NationStates Jolt Archive

"i like to set up a dock and rest area on the station unber my name"said Wolf

"Alright, you'll need to fill out these 40 forms, provide 15 forms of ID, including a Blood Sample, and to top it off, get an approval from both the Trinity Blood Government, and get a seal of approval from the Ri-an Department of Commercial Enterprise." O'aka the 63rd said with complete seriousness.

"Alright, you'll need to fill out these 40 forms, provide 15 forms of ID, including a Blood Sample, and to top it off, get an approval from both the Trinity Blood Government, and get a seal of approval from the Ri-an Department of Commercial Enterprise." O'aka the 63rd said with complete seriousness.

"right we get started after mating day"said Wolf

"right we get started after mating day"said Wolf

O'aka burst out laughing.

"Just kidding old man. Really you just need to get permission from Ms. Pohto. Then afterwards we will discuss where it will be set up." said O'aka.

The Unbelievable, a Jaguar-class (http://www.eve-online.com/itemdatabase/ships/assaultships/minmatar/11400.asp) assault frigate, approached the station. Its pilot, Khuran, sent a signal:
As a representative of the Dominion of Goonswarm, I wish to establish an office to serve as an embassy and trading post.

O'aka burst out laughing.

"Just kidding old man. Really you just need to get permission from Ms. Pohto. Then afterwards we will discuss where it will be set up." said O'aka.

"you old dog you,but mating day is caming up so keep all other male's away from those to"said Wolf as he point's to Twin's
the Twin's wave back at them

The Unbelievable, a Jaguar-class (http://www.eve-online.com/itemdatabase/ships/assaultships/minmatar/11400.asp) assault frigate, approached the station. Its pilot, Khuran, sent a signal:

cut all power except manuvering thrusters. I shall guide you to an appropriate dock.

Julie the A.I. sent out appropriate guiding signals.

"you old dog you,but mating day is caming up so keep all other male's away from those to"said Wolf as he point's to Twin's
the Twin's wave back at them

"I'll try."

"I'll try."

knowing O'aka would try Wolf did not say a word

"so let's start the paper work"said Wolf

knowing O'aka would try Wolf did not say a word

"so let's start the paper work"said Wolf

"Go get Ms. Pohto's permission first.

"Go get Ms. Pohto's permission first.

"were i find them"ask Wolf

Khuran complied, and soon he had docked.

He began to disconnect himself from his pod. After toweling off, he threw on a Goonfleet T-shirt, and exited his ship.

Khuran complied, and soon he had docked.

He began to disconnect himself from his pod. After toweling off, he threw on a Goonfleet T-shirt, and exited his ship.

Minagi Tohno (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/minagi.gif) was there waiting for him.

"Welcome to Constantine Space Port," she said with her hands clasped behind her back, "I'm Minagi Tohno and I'm in charge of the Trinity Blood aspects of this station. You would be?"

The next few minutes contained a sight rarely seen anywhere. Esther, even though she was Queen, had decided to prepare and serve the tea herself in honor of the occasion.

"Its not often I get to do this," she admitted as she placed cups with tea leaves and a few exotic spices in front of both Gaians, her seat, and Ayra. Then she went back and filled them with boiling water from a kettle kept simmering for just that reason, or for use with other hot drinks like coffee, hot chocolate, et cetera.

Setting the tray on the table and retaking her seat, she said, "You'll have to let it steep for a bit before you strain out the leaves.

"In the meantime, lets talk. For starters, what's this 'Alliance of Free Worlds' you mentioned?"

The two Lady Advisors took seats finally as their guards held back some for now, watching the brew prepared with decent care from the looks of it all. The two took their share of the beverage, as Alusair explained..

"The Alliance of Free Worlds was not our design, but the forment of the government of Asfaltum, which to we were invited, and agreed to, when we found out our friends of the Empire Ahb and Fedral Union also joined. Our reasons were mainly the same as for coming here, to extend commerce, but also to join in defensively from a military standpoint.

We were going to attend a diplomatic function there, after a recent incident by one of the member nations, but the need isn't terribly great at present."

"were i find them"ask Wolf

but before O'aka could saya word to Wolf, his PDA goes off,he look's at it

"O'aka just tell Ms. Pohto's to see me when not busy,girls hold out your hands"said Wolf
a small flash and now they hold there Bolter P90s

"we to take care of some thing with you"said ask Sky
"just a small job ,see you later O'aka"said Wolf then they were gone

a strike shuutle enters the system and aproaches the staion with its shields raised

coms to staion space marine shuute gamma reqeustong permission to dock

The two Lady Advisors took seats finally as their guards held back some for now, watching the brew prepared with decent care from the looks of it all. The two took their share of the beverage, as Alusair explained..

"The Alliance of Free Worlds was not our design, but the forment of the government of Asfaltum, which to we were invited, and agreed to, when we found out our friends of the Empire Ahb and Fedral Union also joined. Our reasons were mainly the same as for coming here, to extend commerce, but also to join in defensively from a military standpoint.

We were going to attend a diplomatic function there, after a recent incident by one of the member nations, but the need isn't terribly great at present."

Esther made sure the discarded tea leaves were drying on a plate, as they would make great fertilizer, before responding.

"While Trinity Blood would prefer to stand on its own two feet before even considering such a multi-national alliance," she said, "but I can see why some would view such a thing as a so called pro.

"And, if you don't mind my asking, what was the incident in question?"

a strike shuutle enters the system and aproaches the staion with its shields raised

coms to staion space marine shuute gamma reqeustong permission to dock

=/\=First things first. Deactive any active offensive and defensive systems. You have nothing to fear from us unless you unwisely provoke it. When said systems have been disabled, approach to one thousand kilometers and then cut all but manuevering thrusters. Our computers will guide you to a suitable dock from there.=/\=

the brother captain said shields of remeber secure your bolters in te weapons locker but keeo your schainswords and a lass pistol on you

Minagi Tohno was there waiting for him.

"Welcome to Constantine Space Port," she said with her hands clasped behind her back, "I'm Minagi Tohno and I'm in charge of the Trinity Blood aspects of this station. You would be?"
"Khumar (http://eve.mmorpgs.info/images/bloodlines/brutor_male.gif), captain of the Unbelievable, and acting representative of the Dominion of Goonswarm."

OOC: @All: I've edited a list of those with embassies, that I could remember off the top of my head, into the end of the first post in this thread. If I missed you, please let me know so I can edit you in.
@Ri-an: As you are also a co-founder for the CSP, I listed you as having an embassy. However, I marked it as uncertain as I don't know if you want to have on here or not.
@Sephrioth: Until you do something aboard the station, there's not much you are giving me to work with.

"Khumar (http://eve.mmorpgs.info/images/bloodlines/brutor_male.gif), captain of the Unbelievable, and acting representative of the Dominion of Goonswarm."

"Pleasure to meet you, Captain," replied Tohno as she offered a friendly hand for Khumar to shake.

An Ensign stood near-by with a PADD that would effectively finalize Goonswarm's official embassy request once both Khumar and Tohno signed it. She would get one of the O'akas to sign it later to get the Ri-an side's agreement.

aproaching station the kill team stood alert and said what does the govoner whant us to do again recon the aera for rhe emepeor

OOC Trinity Blood i'm asking to make a dock and rest area under Wolf's name not my Nation
IC
some hour's later Wolf, Sky and Snow stand in there room covered in green blood

"you did good"said Wolf as he slap's both of them on the ass

OOC Trinity Blood i'm asking to make a dock and rest area under Wolf's name not my Nation

OOC: I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. It may be that I'm half-asleep, but it sounds like you want a private dock for Wolf (done, BTW). The 'rest area' bit is not clear as to what you want.

OOC: I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean. It may be that I'm half-asleep, but it sounds like you want a private dock for Wolf (done, BTW). The 'rest area' bit is not clear as to what you want.

OOC a off limits area to none personal that has works shops, pool's, gym and so on

The two Gaians simply described the British Londonium incident with some apparent hunt if it's own citizens on the Motherworld, but also that the Sphere had sent a severe reprimand through it's subspace network in lieu of physical voice. Apparently the BL goverment had changed after outside intervention occured.

"Most of the data we learned from our intellegence offices through our Japan Annex on Terra-Sol. But doing more than stinging words is not worth much more. It's strange since we had a First Contact mission with one of their purchased starships recently, that allowed us a similar scan we mentioned of.

How things work out..." ...Ayeka commented with a sip.

the Twin's where in the shower as Wolf stand's looking out the winbow wishing he can that go to bed with them ,but he can not till mating day

"fuck why the other god's and goddess made that rule that i can't go to bed with my priestess's 8 day's before i mate with them,i can go to bed with them all i like but when 8 day's came's before the mating date,i blood can't"said Wolf to himself as he keep's looking out

This is shuttle Prometheus to Constantine Station Control.
Prometheus to Station Control.

Request permission to land for supplies and a little R&R.

I am carrying two Methusala criminals wanted by the Sephrioth
government in an onboard transporter buffer, and may need
security precautions to see that it's not tampered with.

With those words, Falsus of Borg announced his presence in their space.

His name was something of a misnomer. Falsus (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/falsus.png) was a repatriated Borg, who chose to keep most of his implants.

He was unusual even for a Borg. Both of his hands were artificial--one was a circular appendage that could unscrew a bottle without ever letting go of the cap, and the other had two thumbs. So were both of his eyes. In an age when taller seemed better, he was actually rather short as humanoids go. As a concession to those around him, he wore make-up to improve his skin tone.

He had gone by several names during his lifetime. Born Zephran Pesho, he was given the designation 4 of 13 after his absorbtion, then took the name Falsus after his entire cube ship just awakened one day. The precise details of the incident were not known. Having had his memory erased after his absorbtion, he retained the name Falsus even after it was restored.

Something of a jack of all trades, he worked odd jobs--ferrying cargo, bounty hunting, even some salvage--in a wide area of space that included the place where the station floated. Because of his Borg implants, he was very spritely for an 80-year-old man.

He traveled with a companion, a cat-sized cyborg named Esmirelda. They said that she carried all the personality that he lacked. While he seemed to eschew contact with others, she seemed to feel that the purpose of every humanoid, and many creatures that were not humanoid, was to pet her.

"What do you think, Emmy? Would a little vacation time do us some good?"

"Lots of hands! Emmy will be in hea-ven!"

ooc mari a seph space marine strike shutles in the aera

OOC a off limits area to none personal that has works shops, pool's, gym and so on

OOC: Ahh, so basically, a private suite. If your willing to pay rent, then you can 'aquire' a small building in the lower bio-dome section for a reasonable price.

The two Gaians simply described the British Londonium incident with some apparent hunt if it's own citizens on the Motherworld, but also that the Sphere had sent a severe reprimand through it's subspace network in lieu of physical voice. Apparently the BL goverment had changed after outside intervention occured.

"Most of the data we learned from our intellegence offices through our Japan Annex on Terra-Sol. But doing more than stinging words is not worth much more. It's strange since we had a First Contact mission with one of their purchased starships recently, that allowed us a similar scan we mentioned of.

How things work out..." ...Ayeka commented with a sip.

"That's interesting," said Ayra, "as we happen to have British Londonium representatives aboard the station right now in regards to their establishing an embassy."

"I happen to agree that the genocidal hunting down of innocent member's of one's national population is morally and ethically reprehensible," replied Esther, "however, our Hunters make their living by tracking down rogues, terrorists, murders, people trying to use our space to launch terrorist or terrorist-like activities on another nation without our consent, and the ilk.

This is shuttle Prometheus to Constantine Station Control.
Prometheus to Station Control.

Request permission to land for supplies and a little R&R.

I am carrying two Methusala criminals wanted by the Sephrioth
government in an onboard transporter buffer, and may need
security precautions to see that it's not tampered with.

With those words, Falsus of Borg announced his presence in their space.

His name was something of a misnomer. Falsus (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/falsus.png) was a repatriated Borg, who chose to keep most of his implants.

He was unusual even for a Borg. Both of his hands were artificial--one was a circular appendage that could unscrew a bottle without ever letting go of the cap, and the other had two thumbs. So were both of his eyes. In an age when taller seemed better, he was actually rather short as humanoids go. As a concession to those around him, he wore make-up to improve his skin tone.

He had gone by several names during his lifetime. Born Zephran Pesho, he was given the designation 4 of 13 after his absorbtion, then took the name Falsus after his entire cube ship just awakened one day. The precise details of the incident were not known. Having had his memory erased after his absorbtion, he retained the name Falsus even after it was restored.

Something of a jack of all trades, he worked odd jobs--ferrying cargo, bounty hunting, even some salvage--in a wide area of space that included the place where the station floated. Because of his Borg implants, he was very spritely for an 80-year-old man.

He traveled with a companion, a cat-sized cyborg named Esmirelda. They said that she carried all the personality that he lacked. While he seemed to eschew contact with others, she seemed to feel that the purpose of every humanoid, and many creatures that were not humanoid, was to pet her.

"What do you think, Emmy? Would a little vacation time do us some good?"

"Lots of hands! Emmy will be in hea-ven!"

=/\=That's interesting, as according to our records, the only Methusalah who have left our borders were on official business for the Empress. I hope you didn't kidnap crew from one of our explorer ships.

Approach to one thousand kilometers and then cut all but your manevuering thrusters. Our computers will guide you to a security department controlled dock from there. Representatives from our on-board security office will be there to question your captives to uncover if they had any outstanding warrents. Considering Sephrioth never approached us with any concerning the arrests of some of our citizens, that is doubtful.

Our security chief will find it quite interesting to find out how you were able to capture these two Methusalah without having the training of one of our Hunters.=/\=

ooc trinty can my sms come aboard

ooc trinty can my sms come aboard

OOC: Armed troops...well, after the impression you left with your warship, expect a large security contingement keeping an eye on your guys.
Oh, and I handled my part of the docking thing. Generally, to save time, I let you and all other's who get docking permission to RP that themselves (also lets me see how good you are at writing).

ooc im not that good

ic the strike shuttle aprached annd began to dock

ok battle brothers said the brother chaplin the emepeor wants us to scout this eara

OOC: Isa, I meant ms. Tohno, I just couldn't completly remember her name right. Her Office was right next door to the confrence room, couldn't miss it, even if she was down greeting someone. What you request is fine by me Trinity seems to agree with it and so just do the IC legwork and its yours.

Tinity, an Embassy is ok with me.

Ri-anese...

The recieved message had been conveyed across the Imperium, relayed to the dire excesses of the inner worlds. Upon Hydran Primarus, the Tech Priests scrutinesed each syllable beneath sunless skies of endless smog, lit only by the forge-fires of the Mechanicus. Upon Chronosia Prime, where the skies roiled like poison and the ground twisted like flesh, wrought by the will of the Emperor, Remiel De Drakan.

Within the black edifice of the Imperial Palace, protected by countless wards and unknowable defences of more mortal measure, he read. Rogue Traders had already identified the Ri-anese as a potent and notably sorcerous culture, one that surely deserved further scrutiny.

He smiled softly, placing the message to one side of his black throne, rakish fingers teasing across the parchment as he sat, brooding in contemplation.

Once again, the Imperium would reach out to these Ri-anese.

A vessel, a great and gilded hulking vessel which bore etched into its hull the title Indulgance of Slaanesh was dispatched towards this new Constantine station, to establish communications with the locals and to establish the idea of Imperial might firmly in those minds gathered.

In the minds of those who served upon it, as they travelled through the hellfire of the Immaterium, there was no doubt, by the Emperors graces, that they could do anything but succeed.

OOC: Isa, I meant ms. Tohno, I just couldn't completly remember her name right. Her Office was right next door to the confrence room, couldn't miss it, even if she was down greeting someone. What you request is fine by me Trinity seems to agree with it and so just do the IC legwork and its yours.

Tinity, an Embassy is ok with me.

OOC we just set a date for a ICly meeting then we can go about

IC

the Twin's had gone to bed on board the Station and Wolf went back to the Ship to sleep

next day he wake's up to knocking at the door

"came in"said Wolf knowing it was what he order to eat

"morning sir here's what you ask for and i sent over the food for the priestess's "said the man carrying two plate's of food in an placing them on the table
"thank you Rick"said Wolf
"your welcome sir,an im i right to say just today and tomorrow are left before the day
"yes"said Wolf

"mm,ok sir i must get back and feed the crew"said Rick then leaves

Wolf get's out of bed, changes into his gear and sit's at the table to eat,at the same time the Twin's are doing the same thing

The first place where Rachael went was the Depot, finding it being maned by the Holographic AI. This was not the type of Customer service that was to be the Hallmark of TGM. She then went around and finally entered the Bar.

She Entered and went upto the Barmaid and asked discretely "My name is Rachael, I'm with The Garbage Men and I'm looking for Harold, Ian, Billie, Zane, Charlie and Adrian. Do you know where they are?"

=/\=That's interesting, as according to our records, the only Methusalah who have left our borders were on official business for the Empress. I hope you didn't kidnap crew from one of our explorer ships.

Approach to one thousand kilometers and then cut all but your manevuering thrusters. Our computers will guide you to a security department controlled dock from there. Representatives from our on-board security office will be there to question your captives to uncover if they had any outstanding warrents. Considering Sephrioth never approached us with any concerning the arrests of some of our citizens, that is doubtful.

Our security chief will find it quite interesting to find out how you were able to capture these two Methusalah without having the training of one of our Hunters.=/\=

Falsus chuckled. "Bean counters," he said, running his two-thumbed hand over the surface of the console. "Always assuming that their records have some sort of voodoo curse on the world and always have to be 100% accurate." Prometheus went to maneuvering thrusters and her onboard computers began a handshake with Constantine.

"Not this time, boys," he said. "I caught them in a stolen Sephrioth destroyer. They'd just all but finished overloading their warp drive, and I beamed them out to save their tough little hides. I didn't HAVE to let them out of the buffer, so I didn't."

"Daddy is being funny again?"

"What do you mean?"

"Daddy could have put Meth-u-se-la into Seph-ri-oth base. Was clo-ser."

Falsus sighed. "Perfectly good arrogant delusion, down the waste chute," he said.

"I don't un-der-stand, daddy."

"You're right, little girl. I don't make the law, but, when I saw those Methusela in that Sephrioth ship, something just didn't seem right. That's why I brought them here instead of just dropping them off in Sephrioth terratory. I want the diplomats to have a shot at this one before something tragic happens."

"Sounds like daddy I know," said the little drone. "Wants to talk tough, but is cream-puff inside."

Falsus looked down at the drone.

"Don't let them know," he said.

"Maybe...if daddy pets Emmy."

Falsus reached down and stroked the drone's body. "You drive a hard bargain, you little blackmailer."

The drone purred.

Wolf was eating when there was a knock at the door
"enter"said Wolf
"morning sir "said a man
" morning Admiral how can i help you"said Wolf
"can i get you put your name here sir"ask the Admiral
Wolf look's at the Admiral was holding out
"ok"said Wolf as he pull's out a pen and signs his name
"thank you sir'said Admiral the leaves the room

the spacen marines saw falius and walked over to him hail falius i am brother captian flame of the deep eyes legoin thes 11 batle brothers are my honour gaurd

Falsus chuckled. "Bean counters," he said, running his two-thumbed hand over the surface of the console. "Always assuming that their records have some sort of voodoo curse on the world and always have to be 100% accurate." Prometheus went to maneuvering thrusters and her onboard computers began a handshake with Constantine.

"Not this time, boys," he said. "I caught them in a stolen Sephrioth destroyer. They'd just all but finished overloading their warp drive, and I beamed them out to save their tough little hides. I didn't HAVE to let them out of the buffer, so I didn't."

"Daddy is being funny again?"

"What do you mean?"

"Daddy could have put Meth-u-se-la into Seph-ri-oth base. Was clo-ser."

Falsus sighed. "Perfectly good arrogant delusion, down the waste chute," he said.

"I don't un-der-stand, daddy."

"You're right, little girl. I don't make the law, but, when I saw those Methusela in that Sephrioth ship, something just didn't seem right. That's why I brought them here instead of just dropping them off in Sephrioth terratory. I want the diplomats to have a shot at this one before something tragic happens."

"Sounds like daddy I know," said the little drone. "Wants to talk tough, but is cream-puff inside."

Falsus looked down at the drone.

"Don't let them know," he said.

"Maybe...if daddy pets Emmy."

Falsus reached down and stroked the drone's body. "You drive a hard bargain, you little blackmailer."

The drone purred.

OOC: TBH, its just that I would have liked to have been asked in regards to something like this (as I wouldn't have mind RPing the actual events). IC'ly, as far as I can recall, the only contact TB has had with Sephrioth is, first, his warship's arrival in this thread and, second, his arrival in a shuttle here.
Sorry if I seem to be a bit cranky, guess its that good old OCD showing through.

IC: =/\=The only encounters Trinity Blood has had with Sephrioth is here, at this station. We are also unaware of any rogue faction that would bother with the outside while they still don't stand in control. No theft of any Sephrioth vessel was ever authorized. If any Methuselah were aboard, more than likely they were equally prisoners then as they are now aboard your ship.

Now, will you release your captives into our custody for questioning? Or are you going to try to use them as bargining chips?=/\=

The remnants of the Ops crew, not yet scheduled to be relieved until next shift, glanced at each other a little worried. The fact that this character had managed to capture any Methuselah at all without the training or assistance of a Hunter had plenty of people worried. The fact he continued to pronouce it as if it was spelled 'Methusela' also confused things a bit and added to the problem.

Colonel Fury, with the tip of his ear freashly re-attached, stood waiting for this Prometheus to dock and its owner and pilot to disembark.

OOC: Meh, not my best work, but I just woke up and I'm still a little bit asleep.
Oh, and, lol, I know I was misspelling it as well (had an 'a' instead of the 'e').

the space marines glared damn xenos said one

The first place where Rachael went was the Depot, finding it being maned by the Holographic AI. This was not the type of Customer service that was to be the Hallmark of TGM. She then went around and finally entered the Bar.

She Entered and went upto the Barmaid and asked discretely "My name is Rachael, I'm with The Garbage Men and I'm looking for Harold, Ian, Billie, Zane, Charlie and Adrian. Do you know where they are?"

"Yes. Though you'll think me anything but honest. Harold, Ian, Zane, Charlie, and adrian are all five lost on a world like earth on the far side of the Universe having just arrived from the Elemental Plane of Earth, not to be confused with any of the worlds also with Earth in the name. They are learning new things that will open previously untapped markets to your company, and help expand on the already marvelous quality of your current services.

