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1314 leaned on the console, a pained look in his eyes. "Dammit..." He muttered, a tinge of anger peeking through his voice. "... I know this would keep me alive... But do I really want to subjugate myself to this...This... Hell most people call 'life' over and over again?" Fingers twitching, he looked around. Just a few large vats, all of them mirror images of himself. Floating there, eyes closed, looking far more peaceful then 1314 ever did. He slowly moved his hand towards a the console, and hesistated before typing: /Eliminate and watched as the body in front of him slowly dissolved. Trudging over to the next vat, he repeated his actions, whispering to no one but himself; "Lucky bastards get off nice and easy."

Walking up to the last console, he felt a twinge of pain in his arm. Shaking his head to rid himself of the dizzying feeling that came over him, he reached down again. Little 13! It's been a long time. How does it feel? Having me back? Fear gripped 1314, he hadn't heard the voice in years. "Get the hell out of my head!" He shouted, his voice echoing along the empty corridors, and ringing back through to his ears. Now, now little 13, don't hurt yourself, I won't be long. It's just nice to know how weak you've become over all this time. 1314 felt as if his body was no longer his, watching, no more, in horror as his hands quickly typed /Release A maniacal laugh echoed throughout his head, as 1314's vision began to fail. As the body slapped to the floor, 1314 himself began to lose strength. struggling to stay up, he looked up where the body had fallen, only to notice something.

It wasn't there. Feeling a warm breath of air blow against his side, 1314 looked over. "Hello little 13. It's nice to know I'm back, isn't it?" The direct copy of him smiled, a smile of a madman. 1314 lost his grip as laughter echoed throughout the halls and his mind. "Nighty-night little 13."

Moralite government calls for help!

In a official speech made by High Moralite senator Lucius Mocius, 1314 has once again become a problem. "All of his old patterns have been thrown away, his actions no longer have the meaning that they once did! Now his attacks are just random acts of violence, meant to destroy everything we Moralites have worked for! The old bounty on 1314 will once again be reinstated, the bounty of seven billion tiosles." 1314's recent attacks have also been noticeable for their lack of riddles. At the scene of every attack beforehand, 1314 would leave a slip of paper with a riddle on it, usually something to do with morals or philosophy. 1314 is seen by many as a national symbol, albeit not a good one by many of our fellow moralites, although I think that this is a debasement of-Continued on page 12A



OOC: For those of you who don't know, 1314 is a severely messed up clone, with an incredible mind, but one that isn't exactly sane. This, combined with his telekinetic powers, and ability to transfer his memories to another organic creature, has led to some very severe "Accidents" Feel free to join in and I'm open to answering any questions you have about 1314.

OOC: I am looking to join, I'll fluid time to a point where I can have a character I have planning on making be alive at this point, what do you want exactly out of this thread?

OOC: I am looking to join, I'll fluid time to a point where I can have a character I have planning on making be alive at this point, what do you want exactly out of this thread?

OOC: A good story.:D Could you be a little more specific in what you mean by what I want out of this thread?

OOC: What do you want to have happen? What do you want players like me to do in this thread? I see them calling for help, but what do you ultimately want. I know you don't want to cement yourself, nor give away things, but some structure is helpful to determine what I can do and want to do in this thread.

OOC: What do you want to have happen? What do you want players like me to do in this thread? I see them calling for help, but what do you ultimately want. I know you don't want to cement yourself, nor give away things, but some structure is helpful to determine what I can do and want to do in this thread.
OOC: I want you to hunt down 1314. With anything short of an entire army. :wink: In Concuxcisum plagiarius, the Moralite home system (Their only one at the moment).

ooc: sounds interesting. since my char. was in MT, i'll have to make up a new char...

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Fleurette Curtis-Pierpont (http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii158/bussus555/ADA.jpg) looked at the dossier appearing on her palm-held display pad. So, this is the infamous 1314, she mused. The stories grandfather spoke about him...I hope I can redeem the family name. She looked at a screen displaying another news bulletin about him. Hrm, she chuckled, Gramps never said he was so easy on the eyes, Fleurette said as she mingled into the city's crowd.

ps: idk how ft you want it, so i'm allowing a few generations between my original char and my new char.

OOC: You already know I'm in.

OOC: Alrighty then. I will be having my assassin contact your government tomorrow. It's sleep time for me. Please don't go too far ahead in the meantime, thank you.

ooc: sounds interesting. since my char. was in MT, i'll have to make up a new char...

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Fleurette Curtis-Pierpont (http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii158/bussus555/ADA.jpg) looked at the dossier appearing on her palm-held display pad. So, this is the infamous 1314, she mused. The stories grandfather spoke about him...I hope I can redeem the family name. She looked at a screen displaying another news bulletin about him. Hrm, she chuckled, Gramps never said he was so easy on the eyes, Fleurette said as she mingled into the city's crowd.

ps: idk how ft you want it, so i'm allowing a few generations between my original char and my new char.
OOC: Don't worry, quite some time has passed.
OOC: You already know I'm in.
OOC: Wouldn't have it any other way.:D

OOC: Alrighty then. I will be having my assassin contact your government tomorrow. It's sleep time for me. Please don't go too far ahead in the meantime, thank you.

OOC: Sleep? What is this "Sleep" you speak of? And don't worry. Erm... How far do you want us to wait up? Is it just a "Don't kill off 1314/The voice yet"? Or is it more of a "Try to refrain from blowing up a small town while I'm gone"?

Redemption was on the surface in a very short amount of time, his Merc group had picked up the message and this was abounty he was willing to take. He was ready for whatever this 1314 had to throw at him, a fully fledged Greyknight was not something to take lightly. He only needed his dual Dragoncry Pistols, if he needed anything else, his ship would just beam it down to him. He was dressed in camo pants and for a white shirt and brown vest. He had a lot of other equiptment, like his battle suit and various little tactical items to allow him to see heat signatures... but from the sound of things, he wouldn't need these things. Still, a good Merc was always prepared, and he even brought two Drones with him. Both were like all the others, very gothic, and very disturbing to moth people. "Are you two ready? You know I like to work with my children more than you." One of the Droens nodded, "We shall not fail. You made sure to train us well and we'll do whatever we can to help you." Red smiled, "Good." He had called in ahead of time, so the local governement wouldn't mind his ship appearing out of what looked like a black hole. The Dragon waited for any further instructions, and was being looked after by one of Red's servants and personal soldiers.

ooc: i'd go w/ the latter, eh?

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"C'mon, baby..." the guy sneered.

"There are so many reasons why I'm not your baby," Fleurette said coldly. When the sleaze tried to grab her shoulder, she shoved her palm into his nose, breaking it and sending blood splurting everywhere. A swift kick to the groin and another to the back of the knee ended the fight, and she walked away as the man groveled on the ground. Her phone rang, and she picked it up, noticing it was her Controller.

"That's why you're divorced," he said jovially.

"Dammit, don't you start," she sighed, knowing that Gramps would have said the same thing.

"Sure thing, mon princessa," he chuckled, "I have the care package ready at the hotel...with a little something extra."