Billie is outside of this Reality in The Pandemonium Fortress, learning the ways of the Paladin. to keep the other five in line, as well as everyone else within your company that they teach their new skills to. Billie himself is going to found an order of Paladins within your Company to help him keep The Mages and Psions the other five are going to train in line.

Why do you ask, didn't they leave a message with your company?"

the space marines glared damn xenos said one

"I would watch that mouth of yours," hinted a Methusalah bearing the pips of a Lieutenant Commander on her security uniform, "you're liable to bite off more than you can chew if you continue like that around here, boy."

The three dozen other security officers, some with Marine ranks and the rest with Naval ranks, watching the Sephrioth troops with practiced eyes kept their hands near the weapons.

Meanwhile, in the armory attached to the main security office, a newly delivered crate was being opened.

"So, what is supposed to be in here again?" asked Haruko Kamio from her seat behind the desk of the Chief Armory Officer for the station.

"According to the manifest, ma'am," replied the Major supervising the opening of the crate, "its supposed to be a batch of the new phase pistols. Apparently, we, along with at least one of the new explorers, are to field test them. Personally, I'll stick with my old EM-33 as, I'm sure, many others will, for a while."

"EM-33....ahhh, you mean the plasma pistol," said Kamio.

"Correct, ma'am," responded the Major, "the EM-33 plasma pistol, the Class-3 pulse rifle, the Winchester pulse rifle, and all our gauss and old-style projectile weapons, like the Thompson M1928 submachinegun," he gestured at racks of the aformentioned weapons, "are what we've all trained with. From what I understand, we'll have to learn a new way of fighting with these damn phase pistols."

"I see," came the reply, "still, if we do not prepare for the future now, in the present, it will overwhelm us later on. I'm sure you will agree that Trinity Blood must survive long into the future and not perish because of short-sightedness."

"I see your point," he replied, "and I must admit, its a good one."

the space marines hands strayed to the handles of thier bolt pistols i need to talk to one of your hunters said the brother captian to the xeno who advised them to watch thier mouth

~SNIP~

As always, O'aka the 63rd watched from his office.

The 65th was down there with security.

"Please, let us all be friends. Just because we are all diffrent does not mean we should fight and kill each other. This is a neutral station, a place for peace. Surely your leaders would not wish to be embarrassed by a needless pointless fight erupting because of one person's slip. Let us forget the whole silly thing."

The Twin's walk into the bar talking in Imperial they now had four guard's standing behind them

The Twin's walk into the bar talking in Imperial they now had four guard's standing behind them

the barmaid was nearby in case they had an order.

A smelly unclean man slid up to the bar.

"Well well, long time no see, lovely." said the man to the barmaid.

"Get lost. I thought I made that clear when I castrated you with my bare fists." said the barmaid.

A nearby man twitched at uncomfortable thoughts related to those words.

"I had a new pair cloned. Who are these two lovely ladies?" the man asked.

"NOT YOURS, now go away." she said.

"Now darlin, why you wanna go and be that way. I thought we had an understanding." The man said.

The barmaid did not say any thing. She simply Roundhouse kicked him into the wall.

"GET LOST, unless you want me to turn you over to the care and affections of their husband. If I was him, I'd be pretty upset for trying to pick them up on a one night stand." said the bar maid as the man slipped a hand around the twins.

"They won't mind." said the man.

"I give up. I'm through warning you. WOLF, YOUR MATES ARE BEING TOUCHED BY ANOTHER MAN!" she yelled.

"Oh, wolf is his name? I'm sure he's a nice little doggy." the man said insultingly.

Oh how he was mistaken.

the space marines hands strayed to the handles of thier bolt pistols i need to talk to one of your hunters said the brother captian to the xeno who advised them to watch thier mouth

"That would take some time," replied the Lieutenant Commander with a cold smile that proudly displayed her fangs, "as none are currently on station. Personally, I think you would rather not deal with any Hunter. Though, if you insist, I'm sure we can find a way to bring Lord Dracula back here to meet with you, though I'm pretty sure he'll not be happy about having to use part of his free time to deal with you."

As always, O'aka the 63rd watched from his office.

The 65th was down there with security.

"Please, let us all be friends. Just because we are all diffrent does not mean we should fight and kill each other. This is a neutral station, a place for peace. Surely your leaders would not wish to be embarrassed by a needless pointless fight erupting because of one person's slip. Let us forget the whole silly thing."

"Humph," grunted the female Methuselah in charge of the Trinity Blood security officers on site, "we are part of the defensive forces assigned by the Empire to this station, sir. The first Sephrioth ship here was a warship that initiated preperations for combat. Thus, why we treat these armed and armored troops with suspicion(sp?)."

"That would take some time," replied the Lieutenant Commander with a cold smile that proudly displayed her fangs, "as none are currently on station. Personally, I think you would rather not deal with any Hunter. Though, if you insist, I'm sure we can find a way to bring Lord Dracula back here to meet with you, though I'm pretty sure he'll not be happy about having to use part of his free time to deal with you."



"Humph," grunted the female Methuselah in charge of the Trinity Blood security officers on site, "we are part of the defensive forces assigned by the Empire to this station, sir. The first Sephrioth ship here was a warship that initiated preperations for combat. Thus, why we treat these armed and armored troops with suspicion(sp?)."

"I know, I know. I just prefer peace over War."

the barmaid was nearby in case they had an order.

A smelly unclean man slid up to the bar.

"Well well, long time no see, lovely." said the man to the barmaid.

"Get lost. I thought I made that clear when I castrated you with my bare fists." said the barmaid.

A nearby man twitched at uncomfortable thoughts related to those words.

"I had a new pair cloned. Who are these two lovely ladies?" the man asked.

"NOT YOURS, now go away." she said.

"Now darlin, why you wanna go and be that way. I thought we had an understanding." The man said.

The barmaid did not say any thing. She simply Roundhouse kicked him into the wall.

"GET LOST, unless you want me to turn you over to the care and affections of their husband. If I was him, I'd be pretty upset for trying to pick them up on a one night stand." said the bar maid as the man slipped a hand around the twins.

"They won't mind." said the man.

"I give up. I'm through warning you. WOLF, YOUR MATES ARE BEING TOUCHED BY ANOTHER MAN!" she yelled.

"Oh, wolf is his name? I'm sure he's a nice little doggy." the man said insultingly.

Oh how he was mistaken.

"get your hand off me"said Sky as she move to get away from him

there was a flash an the man now find he had a hand around his neck an was lifted off the floor

"now which body part should i rip off first" Wolf growled

"get your hand off me"said Sky as she move to get away from him

there was a flash an the man now find he had a hand around his neck an was lifted off the floor

"now which body part should i rip off first" Wolf growled

"Go for his manhood!" cheered the barmaid who never really like the man in the first place.

"Set me DOWN!" yelled the man. He went to kick wolf.

"Or maybe his feet. I know, take him somewhere where he can never escape and let your imagination go wild!"

we have a job for him said the space marine coldy he said by the god emepeor i hate having to use diplomacy

"Go for his manhood!" cheered the barmaid who never really like the man in the first place.

"Set me DOWN!" yelled the man. He went to kick wolf.

"Or maybe his feet. I know, take him somewhere where he can never escape and let your imagination go wild!"

Wolf just smiled then he and the man where gone

"oh"said the Twin's who saw the smile

Wolf just smiled then he and the man where gone

"oh"said the Twin's who saw the smile

"Meanwhile, I feel I need a shower. Aunt Sepherena, your an adult now, would you watch the bar?" asked the barmaid.

"Yes." Sepherena said.

"Meanwhile, I feel I need a shower. Aunt Sepherena, your an adult now, would you watch the bar?" asked the barmaid.

"Yes." Sepherena said.

"im with you on that and i say Wolf going to need one too"said Sky then she and her sister go back to the room

Rogue Trader João Valdes (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/moby_dick02.jpg)was far from Hailung's shores. A born and bred Hailungese Rogue Trader, he had been a veteran of the Imperial Navy, serving in the service of the Immortal Emperor, especially working to ferry Imperial Guard troops of the 4309th Hailung Mechanized to fight against the Eldar using his ship, the Knot a Clew--an old handmedown he bought at auction. Now, he was off-duty, having just picked up spices and technological items of note to sell back home--he especially knew a few contacts on Hailung IV's hivecities that would pay for this stuff.

Still, he was hungry, and he needed to pick up some supplies....for himself. So, when he noticed the Constantine Space Port, he eagerly radioed it, saying in his thick piratish accent, "This is João Valdes of the S.S. Knot a Clew. I am in need of some supplies for myself and my crew, we've been sailing the galaxy a long while, and Emperor's Benedictions, we need a break. Permission to come onboard?"

"I know, I know. I just prefer peace over War."

"With the rogue factions having been around for so long," she replied relaxing a minute bit, "I've learned that for me to do my job as best I can, I need to be cautious."

we have a job for him said the space marine coldy he said by the god emepeor i hate having to use diplomacy

"Well," laughed the security officer in charge, "you're going to have to learn to put on a facade of diplomacy if you want to survive in this big, bad, ugly world known as life."

Wolf stands in the bar coverd in blood

"Sepherena can i please have a very large glass of Bourbon,Whiskey and Cola"ask Wolf

Wolf stands in the bar coverd in blood

"Sepherena can i please have a very large glass of Bourbon,Whiskey and Cola"ask Wolf

"Looks like you taught him a good lesson." she said as she got him his drink.

After she handed to him.

"all three ladies retied to their rooms for a shower. Not that I blame them. I wonder when his last shower was."

"Looks like you taught him a good lesson." she said as she got him his drink.

After she handed to him.

"all three ladies retied to their rooms for a shower. Not that I blame them. I wonder when his last shower was."

"thank you , i say two month's"said Wolf as he lifted the glass
"oh you never see him again" Wolf said then drink's from the glass

"thank you , i say two month's"said Wolf as he lifted the glass
"oh you never see him again" Wolf said then drink's from the glass

"My niece will be so happy to hear that." Sepherena said.

"My niece will be so happy to hear that." Sepherena said.

"that what happen's to poeple who upset poeple i like and when another male touch my mate's two day's from my first matting day"said Wolf

"that what happen's to poeple who upset poeple i like and when another male touch my mate's two day's from my first matting day"said Wolf

Sepherena smiled, then she took out her paintbrush and painted wolf clean and smell free. In fact it smelled like he was wearing a nice romantic Cologne.

((OC- Sorry for not posting sooner.. ))

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"That's interesting," said Ayra, "as we happen to have British Londonium representatives aboard the station right now in regards to their establishing an embassy."

"I happen to agree that the genocidal hunting down of innocent member's of one's national population is morally and ethically reprehensible," replied Esther, "however, our Hunters make their living by tracking down rogues, terrorists, murders, people trying to use our space to launch terrorist or terrorist-like activities on another nation without our consent, and the ilk.

Alusair took anothr sip and held her cup in her lap as she responded. "We do not require nearly as much of our own Steel Angel Security units, crime is relatively hard to find in our realm, as we provide both equality, civilty and civilization in full measure to our populations, all the various alliances from different backgrounds, and even dimensions, treated with true equality to give all beings the same chance to succeed in all aspects they wish to do so in, within the effect of law and order, but not as much as moral propriety.

A being that lives with freedoms, knows responsibility, but not pressed under pressures that are made of other people's expectations and egos, while free to enjoy 'all' aspects of life, including procreative efforts, finds little need to access the darker aspects of nature. The underlying foundations of a civilization in the end, make for the outlook and future of the same.

We did not take many of the fallacies of the old Motherworld, and we've not worried in great detail of such, so in as long as all levels of the same civilization helps each other by the hand, and teaches from it all the same."

Ayeka gulped her cup and even urped a bit.. "Pardon...

My friend is right, but we do still have occassional problems. We're not perfect, and many of our holdings are not as well off as the Core Worlds of our empire-republic. We maintain security to the basics of law and order. Hunters and the like will find a boring time in oir realm, since most of the problems are simply of upgrading the quality of life of many new citizens, and the citizens know this, seeing our dropships arrive to help allive their basic problems as best as possible.

We have more problems with population relocation than with crime, to be honest."

Sepherena smiled, then she took out her paintbrush and painted wolf clean and smell free. In fact it smelled like he was wearing a nice romantic Cologne.

"thank you Sepherena,i see you still painting, may as well pay up my bill"said Wolf

"Yes. Though you'll think me anything but honest. Harold, Ian, Zane, Charlie, and adrian are all five lost on a world like earth on the far side of the Universe having just arrived from the Elemental Plane of Earth, not to be confused with any of the worlds also with Earth in the name. They are learning new things that will open previously untapped markets to your company, and help expand on the already marvelous quality of your current services.

Billie is outside of this Reality in The Pandemonium Fortress, learning the ways of the Paladin. to keep the other five in line, as well as everyone else within your company that they teach their new skills to. Billie himself is going to found an order of Paladins within your Company to help him keep The Mages and Psions the other five are going to train in line.

Why do you ask, didn't they leave a message with your company?"

"A vague one, nothing about becoming mages and Psions just that they where being trained in something that could revolutionise The Garbage Men. I expected they'd be learning it here, and Billie is becoming a Paladin?" The concept of a TGM morale crusader tickled Rachaels fancy.

"Well, thank you, when they come back could you tell them I'd like to see them? Thank you." All this time Rachael kept up a nice and bubbly front. When they got back explanations.

Rachael had heard something about magic and psionics, mainly in ancient "Earth" myths. Though she didn't knew it existed she did not dis-count it's existance. "Well, I better go and man the Depot. Thank you all once again." she said as she left.

Meanwhile something had stowed away in Rachael's craft had managed to evade detection and managed to creep into the air ducts of the Port

a space marine is not a diplomat he is a super soldier

((OC- Sorry for not posting sooner.. ))

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OOC: Lol, not a problem. I know full well that real life takes precident.

Alusair took anothr sip and held her cup in her lap as she responded. "We do not require nearly as much of our own Steel Angel Security units, crime is relatively hard to find in our realm, as we provide both equality, civilty and civilization in full measure to our populations, all the various alliances from different backgrounds, and even dimensions, treated with true equality to give all beings the same chance to succeed in all aspects they wish to do so in, within the effect of law and order, but not as much as moral propriety.

A being that lives with freedoms, knows responsibility, but not pressed under pressures that are made of other people's expectations and egos, while free to enjoy 'all' aspects of life, including procreative efforts, finds little need to access the darker aspects of nature. The underlying foundations of a civilization in the end, make for the outlook and future of the same.

We did not take many of the fallacies of the old Motherworld, and we've not worried in great detail of such, so in as long as all levels of the same civilization helps each other by the hand, and teaches from it all the same."

Ayeka gulped her cup and even urped a bit.. "Pardon...

My friend is right, but we do still have occassional problems. We're not perfect, and many of our holdings are not as well off as the Core Worlds of our empire-republic. We maintain security to the basics of law and order. Hunters and the like will find a boring time in oir realm, since most of the problems are simply of upgrading the quality of life of many new citizens, and the citizens know this, seeing our dropships arrive to help allive their basic problems as best as possible.

We have more problems with population relocation than with crime, to be honest."

"I'm sorry to say that things aren't as peaceful in Trinity Blood as they look," sighed Esther as she put her cup down on its saucer on the table, "there are, in truth, various factions that view, depending on the race that composes it, the other race as inferior. Most stim from grudges held over from the end of the war that almost destroyed our homeworld around a thousand years ago."

She then related the story concerning said factions. She provided as much as she knew on the big four of rogue factions: Fleurs du Mal, who view humans as a lesser species that should be treated no better than we treat any animal; the Rosen Kreuz Orden, who want to reignite war between Methusalah and humans in which humans are whiped out and Methusalah emerge as the new dominant species of the universe; the lesser known Iscariot Organization, a rogue human off-shoot of the Vatican; and the secretive human group called Millennium, a group of Nazis left-over from the second World War. In relation, the Iscariot Organization could be considered the human, or as they were known in Trinity Blood, Terran, version of Fleurs du Mal, while Millennium would be the human form of the Rosen Kreuz Orden. Each of the four had its own way of doing things and were the most well known due to fact they tended to overshadow the many times smaller other rogue factions in existance.

"Those rogue groups are a big reason we have our Hunters," she added, "who are led by Lord Alucard Dracula.

"But, then who am I to bother you with our burdens."

a space marine is not a diplomat he is a super soldier

"Then why did they send you and not a diplomat?" inquired the Lieutenant Commander.

the emepeor chose use becuse the imperium has no diplomats

the emepeor chose use becuse the imperium has no diplomats

"Interesting," came the reply, "perhaps you should relay to him the fact that people tend to respond more favorably to diplomatically arranged trades than they do to agressive demands that things be handed over without compensastion.

"Wouldn't you agree, Mr. O'aka?"

She glanced over at the 65th to see how he would respond.

Alusair offers leaning forward a touch. "Maybe because of no more than relieving burdens. But... since we have a history of interloping, it could sound like more.

Depending........" ..she finished, the same as she did her cup.

Alusair offers leaning forward a touch. "Maybe because of no more than relieving burdens. But... since we have a history of interloping, it could sound like more.

Depending........" ..she finished, the same as she did her cup.

"Care for some more tea?" asked Esther.

"The big reason we tend to not let outsiders into our space," explained Ayra brushing a strand of hair from her eyes as she sat up a little straighter from her original slouch, "is that due to the constant state of turmoil, its more 'shoot first, shoot some more, and then, when everyone's dead, try to ask a question or two'. That's mainly due to that the rogues usually don't identify themselves until its too late and they also rarely, if ever, manage to get along, seeing how their goals are so different from each other."

"that man made feel erk"said Sky to Snow
"you said it"said Snow
"i don't think we three will see him again"said Sky

OOC: Well, I'm off for a few hours or so for dinner.

Lol, ironically this is my 100th post on the NS forums.

"Interesting," came the reply, "perhaps you should relay to him the fact that people tend to respond more favorably to diplomatically arranged trades than they do to agressive demands that things be handed over without compensastion.

"Wouldn't you agree, Mr. O'aka?"

She glanced over at the 65th to see how he would respond.

"If the Emperor were to choose a small group of men and women, I would be delighted to train them in the arts of Diplomacy." said the 65th.

Ayeka asked as Alusair took another full cup.. "Is there any common ground for a permanent solution? Strength from diversity should be the goal, not looking for flaws that doing no one any good.

No one race can control the universe, we speak from practcal experience. The Methusalah won't get as far either."

ill relay that back to base the space marine stood tall
one of the space marines noticed the gaina strange they are here he thougth and he aparoched her

OOC: Waiting for a response to.... this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12172568&postcount=315)

Stupid last post at the end of the page.

"A vague one, nothing about becoming mages and Psions just that they where being trained in something that could revolutionise The Garbage Men. I expected they'd be learning it here, and Billie is becoming a Paladin?" The concept of a TGM morale crusader tickled Rachaels fancy.

"Well, thank you, when they come back could you tell them I'd like to see them? Thank you." All this time Rachael kept up a nice and bubbly front. When they got back explanations.

Rachael had heard something about magic and psionics, mainly in ancient "Earth" myths. Though she didn't knew it existed she did not dis-count it's existance. "Well, I better go and man the Depot. Thank you all once again." she said as she left.

Meanwhile something had stowed away in Rachael's craft had managed to evade detection and managed to creep into the air ducts of the Port

Rachael was left to man the depot.

Meanwhile, the thing in the airduct triggered a silent alarm that alerted Security.

Three Guards were dispatched, two humans, and one Methusla, just in case.

One of the Humans, a Man, bald, and in his middle ages, poked his head into the vent to see what it was.

Rachael was left to man the depot.

Meanwhile, the thing in the airduct triggered a silent alarm that alerted Security.

Three Guards were dispatched, two humans, and one Methusla, just in case.

One of the Humans, a Man, bald, and in his middle ages, poked his head into the vent to see what it was.

The thing was another trash slime, it had obviously snuck aboard Rachael's ship without anyone realising it. It was entirely transparent, once it realised that there was a guard looking at it seemed to move quite fast away. It is unsure whether it was infact movie or some trickery of the light but it obviously didn't like to be looked at.

The reason was this it strangly was very self concious about this and always liked to be hidden and away from sight.

Khumar signed, then went to wander the station.

Wolf gots up an walks out of the bar

Sepherena would find that she now hold a bag of money that would cover the bill and she all so find a small furry creature sitting on the bar sing to it self




OOC here what it look's like and no what happen's in movie will not happen
http://www.catheroo.com/images/photos/gremlin.jpg

Reality seemed to spasm, twisting and rending as the Chronosian vessel forced its way into real space. Any of those presence who were gifted or cursed as Psykers would feel it, the howling gash in space and time screaming with the laments of those souls lost within and the canticles of unholy worship to profane Gods.

The Indulgence of Slaanesh, itself a beautiful and profane thing, tore free from the Immaterium and felt itself reaffirm in the embrace of the Materium. Instantly, messages began to convey in Chronosian High Gothic, declarign their intents as a vessel of the divine Emperor, who ruled over all Mankind by the grace of the Dark Powers.

It began to request permission to come aboard, for those dark souls within had business and trade which they would gladly bring to this new edifice.

OOC: Bit sucky but I'm shattered. Post more tomorrow...

Reality seemed to spasm, twisting and rending as the Chronosian vessel forced its way into real space. Any of those presence who were gifted or cursed as Psykers would feel it, the howling gash in space and time screaming with the laments of those souls lost within and the canticles of unholy worship to profane Gods.

The Indulgence of Slaanesh, itself a beautiful and profane thing, tore free from the Immaterium and felt itself reaffirm in the embrace of the Materium. Instantly, messages began to convey in Chronosian High Gothic, declarign their intents as a vessel of the divine Emperor, who ruled over all Mankind by the grace of the Dark Powers.

It began to request permission to come aboard, for those dark souls within had business and trade which they would gladly bring to this new edifice.

OOC: Bit sucky but I'm shattered. Post more tomorrow...

The 63rd himself answered.

"Greetings, I formally apologise for the destruction of The Orion Station. The Cause was found to be a Bomb. There is no solid proof as to who did it. I am just glad I managed to get everyone off before the station blew up.

That Nasty business aside, I hope you'll come aboard and resume trade. A Representative from Trinity Blood will be there to greet you, approach to 1,000 meters, and cut all power except manuvering thrusters, the Computer of the station will guide you to an appropriate Dock for your vessal.