Fleuretta followed the directions easily and checked in. The concierge handed her a suitcase, which she took up to her room. Along with a more conservative black pinstriped suit, it contained a pistol, compact SMG, ammunition, dispersal grenades and a beat-up and very worn leather jacket (http://i526.photobucket.com/albums/cc347/RukiTemaFan21/Leon%20Kennedy/ResidentEbil3.jpg).

1314 rushed down the dim, dank alleyway. A thin mist spread along the city, as it did at all times. Dammit! He was just here! 1314 frantically looked around, searching for The Voice, where he could have escaped, where he could have hidden. 1314 stopped his search. He felt something warm on his ankle, something small and metallic. Reaching down, he pulled up a small, rectangular box. 1314 knew what it was. It was a tracker. As it broadcast it's deadly signal all throughout the system, 1314 had only two words to say as the Moralite soldiers began to come in through the alleyway. "Oh Shit..."

The radio broadcast was short, but not encoded, and in civilian terms. "1314 is currently at Perspoctis Dies, the city of Ravenurbs, street number four-hundred and thirty."

Red paused as a message came in from his ship, "Sir, we just picked up a broadcast, we have a location. Transmitting to you now." Red nodded when he recieved the message and was off, both he and his Drones were moving at a comfortable speed of 60mph. This was normal for him, just another bullet to put in some guy's head.

Her phone rang just as she'd gotten dressed in her suit. She holstered the SMG and pistol before answering.

"Got 'im," her Controller reported. Currently sending directions."

"That's not far," she said, picking up a couple of dispersal grenades and a pistol-like device. "I think I'll observe," she said, opening the window. She aimed the grappling gun and fired, her feet yanked off the carpet as she disappeared into the night. It only took her a few hops to make it to a rooftop where she could observe unmolested. Fleurette took out a pair of multi-spectrum sunglasses and watched the confrontation take place.

1314 quickly drew the old rifle from his back. Few people knew why he still used it. An old wooden stock, slow rate of fire, it seemed almost like a gun from WWII. But 1314 knew why he still used it. But those who found out rarely lived to tell the tale. "Stand down 1314, we don't want to, but metal slugs don't have a 'stun' option." The soldier said, his voice filtered through his helmet, static filling every space of silence. 1314 scoffed. "I guess that means today's just not your lucky day." Quickly lifting his rifle up, he fired four times, one for each man. Little did they realize that this gun was not as weak as they thought. Until the bullets went past their shields. And through their armor. And finally out the other side of their skulls. 1314 quickly began to climb the large brick wall of the alley way, desperately scuffling up windowsills and grabbing onto every loose brick he could find to reach the top...

Magnificent...That was all Fleurette could use to describe him. Such simplicity. He hadn't even hesitated, she mused. When he took off she sighed, back to work. Aiming her grappling gun, she made it across to the next building, trailing 1314.

Red heard the shots up ahead and was quickly upon the scene. Only dead bodies, but they were very fresh. He heard the sound of someone trying get away from the area. With a slight push he launched himself onto a nearby building top to get a better view of things. "And that must be my target..." His two Drones joined him and watched, one Drone smiled, "Shall we move in?" Red shook his head, "Not yet."

1314 leaped across the rooftops, the light mist annoying him, although hardly blocking his vision. He was vaguely aware of someone watching him, but he didn't care. All he knew was that he HAD to get out of this city, before they brought in the HAWCs. As powerful as he was, 1314 knew that against a battalion or two of those massive war machines, he was royally screwed...

"Pursue the target, I will follow this other girl..." The two Drone nodded and were off in a flash. Red meanwhile simply pushed off the rooftop and began tailing the girl who in turn was tailing 1314. A fellow merc? This won't end well...

"Fleurette, you there?" Controller asked. She held her hand to a headset.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I'm in touch with the authorities, they're sending in HAWCs."

"If that happens," she said, repelling to the next building, "I'll never collect...and I'll never be able to face Gramps..."

Making a reckless decision, she abandoned the rappel gun, instead hopping from building to building, running and a good 20 kph when she hit the roofs. Her speed caught her up to 1314, and she used it to circle in front of it and cut him off.

"Wait!" she shouted. Looking over his shoulder, Fleurette drew her pistol and aimed at the figure approaching them. "Behind you!" she warned.

"Fleurette, you there?" Controller asked. She held her hand to a headset.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"I'm in touch with the authorities, they're sending in HAWCs."

"If that happens," she said, repelling to the next building, "I'll never collect...and I'll never be able to face Gramps..."

Making a reckless decision, she abandoned the rappel gun, instead hopping from building to building, running and a good 20 kph when she hit the roofs. Her speed caught her up to 1314, and she used it to circle in front of it and cut him off.

"Wait!" she shouted. Looking over his shoulder, Fleurette drew her pistol and aimed at the figure approaching them. "Behind you!" she warned.

"Dammit, I don't have time for this crap!" 1314 quickly sent a powerful telekinetic blast towards her, wiping out the roof she was on as he lept to the next rooftop. Even as he landed he could hear the thunderous roar of a HAWC battalion moving towards the city...

"Well she just got royally fucked... I suppose that makes her an enemy... a dead one." Said Red with a grin as he ignored her and continued after 1314, the Drones were ahead of him. He heard something coming though, something big. A message was put through to Red from his ship, "Sir, imbound armor support. Looks like they mean business." Red frowned, "Oh hell no. No one steals my bounty." He radioed the Drones, "Pick it up, I'm moving forward."

Dammit, Fleurette said, pushing a pylon off of her. The next level had broken her fall, and she looked down at a tear in her suit. That bastard...I warn him and this is what I get? She clicked the safety off of her pistol, checking the clip of dispersal rounds. Ok, if that's how he wants it...

She leapt up, onto the remnants of the roof and jumping onto the next one, right behind the interloper. I don't think so, she said, pouring on the speed. She took out the SMG and fired a three-second burst at his feet as she passed him.

"1314, you asshole!" she shouted.

ooc: crap, forgot to say she's wearing the jacket. do ya think he'd recognize it?

Red smiled before pulling out one of his Dragoncry pistols and promptly firing it where she'd take her next step. The explosive shell blew a hole in the rooftoip quite easily. "Do not test me..." He muttered as he pushed off the rooftop and launched himself forward. His two Drones were only a few feet behind 1314 and they were not stopping anytime soon.

Dammit, Fleurette said, pushing a pylon off of her. The next level had broken her fall, and she looked down at a tear in her suit. That bastard...I warn him and this is what I get? She clicked the safety off of her pistol, checking the clip of dispersal rounds. Ok, if that's how he wants it...

She leapt up, onto the remnants of the roof and jumping onto the next one, right behind the interloper. I don't think so, she said, pouring on the speed. She took out the SMG and fired a three-second burst at his feet as she passed him.

"1314, you asshole!" she shouted.

ooc: crap, forgot to say she's wearing the jacket. do ya think he'd recognize it?
OOC: Doubt it. 1314 isn't concerned with what his enemy is wearing, it's with what they're doing he's concerned with.