Maybe later we can drink to the continued good health of the Survivors."

The thing was another trash slime, it had obviously snuck aboard Rachael's ship without anyone realising it. It was entirely transparent, once it realised that there was a guard looking at it seemed to move quite fast away. It is unsure whether it was infact movie or some trickery of the light but it obviously didn't like to be looked at.

The reason was this it strangly was very self concious about this and always liked to be hidden and away from sight.

the Guard climbed back down.

"Its a slime, a self-concious Slime." The man said to his buddies. They all shared a good laugh over the concept of a slime that didn't like being looked at.

One radio transmission later, and Thidge was sliming his way through the ducts. Thidge knew there was a slime in the ducts, that was all he was capable of knowing.

He rounded a corner and came face to face with the new slime. Thidge blinked and bubbled in surprise. Then thidge drew back a step.

It bubbled the slimy equivalent of Hello.

OOC: Think I posted a bit back, here's the linky (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12172150&postcount=305).

IC:

When the Chronosian arrived, one of João's crewmen, who was indeed a psyker, winced in pain, crying out, "Emperor's balls! That hurts!"

João then said, surprised from his issue of Starship Trader, which he perused while waiting for permission, "Lassie, what's wrong?"

The psyker only said, "It's them...."

Wolf gots up an walks out of the bar

Sepherena would find that she now hold a bag of money that would cover the bill and she all so find a small furry creature sitting on the bar sing to it self




OOC here what it look's like and no what happen's in movie will not happen
http://www.catheroo.com/images/photos/gremlin.jpg

Sephrena put the money away. Out of idle curiosity, she painted up a mirror for it to look at itself in.

OOC: Think I posted a bit back, here's the linky (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12172150&postcount=305).

IC:

When the Chronosian arrived, one of João's crewmen, who was indeed a psyker, winced in pain, crying out, "Emperor's balls! That hurts!"

João then said, surprised from his issue of Starship Trader, which he perused while waiting for permission, "Lassie, what's wrong?"

The psyker only said, "It's them...."

OOC: We'll assume your on board.

IC:
An off duty medic stopped.

"Are you okay?" the man asked.

OOC: We'll assume your on board.

IC:
An off duty medic stopped.

"Are you okay?" the man asked.

The psyker shiftily looked at the man, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine...." and then turned away.

João then said, slightly embarassed: "You'll have to excuse the lass. She can be a wee sensitive at times to outside forces. However, she's a trustworthy Navigator, that one. Good at finding her way around the Warp. I can't tell ya how many times-"

He then laughed, saying, "Well...I be rantin' now. My apologies. Anyway, I come here to find victuals for me crew, and fuel. Also, I have special things and trinkets for sale, if ye be needin' them."

Reality seemed to spasm, twisting and rending as the Chronosian vessel forced its way into real space. Any of those presence who were gifted or cursed as Psykers would feel it, the howling gash in space and time screaming with the laments of those souls lost within and the canticles of unholy worship to profane Gods.

The Indulgence of Slaanesh, itself a beautiful and profane thing, tore free from the Immaterium and felt itself reaffirm in the embrace of the Materium. Instantly, messages began to convey in Chronosian High Gothic, declarign their intents as a vessel of the divine Emperor, who ruled over all Mankind by the grace of the Dark Powers.

It began to request permission to come aboard, for those dark souls within had business and trade which they would gladly bring to this new edifice.

OOC: Bit sucky but I'm shattered. Post more tomorrow...

Hidetsugu Froze in place.

"Master?" he asked no one in particular.

He looked at his chest. Scars in the shape of the Kanji for Chaos were glowing.

"Master Oni! The All-consuming Oni of Chaos is near? I must go to him!" Hidetsugu roared with joy.

He tapped into the computers and found that the Chaos energies were stemming from the Chronosian ship. He found the dock number and took off running at a full run.

Everyone heard him coming from four decks away on the far side of the station.

He made it as the ship was docking and waited with breathless anticipation. He worshipped The All-consuming Oni of Chaos fervently. If this ship was a way to get closer to His Oni, he would do whatever it took to get there, so great was his devotion.

The psyker shiftily looked at the man, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine...." and then turned away.

João then said, slightly embarassed: "You'll have to excuse the lass. She can be a wee sensitive at times to outside forces. However, she's a trustworthy Navigator, that one. Good at finding her way around the Warp. I can't tell ya how many times-"

He then laughed, saying, "Well...I be rantin' now. My apologies. Anyway, I come here to find victuals for me crew, and fuel. Also, I have special things and trinkets for sale, if ye be needin' them."

"Oh, I'm just a docter. But, you can use that consol over there. Julie, that's the name of the Computer system, can tell you whatever you need to know." said the docter.

He walked away and was lost in the crowd.

There was a bank of public info consols, all guarded by a Methusula Security Guard. Methusula, because of their superior senses.

The Crowd parted as Hidetsugu ran through. No one smart stood in the way of a speeding ogre.

A consol was free.

Sephrena put the money away. Out of idle curiosity, she painted up a mirror for it to look at itself in.

it look at it self in the mirror ,smilied the then sing's more happily

The Psyker tried to suppress the pain...she could only wince "So...much...Chaos...oy..."

João then said, "Lassie--let's get you out of here. Now that man said something about a computer system...a system named Julie...."

He then shrugged and said, "Hmm. Must be a Machine Spirit, or Emperor help me, an Abominable Intelligence. Ah well, if it don't bite, don't bite back."

The pair moved to the console and then asked the man next to it, "Excuse me sir, I am not familiar with this machine...how do ye use it?"

The Psyker tried to suppress the pain...she could only wince "So...much...Chaos...oy..."

João then said, "Lassie--let's get you out of here. Now that man said something about a computer system...a system named Julie...."

He then shrugged and said, "Hmm. Must be a Machine Spirit, or Emperor help me, an Abominable Intelligence. Ah well, if it don't bite, don't bite back."

The pair moved to the console and then asked the man next to it, "Excuse me sir, I am not familiar with this machine...how do ye use it?"

The Computer answered instead of the man.

"Welcome. I am Julie, the Computer system responsible for The Constantine Station. I am very user friendly and can respond to voice commands, having the ability to recognise and communicate in over 32,000 languages, consisting of some Primary languages and several varients there of, including their sign language equivalents.

Puiblic Consols such as this one I am speaking from, can access a variety of information, including Station information, maps, Shops, an Electronic online market, as well as much more. How may I assist you today?" The Computer asked.

The Computer answered instead of the man.

"Welcome. I am Julie, the Computer system responsible for The Constantine Station. I am very user friendly and can respond to voice commands, having the ability to recognise and communicate in over 32,000 languages, consisting of some Primary languages and several varients there of, including their sign language equivalents.

Puiblic Consols such as this one I am speaking from, can access a variety of information, including Station information, maps, Shops, an Electronic online market, as well as much more. How may I assist you today?" The Computer asked.

With a hearty chuckle, the crusty old rogue trader declared, "This be a Machine Spirit indeed! I think I can trust this one."

He then walked up to the Console, and asked, "Julie, I'd like to ask ye--where I can I locate some food and plasma fuel for me vessel? Also, lassie, where's a hospital?"

With a hearty chuckle, the crusty old rogue trader declared, "This be a Machine Spirit indeed! I think I can trust this one."

He then walked up to the Console, and asked, "Julie, I'd like to ask ye--where I can I locate some food and plasma fuel for me vessel? Also, lassie, where's a hospital?"

A map spontainiously appeared in front of him with highlighted paths to his destinations. To his left not far was one entrance to sickbay.

Plasma was located a few decks up in one shop, and food was always obtainable at the Drunken Sailor on an upper deck.
Turbolifts stood ready to transport him to the other floors, and the sickbay was open.

"How else may I help you?"

the Twin's walk in to the bar they knew when they open the door to there room and heard the sing who it was

"Chip"said Sky as he pats him

the Twin's walk in to the bar they knew when they open the door to there room and heard the sing who it was

"Chip"said Sky as he pats him

"Cute little fella." said Sepherena.

A Thunderhawk slid from the belly of the great vessel, cruising across the vastness of space in accordance with the orders set down by the stations owners. It was black, ornately decorated in gold and inlaid with blasphemous wards and verse, words that seemed to glimmer and bleed into the fabric of the real.

Guided to the dock, it set down, servos whining as the ship sat down on squat metallic legs. The doors opened, and the retinue stepped forth. A bent and twisted Tech Priest whispered and chirruped in binary code, while an attendant autosavant took down notes upon flowing rolls of parchment, dipping a pen into an inkpot engraved into its very flesh. A hunched Astropath hissed under its breath of the horrors of the warp, its mind incised and open to the truths of Chaos.

Intricately armoured and adorned in finery, the Inquisitor strode forth with a black clad woman at his side. His was a coat of black groxskin and silk, lain over black body armour. Fur edged his coat, while a beautifully crafted bolt pistol and power sword lay at his belt. Pale green eyes were set in his muscular features, mirrored in his formidible figure.

The woman was silent, pale to the point of albinism with shaven head save an elaborately woven topknot. A black bodyglove enclosed her, tight leather conforming to her body. She wore a tattoo upon one cheek, a skull and dagger, marking her as an agent of the Officio Assassinatorum, his personal bodyguard.

"Greetings in the name of his most benevolent Lordship, Remiel De Drakan, marked and annointed as the Everchosen of Chaos, Lord and Scion of Chaos Ascendant and True Master of Mankind.

I am Inquisitor Kai Nordephal, of the Ordo Xenos, sent here to ensure that first proper contact is more properly managed than the debacle with the Orion Station. Agents of the Adeptus Astartes, Administratum and Ecclesiarchy are awaiting upon my vessel should you require more insight into our culture. The mysterious of Chaos are ours to share with the universe, the universe that shall be enlightened by the revelations of the Dark Gods."

~snip~

"I am Hidetsugu, servant of The Oni of Chaos, All-Consuming. Masters of Chaos I greet you and bid you welcome to the station." Hidetsugu said kneeling before those who were closer to his master than he was.

OOC: English translation, Oni is Demon in english. All-consuming is from M:TG's Kamigawa series, and is from what I read in the story books to go along with the Card set from the Block, the leader of the Oni, and a Major Player in Chaos, at least according to the book, and I use him as such, only because I've only heard of the Chaos Gods.

Chaos all-consuming would serve Khorne in a heartbeat, if Icly introduced. As The Oni would, so would Hidetsugu.

"Cute little fella." said Sepherena.

"they all are"said Snow as she give's Chip a slice of apple from the one she was eating
"and they like looking at themself's"said Sky as she spot's the mirror

"oh boy"said Wolf as he came back

"they all are"said Snow as she give's Chip a slice of apple from the one she was eating
"and they like looking at themself's"said Sky as she spot's the mirror

"oh boy"said Wolf as he came back

"Well, I can't break it, it brings bad luck, and I certainly don't need another one. I'll let Chip have the Mirror." Said Sepherena.

Ayeka asked as Alusair took another full cup.. "Is there any common ground for a permanent solution? Strength from diversity should be the goal, not looking for flaws that doing no one any good.

No one race can control the universe, we speak from practcal experience. The Methusalah won't get as far either."

"As you've probably figured out," replied Esther, "the Methuselah* are the source of many vampire myths around the galaxy, though don't call them a vampire as its considered a racial slur amoung other things. They are a very long-lived species, some of the more powerful ones well over a thousand years old, at least. Thus, some of them have a hard time letting go of their old ways, plus the sanity of some of the rogue elements is also under question."

"Can't forget the pull of the old vices," added Ayra, "greed, gluttony, vanity, pride, lust, need I go on?"

"Yes," agreed Esther, "there is a way the worst ones are known as the seven deadly sins."

OOC: *Correct spelling. I had to look it up as, apparently, I was spelling it wrong. Just an FYI.

"If the Emperor were to choose a small group of men and women, I would be delighted to train them in the arts of Diplomacy." said the 65th.

"A very prudant suggestion," commented the Lieutenant Commander.

ill relay that back to base the space marine stood tall
one of the space marines noticed the gaina strange they are here he thougth and he aparoched her

OOC: Uhm, your at the docks. Gaian's characters are in a conference room on a different level. Look at the pic I linked to in Post #1 for size (Galaxy I class provided for scale).

The thing was another trash slime, it had obviously snuck aboard Rachael's ship without anyone realising it. It was entirely transparent, once it realised that there was a guard looking at it seemed to move quite fast away. It is unsure whether it was infact movie or some trickery of the light but it obviously didn't like to be looked at.

The reason was this it strangly was very self concious about this and always liked to be hidden and away from sight.

OOC: Quick question first before I make an IC reply. Is the transparancy only on the visible wavelengths? Or does it extend into other areas of the electromagnetic spectrum?

Khumar signed, then went to wander the station.

The Trinity Blood representative signed as well and sent an aide to find one of the O'akas to provide the Ri-an signature.

Rogue Trader João Valdes (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/moby_dick02.jpg)was far from Hailung's shores. A born and bred Hailungese Rogue Trader, he had been a veteran of the Imperial Navy, serving in the service of the Immortal Emperor, especially working to ferry Imperial Guard troops of the 4309th Hailung Mechanized to fight against the Eldar using his ship, the Knot a Clew--an old handmedown he bought at auction. Now, he was off-duty, having just picked up spices and technological items of note to sell back home--he especially knew a few contacts on Hailung IV's hivecities that would pay for this stuff.

Still, he was hungry, and he needed to pick up some supplies....for himself. So, when he noticed the Constantine Space Port, he eagerly radioed it, saying in his thick piratish accent, "This is João Valdes of the S.S. Knot a Clew. I am in need of some supplies for myself and my crew, we've been sailing the galaxy a long while, and Emperor's Benedictions, we need a break. Permission to come onboard?"

OOC: Sorry about the delay. Guess I missed it. My bad. Consider that permission was granted and you docked. Want free use of entertainment facilities while your at the CSP as my way of apology?

The psyker shiftily looked at the man, and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine...." and then turned away.

João then said, slightly embarassed: "You'll have to excuse the lass. She can be a wee sensitive at times to outside forces. However, she's a trustworthy Navigator, that one. Good at finding her way around the Warp. I can't tell ya how many times-"

He then laughed, saying, "Well...I be rantin' now. My apologies. Anyway, I come here to find victuals for me crew, and fuel. Also, I have special things and trinkets for sale, if ye be needin' them."

"Perhaps you should take her to sickbay," suggested an Ensign in the blue of the science department, "the councilor's pretty sufficient at telepathy and could help her develop a mental block so your friend doesn't hear anything that way when she doesn't want to."

Hidetsugu Froze in place.

"Master?" he asked no one in particular.

He looked at his chest. Scars in the shape of the Kanji for Chaos were glowing.

"Master Oni! The All-consuming Oni of Chaos is near? I must go to him!" Hidetsugu roared with joy.

He tapped into the computers and found that the Chaos energies were stemming from the Chronosian ship. He found the dock number and took off running at a full run.

Everyone heard him coming from four decks away on the far side of the station.

He made it as the ship was docking and waited with breathless anticipation. He worshipped The All-consuming Oni of Chaos fervently. If this ship was a way to get closer to His Oni, he would do whatever it took to get there, so great was his devotion.

Seeing the grown man acting the way he was upon his arrival at the dock resulted in a grown from one of the Trinity Blood representatives. Knowing the arrival of Chronosians was inevitable, considering their former presence at the OTS, what was known of them had been referenced from the CSP's record banks. Thus, armed with the knowledge that Chronosia was a bit xenophobic, composed of humans, and used enhanced soldiers, the Trinity Blood representatives composed of the Terran captain of one of the empire's new explorers that had stopped by the station, a female Terran Commander with high level telepathic talent, a male Augment Lieutenant Commander from security, and a female Methuselah Ensign in the uniform of a security officer.

This particular grouping was designed to imply that humanity was the dominant species. Depending on how things went, then the ruse would either be dropped or enhanced.

A Thunderhawk slid from the belly of the great vessel, cruising across the vastness of space in accordance with the orders set down by the stations owners. It was black, ornately decorated in gold and inlaid with blasphemous wards and verse, words that seemed to glimmer and bleed into the fabric of the real.

Guided to the dock, it set down, servos whining as the ship sat down on squat metallic legs. The doors opened, and the retinue stepped forth. A bent and twisted Tech Priest whispered and chirruped in binary code, while an attendant autosavant took down notes upon flowing rolls of parchment, dipping a pen into an inkpot engraved into its very flesh. A hunched Astropath hissed under its breath of the horrors of the warp, its mind incised and open to the truths of Chaos.

Intricately armoured and adorned in finery, the Inquisitor strode forth with a black clad woman at his side. His was a coat of black groxskin and silk, lain over black body armour. Fur edged his coat, while a beautifully crafted bolt pistol and power sword lay at his belt. Pale green eyes were set in his muscular features, mirrored in his formidible figure.

The woman was silent, pale to the point of albinism with shaven head save an elaborately woven topknot. A black bodyglove enclosed her, tight leather conforming to her body. She wore a tattoo upon one cheek, a skull and dagger, marking her as an agent of the Officio Assassinatorum, his personal bodyguard.

"Greetings in the name of his most benevolent Lordship, Remiel De Drakan, marked and annointed as the Everchosen of Chaos, Lord and Scion of Chaos Ascendant and True Master of Mankind.

I am Inquisitor Kai Nordephal, of the Ordo Xenos, sent here to ensure that first proper contact is more properly managed than the debacle with the Orion Station. Agents of the Adeptus Astartes, Administratum and Ecclesiarchy are awaiting upon my vessel should you require more insight into our culture. The mysterious of Chaos are ours to share with the universe, the universe that shall be enlightened by the revelations of the Dark Gods."

"Captain Jonathan Archer (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/JonathanArcher2155.jpg) of the ISC Enterprise," responded the man with the rank pips of Captain glinting on his uniform as he led the other Trinity Blood represenatives in respectful bows, "welcome aboard the Constantine Space Port. In honor of your arrival, we had this built for you."

He gestured as a young, female Terran Lieutenant Junior Grade in an engineer's uniform brought forth a bronzed chainsword that was fully functional.

"Please accept this small token of our apprection that you took the time to grace us with your presence," he continued, "its powered by a fuel cell, which should provide pretty much an indefintate life span, and has an power switch located for easy access by the weilder's thumb, for more effiecent use. The cutting area is diamond tipped for more cutting power. Not knowing which runes or symbols you would prefer, we left a blank space for later addition."

OOC: Lol, this one thread has raised me to over 100 posts in around a single week. This thread took off faster than I expected.
As for why I'm pretty much pulling out the red carpet for Chronosia, well, I don't really want to IC'ly piss of one of the oldest and most powerful nations on NS (according to what I've heard and the old threads I've been digging up to read, he's pretty much XO of this Galactic Empire alliance I've read about (which, if he gets really PO'ed ICly, then he might just sick the entire GE on my little corner of the universe)).

"Well, I can't break it, it brings bad luck, and I certainly don't need another one. I'll let Chip have the Mirror." Said Sepherena.

"oh he love that"said Sky

"i'm out of here, i send for you on the day"said Wolf

"why"ask both Girl's
"ulu inbau i'dol dal jal nindol Vhid"said Wolf then was gone

"As you've probably figured out," replied Esther, "the Methuselah* are the source of many vampire myths around the galaxy, though don't call them a vampire as its considered a racial slur amoung other things. They are a very long-lived species, some of the more powerful ones well over a thousand years old, at least. Thus, some of them have a hard time letting go of their old ways, plus the sanity of some of the rogue elements is also under question."

"Can't forget the pull of the old vices," added Ayra, "greed, gluttony, vanity, pride, lust, need I go on?"

"Yes," agreed Esther, "there is a way the worst ones are known as the seven deadly sins."

Ayeka smiles rather openly as she comments.. "Were ones for lust, procreation is a fun aspect of life." Alusair react to this with a decent cough to hide a blush. "Not so open girl."

Alusair turns the converse away quickly by commenting.. "Still, the idea of dealing with other long lived civilizations is interesting. So many are fighting the bonds of the cycle of life as we do, since an evolved civilization should not have to deal with death easily.

Not in some morbid way however. Sorry if it may seem if we may be that way, but we cherish life too much for vampiric methods, forgive the termonology."

"Admiral take this Fleet to Ra it's time we take it back"said Wolf
"yes sir"said the Admiral

the Admiral turns to the crew
"you heard him send word out to the Fleet"aid the Admiral

Ayeka smiles rather openly as she comments.. "Were ones for lust, procreation is a fun aspect of life." Alusair react to this with a decent cough to hide a blush. "Not so open girl."

Alusair turns the converse away quickly by commenting.. "Still, the idea of dealing with other long lived civilizations is interesting. So many are fighting the bonds of the cycle of life as we do, since an evolved civilization should not have to deal with death easily.

Not in some morbid way however. Sorry if it may seem if we may be that way, but we cherish life too much for vampiric methods, forgive the termonology."

Both Ayra and Esther turn red at Ayeka's comment. Esther a bit more so than her daughter.

After taking a few moments to recompose herself, Esther replied, "As far as I'm aware, use of the word in its adjective form like that is acceptable as I don't know of an adjective form of Methuselah.

"And if you were worried about offending me or my daughter, you needn't have bothered. Neither of us has any Methuselah blood in our family trees."

The way Esther said 'Methuselah' when referencing family trees was accented differently than when she had said previously. It wouldn't be obvious to the casual ear, but she was holding something back.

"As for how long a Methuselah lives," she continued as her earlier blush finished dying down, "I never got an exact figure, but with current medical technology, everyone has pretty much had their life-spans extended. Tea that helps improve longevity, stasis chambers people can sleep nightly in if they wish, genetic memory, and that's just scratching the surface. Due to the fact that both Terrans, or humans as I've learned they are called in many places, and Methuselah are beginning to intermix the gentic lineage of the species, we've devoted quite a bit of resources into our medical knowledge and technology."

"Our version is through our Partners, the Hikari Trees. Billions of them now exist across our empire-republic, each with a Partner that gives the ability of seeing our life for their own eyes, the Trees in turn give vast power and their own extended lives to our own. We've not even tapped the potential of those that are Partners, as the Trees have only bee around just under two hundred years, but it's possible Partners could live to a couple thousand years each, before our current medical sciences are taken into account.