1314 payed her no mind. One might consider him insane for not paying attention to SMG fire right next to him. Although he was crazy, even a sane person wouldn't have noticed as a huge HAWC made it's appearance. And then another. And another. And another. The all too familiar whirring sound filled 1314's ears.No warning was given as the rooftop around him burst into flames, chucnks of metal and wood flying everywhere as 1314 fell inside, breaking through all three floors before hitting the hard concrete foundation...

"Gorram it!" she yelled, kicking through the hole and continuing her sprint. She tossed a dispersal grenade at him. It probably wouldn't do anything, the XM-67 had been designed against 1314 and similar 'organisms.'

"Fleurette, don't-!" her Controller's voice cut off as she dove into the flames. She tucked her body and rolled, using falling debris to cushion her fall before landing beside 1314.

"C'mon, get up!" she shouted. She lifted a grenade, "These should fool them, but I can't use it next to you..."

OOC: Alright, scrap that entire thing. You guys are going really fast. XD

The Drones were alreayd there and one of them violently threw the girl as she got close. Red on the other hand simply took to the air with yet another mighty push of his legs and came downhard on the area of interest, smashing the roof.

OOC: FUS, don't forget my Drones were/are very close to 1314.

Fleurette hit the drone with a burst of her SMG. With the other one, she landed a spin kick and sent it against the wall.

"Don't you know it's not nice to hit a lady?" she asked the man as she fired her pistol at him.

The Drone smiled as the bullets went straight through it doing borderline no damage. The other Drone very easily moved with the flow of the kick to avoid most damage and wasn't even slowed down. Red simply moved forward, bullets impacting and doing nothing to him. "You're way out of your league against me. And don't try any bullshit, you fired on me and I'm not in the mood."

"Fleurette, don't-!" her Controller's voice cut off as she dove into the flames. She tucked her body and rolled, using falling debris to cushion her fall before landing beside 1314.

"C'mon, get up!" she shouted. She lifted a grenade, "These should fool them, but I can't use it next to you..."
1314 didn't say a word, struggling up as the HAWCs began to fill the entire house with streams of burning lead. As the machinegun fire echoed through the building, the harsh sound of steeltoe boots hitting a hard surface could be heard outside the door. 1314 quickly scrambled back upstairs, carefully balancing on what was left of the roof as he made a magnificient leap to a HAWCs cockpit...

Easily opening the cockpit, 1314 threw the pilot out, watching him fall almost three stories to the ground with a sickening *crunch*. Wasting no time, 1314 set the War machine on "Full throttle". Twenty seconds later, he heard an automated voice dully echoed "Eject" as he was thrown from the cockpit onto the ground, only a few feet from his now burning HAWC...

"Bitch, wasting my TIME!!" Shouted Red as he and the Drones were instantly off and after 1314. Red then took a deep breath and exhaled, sending a collumn of flames at 1314. The Drone only watched, "Pissed off Greyknight, not good..." said one of them.

Fleurette simply ignored the other man's remark and sighed at 1314's caper. Even a seemingly superhuman man was still just...a man. She commandeered her own, throwing out the pilot in almost the same fashion 1314 had. Bringing the HAWC hovering over him she opened the cockpit.

"Was this what you were trying to do?" she asked sarcastically, "C'mon, pick your ass up and get in!" She flared the HAWC, absorbing the wall of flame that approached him. Was this guy trying to kill 1314 or capture him?

Fleurette simply ignored the other man's remark and sighed at 1314's caper. Even a seemingly superhuman man was still just...a man. She commandeered her own, throwing out the pilot in almost the same fashion 1314 had. Bringing the HAWC hovering over him she opened the cockpit.

"Was this what you were trying to do?" she asked sarcastically, "C'mon, pick your ass up and get in!" She flared the HAWC, absorbing the wall of flame that approached him. Was this guy trying to kill 1314 or capture him?

1314 began to drag himself along the ground, trying to find a place to hide. "You won't get far in that thing... *cough* The Nats don't take niicely to HAWC theft... And these were just the scouts..." 1314 opened up a small cell-phone like object and began to type. "Estimated time to arrival: One minute and thirty-three seconds" the small device sputtered. 1314 knew that wasn't enough time. Suddenly, 1314 noticed a huge rolling column of flame heading straight for him. Quickly stumbling upwards, he dived over to the side as the flames passed directly between the HAWCs legs. And then, another set of HAWCs rolled into sight. Bipedal, and ready to kill. If their looks didn't tell you that, the roaring missiles and Swivel-pitch lasers sure as hell would!

Red landed on the HAWC and stood with a frown, "You done pissing me off yet? Or do I need to go the reasons not to get in my way?" The two Drones moved around and headed for 1314.

ooc: maybe u shoulda explained what a hawc looks like...is it like a gerwalk?

Asshole, Fleurette muttered as she jinked, throwing the intruder off.

OOC: Jinked? And stop RPing what happens to my chars pls, he's trained and he's not going to be thrown off so easily.

ooc: changing the pitch or yaw, or a roll.

OOC: This is a walker fyi. At least the last I checked.

ooc: what, he has perfect balance when a mecha moves? and you don't? fleurette is trained, but she seems to get hit by everything u throw at her...

Red landed on the HAWC and stood with a frown, "You done pissing me off yet? Or do I need to go the reasons not to get in my way?" The two Drones moved around and headed for 1314.
1314 lifted his rifle up, hoping that these drones had a sense of danger. He also hoped these drones didn't realize he was out of bullets, as he swung the rifle back and forth, towards whichever drone was closer.
ooc: maybe u shoulda explained what a hawc looks like...is it like a gerwalk?

OOC: Sorry. I'm sorry for two things.

1. For not telling you.

2. For partially ripping HAWCs off of an old game that I dearly loved.:D
Anyway, scout HAWCs look like this (Ignore the specifications, they don't apply)
Here it is. (http://www.geocities.jp/s1917gnome/GNOME/dt.jpg)
And our dear friends that just came in:
He's friendly. (http://www.thecomputershow.com/computershow/graphics/jbot.gif)

OOC: For all you know, he could have mag boots. Point being, if she's getting hit, its cause you RP it. Notice, I never say I actually hit you, if I have I'm sorry, that's my bad, I say I strike at you. Then its your choice.

ooc: cool, reminds me of starseige

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Fleurette stepped the HAWC between the drones and 1314, offering him a bit of armored protection.

ooc: you said she was thrown into the wall, amongst other things.

The Drone only contintued, slightly confused and slightly humored by this. One of them stood over 1314, "And that's supposed to do what?" It said reaching down.

Fleurette hit the drone with a burst of her SMG. With the other one, she landed a spin kick and sent it against the wall.

"Don't you know it's not nice to hit a lady?" she asked the man as she fired her pistol at him.

OOC: Uh-huh, you mean the way you did right here?

ooc: fine whatever.

ooc: cool, reminds me of starseige

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Fleurette stepped the HAWC between the drones and 1314, offering him a bit of armored protection.
1314 looked upwards his ship flew down and landed. Right behind Redemption. "Dammit!" He smacked himself as he watched it slowly and carefully land behind redemption, and near the ever-moving HAWCs. 1314 stared at the drone as he tried to cursh something that it had. Come on, focus on an organ, make it explode... 1314 closed his eyes, reached out his hand, and making a crushing motion, hoping he could hit SOMETHING vital...

The Drone was very confused at this point, it had no organs and no vitals. In fact, its insides were really nothing more than Cryptic energy. Red looked over at the ship and, having nothing better to do, jumped onto it, looking for a way inside that didn't involve him tearing it open Cryptically. The Drone simply grabbed 1314 and lifted him up, "You're under arrest." The other Drone approached the first, "Nice catch."

The Drone was very confused at this point, it had no organs and no vitals. In fact, its insides were really nothing more than Cryptic energy. Red looked over at the ship and, having nothing better to do, jumped onto it, looking for a way inside that didn't involve him tearing it open Cryptically. The Drone simply grabbed 1314 and lifted him up, "You're under arrest." The other Drone approached the first, "Nice catch."

OOC: You made him TOUCH 1314? What is he, suicidal, or just plain stupid?:tongue:

1314 reacted with superhuman speed, grabbing the Drone's face, and pushing with all of his strength while pulling out his pistol with his other hand and firing at every square inch of the drone's body...

OOC: Drones don't care... for good reason, and its a little harder than that...
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The Drone itself reacted violently, as soon as 1314 moved towards it, the Drone tossed 1314 like a ragdoll for several feet. Its body had a grayish ooze leaking from it, and its gothic features depicted something that was extremely annoyed. Both Drone began to move upon the man, the first one's wounds already began to disapear.
OOC: Anywho, let's stop here for tonight, I don't feel like leaving people way behind... I especially don't want Telros on my case... lol

OOC: Drones don't care... for good reason, and its a little harder than that...
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The Drone itself reacted violently, as soon as 1314 moved towards it, the Drone tossed 1314 like a ragdoll for several feet. Its body had a grayish ooze leaking from it, and its gothic features depicted something that was extremely annoyed. Both Drone began to move upon the man, the first one's wounds already began to disapear.

1314 hit the ground on his back, not bothering to get up. hitting a few buttons on his cell-phone like device, his ship quickly picked up, and flew over to him, making several loops along the way before landing next to him. 1314 struggled upwards, leaning on his ship as the HAWCs began to fire...

ooc: after 4 pages trying to wrap it up? what a gip...and what exactly do u mean by 'gothic' features? is it a gargoyle or something?

OOC: Black.... hair, eyes, eyeshadow, teeth, lips, nails, clothing... and pale skin.
IC: Red found himself a little dizzy from the loops and plummeted to the ground, not moving for a moment. He eventually got back to his feet and shook it off, "Ah shit..." he muttered, something was nearby, and it didn't sound freindly.
OOC: And yeah, this seems like a good point, Telros did say not to leave him behind. And if one of us leaves, continuing on and on makes the story too unrealistic.

ooc: a goth-loli droid? i guess stranger things have happened in ns...

ooc: after 4 pages trying to wrap it up? what a gip...and what exactly do u mean by 'gothic' features? is it a gargoyle or something?
OOC: With these drones, when he says gothic, he means they look incredibly freaky.
OOC: Black.... hair, eyes, eyeshadow, teeth, lips, nails, clothing... and pale skin.
IC: Red found himself a little dizzy from the loops and plummeted to the ground, not moving for a moment. He eventually got back to his feet and shook it off, "Ah shit..." he muttered, something was nearby, and it didn't sound freindly.
1314 quickly opened up the hatch of the ship. Scoffing at the Greywatch men and girl as he quickly began manually typing in coordinates for his wormhole jump. less then a second later, his ship was floating in space, close to the glow of Concuxis. Relaxing, 1314 began to drift off to sleep. The Voice could wait, after sixty-four hours the body tends to get a little pissy at you for not taking a nap. 1314 closed his eyes as his ship slowly orbited the star...

Back on the planet, the HAWcs marched forward, only to find their target to be missing. one of the pilots jumped out of his cockpit and ran up to Fleurette. "M'am" He said in a voice that reflected extreme discipline, but also urgency. "Did you see a man come past here, red eyes, bandages, a gun on his back? He might have been in a HAWC?" Turning to Redemption, he said, in the same tone "Did you see him?"

Fleurette showed her credentials, "My company has a contract to apprehend him...comboy here," she nodded to Redemption, "Got in my way...If you're gonna hire people to track down your felons, you might wanna stop people that go after people other than the suspect."

OOC: When I said don't leave me behind, that means don't leave me entire pages behind thanks.

As the ship began to open the wormhole Red was sure to throw a tracker on it, one of those convinient little things to carry in one's pockets. He looked to the Moralite, "Yeah, wormhole. And I could have had him if this idiot hadn't fired on me instead of the goddamn target. Now then, I have a ship in orbit that's going to go find this son-of-a-bitch. Good day to you." He looked to the Drones, the saluted and then were gone. "Now then, I'm a merc. I was a merc around seven thousand years ago and I'm a merc now, I'm by far the most qualified so stop getting in my way before I deem you his assistant and put a hole in your head too." With that done Red vanished just like his Drones. The ship began starting scans, Red took helm as always, "As soon as we get a lock, open PSR and follow it."

OOC: When I said don't leave me behind, that means don't leave me entire pages behind thanks.

OOC: Hey, I've stopped. At least until you make an IC post.

"Pride cometh before the fall," Fleurette muttered. With that, she contacted Controller, "Get the ship ready. We got some tracking to do..."

OOC: Bump for those of you who have forgotten

OOC: Waiting for Telros

ooc: I think we can safely assume Terlos ain't joining...

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Aboard the converted freighter Halion Fleurette shrugged off the words of that mercenary. She absolutely loathed their kind; those who worked merely for money. In the cockpit, Controller was already setting up the fold coordinates.

"We'll be out of the gravity well in five minutes," he informed her as she took her seat. "Before we jump, there is a communication for you."

Fleurette had barely begun to protest before a gray and strong figure appeared in a projection in front of her. He stared back at her with her own green eyes.

"Gramps!" she said, surpised.

"It's true we are related," he said coldly, "But while on-mission, you will refer to me by rank, understood, Agent Pierpont?"

"Yes, sir, Commander," she muttered.

"You encountered the subject then?" David Curtis asked

"Yes, I did...there was a complication," Fleurette explained, "A merc."

"Blasted heathens," David muttered. She'd learned her dislike of mercs from him. "H-how was he...? 1314, I mean..."

"Well, pretty good, considering," she replied, "I mean, he blew up a rooftop I was on."

"He has a penchant for that sort of thing," David chuckled. "Report back to me once you've tracked him down." With that order, the screen dissolved.

"Prepare for fold jump," Controller told her. "Countdown commencing: 15...14...13...12..."

As Controller continued with the countdown, Fleurette couldn't understand Gramps' obsession with 1314. There were better contracts, so why did he want this guy so bad? And what about those special orders she'd been given...if the Company knew about those orders, they'd kill her and Gramps; that much she knew.