Between that, our genetic programs we share with the Angelics, and other minor aspects, our civilization is an equal slate of races that can live a very long time, giving full measure for whatever aspect of life they choose." ...Alusair explained in turn, enjoying the bitter taste of the second cup of tea. "By the way, are we tasting tea similar to what was mentioned? Just of coy curious to note." ..she added, as Ayeka wiped her chin with a towelette.

"Our version is through our Partners, the Hikari Trees. Billions of them now exist across our empire-republic, each with a Partner that gives the ability of seeing our life for their own eyes, the Trees in turn give vast power and their own extended lives to our own. We've not even tapped the potential of those that are Partners, as the Trees have only bee around just under two hundred years, but it's possible Partners could live to a couple thousand years each, before our current medical sciences are taken into account.

Between that, our genetic programs we share with the Angelics, and other minor aspects, our civilization is an equal slate of races that can live a very long time, giving full measure for whatever aspect of life they choose." ...Alusair explained in turn, enjoying the bitter taste of the second cup of tea. "By the way, are we tasting tea similar to what was mentioned? Just of coy curious to note." ..she added, as Ayeka wiped her chin with a towelette.

"Sorry, but the plant its made from isn't in season and I didn't think to bring some of the surpluss with us when we departed Terra for this station," replied Esther.

"These Hikari Trees you speak of," chimed in Ayra, "they sound like quite an interesting species. Though, I take it examination of one is out."

Esther chuckled slightly at her daughter's inquisitive mind. While a capable fighter, as she had demonstrated during the undead pirate raid, Ayra preferred the path of the combo of scholar, scientist, and engineer over any other she could choose from.

OOC: I know, not the best I could do, but its late and I'm getting quite a bit of brain lock. Not going to sleep just yet, but I probably will soon.

one of the Twin's PDA goes off
both look to see who's it was
"it's my one and look's like our master taken the Fleet to Ra to take it back"said Sky

"oh that be bloodly"said Snow as she pat's Chip who had stop sing to give his voice a rest

"yes it will be, now what to do till he call's for us"said Sky

Alusair nodded at the comment of the tea, while Ayeka made a rather stark remark about the Tree examination. "No, it's our one absolute secret we maintain, appologies on such. The Trees are essentially citizens and their own civilization of their own right and previlage anyway, so it'd be like doing so to one of us without consent.

Too much of our power and secrets are locked within them, moreso than even mere ressurection and galaxy goverment stylings."

Alusair nodded at the comment of the tea, while Ayeka made a rather stark remark about the Tree examination. "No, it's our one absolute secret we maintain, appologies on such. The Trees are essentially citizens and their own civilization of their own right and previlage anyway, so it'd be like doing so to one of us without consent.

Too much of our power and secrets are locked within them, moreso than even mere ressurection and galaxy goverment stylings."

"Can't blame a girl for trying," replied Ayra as she shrugged it off.

Esther sighed at her daughter's actions, impulsiveness, and bluntness.

"That girl needs to learn to be more politic one of these days," she thought to herself.

Then she noticed a message about a trade conference the Gaians were hosting on her PADD. With a crafty glint in her eyes, Esther typed up some orders for the ISC Enterprise, the most experienced explorer ship in the modern Trinity Blood fleet, and made arrangements for Ayra to travel to the aforementioned conference aboard the ship.

OOC: I've posted in your Trade Conference thread. I'm RPing it so that it takes place after Ayra and my ISC Enterprise have left the station.

"may as well go see ms. Tohno"said Snow
"yes good idea"said Sky
the Twin's get up taken Chip and his Mirror with them ,they head off to see ms. Tohno

OOC: TBH, its just that I would have liked to have been asked in regards to something like this (as I wouldn't have mind RPing the actual events). IC'ly, as far as I can recall, the only contact TB has had with Sephrioth is, first, his warship's arrival in this thread and, second, his arrival in a shuttle here.
Sorry if I seem to be a bit cranky, guess its that good old OCD showing through.


OOC: My apologies. I didn't know how to go about the process of asking, or even whom I should contact.


IC: =/\=The only encounters Trinity Blood has had with Sephrioth is here, at this station. We are also unaware of any rogue faction that would bother with the outside while they still don't stand in control. No theft of any Sephrioth vessel was ever authorized. If any Methuselah were aboard, more than likely they were equally prisoners then as they are now aboard your ship.

Now, will you release your captives into our custody for questioning? Or are you going to try to use them as bargining chips?=/\=

The remnants of the Ops crew, not yet scheduled to be relieved until next shift, glanced at each other a little worried. The fact that this character had managed to capture any Methuselah at all without the training or assistance of a Hunter had plenty of people worried. The fact he continued to pronouce it as if it was spelled 'Methusela' also confused things a bit and added to the problem.

Colonel Fury, with the tip of his ear freashly re-attached, stood waiting for this Prometheus to dock and its owner and pilot to disembark.


Their only encounters is here? thought the borg. They should work on their subject-verb agreement.


Bargaining chips? I don't take hostages. In fact, let me make this clear to
you now: I'm here because I feel that this could be a tense diplomatic
situation, and I believe that delivering these sentients directly to the
Sephrioth could exacerbate that situation. This station can serve as neutral
ground, where all involved parties can resolve their differences without the
need of armed hostilities. The Sephrioth will probably revoke my working
rights for this, so I'm doing you a BIG favor right now, Constantine Control.
I'm also doing the Sephrioth a favor, giving them the opportunity to show
grace under fire--but they probably won't see it that way. They've lost
one of their destroyers, and they passionately detest losing hardware.

My only condition for releasing my prisoners into your care is that the
Sephrioth government be informed as to who and where they are.
When that has been accomplished, I'll turn them over to you along with
my ship's logs.

It took a few minutes, but Prometheus was allowed to land, and Falsus and Esmirelda were allowed to disembark--if only to run into some old but unknown aquaintances.

the spacen marines saw falius and walked over to him hail falius i am brother captian flame of the deep eyes legoin thes 11 batle brothers are my honour gaurd

Falsus smiled. "Merry met, Flame," he said. He indicated the small drone that hovered on internal antigravs at chest-level beside him. "This is Esmirelda, my traveling companion."

"Pet Emmy?" asked the drone.

Kai bowed his head as he accepted the Chainblade, testing its heft, closing his fingers tenderly around the handle. "A most beautifully exquisite weapon, it shall please the legions of Lord Cabot, our Imperial Warmaster currently undertaking the Charybdis Crusade to drag the Charybdis Cluster into our grasp" A chuckle. "The Gods deserve their prizes, do they not?"

He smiled, taking in his surroundings, still speaking with Jonathon. "Our presence is not normally gifted so casually, but this time we had reason to come here. Not only does a new people, a new divergent strain of glorious Humanity, appear before us, but we are also able to pursue the Ri-anese, who we met upon Orion."

He turned to view the prostrating figure of Hidetsugu "How admirable that devotees already flock to us, to bow before the power of Chaos." He chuckled throatily "We shall enlighten you with our words, we shall bring to you any revelation that you desire. The Gods reach out through us to their servants in the material Plane, we the greatest amongst their chosen. We are their Sons, and in the name of their Scion we fight and conquer, to bring the truth of Chaos to all corners of this galaxy, this Universe...You are blessed, merely by being in our presence, brother."

OOC: My apologies. I didn't know how to go about the process of asking, or even whom I should contact.

OOC: Not a problem. Personally, I would rather RP something big like that happening to members of one of my species (as I'm unaware of any other nation using said species), wouldn't you?

Their only encounters is here? thought the borg. They should work on their subject-verb agreement.

OOC: Lol, I knew there was something wrong with my typing. That's what I get for doing it in a rush while half-asleep.


Bargaining chips? I don't take hostages. In fact, let me make this clear to
you now: I'm here because I feel that this could be a tense diplomatic
situation, and I believe that delivering these sentients directly to the
Sephrioth could exacerbate that situation. This station can serve as neutral
ground, where all involved parties can resolve their differences without the
need of armed hostilities. The Sephrioth will probably revoke my working
rights for this, so I'm doing you a BIG favor right now, Constantine Control.
I'm also doing the Sephrioth a favor, giving them the opportunity to show
grace under fire--but they probably won't see it that way. They've lost
one of their destroyers, and they passionately detest losing hardware.

My only condition for releasing my prisoners into your care is that the
Sephrioth government be informed as to who and where they are.
When that has been accomplished, I'll turn them over to you along with
my ship's logs.

=/\=Understand our position. You say Sephrioth dislikes loosing hardware, then also consider this: In Trinity Blood, family is one of the top three priorities, especially for Methuselah. Personally, I would rather try to stay on the good side of the big Methuselah Houses.

As for your request regarding Sephrioth, they have representatives already on board. Soldiers, true, and not trained diplomats, but representatives none the less.=/\=

It took a few minutes, but Prometheus was allowed to land, and Falsus and Esmirelda were allowed to disembark--if only to run into some old but unknown aquaintances.

Falsus smiled. "Merry met, Flame," he said. He indicated the small drone that hovered on internal antigravs at chest-level beside him. "This is Esmirelda, my traveling companion."

"Pet Emmy?" asked the drone.

Fury raised an eyebrow at the unusual request.

"Sure," replied a voice from behind Falsus, "where do you want to be petted."

Fury rolled his eye as Minagi Tohno strolled up to within arms length of Esmirelda.

Kai bowed his head as he accepted the Chainblade, testing its heft, closing his fingers tenderly around the handle. "A most beautifully exquisite weapon, it shall please the legions of Lord Cabot, our Imperial Warmaster currently undertaking the Charybdis Crusade to drag the Charybdis Cluster into our grasp" A chuckle. "The Gods deserve their prizes, do they not?"

He smiled, taking in his surroundings, still speaking with Jonathon. "Our presence is not normally gifted so casually, but this time we had reason to come here. Not only does a new people, a new divergent strain of glorious Humanity, appear before us, but we are also able to pursue the Ri-anese, who we met upon Orion."

He turned to view the prostrating figure of Hidetsugu "How admirable that devotees already flock to us, to bow before the power of Chaos." He chuckled throatily "We shall enlighten you with our words, we shall bring to you any revelation that you desire. The Gods reach out through us to their servants in the material Plane, we the greatest amongst their chosen. We are their Sons, and in the name of their Scion we fight and conquer, to bring the truth of Chaos to all corners of this galaxy, this Universe...You are blessed, merely by being in our presence, brother."

Archer's left eyebrow began to inch up as he listened to the Inquisitor's speach.

"Pardon me," broke in the Commander next to him with a respectful tone, "but you called yourself an Inquisitor. Does that have anything to do with an Inquisition department?"

OOC: Remember, the Roman Catholic Church was pretty much the only religion to survive the nuclear fires at the end of my WWIII and became a major military power and worked its way to one of the top three factions prior to the unification under the Empress. So, she's referencing the modern Terran Vatican's Department of Inquisition.

A map spontainiously appeared in front of him with highlighted paths to his destinations. To his left not far was one entrance to sickbay.

Plasma was located a few decks up in one shop, and food was always obtainable at the Drunken Sailor on an upper deck.
Turbolifts stood ready to transport him to the other floors, and the sickbay was open.

"How else may I help you?"

OOC: Trinity Blood--Sure. I'll take the offer of free entertainment facilities. And it's fine--apparently, Jolt's spam filters were freaking out, thus accounting for why it slipped through.

IC:

João said, "Well, thank you, lass. That'll be all." He then walked away from the console, and then took Lassie by a Fireman's Carry, saying to her, "It'll be alright. Let's get ye to sick bay."

When the Ensign accosted him, João turned to his charge and said, "Hear that? They might be able to stop those headaches after all."

Lassie forced a weak smile, saying, "Thanks." Still, she couldn't help but send out an angry whisper through the Immaterium, directed at the Chaos presence on the Station--

"I knew I could smell Chaos from a mile away....don't think I don't know you're here."

Kai bowed his head as he accepted the Chainblade, testing its heft, closing his fingers tenderly around the handle. "A most beautifully exquisite weapon, it shall please the legions of Lord Cabot, our Imperial Warmaster currently undertaking the Charybdis Crusade to drag the Charybdis Cluster into our grasp" A chuckle. "The Gods deserve their prizes, do they not?"

He smiled, taking in his surroundings, still speaking with Jonathon. "Our presence is not normally gifted so casually, but this time we had reason to come here. Not only does a new people, a new divergent strain of glorious Humanity, appear before us, but we are also able to pursue the Ri-anese, who we met upon Orion."

He turned to view the prostrating figure of Hidetsugu "How admirable that devotees already flock to us, to bow before the power of Chaos." He chuckled throatily "We shall enlighten you with our words, we shall bring to you any revelation that you desire. The Gods reach out through us to their servants in the material Plane, we the greatest amongst their chosen. We are their Sons, and in the name of their Scion we fight and conquer, to bring the truth of Chaos to all corners of this galaxy, this Universe...You are blessed, merely by being in our presence, brother."

"I seek to learn more, To become closer to my Oni, and I will do what ever it takes, to get to the Honden of The All-consuming Oni of Chaos." Hidetsugu said.

He stood.

"And I personally will ensure your security." Hidetsugu said weilding his big bone club.

OOC:
Honden = Temple.

Its on the Elemental Plane of Chaos, but upon speaking with Ri-an, I have learned that plane is more commonly called The Warp, so I too shall call it that. Its in a mountainous region, at the top of the tallest mountain in that region.

As with the story, Hidetsugu is destined to become The Oni he worships. Just so you know what I plan on doing, in case you can see the future ICly, so that you may see it accuratly.

the Twin's are now outside ms. Tohno office waiting to see to her

"so we building a dock and small base and a private suite"ask Snow to Sky
"that's what he said"said Sky back to her


space above Ra

"ok boy's this going to hot one,see you on planet side"said Wolf

The Trinity Blood representative signed as well and sent an aide to find one of the O'akas to provide the Ri-an signature.

The 63rd watched her look for him for awhile before figuring out she was looking for him. Obviously personelle had forgotten they could Teleport into his office if they needed him for something, he hardly ever left.

"You were looking for me?" he asked as she teleported in.

the Twin's are now outside ms. Tohno office waiting to see to her

"so we building a dock and small base and a private suite"ask Snow to Sky
"that's what he said"said Sky back to her

"If you're looking for Ms. Tohno," called one of the secretaries, "you'll find her at the docks greeting one of the new arrivals. Get in one of the turbolifts and I'll send you as close as I can."

The 63rd watched her look for him for awhile before figuring out she was looking for him. Obviously personelle had forgotten they could Teleport into his office if they needed him for something, he hardly ever left.

"You were looking for me?" he asked as she teleported in.

"Uhmm," stammered the young Ensign, "s-sir, you need to sign this as the r-represntative of Ri-an for approval."

The obviously frightened youth, it was her first assignment fresh out of the Academy after all, handed over the PADD which had been signed by a representative of Trinity Blood and one from Goonswarm in regards to a Goonswarm embassy aboard the CSP.

João, after helping Lassie out through the corridors of the port for a while, letting her walk on her own and occasionally rendering aid with the pain was too much, approached the sickbay. He knocked, and then said, "Excuse me, I was told you fellows were skilled in telepathy?"

"Uhmm," stammered the young Ensign, "s-sir, you need to sign this as the r-represntative of Ri-an for approval."

The obviously frightened youth, it was her first assignment fresh out of the Academy after all, handed over the PADD which had been signed by a representative of Trinity Blood and one from Goonswarm in regards to a Goonswarm embassy aboard the CSP.

"Why are you so scared? I'm just an old man. Don't tell me you have Gerontophobia." said O'aka as he took the padd and looked over its contents.

João, after helping Lassie out through the corridors of the port for a while, letting her walk on her own and occasionally rendering aid with the pain was too much, approached the sickbay. He knocked, and then said, "Excuse me, I was told you fellows were skilled in telepathy?"

The aquamarinian Medic looked up, and waved a welcoming tenticle.

"Of course. Aquamarinians are very skilled Psions. What seems to be the problem? Between The Aquamarinians and the Methusulah, we should be able to get it fixed." The octopus Creature said.

"If you're looking for Ms. Tohno," called one of the secretaries, "you'll find her at the docks greeting one of the new arrivals. Get in one of the turbolifts and I'll send you as close as I can."


the Twin's got into the turbolift

João, after helping Lassie out through the corridors of the port for a while, letting her walk on her own and occasionally rendering aid with the pain was too much, approached the sickbay. He knocked, and then said, "Excuse me, I was told you fellows were skilled in telepathy?"

"Ahh," replied the receptionist, "you'll be wanting to talk to talk with Dr. Elizabeth Dehner (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/Elizabeth_Dehner.jpg). You'll find her five doors down on your right."

Dehner had been exposed to a burst of radiation several years prior while stationed as CMO aboard an old Hypergate. It was soon discovered that the burst had no ill affect on her, but it did enhance her already higher than normal Esper rating, Aperception quotient, Duke-Heidelburg quotient, and general knowledge quotient.

Upon noting the entry of the group into her office, she looked up from watering her plants.

"Can I help you?" she inquired.

The aquamarinian Medic looked up, and waved a welcoming tenticle.

"Of course. Aquamarinians are very skilled Psions. What seems to be the problem? Between The Aquamarinians and the Methusulah, we should be able to get it fixed." The octopus Creature said.

Her eyes narrowed as she noted the Aquamarinians gathering.

OOC: Lol, I actually intended to use this character when I first had the Ensign mention sickbay.

the Twin's got into the turbolift

The secretary over-road a few saftey protocauls as she sensed the Isans would want to get to Tohno before she moved again. Thus, they experienced an almost weightless sensation in their guts as the turbolift plummeted to its destination at a speed that had them almost floating and had it at its destination in less than a minute.

The secretary over-road a few saftey protocauls as she sensed the Isans would want to get to Tohno before she moved again. Thus, they experienced an almost weightless sensation in their guts as the turbolift plummeted to its destination at a speed that had them almost floating and had it at its destination in less than a minute.

"you feel more dropping it hot LZ by dropship then that lift"said Sky getting out of it
"not fare that we missing out taking back Ra"said Snow

"oh get over it,you know why"said Sky
"let's go find this person"said Snow

"The Imperial Inquisition was founded to root out various heresies, to undo alien plots against us and to protect against Chaos itself, all before the Fall." He smirked as though remembering "Following our enlightenment, we turned more towards the esoteric. Turning the aliens machinations against itself, casting down those heretics who would oppose the will of Chaos, and establishing ourselves as the undisputed masters of Chaos." Kai turned now, to regard more fully Hidetsugu

"I appreciate your devotion to the cause and your arm to our endeavors. The Gods shall reward you, of this I am certain. A most pleasing development for such a short time here..."

He paused, frowning as he heard the voice resound within his mind, equally perplexed as the astropath who muttered and whispered and hissed about it by his side.

And you are? Trifle not with those most devoted to the Ruinous Powers, wretch. Else you find your wretched mind undone by your betters

He thrust back the message, his well-trained mind sharpened like a blade to pierce and rend asunder, to drive surely into the heart laiden with its poison message. The Black Ships had not taken him and converted him, body, mind and soul, to Chaos for his laxity.

He was a living weapon, an embodiment of the Emperor's Will and the Fist of the Ruinous Powers. He would not be so easily cowed.

The aquamarinian Medic looked up, and waved a welcoming tenticle.

"Of course. Aquamarinians are very skilled Psions. What seems to be the problem? Between The Aquamarinians and the Methusulah, we should be able to get it fixed." The octopus Creature said.

"Ahh," replied the receptionist, "you'll be wanting to talk to talk with Dr. Elizabeth Dehner. You'll find her five doors down on your right."

Dehner had been exposed to a burst of radiation several years prior while stationed as CMO aboard an old Hypergate. It was soon discovered that the burst had no ill affect on her, but it did enhance her already higher than normal Esper rating, Aperception quotient, Duke-Heidelburg quotient, and general knowledge quotient.

Upon noting the entry of the group into her office, she looked up from watering her plants.

"Can I help you?" she inquired.

Lassie sat down nursing the headache--by now it had eased somewhat to the point where she could hold a conversation. However, before she could speak, João piped up, saying, "Well, Doctor--my friend here has been experiencing some headaches. I'll let her continue."

Frowning at João some, Lassie continued, "Yeah...since I got aboard this station, I just got this splitting headache. It's as if a great evil has come aboard this station..."

Rubbing her temples some more, she then said, "Yeah, I'm not very good against Chaos. Do you guys know about the forces of Chaos? Nasty creatures those...."

EDIT:

The reply of "And you are? Trifle not with those most devoted to the Ruinous Powers, wretch. Else you find your wretched mind undone by your betters" from the source of the Chaos presence in the area disturbed her greatly, and she twitched and quivered greatly with spasms with more vibration than Angus Young busting out a guitar solo onstage, only in a much less entertaining way. She then let out a cry of: "HOLY SHIT!"

~SNIP~

OOC: Well, you should tell me these things. I had no way of knowing you had a Dr. to use.

Lassie sat down nursing the headache--by now it had eased somewhat to the point where she could hold a conversation. However, before she could speak, João piped up, saying, "Well, Doctor--my friend here has been experiencing some headaches. I'll let her continue."

Frowning at João some, Lassie continued, "Yeah...since I got aboard this station, I just got this splitting headache. It's as if a great evil has come aboard this station..."

Rubbing her temples some more, she then said, "Yeah, I'm not very good against Chaos. Do you guys know about the forces of Chaos? Nasty creatures those...."

"Chaos? I've heard of a nation dealing in such, yes."

Meanwhile...

All those with Psionic abilities, Psyker, Methusulah, or otherwise, felt the Aquamarinian Hive mind. They could feel it ready to throw down a massive Anti-Psion barrier if things got out of control.

Kai chuckled softly, almost to himself as he let his mind recede, feeling the oppressive force hanging over the station like the very Shadow in the Warp of the Tyranid Hive Mind. "To think that such powers flicker and gather about this universe...Had I known it would be this amusing, I would have brought a Null for the sheer entertainment of it."

Lassie stood up, quietly saying, "Thanks for the aid...hurts a little less now. The fact such a powerful force exists in this universe--almost makes me want to talk to the Inquisition at home."

João grew worried at this, saying, "Lassie...you don't want to do that. What if the Inquistors mark you as bein' an agent of Chaos? You know how they get. The moment anything becomes tainted with Chaos, they'll lock ye up, and throw away the key...."

Lassie shot back, "Well, it's better than getting these damn headaches, for sure."

She then wryly said to Dehner, "Oh and my name--despite the impression Captain Valdes might give you-is actually Linda Fabrizio. Captain Valdes just called me that one day, and the name stuck--being a foundling on the streets of New Macau is tough."