OOC: Meh, I guess so...
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"Lock obtained, sir!" Said an officer behind Red. Red smiled and lifted his hand, "Initiate now!" With that, a tear in space was formed, sending out a gravity disturbance that woulf feel to other ships like a black hole. The Dragon quickly made its way through and once it has, the rend closed itself. The Dragon would come out a kilometer away from the ship 1314 was piloting. Red grinned, "Idiot, you want to avoid space whenever possible... in case the enemy has that covered."

Luckily, the gravity well produced by the other ship was well out of the fold envelope, otherwise, the disturbance would have disrupted their coordinates and sent them God-knows-where. Motes of incandescent light sparkled across the {i]Halion's[/I] hull as electrical arcs flared across and around it. In a second, the ship disappeared in a brilliant display of light and energy.

OOC: I was but college is a little more important than NS. So, you can move on without me.

1314 quickly awoke to a blaring alarm inside the cockpit. "Danger, danger, ships entering safety zone, initiate wormhole!" 1314 let loose every swore he knew, whether in English or Latin, and moved his fingers quickly and nimbly across the keyboard. "Wormer engine down, starting conventional engines." 1314 quickly pulled along, his ship weaving in and out, seemingly without any pattern or reason. Speeding towards the star, 1314 flipped on the radiation shields, and started to pull around it, using the Star's massive gravity as a slingshot...

Red smiled as he watched the ship trying to get away from him, "Activate any long range weapons we have and target the engines. Turn us about, prepare to give chase." With that The Dragon came about, the few 'sniper turrets' it had firing off a few shots at the small craft. It was interesting that 1314 was trying such a move, going towards the nearby star. There was no reason to follow him, anything 1314 did would be absolutely pointless in the end.

Red smiled as he watched the ship trying to get away from him, "Activate any long range weapons we have and target the engines. Turn us about, prepare to give chase." With that The Dragon came about, the few 'sniper turrets' it had firing off a few shots at the small craft. It was interesting that 1314 was trying such a move, going towards the nearby star. There was no reason to follow him, anything 1314 did would be absolutely pointless in the end.
A voice blared over 1314's outdated radio. "Wake up little 13, mercenaries aren't the only problem you have today!" "You bastard! If it's the last thing I do, I'll make sure that you have a nice trip straight to hell." 1314 growled back. 1314 began to turn with the gravity of the star, sweating furiously as a shot grazed the side of his vessel...

Red was playing a game of patience, 1314's ship was going to be harder to target with that infernal star in the way. But no matter, Red also enjoyed the thrill of the chase, this was just the kind of thing he loved to relax to. Now, hopefully no one else would drop in and spoil his fun just yet...

The Halion appeared several kilometers away from the chase. Controller immediately flared up the STL drive and raced towards them. On their monitors, both could see the shot that grazed 1314's hull.

"Friend of yours?" Controller quipped.

"Dammit, that bastard is really getting to me," Fleurette muttered as she took the tactical station. "Inform Commander Curtis we've reacquired the target."

"Unable to comply," Comtroller replied, "Radiation from the star is affecting long-range communications."

"Just great," she said sarcastically. She quickly went through the weapons checklist. "What warheads do you have for the AIM-1000's?" she asked.

"Standard high-capacity explosive," Controller answered.

"Switching out with dispersal hardpoints," Fleurette informed him.

"Is there something about this mission I have not been briefed on?"

"No, not really," she lied. Once the automated systems had switched out a pair of missiles, the casemate on the hull opened. She locked one missile on the mercenary and waited for his next move.

"Come on, come on...." 1314 knew that the radio wouldn't be able to work so close to the star, unless the Voice was VERY close... Quickly looking around, he noticed a small distortion near the stars. As it got closer, it looked like it had edges, almost. Then 1314 realized something. Of course, by then his ship had already stopped the cloaking device. "Nighty-night little 13!" The Voice echoed over the radio as 1314's vessel slammed into the hull of the obviously stolen Moralite wormer and spun along in the emptiness of space, Engines off, and life-support barely working.The Moralite wormer, being unarmed, quickly ripped open a wormhole and escaped, leaving nothing more then static over the radio as 1314 violently slammed against the controls...

"Pull in closer..." Said Red as stood, watching the screen in front of him. "I want to get ahold of this guy as quickly as possible..." His ship moved forward to find the small craft that 1314 had tried so desperately to escape it. Red could already tell it was going to be a good day... His ship round the star to find the small, disabled craft just floating there. An easy catch... 1314 might have been dificult to deal with on land, but in space he had no advantage.

At this point, 1314 was merely randomly tapping buttons. Each time, only the sound of a spring pushing back came up, until suddenly: "Overdrive established. Power reactivated. Warning, engine may be damaged by overdrive." At this, a smile crept over 1314's face, but quickly turned back as 1314 rapidly punched in numbers, trying to make a successful wormhole. it didn't matter if he could be tracked through it, he only needed to get away...

"Merc ship approaching target," Controller reported. "Sensors show an energy spike from target vessel."

"All right, just gotta buy him some time," Fleurette said. She fired the missiles, which streaked towards the merc ship. Instead of impacting, the missiles veered ahead of the craft, exploding between it and 1314's ship. Two sperical orbs of sensor-jamming chaff enveloped the merc vessel. The specialized material was made to give false readings as well as killing sensors and blinding visuals by adhering to clear surfaces. Within seconds, the merc ship was covered in the fine crystals.

"C'mon," she muttered, urging 1314, "Jump already."

As soon as the other ship fired at Reds vessel, several torpedoes were fired in return as well as lasers to intercept the oncoming shops. Engines were brought to full as the 'gun collar' was brought online. It was now that Red lost all care for capture and began firing on 1314 craft.

ooc: crap, noticed my faux-pas again. sorry

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"Activating PDLs!" Fleurette said as she fired a pair of standard missiles at the merc ship, even as she loosed another spread of chaff to protect 1314.

The point-defense-lasers tracked the incoming torpedoes, firing rapid-fire bursts as they intercepted them. The explosion from one rocked the Halion, and a klaxon began blaring.

"We've lost ventral sensors," Controller said, "Adjusting course to compensate."

"C'mon..." Fleurette muttered, activating the dorsal autocannons. She zeroed the merc vessel in the firing reticle and fired.

Red smiled as the ship fired back at his own, "Activate shielding.... concentrate on the weapons ports of that ship..." An officer shook his head, "Our sensors are being screwed with, the chances of us making those kinds of shots are slim." Red looked back, open fire with the some more torpedoes." With that, The Dragon began firng more of its arsenal at the other ship, Red sighed, "If only I'd brought the ion cannon.... then this would be over and done with."

The PDLs opened up again as Fleurette thumbed through the weapon select. She selected a pair of EMP missiles, designed to deal with force shielding.

"Get us inbetween them," Fleurette told Controller.

"That is inadvisable," Controller stated. "The risk factors would exceed mission specifications by thirty-three perc-"

"Never tell me the odds, and just do it!"

"Programmed to comply," Controller said as he maneuvered the Halion into position. "Pitching angle," he said, bringing the dorsal shielding to bear.

1314 smiled as the computer came on. "Wormhole activated. Estimated time to destination: One hour." 1314 saw the wormhole rip open just a few hundred feet away. Pushing his ship to it's limit, he began towards the Wormhole, shots flying past him...

"Took you long enough!" Fleurette said as 1314 slipped through the wormhole. "Controller!!"

"Changing course to intercept," Controller responded, heading for the wormhole's event horizon.

"Take this," Fleurette muttered, loosing four chaff pods in their wake. If they worked, the merc would be blind, deaf and dumb for hours.

"Into the trap..." Said Red, "Activate PSR, make it right between 1314's ship and the other vessel, tear them apart." With that there was a bright flash as a tear in space formed, energy bolts flickered off the edges of the spacial rend. Everything close my was pulled into it, anything without the proper shields would be crushed very quickly. It wasn't called 'Pressure Space' for no reason. Several torpedoes were then fired at the incoming chaff pods. The previous EMP weapons did little against the Dragon's shields, Red had years of experience and stolen technology on his side. EMP weapons were a nuisance and little more.

ooc: wouldn't that be a really stupid thing to fire so close to a wormhole...? btw, i'm pretty sure 1314 is gone, though.

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"That right-bugger..." Fleurette muttered.

"Firing main engines, activated fold drive," Controller replied.

"Wait, we don't have any idea what'll-"

"Of the 3,123 options available, this is the one with the highest survivability."

"Great..." Fleurette sighed.

The Halion folded, created a wake of electrical disturbances behind. Without proper time to plan specific coordinates, the fold was more chaotic than normal.

OOC: Red isn't close enough to be affected by it anyway and therefore doesn't really care. And unlike your char, he's trying to kill 1314, not capture him. Also, you said he was gone, CM only said 1314 was going towards the wormhole.
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Red smiled, "That takes care of that." In front of the ship the rift began to close. "Prepare another one as soon as we get a lock on 1314. And someone get some droids onto our hull, we really wanna try cleaning up our hull. Keep all shields up, contact main base. We may want to make a quick stop at home and pick up some bigger guns..." Openings on the ship began to appear and small droids began to crawl out onto the hull of the ship, looking for and destroying anything that could screw with the sensors.

ooc: well, it's a fair assumption considering cm's last post. it doesn't take long to travel through the aperture of a wormhole (theoretically, that is). we'll have to wait to see if cm decides to escape or not, though.

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The Halion reappeared behind the merc vessel several kilomteres away. As soon as they had shaken off the shock of the unstable jump, Fleurette had loosed another pair of missiles towards the ship. Toggling the main guns, she began firing on the droids scammering along the hull.

OOC: I expect he'd of gotten away (lest this end abruptly) I was just saying...
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As the missiles impacted The Dragon's shields, Red let out a sneer. "They don't learn do they? Fire antimatter torpedoes please. Oh, and a few of those smart torpedoes, target their engines. And bring us about would you?" The tactical officer nodded to all of this and the ship slowign began turning to face the enemy, weapons firing.

OOC: For future reference, I'm using this kind of wormhole, not the instant travel one:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/af/Worm3.jpg

1314 smiled as his ship passed into the Wormhole, leaving his quarreling enemies far behind. Closing his eyes, 1314 laid back in his seat as the short journey began...

OOC: So essentially I can't track you until you exit? Okay then.

ooc: that's sorta how my fold system works...

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"Ok, our work here is done," Fleurette said, "Get us outta here."

"Calculating next fold jump," Controller said. "Plotting subspace course..."

Within moments, the Halion disappeared, a small flash of light the only notice of its departure.

"Open PSR, take us to base. I want this craft refitted." Red said with a smirk, with that another rift opened in front of him and the ship slowly went on through.

"Automated repair systems have activated," Controller said. "Regeneration of primary hull to be completed in an hour."

"Good," Fleurette said as she stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Weapons," she answered, "I got a feeling this isn't the last we've seen of him...and he's shooting to kill."

Once Red was at home base, he immediately had the craft landed. The Dragon was about 2 kilometers of cruisar, and a good thing too. The fights Red got into required the craft to be strong. He exited his craft, looking around at the black, hellish landscape. Lightning impacted with the surface of the planet like rain. He watched as systems were all checked on, shields were regenerated, and weapons were restocked. This other ship was an annoyance that he didn't feel like dealing with, it was time to bring out some of the larger weapons, no more playing around. It only took an hour and a half for everything to be brought right back up to full. Once that was done, Red boarded his craft and was off once more, waiting for 1314 to leave the wormhole. As soon as 1314 was out, Red would have him, PSR generators were at full and The Dragon was in orbit. It wouldn't be long now...

"Hey," Fleurette called up to the cockpit.

"Yes?" Controller asked as he activated communications.

"Do we have any anti-beam depth charges?"

"We should," Controller answered. "They were loaded in Bay 2, C Deck. I have yet to mount them into launchers in preference for gravometric mines."

"Change of plans then," Fleurette chuckled. "I'm keeping the mines in launchers 1 and 2, but 3 through 6 will have depth charges."

"Do you suspect something of our nefarious friend?" Controller asked.

"I wouldn't doubt that slime-sucker for a second."

ooc: the Halion (http://i248.photobucket.com/albums/gg197/_Hicks/SulaTh.jpg) btw...

1314 sighed as he put his hand down to the console once more. "Transferring nanites." In just a few minutes, the nanites had spread throughout the ship, salvaging what they could, and replicating themselves with what they couldn't. 1314 sighed as the end of the wormhole approached and the nanites slunk back into his hand and throughout his body. Exiting the wormhole over near Ferversit, he began to orbit the planet. If they come back, this time I'll be ready. This time, I'll be able to follow the Voice, with no distractions...

"We've picked up the beacon again sir, shall we procede?" Red looked back to the tactical officer, "Do we have any stealth capacity?" The tactical officer nodded, "As long as we don't fire... we have 30 minutes of stealth mode." Red smiled, "Form PSR, don't take us directly to 1314. Leave us a good distance away. Activate cloak generators." The officer nodded, "Aye sir." With that they were off again, when they exited PSR, Red had made sure they came out a few hundred thousand kilometers away and activated the cloak immediately after exitting PSR. Even if the rift was detected, the ship would be invisible.

"We've picked up the beacon again sir, shall we procede?" Red looked back to the tactical officer, "Do we have any stealth capacity?" The tactical officer nodded, "As long as we don't fire... we have 30 minutes of stealth mode." Red smiled, "Form PSR, don't take us directly to 1314. Leave us a good distance away. Activate cloak generators." The officer nodded, "Aye sir." With that they were off again, when they exited PSR, Red had made sure they came out a few hundred thousand kilometers away and activated the cloak immediately after exitting PSR. Even if the rift was detected, the ship would be invisible.

1314 continued to circle his small ship around the planet, ready to dive into the clouds at any time, waiting, hoping for them to follow. He HAD to get them off of his back, so he could continue without interruption. Suddenly, his radio picked up: "Hello little 13, miss me?"

ooc: just a quick post before i go to PT

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"Gravity well detected in our exit coordinates," Controller said worriedly. "At this approach vector-"

"Controller, you know you're a blast right?" Fleurette cut him off as she donned a flight suit. "But I gotta go solo for a bit."