@Ri-an:
OOC: Sorry about that, my bad.

@Chronosia:
"Interesting," she replied, "the Vatican's Department of Inquisition sounds similar to yours in original purpose, the protection of the Vatican's interests prior to the unification under the Empress."

@Hailung:
"Hmm," responded Dehner as she pulled out a medical tricorder and scanned 'Lassie', "according to these readings, your paracortex* is rather highly developed. Though," she continued, "it appears you've yet to learn to block out unwanted reception. I can help you by putting up a temporary one, showing you how to build future ones on your own as I go step-by-step."

She turns to the Aquamarinians and says, "Unlike yours, the human mind wasn't designed for, nor has it evolved to the point where it can, survive under such strain. For individuality to be maintained, mental blocks have to be put up unless the esper in question wants to have their personality overwhelmed by the thoughts and feelings of everyone around them."

OOC: *The paracortex is the Trinity Blood name of the section of the brain responsible for psionic abilities.

@All:
OOC: I'm going to be AFK for a few hours after this post is done.

"Of course. One must ensure a clean house for the cause of purity. After all, how can one bring enlightenment to the Galaxy when his own nation suffers from the cancer of Heresy?" He ran a hand along the chainblade, teasing his fingers across the metal. "Again, a most pristine weapon. The Warmaster himself has two Chainaxes, master-crafted by the finest Artisans of Hydran. A true accomplishment. This-" He slid his own power sword from its scabbard, thumbing an invocation rune. Crackling blue energy danced across the sigils engraved upon it.

"-I was gifted this on my rise to Inquisitorial status. A fine blade, it's served me well on many fronts, against many foes. This galaxy is not a place for laxity or complacence. Turn your back upon it and some fiend will sink its knife into it, some abhorrent alien or heretic."

@Ri-an:
@Hailung:
"Hmm," responded Dehner as she pulled out a medical tricorder and scanned 'Lassie', "according to these readings, your paracortex* is rather highly developed. Though," she continued, "it appears you've yet to learn to block out unwanted reception. I can help you by putting up a temporary one, showing you how to build future ones on your own as I go step-by-step."

She turns to the Aquamarinians and says, "Unlike yours, the human mind wasn't designed for, nor has it evolved to the point where it can, survive under such strain. For individuality to be maintained, mental blocks have to be put up unless the esper in question wants to have their personality overwhelmed by the thoughts and feelings of everyone around them."

OOC: *The paracortex is the Trinity Blood name of the section of the brain responsible for psionic abilities.

"You are incorrect in your statement. We have encountered numerous Human civilizations evolved to that point, and further. The fact that some are not merely means that Evolution has not been at the same speed in all areas."

the emepeor sent us to aquire the service of a bounty hunter said the brother captian damn black ten the space marine groused how fairs you falius alltough i'd rather be fighting the in the yukatain war

@Hailung:
"Hmm," responded Dehner as she pulled out a medical tricorder and scanned 'Lassie', "according to these readings, your paracortex* is rather highly developed. Though," she continued, "it appears you've yet to learn to block out unwanted reception. I can help you by putting up a temporary one, showing you how to build future ones on your own as I go step-by-step."

She turns to the Aquamarinians and says, "Unlike yours, the human mind wasn't designed for, nor has it evolved to the point where it can, survive under such strain. For individuality to be maintained, mental blocks have to be put up unless the esper in question wants to have their personality overwhelmed by the thoughts and feelings of everyone around them."

OOC: *The paracortex is the Trinity Blood name of the section of the brain responsible for psionic abilities.

Lassie replied questioningly, "You mean I can...filter the signals? I can control how I am attuned to the Warp?! Wow...this is something else..."

Valdes was truly interested, yet somewhat shocked now. It meant Lassie would be stable, but also she would attract the attention of the Hailung Inquistion if she was found out....

Lassie replied questioningly, "You mean I can...filter the signals? I can control how I am attuned to the Warp?! Wow...this is something else..."

Valdes was truly interested, yet somewhat shocked now. It meant Lassie would be stable, but also she would attract the attention of the Hailung Inquistion if she was found out....

"We thought all creatures aquired selective listening at the onset of puberty, just as a way to irritate their parents, if nothing else. We have noticed several million Humanoid families going through such a scenario several times."

"We thought all creatures aquired selective listening at the onset of puberty, just as a way to irritate their parents, if nothing else. We have noticed several million Humanoid families going through such a scenario several times."

Linda explained, "Well, I guess I was born a little differently than other psykers. Besides, we tend to be a lightning rod for Chaos, and in my case, that produces a lot of hurt."

Linda explained, "Well, I guess I was born a little differently than other psykers. Besides, we tend to be a lightning rod for Chaos, and in my case, that produces a lot of hurt."

"It was a joke based on the fact that many Adolescents seem to ignore their parents. Now, gaining won't be heard. It might require some work and some practice, but I doubt it will be overly hard."

"You are incorrect in your statement. We have encountered numerous Human civilizations evolved to that point, and further. The fact that some are not merely means that Evolution has not been at the same speed in all areas."

"Really now," came the sarcastic response, "you do realize that not all humans are like that. Humans did not evolve as a hive mind creature and prefer to preserve their individuality, at least all those I've met."

Lassie replied questioningly, "You mean I can...filter the signals? I can control how I am attuned to the Warp?! Wow...this is something else..."

Valdes was truly interested, yet somewhat shocked now. It meant Lassie would be stable, but also she would attract the attention of the Hailung Inquistion if she was found out....

"Its more of putting a mental block so that you can isolate your mind," replied Dehner, "if you need a visual, picture it as a brick wall that you can put together whenever you want when you want to be alone."

the emepeor sent us to aquire the service of a bounty hunter said the brother captian damn black ten the space marine groused how fairs you falius alltough i'd rather be fighting the in the yukatain war

"And why would you need a bounty hunter?" inquired Lord Alucard Dracula strolling up, "and why would you require any of Hunters* of Trinity Blood?"

OOC: *Basically, my version of the US Marshalls, kinda.

"Of course. One must ensure a clean house for the cause of purity. After all, how can one bring enlightenment to the Galaxy when his own nation suffers from the cancer of Heresy?" He ran a hand along the chainblade, teasing his fingers across the metal. "Again, a most pristine weapon. The Warmaster himself has two Chainaxes, master-crafted by the finest Artisans of Hydran. A true accomplishment. This-" He slid his own power sword from its scabbard, thumbing an invocation rune. Crackling blue energy danced across the sigils engraved upon it.

"-I was gifted this on my rise to Inquisitorial status. A fine blade, it's served me well on many fronts, against many foes. This galaxy is not a place for laxity or complacence. Turn your back upon it and some fiend will sink its knife into it, some abhorrent alien or heretic."

"Bladed weapons are quite the artform for our weaponsmiths," said Archer, "they've been making them for several thousand years and, even with the loss of knowledge in the nuclear fires at the end of the last great war before the unification, they've managed to bring their craft into the modern era."

"Interesting philosophy," replied the Commander, "personally, I would rather not raise any problem that would require either yours or our Departments of Inquisition. Truthfully, I think the Empress would prefer peaceful relations with your nation."

She looked over at the way Hidetsugu had so easily prostrated himself with a slight look of disgust.

"Bah!" she thought, "he grovels before others to easily. Such a pathetic weakling!"

"we are lost and we are never going to find Ms. Tohno"said Snow
"oh shut up"said Sky

the Guard climbed back down.

"Its a slime, a self-concious Slime." The man said to his buddies. They all shared a good laugh over the concept of a slime that didn't like being looked at.

One radio transmission later, and Thidge was sliming his way through the ducts. Thidge knew there was a slime in the ducts, that was all he was capable of knowing.

He rounded a corner and came face to face with the new slime. Thidge blinked and bubbled in surprise. Then thidge drew back a step.

It bubbled the slimy equivalent of Hello.

The Self-concious transparent trash slime burpled hello back, it gurgled nervously, something about a good place to hide.

Meanwhile Rachael had arrived at the Depot and took the responsibility of manning the Depot from the Hologram. It was not long until a short tiny person that could hardly be seen.

"Yo, Missy. I got some waste for you to be desposin' of." it said.

Rachael, looked over the counter and saw pretty much what ammounted to be what looked like a stunted adult.

"If you would just put it on the scanner here so we know how much to charge."

"Sorry, Missy. No can do!" the stunted adult, presumably a dwarf, stated. "I'll show ya." he said as he pointed out a nearby window in the port. "That's it."

She looked out the same window and saw something that she never thought she would see. "All of it?" she said.

"Yep!" the dwarf replied.

"Just a moment while I get things organised." she said as she went and started communicating back with HQ.

"we are lost and we are never going to find Ms. Tohno"said Snow
"oh shut up"said Sky

"She's over there," said a passing Ensign indicating where the Isans should head.

"I did not mean to imply that we should be enemies, rather that one must always be cautious. There are too many who are undeserving of our wisdom, who proclaim bastard creeds and place themselves above Chaos. There are so many who see us simply as evil without understanding truly the power we serve, naive fools like the Masaki's." He hissed

"Too many are the fools too quick to judge us, the bastard sons of Terra now the true Sons of Chronosia, and the chosen children of the Gods. You, I think, show promise..."

"She's over there," said a passing Ensign indicating where the Isans should head.

the head to were they where pionted

"hello are you Ms. Tohno"ask Sky to some lady they found

The Self-concious transparent trash slime burpled hello back, it gurgled nervously, something about a good place to hide.

Thidge bubbled his agreement.

Then he thought. He thought the other slime might like to meet O'aka.

Kindly old O'aka, who knew how to treat Trash Slimes better than any human he had ever met.

He bubbled such intentions and thoughts to the other slime. He was very articulate for a slime, probably because The 63rd and 65th had unknowingly developed the ability to communicate with trash slimes, and regularly held conversations with thidge and the thidglets.

OOC: DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES BEYOND MY CONTROL, I AM LEAVING FOR NEARLY AN ENTIRE WEEK. MY GRANDMOTHER IS ON HER DEATH BED, AND IT MAY BE THE LAST TIME I EVER SEE HER ALIVE. THANKS FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

Oh yes, it seems Lotus is temporarily without computer, as he told me from the Library. Just pretend our characters are in the backround.

"Its more of putting a mental block so that you can isolate your mind," replied Dehner, "if you need a visual, picture it as a brick wall that you can put together whenever you want when you want to be alone."


"Lassie"/Linda replied only, with grand enthusiasm, "Wow....now I know that would help stave off the headaches. Where do I sign up?"

As this occurred, João got an unusual message on his vox-caster. Picking it up, he replied, "Uh-huh, okay, good."

He then turned to Linda, saying with some hesitation, "I got a message from the ship. Tunstall says he be gettin' some psychic messages from home."

Linda said, "Wait--home?! Hailung? Do they know?"

João said only, "Lassie, I'm sure the Inquisition's not going to be that sneaky. At any rate, Tunstall said something about our Lady Imperiatrix givin' all Rogue Traders abroad the ability to act as Actin' Ambassadors. It means I'm a diplomat fer now. However, to ensure I will not screw up...they will be sendin' a man from the Inquisition for now."

Linda said simply, "Oh. well, go on your way....in the meantime, when will this man come?"

"Soon enough" was the response she got.

EDIT: Heard, understood.

OOC: DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES BEYOND MY CONTROL, I AM LEAVING FOR NEARLY AN ENTIRE WEEK. MY GRANDMOTHER IS ON HER DEATH BED, AND IT MAY BE THE LAST TIME I EVER SEE HER ALIVE. THANKS FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

Oh yes, it seems Lotus is temporarily without computer, as he told me from the Library. Just pretend our characters are in the backround.
OOC
just don't forget to log in once
oh an is it still yes to what im building

OOC: Well this is what happens when i miss 5 days. I am gonna retcon my involvement due to a computer virus.

"I did not mean to imply that we should be enemies, rather that one must always be cautious. There are too many who are undeserving of our wisdom, who proclaim bastard creeds and place themselves above Chaos. There are so many who see us simply as evil without understanding truly the power we serve, naive fools like the Masaki's." He hissed

"Too many are the fools too quick to judge us, the bastard sons of Terra now the true Sons of Chronosia, and the chosen children of the Gods. You, I think, show promise..."

"Personally," replied the Commander, "I prefer to believe in nothing. That way I'm never dissapointed."

the head to were they where pionted

"hello are you Ms. Tohno"ask Sky to some lady they found

"No," replied the blonde haired Ensign, "Ms. Tohno is the one with black hair right there," she indicates where Tohno is standing next to Fury and Falsus, "find the big guy with the eyepatch and you'll find her. Don't worry, their not that hard to miss."

OOC: Sorry, dude. Just in the mood for some humor.

OOC: Well this is what happens when i miss 5 days. I am gonna retcon my involvement due to a computer virus.

OOC: Hope you come back.

OOC: DUE TO CIRCUMSTANCES BEYOND MY CONTROL, I AM LEAVING FOR NEARLY AN ENTIRE WEEK. MY GRANDMOTHER IS ON HER DEATH BED, AND IT MAY BE THE LAST TIME I EVER SEE HER ALIVE. THANKS FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING.

Oh yes, it seems Lotus is temporarily without computer, as he told me from the Library. Just pretend our characters are in the backround.

OOC: Bummer. Sorry to hear about your grandmother. If I was a religious person, you both would be in my prayers. As I'm not, I can only wish that her passing be painless and amoung friends and family.

OOC
just don't forget to log in once
oh an is it still yes to what im building

OOC: Yes. Sorry about the run-around, though. In a mood for some breivity (ie, laughter).

"Lassie"/Linda replied only, with grand enthusiasm, "Wow....now I know that would help stave off the headaches. Where do I sign up?"

As this occurred, João got an unusual message on his vox-caster. Picking it up, he replied, "Uh-huh, okay, good."

He then turned to Linda, saying with some hesitation, "I got a message from the ship. Tunstall says he be gettin' some psychic messages from home."

Linda said, "Wait--home?! Hailung? Do they know?"

João said only, "Lassie, I'm sure the Inquisition's not going to be that sneaky. At any rate, Tunstall said something about our Lady Imperiatrix givin' all Rogue Traders abroad the ability to act as Actin' Ambassadors. It means I'm a diplomat fer now. However, to ensure I will not screw up...they will be sendin' a man from the Inquisition for now."

Linda said simply, "Oh. well, go on your way....in the meantime, when will this man come?"

"Soon enough" was the response she got.

EDIT: Heard, understood.

"Ms. Linda," replied Dehner, "you'll have to forgive the Aquamarinians. As a hive species, they utilize a group counciousness and are a bit surprised when they have to deal with those who don't. You understand what I'm saying?

"As for the mental barrier," she continued, "well, everyone develops their own according to their experiences. Will power has more to do with the strength of the barrier than anything else in my experience. As you'll most likely have seen by now, you are quite unable to see what I'm thinking, correct?

"Honestly, I'm impressed you've been able to keep your sanity for so long without any defenses in place, young lady. Now, if you're ready, we can begin," she added as she moved a seat and sat down facing Linda.

OOC how tall is the one with the eyepatch
IC
the Twin's go over to the group they where pointed to

"if we given a run around i'm going to shot someone knee cap's"said Sky in Wolfen
"ok are you Ms. Tohno "ask Snow

OOC2 no one konw's Wolfen

OOC how tall is the one with the eyepatch
IC
the Twin's go over to the group they where pointed to

"if we given a run around i'm going to shot someone knee cap's"said Sky in Wolfen
"ok are you Ms. Tohno "ask Snow

OOC2 no one konw's Wolfen

OOC: Its Nick Fury. Don't tell me you've never heard of him. From what I've seen, I would say around 6'.

IC: Tohno looked up from Falsus's pet when she heard her name and said, "Yes, that would be me. How can I help you?"

OOC: As for 'wolfen', use it enough and one of my linguists is going to pick up on it and you'll find characters from Trinity Blood fluent in it.

OOC: Its Nick Fury. Don't tell me you've never heard of him. From what I've seen, I would say around 6'.

IC: Overhearing Sky's comment, Fury responded, "And if you did that, miss, you would find yourself in the brig. If you are going to fight someone, confine it to the arena, please."

Tohno looked up from Falsus's pet when she heard her name and said, "Yes, that would be me. How can I help you?"

OOC he would not know what she said Wolfen not around yet not for a long time

OOC he would not know what she said Wolfen not around yet not for a long time

OOC: Which is why I edited it out.

OOC: Which is why I edited it out.

OOC you must of did that as i posted i ic in a min

OOC: Its Nick Fury. Don't tell me you've never heard of him. From what I've seen, I would say around 6'.

IC: Tohno looked up from Falsus's pet when she heard her name and said, "Yes, that would be me. How can I help you?"

OOC: As for 'wolfen', use it enough and one of my linguists is going to pick up on it and you'll find characters from Trinity Blood fluent in it.

OOC only if they are born way after the fall of IISA Empire and into the Wolf Empire and all so it's a language made by a God
oh Wolf stand's at 250 meter's

IC

"yes O'aka said we have to get you ok to build a dock,small base and a private suite"said Sky
Snow just stand's next to her sister and pat's Chip

OOC only if they are born way after the fall of IISA Empire and into the Wolf Empire and all so it's a language made by a God
oh Wolf stand's at 250 meter's

IC

"yes O'aka said we have to get you ok to build a dock,small base and a private suite"said Sky
Snow just stand's next to her sister and pat's Chip

"This complex will always be growing," replied Tohno, "thus, feel free to either build your own sub-station on site or tow one into position."

OOC: Uhm, if Wolf's 250 meters tall, he's not going to fit inside station (the ceiling tops off at around 7 feet). FYI, an average RL person stands around 1 meter tall.

"This complex will always be growing," replied Tohno, "thus, feel free to either build your own sub-station on site or tow one into position."

OOC: Uhm, if Wolf's 250 meters tall, he's not going to fit inside station (the ceiling tops off at around 7 feet). FYI, an average RL person stands around 1 meter tall.

OOC Wolf's a God so he can change how tall he is
all so Ri-an help me make Wolf what he is,
oh my troop's are 2 meter clones
FYI i stand at 184 cm
IC


"just give us what side we can build on"said Sky

OOC Wolf's a God so he can change how tall he is
all so Ri-an help me make Wolf what he is,
oh my troop's are 2 meter clones
FYI i stand at 184 cm
IC


"just give us what side we can build on"said Sky

Tohno gestured at a viewport and replied, "Anyplace in system is fine. Eventually, this entire star system will be filled with a complex of structures dedicated to individual tasks, stations brought in for those nations wishing for a more private embassy, et cetera. So far, all we have here now is our Hypergate and the CSP itself. Just remember to leave a reasonable safe distance between the constructs."

=/\=Understand our position. You say Sephrioth dislikes loosing hardware, then also consider this: In Trinity Blood, family is one of the top three priorities, especially for Methuselah. Personally, I would rather try to stay on the good side of the big Methuselah Houses.

As for your request regarding Sephrioth, they have representatives already on board. Soldiers, true, and not trained diplomats, but representatives none the less.=/\=



The Methusalan penchant for family is all the more reason to justify my
way of doing this. What I'm doing guarantees their participation in this
process. I am attempting to behave legally and ethically,
Constantine Control.


Before landing the shuttle, Falsus snickered again. For the last few months, he had been doing something that few before him ever had: working legally in Sephrioth space. He had dealt with their military and earned their trust the hard way: by working for it. That made him the closest thing on Constantine Station to an expert on their culture. Foreigners just didn't get that close.

The Methuselah were another matter. Falsus knew precious little about them. He hoped that, when they realized the extent to which he had extended himself on their behalf, they would at least decide not to pat him on the head with blunt instruments and tell him what a good boy he was--but he was prepared if they decided that this was what they wanted to do.

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Fury raised an eyebrow at the unusual request.

"Sure," replied a voice from behind Falsus, "where do you want to be petted."

Fury rolled his eye as Minagi Tohno strolled up to within arms length of Esmirelda.


Whew! Falsus thought. I'm glad the Sephrioth Marines aren't takin offense to that! They're the ones she asked to pet her.

"Allllll over!" said the drone. And thus it began.

Meanwhile, the Sephrioth Marines, who were still standing right there next to Falsus, continued their conversation.


the emepeor sent us to aquire the service of a bounty hunter said the brother captian damn black ten the space marine groused how fairs you falius alltough i'd rather be fighting the in the yukatain war


Then, someone else stepped in on the conversation:


"And why would you need a bounty hunter?" inquired Lord Alucard Dracula strolling up, "and why would you require any of Hunters* of Trinity Blood?"

OOC: *Basically, my version of the US Marshalls, kinda.

"Forgive me, good sir," Falsus said, placing his hands on his hips, "but I believe that the comment in question was aimed at me. At present, I'm the only non-Sephrioth with legal clearance to hunt criminals in their space." Some would have found the situtation--the tiny borg regarding the towering Methuselah with such bold posture--as hilarious. Falsus, however, failed to see the humor in the situation. He made no threats, but his posture remained defiant as his head turned back to the Sephrioth Marines.

"Before I can help you," he said, "we've got business in this station. I found two Methuselah in a stolen destroyer. They were probably kidnapped, so I brought them here." The Borg smiled a mischievous smile. For a moment, the occular implants that served as his eyes seemed to scan to Lord Dracula--though this was impossible. "I have it on good authority that the Methuselah have strong family ties. You may be able to negotiate some major concessions in exchange for their safe return."

Want to cut in on my dance, eh? Without even telling me your name? Consequences, consequences.

By now, the rumbling purrs and occasional light coos of an Exopod in Rapture could be heard throughout the docking bay.

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OOC @TB: You know, you should really be more careful than to hand-draw things like your little home and then scan 'em in as JPEGs. JPEGs get lossy, and I hate lossy JPEGs. If you're not careful, someone's going to pull out a drawing program and make that picture of yours look more like

this! (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/spaceport_constantine.png)

"Yo, Missy. I got some waste for you to be desposin' of." it said.

Rachael, looked over the counter and saw pretty much what ammounted to be what looked like a stunted adult.

"If you would just put it on the scanner here so we know how much to charge."

"Sorry, Missy. No can do!" the stunted adult, presumably a dwarf, stated. "I'll show ya." he said as he pointed out a nearby window in the port. "That's it."

She looked out the same window and saw something that she never thought she would see. "All of it?" she said.

"Yep!" the dwarf replied.