"Not an atmospheric jump," bemoaned the artificially gestated man. He sighed and took the helm, "Exit in thirty seconds."

Fleurette rushed out and into a drop tube that took her to a hangar bay in the belly of the ship. Standing above a launch door was her personal craft, an SA-54 Scimitar. She went through a quick prelaunch before Controller gave her the ten second warning.

The Halion exited fold space in a flash of light, mere seconds away from the planet's gravity well. The ship immediately flared its STL engines and raced towards the planet's atmosphere. As the ship began to enter, the hatch opened, dropping the Scimitar on a roller-coaster to hell.

ooc: will post more later. gtg

ooc: just a quick post before i go to PT

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"Gravity well detected in our exit coordinates," Controller said worriedly. "At this approach vector-"

"Controller, you know you're a blast right?" Fleurette cut him off as she donned a flight suit. "But I gotta go solo for a bit."

"Not an atmospheric jump," bemoaned the artificially gestated man. He sighed and took the helm, "Exit in thirty seconds."

Fleurette rushed out and into a drop tube that took her to a hangar bay in the belly of the ship. Standing above a launch door was her personal craft, an SA-54 Scimitar. She went through a quick prelaunch before Controller gave her the ten second warning.

The Halion exited fold space in a flash of light, mere seconds away from the planet's gravity well. The ship immediately flared its STL engines and raced towards the planet's atmosphere. As the ship began to enter, the hatch opened, dropping the Scimitar on a roller-coaster to hell.

ooc: will post more later. gtg
OOC: Careful, this is Ferversit... (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13878737&postcount=3)

The Dragon began approaching the beacon, still cloaked and undetectable. It was going to play stalker until further notice. Different situations called for different tactics.

As the Scimitar skimmed the atmosphere, the Halion took up its pursuit. Controller switched on passive sensors and began a sweep of the system. A pair of probes launched out of the ship, scanning for the other vessel. The way Controller figured, the merc vessel was more of a danger than 1314.

Meanwhile, Fleurette had powered down the Scimitar, only relying on minimal power to keep it in the atmosphere. There was a part of her that felt this scheme wouldn't work, and point of fact, she felt Controller was closer to her than her ex-husband had been, but she kept her eyes on the screens instead.

As the Scimitar skimmed the atmosphere, the Halion took up its pursuit. Controller switched on passive sensors and began a sweep of the system. A pair of probes launched out of the ship, scanning for the other vessel. The way Controller figured, the merc vessel was more of a danger than 1314.

Meanwhile, Fleurette had powered down the Scimitar, only relying on minimal power to keep it in the atmosphere. There was a part of her that felt this scheme wouldn't work, and point of fact, she felt Controller was closer to her than her ex-husband had been, but she kept her eyes on the screens instead.
1314 sighed as he dove his ship down a bit closer, hiding under the thick clouds, carefully maneuvering around the ones about to collide. Bringing his ship up a little closer, he tapped the console a few times, and heard a familiar, sweet sound. "Target locked." As two railguns emerged from the sides of his ship, they aimed at the Scimitar, and let loose their deadly hailstorm of solid ammunition...

"Found him," Fleurette reported, jinking her ship from the hail of fire. Several rounds impacted, but the ablative armor of the small craft was barely affected. She turned on the axis,doing a complete 180 as she fired off a missile.

Meanwhile, Controller had brought the Halion around and began laying gravometric mines above the battle. Now, if either one wanted to escape out of the atmosphere, they'd fall prey to the mines. His eyes stayed on the monitor, waiting for the next move.

The Dragon was close to the planet but not yet in orbit. The cloaking field had about twenty minutes left, Red wanted to wait and watch for the time being. A familiar ship came up on scans, Red smiled, knowing he was prepared to kill whoever felt like getting in his way. "Keep us silent, no firing on these guys... yet. Prepare a blink scape in weapon storage bay 3." The tactical officer nodded, "What's in bay three?" Red smiled, "A few heavy weapons...."

As Controller kept his eyes on the battle below, one of the spacial probes reported in. A faint and almost undetectable gravity field outside of the planet's orbit. He immediatly activated PDLs and put countermeasures on standby, opening the casemates of the depth charges and remaining mines.

ooc: w/ my jump tech., gravity fields are very much a concern, hence sensors are very sophisticated in detecting gravatic anomalies etc.

"Found him," Fleurette reported, jinking her ship from the hail of fire. Several rounds impacted, but the ablative armor of the small craft was barely affected. She turned on the axis,doing a complete 180 as she fired off a missile.

Meanwhile, Controller had brought the Halion around and began laying gravometric mines above the battle. Now, if either one wanted to escape out of the atmosphere, they'd fall prey to the mines. His eyes stayed on the monitor, waiting for the next move.
1314 effortlessly flipped around the missile, hoping it didn't have an AI powerful enough to avoid the constantly clashing clouds around it, and made a beeline for the Halion...

ooc: just fyi, the mines are dispersed so that you'd have to travel a fair distance to escape the atmosphere. therefore, you wouldn't pop up beneath the Halion w/o the mines sensing you (by gravimetric, I mean they create gravity wells and hold u in place)

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"No, no, no," Fleurette chuckled as she hit the throttle and went after 1314. She fired off another missile. This one, however, was a *MIRV, and even if he dodged it once, he would find it difficult to maneuver out of the eight warheads it would split into.

*multiple, independently-targeted radar-guided vehicle.

ooc: just fyi, the mines are dispersed so that you'd have to travel a fair distance to escape the atmosphere. therefore, you wouldn't pop up beneath the Halion w/o the mines sensing you (by gravimetric, I mean they create gravity wells and hold u in place)

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"No, no, no," Fleurette chuckled as she hit the throttle and went after 1314. She fired off another missile. This one, however, was a *MIRV, and even if he dodged it once, he would find it difficult to maneuver out of the eight warheads it would split into.

*multiple, independently-targeted radar-guided vehicle.

1314 quickly flipped around the missile, believing it to be yet another easily confused missile. "Warning, multiple targets approaching." The computer buzzed as 1314 leaned forward to get a look at what was following him. 1314 shook his head as he began to type into his console. "Signals jammed. Signal changed. Please enter wormhole co-ordinates." 1314 leaned over the console, sweat soaking into his bandages as he entered the co-ordinates for a wormhole a few miles behind the warheads...

"Gravatic anomalies detected," the disjointed computer voice informed Fleurette.

"Drat it all," she muttered in response. She thumbed her weapon select to a zero-point missile and fired. The shockwave would kill her systems...probably, but it would definitely disable 1314s ship.

"Ready weapons, activate antimatter missiles, drop cloak, and LAUNCH!" Yelled Red. Suddenly the ship dropped cloak and several missiles were fired off at one single target, that annoying ship from before. "Prepare the special weapons we have and begin counting down for a PSR jump."

"PDLs activated," the computer informed Controller. "Depth charges on standby."

Good, thought Controller. He dipped the Halion as he began opening up with the main cannons, firing a pair of missiles at the merc ship. The Halion was rocked violently as the PDLs destroyed one of the incoming missiles, and Controller launched countermeasures to defeat the other.