"Just a moment while I get things organised." she said as she went and started communicating back with HQ.

Rachael returned a few minutes later "TGM ships are one their way to deal with this rather unique problem you have."

"Aye, Thanks Missey. How much would such service leave in the old gold purse.". No one had used a gold purse that Rachael knew for Milennia, apparently it had still had a great cultural affect for this people.

"Well, For such a large and, well, dangerous job it will not be cheap."

"Aye, wasn't expecting it to be so. Gimme some numbers." it said.

Racheal knelt down and whispered the number into his ear.

"Oh, that all. I was starting to think you'd charge like a wounded minotaur. Here is the payment. I'll trust you'll make sure everything remains in order."

Racheal looked at the Job once more, A large ship was set in a quaranteed space well away from the station but close enough that she could clearly see it was the infamous Prison Ship El Dorado. Apparently the name was a bit of a joke but Racheal was never seemed to get it. It had been infected by an unknown contagon and now every single prison officer and prisoner had died on board. TGM now had the duty of clearing it up, they also had the ability to reclaim any metal or anthing of worth. Of course that leasened the charge impossed but still it was a vast and dangerous job and by goilly TGM where going to make money from it.

we have ten space marines who have turned to chaos we need to capture them and bring them before the empeor for judgemnt

OOC: Don't you just hate it when "Gods" pop in and start messing with everyone by altering their shape...Damn annoying. And entirely random.

IC:

"Only by true belief in those Powers can one achieve for himself true and eternal power. The marks of Chaos are upon each of our warriors, their might twists even worlds to our cause. The might of the Warp cannot be undone, not in this universe, not in this lifetime." He smirked lightly.

"Now, on to more direct business, no? I trust you are at least curious as to why we have come here."

The Methusalan penchant for family is all the more reason to justify my
way of doing this. What I'm doing guarantees their participation in this
process. I am attempting to behave legally and ethically,
Constantine Control.


Before landing the shuttle, Falsus snickered again. For the last few months, he had been doing something that few before him ever had: working legally in Sephrioth space. He had dealt with their military and earned their trust the hard way: by working for it. That made him the closest thing on Constantine Station to an expert on their culture. Foreigners just didn't get that close.

The Methuselah were another matter. Falsus knew precious little about them. He hoped that, when they realized the extent to which he had extended himself on their behalf, they would at least decide not to pat him on the head with blunt instruments and tell him what a good boy he was--but he was prepared if they decided that this was what they wanted to do.

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Whew! Falsus thought. I'm glad the Sephrioth Marines aren't takin offense to that! They're the ones she asked to pet her.

"Allllll over!" said the drone. And thus it began.

"Cute little bugger," said Tohno began the stroking, paying particular attention to the good parts.

Meanwhile, the Sephrioth Marines, who were still standing right there next to Falsus, continued their conversation.



Then, someone else stepped in on the conversation:



"Forgive me, good sir," Falsus said, placing his hands on his hips, "but I believe that the comment in question was aimed at me. At present, I'm the only non-Sephrioth with legal clearance to hunt criminals in their space." Some would have found the situtation--the tiny borg regarding the towering Methuselah with such bold posture--as hilarious. Falsus, however, failed to see the humor in the situation. He made no threats, but his posture remained defiant as his head turned back to the Sephrioth Marines.

"Then why did they insist on a Hunter being present?" replied Alucard, "Otherwise, I would be off getting stronger instead."

"Before I can help you," he said, "we've got business in this station. I found two Methuselah in a stolen destroyer. They were probably kidnapped, so I brought them here." The Borg smiled a mischievous smile. For a moment, the occular implants that served as his eyes seemed to scan to Lord Dracula--though this was impossible. "I have it on good authority that the Methuselah have strong family ties. You may be able to negotiate some major concessions in exchange for their safe return."

"Family may be important," agreed Alucard, "but the Empire comes first. That supercedes any family ties. Now, unless you intend to keep your captives imprisioned in these pattern buffers of yours, you have no experience in knowing how to contain one.

"I've hunted rogue Terrans, Augments, Espers, and Methuselah for well over several thousand years. Out of those I've hunted, few didn't have the choice of 'dead or alive'."

Want to cut in on my dance, eh? Without even telling me your name? Consequences, consequences.

Fury snorted.

"You must not have been here when his name was mentioned," he said, "That is Lord Alucard Dracula, head of the Hunters. The mere fact he's bothering to grace any of us here with his presence is an indication of how significant the matter is.

"Now, do you have any photo idea of these supposed Methuselah you've captured so we can run them through our database?"

By now, the rumbling purrs and occasional light coos of an Exopod in Rapture could be heard throughout the docking bay.

"You must be enjoying this," commented Tohno to the exopod.

OOC @TB: You know, you should really be more careful than to hand-draw things like your little home and then scan 'em in as JPEGs. JPEGs get lossy, and I hate lossy JPEGs. If you're not careful, someone's going to pull out a drawing program and make that picture of yours look more like

this! (http://www.nls.net/mp/413/spaceport_constantine.png)

OOC: Uhm, thanks, I think.

we have ten space marines who have turned to chaos we need to capture them and bring them before the empeor for judgemnt

Alucard snorted and asked, "And what condition do you want them returned in? Though, I offer no guarantee that any of them won't die resisting capture. Frankly, it would be a lot easier if you equipped the 'dead or alive' option to the bounty. Though, if you wish, I can bring only their leader back alive."

OOC: @Sephrioth & Marionetonia: Is it just me, or are you both sniffing a possible joint RP that Marionetonia's Falsus and my Alucard could hunt down Sephrioth's rogue space marines?

tooc thats what im plaining

ic prefeabley alive but dead would do the leader is to be bought in alive said brother captain flame

tooc thats what im plaining

ic prefeabley alive but dead would do the leader is to be bought in alive said brother captain flame

"That is doable," stated Alucard before turning to Falsus, "as for you, your expertise is going to be needed by me for this. You stated you know the Sephrioth culture. Well, it looks like we'll be working together."

OOC: Lol, I might even end up using those two Methuselah Falsus has in transporter suspension as cannon fodder against Seph's chaos space marines. Any objections to that idea?

ooc non here

ic thank you said brother captain flame may the emepr be praised me and my troops will join with you

"Ms. Linda," replied Dehner, "you'll have to forgive the Aquamarinians. As a hive species, they utilize a group counciousness and are a bit surprised when they have to deal with those who don't. You understand what I'm saying?

"As for the mental barrier," she continued, "well, everyone develops their own according to their experiences. Will power has more to do with the strength of the barrier than anything else in my experience. As you'll most likely have seen by now, you are quite unable to see what I'm thinking, correct?

"Honestly, I'm impressed you've been able to keep your sanity for so long without any defenses in place, young lady. Now, if you're ready, we can begin," she added as she moved a seat and sat down facing Linda.

Linda nodded and said, with an odd look: "I guess I understand ma'am...Xenos and Chaos beings weren't my first speciality. If I may say so--back home, the arts involving psychic powers usually get reserved for Sanctioned Psykers back home--those found out by the Inquistion and spared for military or civil service. Others who slip by under their radar have to learn on their own, and frankly, I never learned some of the more elaborate stuff. Y'know?"

She then said, "But anywho, enough talk. I'm ready."

ooc non here

ic thank you said brother captain flame may the emepr be praised me and my troops will join with you

"The pleasure is all mine," replied Alucard with a strange glint in his eyes, "this will allow me to hunt something new. I plan on enjoying this."

Linda nodded and said, with an odd look: "I guess I understand ma'am...Xenos and Chaos beings weren't my first speciality. If I may say so--back home, the arts involving psychic powers usually get reserved for Sanctioned Psykers back home--those found out by the Inquistion and spared for military or civil service. Others who slip by under their radar have to learn on their own, and frankly, I never learned some of the more elaborate stuff. Y'know?"

She then said, "But anywho, enough talk. I'm ready."

Dehner nodded silently and put her hands on either side of Linda's head.

"Now," she said as her eyes began to glow with a silver hue (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/Elizabeth_Dehner_After.jpg) indicating she had activated her Esper abilities, "this won't hurt a bit."

With a flash that only Linda would notice, due to it being psionic in nature, Linda would find herself standing across from silver-eyed Dehner in an empty plain next to some bricks and morter.

"Welcome to he plane of the mind," Dehner said, "I'm utilizing basic represenative imagry. As you've probably guessed, those bricks and morter are representative of the building blocks of your mental defense barrier. However, their is a trick to putting it together so it doesn't collapse at the slightest breeze.

"And, to ensure we have a serene enviroment in which to work, I'm blocking out any outside thoughts or emotions from interrupting us."

Dehner nodded silently and put her hands on either side of Linda's head.

"Now," she said as her eyes began to glow with a silver hue (http://i123.photobucket.com/albums/o293/True_Human_Empire/Character%20Pics/Elizabeth_Dehner_After.jpg) indicating she had activated her Esper abilities, "this won't hurt a bit."

With a flash that only Linda would notice, due to it being psionic in nature, Linda would find herself standing across from silver-eyed Dehner in an empty plain next to some bricks and morter.

"Welcome to he plane of the mind," Dehner said, "I'm utilizing basic represenative imagry. As you've probably guessed, those bricks and morter are representative of the building blocks of your mental defense barrier. However, their is a trick to putting it together so it doesn't collapse at the slightest breeze.

"And, to ensure we have a serene enviroment in which to work, I'm blocking out any outside thoughts or emotions from interrupting us."

Linda nodded, and understood everything. Psykers like her tended to be a lightning rod for activity such as this, and she got the message very quickly. She said only, "Bricks and mortar....gotcha."

Wandering the station, Khumar walked right into the conversation regarding the Chaos Space Marines. When he heard the word 'bounty' his ears perked up.
"Did someone mention a bounty?"

OOC: Assuming that the conversation is taking place in the open.

As that occurred, João got a message from the ship. An Inquisitor Michael Demaggio had arrived. And he wasn't too happy to be there. He nodded, and told one of the other medical staff that he had to leave--he didn't want to bother Dr. Dehner and Lassie/Linda.

---------

Inquisitor Michael Demaggio wondered why he had to be here. Emperor's balls....I oughta get that Lady Imperiatrix arrested for heresy, he thought, as he manuevered his shuttle, which held himself, a man from the Adeptus Mechanicus, and two Kasrkins as bodyguards, near the station. As he got close, he hailed the station, saying, "This is Inquisitor Michael Demaggio of the Ordo Xenos branch of the Dominion of Hailung, humble Servants of the Emperor. We would like to request permission for entrance into this facility. We are also seeking one of our citizens, a João Valdez," fumbling with the Portuguese a-with-a-tilde. "Please respond. We have orders to meet him, and contact this man as Acting Ambassador for our Dominion."

ooc yes but brother flames apace marine pskyer

he grined hell even the iqistion cant find these guys

Linda nodded, and understood everything. Psykers like her tended to be a lightning rod for activity such as this, and she got the message very quickly. She said only, "Bricks and mortar....gotcha."

"Alright," Dehner continued, "now, you'll have to start manually. Though, in time, you'll be able to bring up the wall with but a thought.

"Go ahead, start laying out the bricks on the foundation."

Ironically, the representative image to indicate the border of Linda's self was the foundation of a square building.

"As you lay each brick and allow the morter to set," she added, "picture the thoughts and emotions you sense as their representative image and put them outside your 'house'.

"I'll let you put up the barrier this time in peace. Though, after the first time, I'll weaken the barrier I have in place some to allow a trickle of outside thoughts and emotions in so you can see how you do under limited fire, so to speak. Each time, I will gradually decrease my defenses for this enviroment. Each time, you will get stronger until you will be able to block out any stray inputs you may pick up.

"In time, you'll also be able to selectively open small sections so you can scan a specific individual or group at a whim.

"Know now, though, that you will be mentally and physically exhausted when are finished here. I suggest you get three days of uninterrupted rest when your done here. I can provide you access to one of our isolation rooms for you to use for that purpose if you wish. That way, our medical staff can look after you while you recover."

ooc yes but brother flames apace marine pskyer

he grined hell even the iqistion cant find these guys

Alucard nearly doubled over in laughter.

"I either find my prey," he replied between guffaws, "or I outlast them. Humans only live for so long. A century of waiting is nothing to me."

space marines live longer then ordiary humans said brother captian flame

space marines live longer then ordiary humans said brother captian flame

"Then I'll just have to wait longer," replied Alucard with a smile that displayed his fangs, reminding the Sephrioth soldier he wasn't human either.

the space marine shrugs

"Alright," Dehner continued, "now, you'll have to start manually. Though, in time, you'll be able to bring up the wall with but a thought.

"Go ahead, start laying out the bricks on the foundation."

Ironically, the representative image to indicate the border of Linda's self was the foundation of a square building.

"As you lay each brick and allow the morter to set," she added, "picture the thoughts and emotions you sense as their representative image and put them outside your 'house'.

"I'll let you put up the barrier this time in peace. Though, after the first time, I'll weaken the barrier I have in place some to allow a trickle of outside thoughts and emotions in so you can see how you do under limited fire, so to speak. Each time, I will gradually decrease my defenses for this enviroment. Each time, you will get stronger until you will be able to block out any stray inputs you may pick up.

"In time, you'll also be able to selectively open small sections so you can scan a specific individual or group at a whim.

"Know now, though, that you will be mentally and physically exhausted when are finished here. I suggest you get three days of uninterrupted rest when your done here. I can provide you access to one of our isolation rooms for you to use for that purpose if you wish. That way, our medical staff can look after you while you recover."

Linda said, with some interest: "Sounds interesting. Lemme try this out."

She began doing as Dr. Dehner advised, laying the bricks and mortar out, and building up the foundations. She also did the psychological exercises suggested by the Doctor at the same time, and things started to change immediately--at least for her. She then finished up, saying, "Right. That was easy this time around. Now, let's see about the challenge..."

the space marine shrugs

"Hmm," gruted Alucard, "I can see you have much to learn, youth. I have the experience in hunting down the unfindable that you do not, so it would not be wise for you to annoy me to the point where I would tell you to handle it yourselves. Kapeesh?"

Linda said, with some interest: "Sounds interesting. Lemme try this out."

She began doing as Dr. Dehner advised, laying the bricks and mortar out, and building up the foundations. She also did the psychological exercises suggested by the Doctor at the same time, and things started to change immediately--at least for her. She then finished up, saying, "Right. That was easy this time around. Now, let's see about the challenge..."

"As you wish."

Dehner closed here eyes for a moment as she focused on the barrier she had set up around the mental enviroment. A few moments later, the thoughts and emotions of those in the CSP's sickbay area only began to filter in.

"I've only allowed in the strays from those in the immediate area around us. Feel free to stop for breather whenever you wish. I'll be here for quite a while, so you don't have to do this all in one sitting if you don't feel up to it."

OOC: Don't you just hate it when "Gods" pop in and start messing with everyone by altering their shape...Damn annoying. And entirely random.

IC:

"Only by true belief in those Powers can one achieve for himself true and eternal power. The marks of Chaos are upon each of our warriors, their might twists even worlds to our cause. The might of the Warp cannot be undone, not in this universe, not in this lifetime." He smirked lightly.

"Now, on to more direct business, no? I trust you are at least curious as to why we have come here."

"That we are," confirmed Archer, "even out here, word of Chronsian exploits has reached our ears. That you would deign to visit such a small nation as our is has caused some to say that it bodes ill for our independence and future."

"As you wish."

Dehner closed here eyes for a moment as she focused on the barrier she had set up around the mental enviroment. A few moments later, the thoughts and emotions of those in the CSP's sickbay area only began to filter in.

"I've only allowed in the strays from those in the immediate area around us. Feel free to stop for breather whenever you wish. I'll be here for quite a while, so you don't have to do this all in one sitting if you don't feel up to it."

Linda took the challenge in stride, blocking out the stray signals at the same time she did the brick exercise again.

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The Inquisitor, meanwhile, radioed the station again, saying, "Constantine Station, please respond. I repeat, I make a request for permission to come aboard--I had hoped it was not lost in the jumble."

The pilot, meanwhile, could sense the presence of somebody powerful aboard. While not a psyker himself, he was a devotee of the Cult of the Second Child, Hailung's resident Chaos cult. And he knew Chaos when he felt it...

Tohno gestured at a viewport and replied, "Anyplace in system is fine. Eventually, this entire star system will be filled with a complex of structures dedicated to individual tasks, stations brought in for those nations wishing for a more private embassy, et cetera. So far, all we have here now is our Hypergate and the CSP itself. Just remember to leave a reasonable safe distance between the constructs."

"how about there dear sister"said Snow pointing to a spot

"yes be a good spot for a small Blackstone Fortress"said Sky as she hit key's on her PDA

a hour later a worm hole open and closed at the spot leaving a behind the Blackstone Fortress


OOC here what it look's like
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/Blackstone-fortresses.jpg

"how about there dear sister"said Snow pointing to a spot

"yes be a good spot for a small Blackstone Fortress"said Sky as she hit key's on her PDA

a hour later a worm hole open and closed at the spot leaving a behind the Blackstone Fortress


OOC here what it look's like
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/Blackstone-fortresses.jpg

OOC: Won't be a canonical Blackstone though, they're all taken in NS. I learned that the hard way, years ago :P

OOC: Won't be a canonical Blackstone though, they're all taken in NS. I learned that the hard way, years ago :P

OOC lot it shots pies at you ;)

yeah i get you

Linda took the challenge in stride, blocking out the stray signals at the same time she did the brick exercise again.

Dehner gradually increased the range of input for the stray thoughts and emotions. Eventually, the wall would go down completely and Linda would be on her own. Of course, Dehner would stop earlier if Linda wanted to take a break.

The Inquisitor, meanwhile, radioed the station again, saying, "Constantine Station, please respond. I repeat, I make a request for permission to come aboard--I had hoped it was not lost in the jumble."

The pilot, meanwhile, could sense the presence of somebody powerful aboard. While not a psyker himself, he was a devotee of the Cult of the Second Child, Hailung's resident Chaos cult. And he knew Chaos when he felt it...

OOC: Sorry about that. Guess I missed the first time the message was sent.

IC: =/\=Welcome to the Constantine Space Port. Close to one-thousand kilometers and then cut all but manuevering thrusters. Our computers will guide you to the appropriate dock for your vessel.=/\=

"how about there dear sister"said Snow pointing to a spot

"yes be a good spot for a small Blackstone Fortress"said Sky as she hit key's on her PDA

a hour later a worm hole open and closed at the spot leaving a behind the Blackstone Fortress

=/\=You must be the Isan station to be added to the CSP complex. Please take station anywhere in the star system you choose.=/\=

OOC here what it look's like
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/Blackstone-fortresses.jpg

OOC: Now, where have I seen a station designed like that before. Seems so familiar. I'll have to do some research.

=/\=You must be the Isan station to be added to the CSP complex. Please take station anywhere in the star system you choose.=/\=
OOC: Now, where have I seen a station designed like that before. Seems so familiar. I'll have to do some research.
OOC Warhammer 40k and i add more weapon's to my one's

IC

as no one was on board the Blackstone Fortress no word was sent back to the message


"oh Ms. Tohno just so you know a transport will came later with the crew,but me and my sister are heading there now "said Sky

then Sky place a hand on her necklace,like her sister said some thing and was gone ,along with Chip and all there gear in the room at the bar

Dehner gradually increased the range of input for the stray thoughts and emotions. Eventually, the wall would go down completely and Linda would be on her own. Of course, Dehner would stop earlier if Linda wanted to take a break.

OOC: Sorry about that. Guess I missed the first time the message was sent.

IC: =/\=Welcome to the Constantine Space Port. Close to one-thousand kilometers and then cut all but manuevering thrusters. Our computers will guide you to the appropriate dock for your vessel.=/\=

Linda continued with the exercises, noticing a sense of improvement...as well as a sense of empowerment. It felt a lot better, and very fulfilling to be able to filter out those negative elements, as she rose to the challenge.

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The Inquisitor replied, "Very well. We shall do as you ask."

He motioned to the pilot, and said, "You heard the man! Close to a thousand kilometers, cut all but engines."

The pilot nodded and said, "Aye, sir."

The shuttle stopped at a thousand kilometers out, and did as instructed. The Inquisitor eagerly awaited the next step.

Linda continued with the exercises, noticing a sense of improvement...as well as a sense of empowerment. It felt a lot better, and very fulfilling to be able to filter out those negative elements, as she rose to the challenge.

"Considering your age," said Dehner, "you may find it a bit disconcerting at first when you walk around with only your own thoughts in your head. I've seen some with less will power have a nervous break-down from the silence as, with the barrier in place, one is truely alone in their own head."

The Inquisitor replied, "Very well. We shall do as you ask."

He motioned to the pilot, and said, "You heard the man! Close to a thousand kilometers, cut all but engines."

The pilot nodded and said, "Aye, sir."

The shuttle stopped at a thousand kilometers out, and did as instructed. The Inquisitor eagerly awaited the next step.

OOC: Lol, by 'all' I was referring to your main sub-light engines and any other engines you may have as its SOP for thrusters only when in space dock. Sorry if I didn't make it clear.
Oh, and you get to RP the docking. Once I, or Ri-an, gives clearance, the ball is in the other RPer's court, as they say.

a Black transport jump's in near the Blackstone Fortress
the ship move's to dock with it

"i see the Priestess's have been busy"said the Captain of the Transport ship seeing the Fortress was on line

"yes sir"said the Pilot

"Considering your age," said Dehner, "you may find it a bit disconcerting at first when you walk around with only your own thoughts in your head. I've seen some with less will power have a nervous break-down from the silence as, with the barrier in place, one is truely alone in their own head."



OOC: Lol, by 'all' I was referring to your main sub-light engines and any other engines you may have as its SOP for thrusters only when in space dock. Sorry if I didn't make it clear.
Oh, and you get to RP the docking. Once I, or Ri-an, gives clearance, the ball is in the other RPer's court, as they say.

Linda nodded, but as she was focused on the task at hand, she did not say much. She could only acknowledge that fact, and move on.

----

OOC: I know.

IC:

The Inquisitor decided to move the shuttle into dock anyway, giving the order, "Bring her into port, Mr. Connolly."

The pilot complied, using thrusters only to navigate into the dock. After attaching the clamps and finishing docking, they got aboard the station. From there, Inquisitor Demaggio said, "I will find Mr. Valdez. You take care of the ship, do whatever pilots do." He then left, encountering Valdez

The pilot meanwhile set off to find the location of the Chaos presence on the ship. He wandered to a public console, and asked to find the roster of foreign personnel who were on the station.

Meanwhile, Valdez met the good Inquisitor, who promptly said, "I'm Inquisitor Michael Demaggio. You must be João Valdez. Well, congratulations. You're an Acting Ambassador. I get to be your babysitter."

Valdez said, with dismay, "You don't have to take it that hard."

Michael simply replied, "Listen creampuff. I'm from the fucking Ordo Xenos, so if you wanna keep your nicely gifted title, you'll listen to me and listen good. Otherwise, you may find yourself on the wrong side of the law."

OOC lot it shots pies at you ;)

OOC: Yes, but it won't do what an actual Blackstone does. I can assure you of that. No Hand of Darkness or Eye of Night for one thing. Just so we have that clear :) My favorite setting has taken enough hits recently with those who're mauling it :'(

OOC: Yes, but it won't do what an actual Blackstone does. I can assure you of that. No Hand of Darkness or Eye of Night for one thing. Just so we have that clear :) My favorite setting has taken enough hits recently with those who're mauling it :'(

OOC i see that
i don't have those ancient devices , i just have Nova Cannons and MAC gun's and Defensive systems
and the Imperial's are taking some hit's too :'(

OOC i see that
i don't have those ancient devices , i just have Nova Cannons and MAC gun's and Defensive systems

OOC: Good. Why not name it something else. So that I don't have to lynch you :)

Now I just need to figure out how to find the evil pilot...

OOC: Good. Why not name it something else. So that I don't have to lynch you :)

Now I just need to figure out how to find the evil pilot...
OOC
it a cool name that's why
there is someone i wish to use those ancient devices on for killing the Imperial way

OOC
it a cool name that's why
there is someone i wish to use those ancient devices on for killing the Imperial way

OOC: Seph?

OOC: Seph?

OOC you got it

Finally, the crew that delivered Rachael to the Port, decided to come down and explore the place. Unsure of what they would find, who would find or even the fact that they had a trash slime as a passenger.

The 10 crew lead by Captain Hodgenson

"That is doable," stated Alucard before turning to Falsus, "as for you, your expertise is going to be needed by me for this. You stated you know the Sephrioth culture. Well, it looks like we'll be working together."

OOC: Lol, I might even end up using those two Methuselah Falsus has in transporter suspension as cannon fodder against Seph's chaos space marines. Any objections to that idea?


Here we go again, the Borg thought.

Falsus sighed. "There goes another three days' R 'n' R," he said. "Esmirelda, we're not going to be staying long."

"But daddy! Is such good place! Such good peo-ple! Such good hands!"

OOC: In case you haven't noticed by now, Falsus is an ornery old cuss, and he's going to be more abrasive than ever right now because he's a little intimidated. That's Falsus, it's not Jeff, who writes these things. Jeff is actually using Falsus for as much humor value, not to mention change of pace, as he can get.


"Family may be important," agreed Alucard, "but the Empire comes first. That supercedes any family ties. Now, unless you intend to keep your captives imprisioned in these pattern buffers of yours, you have no experience in knowing how to contain one.


Falsus smiled his wickedest smile. It was obvious that he enjoyed cutting the big shot in front of him down to size.

"They seem safe enough where they are," he said. "But I digress. Where do you want them?"


"I've hunted rogue Terrans, Augments, Espers, and Methuselah for well over several thousand years. Out of those I've hunted, few didn't have the choice of 'dead or alive'."


"I'd get you a medal," he said, "but then, after all the ones you must have acquired over all those years, you'd probably need more chest to pin it on."


Fury snorted.

"You must not have been here when his name was mentioned," he said, "That is Lord Alucard Dracula, head of the Hunters. The mere fact he's bothering to grace any of us here with his presence is an indication of how significant the matter is.


OOC: The italics were things that he was thinking, not things that he was saying.

IC: Read my mind. Thanks.

"Oh," the borg said, "a politician. Just what everybody needs."


"Now, do you have any photo idea of these supposed Methuselah you've captured so we can run them through our database?"


"I know! Why not just let me transport them to a holding area, and you can talk with them about it?"


"You must be enjoying this," commented Tohno to the exopod.


The exopod purred louder.

She's not the only one, thought the borg.


OOC: Uhm, thanks, I think.


OOC: You're welcome. Help yourself to the PNG. ;)



Alucard snorted and asked, "And what condition do you want them returned in? Though, I offer no guarantee that any of them won't die resisting capture. Frankly, it would be a lot easier if you equipped the 'dead or alive' option to the bounty. Though, if you wish, I can bring only their leader back alive."

OOC: @Sephrioth & Marionetonia: Is it just me, or are you both sniffing a possible joint RP that Marionetonia's Falsus and my Alucard could hunt down Sephrioth's rogue space marines?

OOC: Something tells me Chrono might want to get involved in it, too. He is, after all, the god of chaos. :) :) :)

I, on the other hand, don't know whether or not I'll have time for yet another RP. I'll have to think about that one.

IC:

"Knowing the Emperor, the more badly broken their spirit, the better," Falsus said. "But he'll want as many of them alive as possible, so that he can make examples of them."

brother captain flame said the emepeor has aothrized my tatical sqaud of 100 space marines for this crusade
too true said brother captain flame it is a sad day when we must turn our bolters on what were once loyol space marines

Brother Captain Flame said, "the emperor has authorized my tatical sqaud of 100 space marines for this crusade."

"Too true," said Brother Captain Flame, "it is a sad day when we must turn our bolters on what were once loyol space marines."

"And just where the hell are we supposed to start looking?" Falsus asked. "My apologies if I've maligned you, my dear Duke. All in fun. It seems we've got a task to accomplish. What's the chain of command, Flame? Are we taking orders from you or are you taking orders form us?" You DON'T deny a Sephrioth Emperor, and you DON'T ask what the pay is going to be, when he calls you to service. Either of those mistakes can be fatal.

A change had come over the Borg. His smile had disappeared. His hands had dropped to his side. Where he had been annoying but friendly before, now, he was all business.

"And somebody tell me where to drop those Methuselah. If that stolen destroyer was what I think it was, they may have useful information. You'll probably be better able to get it than I, Drac. I'll give you first shot."

i prepose the bad land s of the imperium of cose im in opertational comand as far as the imperiums sees it but ill just let you two doo the thinking me and my tatical sqaud come in when thiers fighting to be done by the trone we shall cleasne them

and as for the Methuselah the inqistion would like to get thier hands on them

on boad the Fortress the Twin's where sitting in large chair's in the control room
they just given a order to stand by to move the Fortress to a near by Planet
"jump"said both Twin's at the same time

a worm hole opens taking the Fortress away
a new worm hole open and closed near a beautiful planet leaving the Fortress above it

OOC what the planet look's like when you stand on it
http://deb.jessey.net/gallery/images/image/?id=21

Linda nodded, but as she was focused on the task at hand, she did not say much. She could only acknowledge that fact, and move on.

----

OOC: I know.

OOC: Ahh, alright.

IC:

The Inquisitor decided to move the shuttle into dock anyway, giving the order, "Bring her into port, Mr. Connolly."

The pilot complied, using thrusters only to navigate into the dock. After attaching the clamps and finishing docking, they got aboard the station. From there, Inquisitor Demaggio said, "I will find Mr. Valdez. You take care of the ship, do whatever pilots do." He then left, encountering Valdez

The pilot meanwhile set off to find the location of the Chaos presence on the ship. He wandered to a public console, and asked to find the roster of foreign personnel who were on the station.

Meanwhile, Valdez met the good Inquisitor, who promptly said, "I'm Inquisitor Michael Demaggio. You must be João Valdez. Well, congratulations. You're an Acting Ambassador. I get to be your babysitter."

Valdez said, with dismay, "You don't have to take it that hard."

Michael simply replied, "Listen creampuff. I'm from the fucking Ordo Xenos, so if you wanna keep your nicely gifted title, you'll listen to me and listen good. Otherwise, you may find yourself on the wrong side of the law."

"Ahem," broke in a security officer drawn by the commotion, "if you two are going to duke it out, take it to the arena. Start something out here, and I'll throw both of you in the brig. I don't care who either of you may be."

Here we go again, the Borg thought.

Falsus sighed. "There goes another three days' R 'n' R," he said. "Esmirelda, we're not going to be staying long."

"But daddy! Is such good place! Such good peo-ple! Such good hands!"

Tohno chuckled as she moved to scratch behind Esmirelda's left ear.

"I'll make sure Alucard takes along someone who'll be pleasent company," she told Esmirelda.

Alucard snorted, "I've been around far longer than you could ever realize and I'll be around long after you've turned to dust and scattered in the winds of time. I see no reason why three extra days to prepare for the hunt wouldn't be a pro for this situation."

OOC: In case you haven't noticed by now, Falsus is an ornery old cuss, and he's going to be more abrasive than ever right now because he's a little intimidated. That's Falsus, it's not Jeff, who writes these things. Jeff is actually using Falsus for as much humor value, not to mention change of pace, as he can get.

OOC: I sent you a TG on a little matter regarding Alucard.

Falsus smiled his wickedest smile. It was obvious that he enjoyed cutting the big shot in front of him down to size.

"They seem safe enough where they are," he said. "But I digress. Where do you want them?"

"Security will need to get a hold of them for questioning," said Fury, "so, they'll eventually wind up in our brig."

"I'd get you a medal," he said, "but then, after all the ones you must have acquired over all those years, you'd probably need more chest to pin it on."

"I don't hunt for recognition," snarled Alucard, "I hunt those I'm assigned not only because I enjoy it, but also because I become stronger each time."

OOC: The italics were things that he was thinking, not things that he was saying.

OOC: Oops, my bad. Sorry about that. Telepathy is one of Alucard's powers, so I'll say he read it and relayed it to Fury.

IC: Read my mind. Thanks.

"Oh," the borg said, "a politician. Just what everybody needs."

Alucard grunted with smug satisfaction. His telepathic gift had picked up Falsus's surface thought and relayed it to Fury, hence how Fury seemed to be able to read the drone's mind.

"I know! Why not just let me transport them to a holding area, and you can talk with them about it?"

Fury replied, "The brig area is blocked off by transporter inhibitors to prevent beam outs. You can send them to an empty cargo bay though."

The exopod purred louder.

She's not the only one, thought the borg.


OOC: You're welcome. Help yourself to the PNG. ;)

OOC: I'll add it to the first post when I get a chance.

OOC: Something tells me Chrono might want to get involved in it, too. He is, after all, the god of chaos. :) :) :)

I, on the other hand, don't know whether or not I'll have time for yet another RP. I'll have to think about that one.

OOC: Read and understood.

IC:

"Knowing the Emperor, the more badly broken their spirit, the better," Falsus said. "But he'll want as many of them alive as possible, so that he can make examples of them."

"I'm not even going to go there," Fury said, "just wait until you see Alucard in battle."

Alucard just crossed his arms and gave them a crooked half smile.

brother captain flame said the emepeor has aothrized my tatical sqaud of 100 space marines for this crusade
too true said brother captain flame it is a sad day when we must turn our bolters on what were once loyol space marines

"Traitors and mutineers," growled Alucard, "deserve no pity. Those are the two worst crimes anyone could commit! A quick death would be to good for people such as those."

Fury nodded his agreement.

"And just where the hell are we supposed to start looking?" Falsus asked. "My apologies if I've maligned you, my dear Duke. All in fun. It seems we've got a task to accomplish. What's the chain of command, Flame? Are we taking orders from you or are you taking orders form us?" You DON'T deny a Sephrioth Emperor, and you DON'T ask what the pay is going to be, when he calls you to service. Either of those mistakes can be fatal.

A change had come over the Borg. His smile had disappeared. His hands had dropped to his side. Where he had been annoying but friendly before, now, he was all business.

"And somebody tell me where to drop those Methuselah. If that stolen destroyer was what I think it was, they may have useful information. You'll probably be better able to get it than I, Drac. I'll give you first shot."

"That's Lord," corrected Alucard, "not Duke.

"As for chain of command, I care not who leads. All I desire is to be right in the thick of it.

"In regards to your captives, Fury can handle that matter."

"Gee," moaned Fury sarcastically, "thanks."

flame spoke up the Inquisition would want them . we of ofcourse wondering how they got one of our destroyers

a Black Battle ship jump's next to the Fortress
the ship look's like it seen Battle

#Battleship Fire to Fortress docking in 4#

#Fortress to Fire welcome back,and the priestess's are waiting for our lord at the air lock#

#thank you , an he knows#

Alucard snorted, "I've been around far longer than you could ever realize and I'll be around long after you've turned to dust and scattered in the winds of time. I see no reason why three extra days to prepare for the hunt wouldn't be a pro for this situation."


We Borg are every bit as immortal as you are, Drac. When this body dies, Prometheus will pick up my consciousness. Get with the program.

Falsus' face betrayed nothing that was going through his mind, howeve. "Thank you," he said, "but I'll only need long enough to reprovision Prometheus--about a day."


OOC: I sent you a TG on a little matter regarding Alucard.


OOC: Recieved. Thanks! :) :) :)


"Security will need to get a hold of them for questioning," said Fury, "so, they'll eventually wind up in our brig."


"Which cell, Fury? We don't have all day. This is assuming that the Sephrioth Marines don't object to keeping criminals in a brig."


"I don't hunt for recognition," snarled Alucard, "I hunt those I'm assigned not only because I enjoy it, but also because I become stronger each time."



OOC: Oops, my bad. Sorry about that. Telepathy is one of Alucard's powers, so I'll say he read it and relayed it to Fury.
[/QUOTE]

OOC: I have always RP'ed it that Falsus is anit-esper. Though he has no "psycher" powers, others can't read his mind. I suppose I can relax this somewhat, but it's the tradition with Falsus.


Alucard grunted with smug satisfaction. His telepathic gift had picked up Falsus's surface thought and relayed it to Fury, hence how Fury seemed to be able to read the drone's mind.



Fury replied, "The brig area is blocked off by transporter inhibitors to prevent beam outs. You can send them to an empty cargo bay though."


"With all due respect, Fury, I don't care if the thing has a guardian angel. You want the prisoners, all you have to do is tell me where to put them. This task doesn't seem so complicated that it needs an hour-long cluster fuck in order to get done."

Bureaucrats!


"I'm not even going to go there," Fury said, "just wait until you see Alucard in battle."

Alucard just crossed his arms and gave them a crooked half smile.


As if he's got a patent on the stuff! He's never seen me in battle!

"I quite understand," Falsus replied. He then crossed his arms and stood in an almost mocking mirror of the duke's gesture. It was no attempt at parody, however--it was deadly serious.


"Traitors and mutineers," growled Alucard, "deserve no pity. Those are the two worst crimes anyone could commit! A quick death would be to good for people such as those."

Fury nodded his agreement.


"Except for kidnappers," Falsus pointed out. "And, if what I gather about my prisoners is true, it seems that these ones may be both."


"That's Lord," corrected Alucard, "not Duke.

"As for chain of command, I care not who leads. All I desire is to be right in the thick of it.

"In regards to your captives, Fury can handle that matter."

"Gee," moaned Fury sarcastically, "thanks."

"The location, Fury," Falsus hissed, his arms still crossed. "The location."

flame said faluis the Inquisition want them do i make my self clear said the brother captian hand reaching for his bolt pistol

As I had feared, these are probably explorers waylaid by Marines gone bad. The explorers probably took out the Marines, who sabotaged their own ship when the battle turned. The Sephrioth will probably try to torture the explorers just for fun. I can't let them do that. It won't get any useful information. Even if I'm wrong about that, the Duke, being one of their own, will be better able to extract that information no matter what the situation. The Duke does not strike me as the type who would show mercy even on his own kind if they were lawbreakers. I have to get these Sephrioth Marines to back off long enough to figure out what's really happening here. Let's try a little good hunter, bad hunter.

"Crystal," the Borg replied. "All you have to do is keep the gentleman standing beside me," he indicated the Duke with a flick of his head, not bothering to uncross his arms, "from cutting you and me both down with those blades in his sleeves before you can lift your sidearm and they can have them. Strike that. I'm quick enough to parry.

"Mind you, I suspect that your good friend Mr. Fury will be more than willing to give the Inquisition access to whatever space, if any, he can find for them--if and when he gets around to telling me where that is--but, then again, who am I?"

so be it the ordo malus are on thier way

We Borg are every bit as immortal as you are, Drac. When this body dies, Prometheus will pick up my consciousness. Get with the program.

Falsus' face betrayed nothing that was going through his mind, howeve. "Thank you," he said, "but I'll only need long enough to reprovision Prometheus--about a day."

"Take as long as you need," said Tohno mid-scratch between Esmirelda's ears, "if you need supplies, weapons, ammo, or something else specific for this mission, I'm sure you'll probably find it somewhere on this station."

OOC: Recieved. Thanks! :) :) :)

OOC: When, and if, the time comes, I'll also TG you the list of his powers.

"Which cell, Fury? We don't have all day. This is assuming that the Sephrioth Marines don't object to keeping criminals in a brig."

"Like was said earlier," replied Fury, "the brig area is sealed with transport inhibitors. As was also said earlier, you can beam them to Cargo Bay Five and I'll have some of my officers meet them there."

OOC: Oops, my bad. Sorry about that. Telepathy is one of Alucard's powers, so I'll say he read it and relayed it to Fury.


OOC: I have always RP'ed it that Falsus is anit-esper. Though he has no "psycher" powers, others can't read his mind. I suppose I can relax this somewhat, but it's the tradition with Falsus.

OOC: Once again, sorry. My bad.

"With all due respect, Fury, I don't care if the thing has a guardian angel. You want the prisoners, all you have to do is tell me where to put them. This task doesn't seem so complicated that it needs an hour-long cluster fuck in order to get done."

Fury rolled his eye and retorted, "I've already said it twice and I'm not going to say it again."

Bureaucrats!

OOC: Aristocrats, technically.

As if he's got a patent on the stuff! He's never seen me in battle!

"I quite understand," Falsus replied. He then crossed his arms and stood in an almost mocking mirror of the duke's gesture. It was no attempt at parody, however--it was deadly serious.

"Except for kidnappers," Falsus pointed out. "And, if what I gather about my prisoners is true, it seems that these ones may be both."

"If they do indeed belong to one of the rogue factions," said Fury, "then the Empress will want her due."

"The location, Fury," Falsus hissed, his arms still crossed. "The location."

Fury just snorted. He wasn't going to repeat himself, again.

flame said faluis the Inquisition want them do i make my self clear said the brother captian hand reaching for his bolt pistol

"And what experience have you had with Methuselah?" inquired Alucard, "Do you truely believe that we're anything like humans besides general appearance?

"Now, stay your hand. If you wish to participate in the interrogation, then so be it. But you won't be taking first chair. Have I made myself clear?"

As I had feared, these are probably explorers waylaid by Marines gone bad. The explorers probably took out the Marines, who sabotaged their own ship when the battle turned. The Sephrioth will probably try to torture the explorers just for fun. I can't let them do that. It won't get any useful information. Even if I'm wrong about that, the Duke, being one of their own, will be better able to extract that information no matter what the situation. The Duke does not strike me as the type who would show mercy even on his own kind if they were lawbreakers. I have to get these Sephrioth Marines to back off long enough to figure out what's really happening here. Let's try a little good hunter, bad hunter.

"Crystal," the Borg replied. "All you have to do is keep the gentleman standing beside me," he indicated the Duke with a flick of his head, not bothering to uncross his arms, "from cutting you and me both down with those blades in his sleeves before you can lift your sidearm and they can have them. Strike that. I'm quick enough to parry.

OOC: Duke Of Transylvania(sp?) is the title held by Alucard's brother, Count Dracula, as current head of the family. Lol, I know an aristochracy can get a bit complicated with the title thing. Its all dependent on one's position in the family and one's position in the Empire. Earl, Duke, Duchess, Count, Lady, Lord, et cetera. Like I said, it can get complicated.

IC: Alucard snorted as his eyes narrowed. Falsus had guessed correctly that Alucard had blades in his arsenal. However, he had guessed incorrectly as to their location.

"Why would I need a blade," he said with a sly grin, "when I have these monsters?"

He opened his trenchcoat to display the massive guns he had holstered. The smaller of the two was still big enough that no mere human would be able to even pick it up.

Allowing his coat to slide back into place, he added, "Though, you aren't wrong in that I do have blades in my arsenal. Just wrong about where."

"Mind you, I suspect that your good friend Mr. Fury will be more than willing to give the Inquisition access to whatever space, if any, he can find for them--if and when he gets around to telling me where that is--but, then again, who am I?"

Fury groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration at Falsus's apparent lack of hearing him say Cargo Bay 5 earlier.

so be it the ordo malus are on thier way

"Best not try to start something," warned Fury as he moved his hand back to his pocket, "his excellency has already said you could take part, but not in the lead role."

so be it he said the ordo mallus shuttle is in inbout eta 1 day

Six Goonswarm frigates entered the system - four Kestrels (http://www.eve-online.com/itemdatabase/ships/frigates/caldari/602.asp)and two Navitas (http://www.eve-online.com/itemdatabase/ships/frigates/gallente/592.asp). They were carrying a variety of trade goods, mostly minerals and ship electronics.

Utharic, pilot of the lead Kestrel, requested docking permission for the convoy.

Six Goonswarm frigates entered the system - four Kestrels (http://www.eve-online.com/itemdatabase/ships/frigates/caldari/602.asp)and two Navitas (http://www.eve-online.com/itemdatabase/ships/frigates/gallente/592.asp). They were carrying a variety of trade goods, mostly minerals and ship electronics.

Utharic, pilot of the lead Kestrel, requested docking permission for the convoy.

Clearance was granted and the usual approach instructions were given.

OOC: Lol, I'm kinda running low on ways to word the whole response comm message, so I went uber simple with this.

OOC: Lol, I'm kinda running low on ways to word the whole response comm message, so I went uber simple with this.

OOC so true,is it ok to RP my cargo ship jumps in an dock with your port as i have run out of name's for my ship's

IC
as Wolf walk's in through the airlock he had to buck as a sword blade went past him

"what the"said Wolf seeing his ladys fighting

OOC: @Isa: Yep. Go ahead.

OOC: @Isa: Yep. Go ahead.
OOC thank you
IC

a small cargo ship jump's in and dock's with the Constantine Space Port

"this the place ma-am"ask a young Lieutenant
"yes"said the Captain as he looks at a list

an inqisitor shutle approached the starion
coms to sation orda malus inqiustor shadow to interogate the xenos

an inqisitor shutle approached the starion
coms to sation orda malus inqiustor shadow to interogate the xenos

The shuttle was given the standard greeting and docking instructions. She would be led to the dock right next to the previous Sephrioth shuttle.

There was an additional message, though:

=/\=As agreed with those of your nation already here, one of our people experienced with Methuselah will be in charge of the questioning. You and whomever you bring are welcome to bear witness.=/\=

the inqistior walked in to the docking bay accompaimed byanaigrin

"ok we got 20 ton's each of Marshmerrow,Corkbuld Root and 30 ton's each of Raw Ebony and Raw Glass"said Captain to the young Lieutenant
"sir"

Now that they had something to sell, Khumar and his fellow Goons began inquiring as to how to acquire office space on the station. They would need enough to not only set up a storefront, but an actual embassy.

Khumar approached what looked like an information center.

OOC: Ahh, alright.

"Ahem," broke in a security officer drawn by the commotion, "if you two are going to duke it out, take it to the arena. Start something out here, and I'll throw both of you in the brig. I don't care who either of you may be."

The Inquisitor turned to the Security Officer, and bowed, saying with more than a hint of forced politeness, "But of course. I don't wish to despoil your surroundings anymore than necessary. Come, Senhor Valdes--I assume you think the same?"

Valdes smiled embarassingly, and nodded, saying, "Ay, of course."

The Inquisitor then turned to the man and said, "Before you go--may I ask who is in charge of this station? My friend and I represent the Dominion of Hailung, Humble Servants of the Immortal Emperor. May I ask where we can find the appropriate diplomatic personnel?"

Meanwhile, the pilot still wandered around the station, looking for the source of that Chaos signal....

Wolf had to pull the Twins apart as he was the only one who can get near them with getting killed

"cut it out"said Wolf as he picks them up

"she stared it"said Snow
"no she started it"said Sky

"usstan xuat belbau natha dosib shu vel'uss started ol"said Wolf

"but"said Both of them
"no but's, we are only some hours away from mating and you two are doing this"said Wolf very mad at them

both give him a look

"an that will not help you this time"said Wolf as he pick's them up and carry's them away
"Admiral on need to tell you what to do"said Wolf over his shoulder

"on sir"said the man knowing all to well what need to be carryed out

Prometheus' transporter activated, and, in a moment, the buffer emptied into Cargo Bay 5. "Now, Fury," Falsus said, "my prisoners are your prisoners." He turned to the Sephrioth contingent. "I can show you the way to their current quarters if you'd like," he continued. "I believe that our Lord Alucard should know his way around."

It wasn't long before Fury was headed to the cargo bay with the entire entourage in tow. As they walked, Falsus held back Fury for a moment, waiting for the Sephrioth to pass out of hearing range.

"This is just a heads-up--the Sephrioth have a new handheld gravaton weapon. Those marines didn't have them, but you'll be seing them in the near future. This station runs on an opposed singularity turbine. Recklessly used, a gravaton gun could disrupt its balance."

"How do you know this?" Fury asked.

"Because it's based on the gravaton lense in my right hand," Falsus said. "I shared the technology with them in return for the right to work in their space." As he finished, the hatch that led to the cargo bays began to close. "I'll hold that for you," the Borg continued. He raised his arm and pointed it at the top of the hatch. Though there was no visible emission from his arm, the hatch stopped moving. The hudraulics groaned as they tried to compensate for the immovable object, but it held fast. "Please try to hurry," he said. "I'm not sure how long this will last before your turbine's mass detectors start to get unruly from the false readings they're no doubt picking up."

so be it said flame

dam the inqistions her inqusitior tidus
he snaped at falus do you know whio i am im fucking ordo malus

so be it said flame

"Dame the inqisitions, her Inquisitor, Tidus."

He snaped at Falsus, "Do you know whio I am? I'm fucking Ordo Malus."

Falsus took Tidus aside.

"Excuse me," the Borg said. "But I think I'm giving you several extraordinary opportunities here. I think those Methuselah were kidnapped by your rogue marines. If you play your cards right, you could be able to extract key information on those marines and appear a hero to the Methuselah government, for saving their," he almost said, "people," but thought better of it, "citizens from certain death. This, while the rogues kept the xenos out of your space and gave you credible deniability. You can negotiate with the Methuselah, ensuring that they will respect your borders, or, alternatively, you can avoid wasting a great deal of time and declare war directly. You know where the Methuselah live now, and you know that they were in your back yard. Without me, you wouldn't know either of those things, and you wouldn't be in a position to capitalize on that knowledge. I completely fail to understand your hostility towards me."

the inqistior walked in to the docking bay accompaimed byanaigrin

"And you would be?" inquired Fury.

The Inquisitor turned to the Security Officer, and bowed, saying with more than a hint of forced politeness, "But of course. I don't wish to despoil your surroundings anymore than necessary. Come, Senhor Valdes--I assume you think the same?"

Valdes smiled embarassingly, and nodded, saying, "Ay, of course."

The Inquisitor then turned to the man and said, "Before you go--may I ask who is in charge of this station? My friend and I represent the Dominion of Hailung, Humble Servants of the Immortal Emperor. May I ask where we can find the appropriate diplomatic personnel?"

Meanwhile, the pilot still wandered around the station, looking for the source of that Chaos signal....

"Depends on if you want a Ri-an representative or a Trinity Blood representative," he replied, "the station was a joint project between the two nations. As, if I recall correctly, both O'akas are indisposed for a time, that leaves the Trinity Blood representative. I think the Queen is still meeting with representatives from Gaian Ascendancy with her daughter and the King is around here somewhere. If you wish, I can see about getting you a meeting with him. Either way, both are the highest ranking representatives of the Empress aboard right now."

Prometheus' transporter activated, and, in a moment, the buffer emptied into Cargo Bay 5. "Now, Fury," Falsus said, "my prisoners are your prisoners." He turned to the Sephrioth contingent. "I can show you the way to their current quarters if you'd like," he continued. "I believe that our Lord Alucard should know his way around."

It wasn't long before Fury was headed to the cargo bay with the entire entourage in tow. As they walked, Falsus held back Fury for a moment, waiting for the Sephrioth to pass out of hearing range.

"This is just a heads-up--the Sephrioth have a new handheld gravaton weapon. Those marines didn't have them, but you'll be seing them in the near future. This station runs on an opposed singularity turbine. Recklessly used, a gravaton gun could disrupt its balance."

"How do you know this?" Fury asked.

"Because it's based on the gravaton lense in my right hand," Falsus said. "I shared the technology with them in return for the right to work in their space." As he finished, the hatch that led to the cargo bays began to close. "I'll hold that for you," the Borg continued. He raised his arm and pointed it at the top of the hatch. Though there was no visible emission from his arm, the hatch stopped moving. The hudraulics groaned as they tried to compensate for the immovable object, but it held fast. "Please try to hurry," he said. "I'm not sure how long this will last before your turbine's mass detectors start to get unruly from the false readings they're no doubt picking up."

"Interesting," thought Fury before he replied aloud using a tone that wouldn't carry and wouldn't be heard by the others, excluding Alucard:

"If worse comes to worst, we can always increase localized gravity around any hostiles. The gravity plating was made quite variable to accomidate species who were used to lighter or heavier gravity. Of course, that's only one of the defense features we equipped this station with. You weren't here for the attack of those unsavory undead pirates, so you haven't seen the station in lock-down mode.

"Still, I'll pass along your information to the right ears when I get a chance. Thanks for the heads-up."

Fury turned to glare at the Methuselah who Falsus had beamed into Cargo Bay 5. As promised, a security detail already had them cuffed and tranqualized while a medical team checked them out. It wasn't that they didn't trust Falsus, but they had to make sure no foreign contagion was brought on-board the station. The medical officers were also gathering genetic samples to run through the database.

so be it said flame

dam the inqistions her inqusitior tidus
he snaped at falus do you know whio i am im fucking ordo malus

"Ahem!" interrupted Tohno with a ticked off glint in her eyes, "I would appreciate it if you didn't start a brawl in my station. If you've got a beef with someone, take it to the Arena."

The tone of voice she used showed that she would tolerate no exception. A tone she had used plenty of times to make beings more powerful than her submit to her will. It was a tone that commanded respect. Probably a big reason why she landed the assignment as head of the Trinity Blood contingent aboard the CSP.

Falsus took Tidus aside.

"Excuse me," the Borg said. "But I think I'm giving you several extraordinary opportunities here. I think those Methuselah were kidnapped by your rogue marines. If you play your cards right, you could be able to extract key information on those marines and appear a hero to the Methuselah government, for saving their," he almost said, "people," but thought better of it, "citizens from certain death. This, while the rogues kept the xenos out of your space and gave you credible deniability. You can negotiate with the Methuselah, ensuring that they will respect your borders, or, alternatively, you can avoid wasting a great deal of time and declare war directly. You know where the Methuselah live now, and you know that they were in your back yard. Without me, you wouldn't know either of those things, and you wouldn't be in a position to capitalize on that knowledge. I completely fail to understand your hostility towards me."

"Trinity Blood space is vast," said Alucard who hadn't moved from his spot, "but, why raise the potential of war between us when it would be more effecient to work together against our common enemy, these rogue space marines of yours that, if Falsus is correct, have already pretty much committed an act of war against us. Would you rather we hold them responsible or your proper government?"

At their questioing looks*, he added, while pointing at his left ear, "Excellent hearing."

OOC: *I'm assuming he was using low tones that usually don't carry.

#Constantine class space port this is Fortress Dragon Fire we are going into lock down and will shot all Ship's that came near us#





on boad the space port

the Captain and the young Lieutenant step through the airlock

"now to find some one to sell to"said the Captain
"sir"said the Lieutenant

"Depends on if you want a Ri-an representative or a Trinity Blood representative," he replied, "the station was a joint project between the two nations. As, if I recall correctly, both O'akas are indisposed for a time, that leaves the Trinity Blood representative. I think the Queen is still meeting with representatives from Gaian Ascendancy with her daughter and the King is around here somewhere. If you wish, I can see about getting you a meeting with him. Either way, both are the highest ranking representatives of the Empress aboard right now."


Demaggio bowed once more, and said, respectfully, "We wish to arrange an audience with the King then. We have much to offer His Majesty."

Poking Valdes, Valdes chimed in and said, "Ah, yes. The Dominion of Hailung is eager to talk with foreign powers, and perhaps in the name of the Immortal Emperor, offer diplomatic arrangements for things such as trade, mutual defense, and even cultural exchange."
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The pilot, meanwhile, walked to one of the consoles, and asked, getting quite irritated somewhat, "Excuse me, can you please identify any foreign legations aboard this station at present?"

ooc an orgyn is an abh human tall strong and dumb thought tis ones a bone'ead

ic the inqistor grined as you wish im from the ordomalus of the most holy inqistion of the emperor so be it those chaos marines shall repent or be clansed

#Constantine class space port this is Fortress Dragon Fire we are going into lock down and will shot all Ship's that came near us#

=/\=Recommend you hold fire unless there is clear intent to target your station for approach. Reason, well this star system is going to get a bit crowded with all the ships coming and going so we will be using all available space for traffic control and routing of ships so no collisions or traffic snarl-ups occur. Understand?=/\=

Demaggio bowed once more, and said, respectfully, "We wish to arrange an audience with the King then. We have much to offer His Majesty."

Poking Valdes, Valdes chimed in and said, "Ah, yes. The Dominion of Hailung is eager to talk with foreign powers, and perhaps in the name of the Immortal Emperor, offer diplomatic arrangements for things such as trade, mutual defense, and even cultural exchange."

"Certainly," replied the officer, "I was looking for something to do. Ever since that undead pirate attack ended, things have gotten a little boring around here, if you know what I mean."

As he finished talking, he walked over to a near-by computer terminal and began working at the controls with a speed derived from plenty of practice.

A few minutes later, he said, "I've managed to get you an appointment at 1450 hours," he looked at his chronometer, "that's in around a half-hour.

"Here," he added tossing Valdes a buzzer*, "the computer will page you a little bit before so you can make it on time.

"Anything else you need me for?"

It was obvious that the officer was indeed bored. One could easily tell from the look in his eyes that sitting around on his hands with nothing to do was chipping away at his sanity.

OOC: *Picture one of those light-up vibrating things you get at a resturant while you wait to be seated. Only this one will provide directions.

The pilot, meanwhile, walked to one of the consoles, and asked, getting quite irritated somewhat, "Excuse me, can you please identify any foreign legations aboard this station at present?"

"Processing," replied the computer, "list of national embassies will be displayed on the screen in front of you. The owner nations of this station are flagged**."

OOC: Check first post for the list of embassies.
**Ie, me and Ri-an.

ooc an orgyn is an abh human tall strong and dumb thought tis ones a bone'ead

ic the inqistor grined as you wish im from the ordomalus of the most holy inqistion of the emperor so be it those chaos marines shall repent or be clansed

"Believe what you will," replied Alucard with a sigh, "I have no care or desire to discuss religious politics with you right now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go arrange for one of our Espers skilled in the art of telepathy to come down for an 'interview' with the two Falsus released into Fury's custody."

With that, he turned on his heals and strode to a console that was as far away from the group as he could get while still being in the same room. Frankly, he prefered to work along as he didn't like having to hold back or worry because others with him could be in danger.

brother flame said i want to take it to the area against the inqistor

=/\=Recommend you hold fire unless there is clear intent to target your station for approach. Reason, well this star system is going to get a bit crowded with all the ships coming and going so we will be using all available space for traffic control and routing of ships so no collisions or traffic snarl-ups occur. Understand?=/\=

#will do,oh if some one looking for our lord er he busy for two day's#

"busy mating"said the tech to the other tech next to him after sending the message
"shut the fuck up"said a Officer who over head him

brother flame said i want to take it to the area against the inqistor

Fury pulled up a map on a near-by console.

"Generally," he said as he had the computer display the quickest route to the Arena, "we disallow the use of fire-arms as we won't as little down time for the Arena as possible, so you'll either have to go hand-to-hand, use melee weapons, or use one of your own ships for the match."

"Certainly," replied the officer, "I was looking for something to do. Ever since that undead pirate attack ended, things have gotten a little boring around here, if you know what I mean."

As he finished talking, he walked over to a near-by computer terminal and began working at the controls with a speed derived from plenty of practice.

A few minutes later, he said, "I've managed to get you an appointment at 1450 hours," he looked at his chronometer, "that's in around a half-hour.

"Here," he added tossing Valdes a buzzer*, "the computer will page you a little bit before so you can make it on time.

"Anything else you need me for?"

It was obvious that the officer was indeed bored. One could easily tell from the look in his eyes that sitting around on his hands with nothing to do was chipping away at his sanity.

OOC: *Picture one of those light-up vibrating things you get at a resturant while you wait to be seated. Only this one will provide directions.

"Processing," replied the computer, "list of national embassies will be displayed on the screen in front of you. The owner nations of this station are flagged**."

OOC: Check first post for the list of embassies.
**Ie, me and Ri-an.

Valdes said, looking at the buzzer, "We require nothing else at this time. Thank you though, for the appointment."

Demaggio chimed in with his own, "Yes, thank you for the appointment. You are a credit to your superiors. Emperor's peace be upon you."

He gave the man a hearty, if informal salute, and then turned to Valdes, saying, "Now then. Wanna propose a trade pact? Something simple?"

Valdes only replied, "Sure. I would like to propose a trade pact, and perhaps see if they would be willing to join us in mutual defense against Chaos."

The Inquisitor looked at him in an odd way, and said, "I suppose that would be prudent. But who's to say they know what the Ruinous Powers are?"
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The man looked them over, saying with dismay, "Okay....what about people that are aligned with Chaos? Or have mentioned words of that kind? Or perhaps sources of psychic activity?"

chainswords he said to tidus

Valdes said, looking at the buzzer, "We require nothing else at this time. Thank you though, for the appointment."

Demaggio chimed in with his own, "Yes, thank you for the appointment. You are a credit to your superiors. Emperor's peace be upon you."

He gave the man a hearty, if informal salute, and then turned to Valdes, saying, "Now then. Wanna propose a trade pact? Something simple?"

Valdes only replied, "Sure. I would like to propose a trade pact, and perhaps see if they would be willing to join us in mutual defense against Chaos."

The Inquisitor looked at him in an odd way, and said, "I suppose that would be prudent. But who's to say they know what the Ruinous Powers are?"

The officer frowned slightly at the dismissal, but didn't make a fuss over it. He had enough sanity left to not do something as unprofessional as that.

"Very well," he said, "hopefully we'll cross paths again. As for that," he indicated the buzzer, "you needn't worry about returning it here. Someone will collect it before you enter your meeting with King Nightroad."

With a bow and his own salute in return, he departed, whistling a made-up tune as he went.

The man looked them over, saying with dismay, "Okay....what about people that are aligned with Chaos? Or have mentioned words of that kind? Or perhaps sources of psychic activity?"

"Processing," replied the computer, "according to Ri-anese records, the nation of Chronosia is aligned such. Representatives of said nation can currently be located through the personel locating service."

chainswords he said to tidus

"This ought to be an interesting match," commented Fury, "try to make it last as long as you can. The longer and better you make it, the bigger the final purse will be that you'll get your percentage from. Understand?"

The officer frowned slightly at the dismissal, but didn't make a fuss over it. He had enough sanity left to not do something as unprofessional as that.

"Very well," he said, "hopefully we'll cross paths again. As for that," he indicated the buzzer, "you needn't worry about returning it here. Someone will collect it before you enter your meeting with King Nightroad."

With a bow and his own salute in return, he departed, whistling a made-up tune as he went.



"Processing," replied the computer, "according to Ri-anese records, the nation of Chronosia is aligned such. Representatives of said nation can currently be located through the personel locating service."

Valdes turned to Inquisitor Demaggio and replied simply, "I think ye insulted him, perhaps? He did not look happy to be dismissed, sir."

Demaggio then said with dead seriousness: "I have no time for trifles. Frankly, I'd rather plan out what we're going to say to this 'King Nightroad.' That way, we best represent the Emperor's Servant, Lady Imperiatrix Funaho Murasaki, with minimal embarassment."

Valdes shrugged and said, "As you wish."

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The pilot, smiling now, greedily asked, "Okay, bring up the personnel location service, and locate any of these 'Chronosians,' posthaste!"

flame smiled ill try i may even use unarmed combat

inqistior tidus said good look and may the empeoer have mercy on you


they walked intpthe arena
flame stood stock still in his power armour as tidus charged him

Valdes turned to Inquisitor Demaggio and replied simply, "I think ye insulted him, perhaps? He did not look happy to be dismissed, sir."

Demaggio then said with dead seriousness: "I have no time for trifles. Frankly, I'd rather plan out what we're going to say to this 'King Nightroad.' That way, we best represent the Emperor's Servant, Lady Imperiatrix Funaho Murasaki, with minimal embarassment."

Valdes shrugged and said, "As you wish."

OOC: I'll let you decide when the half-hour is up. Until then, feel free to have your guys explore the station.

The pilot, smiling now, greedily asked, "Okay, bring up the personnel location service, and locate any of these 'Chronosians,' posthaste!"

"Working," replied the computer as it sent a message to the quarters occupied by the leader of the Chronosian party indicating someone wanted to meet them as a matter of curtesy, "map ready. Please ready PADD or equivilant device for upload."

the Captain and the Lieutenant are looking at a screen at a Information booth
"dam there a lot of shop's"said the Captain


Fortress Dragon Fire

"the repairing of the Battleship is unber way sir"said the Captain to the Admiral

"good"said the Admiral

OOC: I'll let you decide when the half-hour is up. Until then, feel free to have your guys explore the station.



"Working," replied the computer as it sent a message to the quarters occupied by the leader of the Chronosian party indicating someone wanted to meet them as a matter of curtesy, "map ready. Please ready PADD or equivilant device for upload."

The two decided to explore while they waited. Inquisitor Demaggio was reluctant to, but once he found a fancy hat and some nice watches for the wife, he was more receptive. Valdes, meanwhile, looked around the electronics departments, eager to find new junk and baubles to sell back home. He snagged some nice things, such as computers and firearms, before the buzzer went off, with the directions.

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The pilot flipped open a small battle computer, normally used by Kasrkins and military units and normally mounted on the wrist. He had purchased this bit of equipment with the help of his benefactors in the Cult, and he keyed in the right codes to permit upload of the map.

The two decided to explore while they waited. Inquisitor Demaggio was reluctant to, but once he found a fancy hat and some nice watches for the wife, he was more receptive. Valdes, meanwhile, looked around the electronics departments, eager to find new junk and baubles to sell back home. He snagged some nice things, such as computers and firearms, before the buzzer went off, with the directions.

OOC: Nice start, Hail. Don't forget, the CSP also caters to some of the more, shall we say, basic desires. Arms dealers, escorts, bars, the list goes on.

The pilot flipped open a small battle computer, normally used by Kasrkins and military units and normally mounted on the wrist. He had purchased this bit of equipment with the help of his benefactors in the Cult, and he keyed in the right codes to permit upload of the map.

"Working," said the computer, "Upload in progress. Time to completion is fifty seconds."

#ship to Captain#

"what is it"said the Captain who was in the middle of eating a hotdog

#the Priestess's Tigers are playing up#

the Captain look's at his watch ,then talk's in to the Radio

"it's feeding time, so feed them"said the Captain

#ok sir#

tidus was no fool he knew body blows wouldnot work due to the power armour as he got close he jamp upa nd snap kicked flame

brother captian flames threw a punce with his gligthing claw hand

Typical Sephrioth politico: exacerbating as always. This one not only wanted a pound of flesh around the heart, he wanted the heart and every drop of blood that went with it. Fortunately, Falsus had been able to redirect his lust for violence.

Falsus had watched what they had done with the Methuselah prisoners--how they had tied them down and tranquilized them. It looked as though it would have been much more difficult if they hadn't cooperated fully. He could tell from watching Alucard that he was fast and strong and trained with weapons. That the others were treated this way bespoke much about the species.

Still, with the Sephrioth talking about something in the arena, the pressure was off. Falsus decided that it was a good day to watch a good scrum--and root for whichever one wasn't--how did he put it again? Ah, yes!--fucking Ordo Mallis.

your good flame said for andog of the inqistion

the inqistors nose was broked by the marines viscious uper cut