OOC: When I say 'several' I mean like 15-20+
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"Activate the collar and fire, destroy anything that gets near us. Fire more missiles, now!" And with that command several lasers and railguns begans openning fire on anything and everything that had any trajectory set on The Dragon. One missile went down, the other impacted with the shields.

The blue beams of the PDLs lit up the darkness as they laid down fire on the incoming missiles. Blossoms of fire erupted around the Halion as it destroyed multiple missiles.

"EM* gun charged," the computer reported.

Controller lost no time in locking the Dragon in the firing reticle and firing.

*in this instant, an electro-magnetic gun. ie. coil gun, gauss gun etc...

Red smiled, some simple projectile thrower wasn't going to do too much. It was time to move in for the kill, "Activate PSR right next to that sonofabitch!" With that the rift was torn open only a few hundred meters away from the Halion. The gravity wave would be immense as it began 'eating' anything that was even remotely close to it. Red's tactics were certainly a little older in this respect, PSR had stopped being used as a weapon by Greywatch a few decades ago. But Red of course wasn't a Greywatcher, nor did he like to follow the crowd.

"Warning, warning," the computer droned, "Gravity well detected, warning..."

"Fire fold drive," Controller barked.

"Warning, a fold event in such proximity may be-"

"Enough!" Controller yelled uncharactaristically. He worked the controls as the fold envelope began to form around the Halion. Instead of punching space as before, the fold bubble cushioned the impact of the gravity waves as the Halion barely escaped the trap. Retrorockets flared to slow the Halion from its over-acceleration, the fold-bubble collapsing moments after its escape. Casemates opened along the Halion as a spread of fifteen MIRV missiles launched, streaking towards the Dragon.

Red smiled, something pulling out of the hellish PSR pull would always risk losing something. Usually, that thing was a lot of energy. In this case, the enemy was still kicking and screaming. More antimatter missiles were fired, intercepting seven of the incoming missiles, the other eight impacting on the shields. "Prepare plutonium warheads, please. I wanted to save my nuclear weapons for something bigger than this but... something tells me these people don't understand 'stay the fuck out of my way.'" Red was unconcerned with the outcome of this battle, the line he'd used before wasn't just a random collection of words, he was indeed somewhere around 7K years in age, even if much of that time was spent in a kind of stasis.

"Nuclear threat detected," the computer reported.

"Ready N-jammers in tubes 6 through 12," Controller replied.

"N-jammers are ready for deployment," the computer responded.

Controller fired the first three tubes, the pods streaking towards the Dragon. Before they could be destroyed, another round of countermeasures followed, as well as another spread of MIRV missiles.

ooc: n-jammers negate the reaction of neutrons with protons in a nuclear reaction. therefore, nuclear reactors, weapons etc. are rendered inoperative. and yes, i borrow heavily from the gundam universe.

OOC: I doubt most ships detect plutonium inside warheads but why not. Better explain exactly what happens since apparently they still made impact.
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The Dragon responded with yet another set of antimatter missiles, a good forty of this time. Red specifically fired at the pods, though the other missiles were somewhat of a concern as well. "Shielding status?" The tactical officer gave a thumbs up, "Holding at 87%. We should be good for a while." Red smiled, "Begin blinking a few charges around their ship. I wanna see them try to dodge. Also, set a course for the beacon would you?" The ship began to pull forward with good speed, firing off several more volleys of missiles. Red wanted to be aliitle more creative, but what would leave a much bigger dent? He grinned widely as an idea came to mind.

ooc: well, it's fairly simple to detect radiation, especially from weaponized plutonium. basically, the warhead doesn't detonate

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The missiles impacted with dull thuds against the hull, their warheads rendered inert. Controller immediately switched up a new weapons platform. The Cherry Blossom was about the strongest weapon they had, and with nuclear weapons now taken off the playing field...

"Cherry Blossom charging," the computer acknowledged. "Particle cohesion at 33% and rising."

The mouth of the Halion opened, revealing a pinkish-blue interior. PDLs still fired into the darkness, leaving glowing halos around the ship as it came to bear.

As several more antimatter missiles were fired off The Dragon now had to worry about a couple of new problems: whatever the hell that superweapon thing was, oh, and the whole plutonium missiles not working. "Sonofabitch, you do not disable Red's explosives." The charges it had blinked in before were now exploding furiously, how Red loved using any and all explosives he could get his hands on. "Target that main weapon, and loop some missiles to their engines. I do not feel like testing our shield strength today." Another volley of missiles were fired at the Halion. "Blink in more charges." Twenty more antimatter charges began to appear around the enemy ship, each one had a one second fuse before they would detonate. Railguns and guass cannons began to focus on the annoying jammers, firing off several rounds. All the while The Dragon began pushing forward towards the planet. Red looked back at tactical, "PSR?" The tacticla officer shook his head, "Still charging sir. But it's nearly full again. I wouldn't suggest relying so heavily on it in the future though." Red grunted, as long as he finished his objective it really wouldn't matter.

The Cherry Blossom fired, a solid beam coalescing along the firing chamber and leaping forth towards the Dragon. The entire area of space between the two ships was cleared, any and all munitions emolated in the beams destructive path.

ooc: basically it's a particle beam weapon (duh). i've pseudo-calculated it's output as 9.8x 10^9 joules. the firing looks like this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6sZUuMltCM), albeit, not as large.

OOC: I fugured as much, though it's not gonna help with the several, several charges that already went off around your ship. Not to mention that I've been firing on those nuke jammers for more than awhile now.
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The Dragon rocked to the side as the energy weapon made contact the shields, pushing the ship a little off kilter and sending a few systems into overload. "Shit! Status!" Shouted Red. His tactical officer looked up, "45% shielding. A few minor systems weren't prepared." Red nodded, "And how's everything else looking? Have we collected?" The officer nodded, "Recorded sir." Red smiled, knowledge was a good thing to have as well. "Pull our shield in, I hate bubble shielding at a time like this. Skin shielding is more effective. Also, blink more charges in, this time around that weapon and the engines." With a nod from the tactical officer it was made so and more charges appeared around the ship only to explode a second later.

ooc: wait, how are you 'blinking' these things in? wtc?

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The Halion exploded.

OOC: Uhh... I'm assuming you've seen Star Trek? It's like the transporter or 'beaming in' or whatever they called it except that, instead of taking 5-6 seconds and a bunch of fancy lighting affects, it just appears there. Hence why it's called 'blink.'

ooc: wait, how are you 'blinking' these things in? wtc?

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The Halion exploded.

OOC: She's dead? :(
Sorry I haven't been on in a while, major CPU trouble. Typing this on my Wii right now.:d.

1314 swore as his ship's systems went down and he began to fall towards the planet. Slamming his hand against the console, he commanded the nanites to slip into the ship and repower it. Pulling up, he swerved into the wormhole and relaxed into his seat...

ooc: technically no, but i think i'll write my char out.

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Fleurette saw the explosion of the Halion and rocketed out of the atmosphere, charging the fold drive in the Scimitar. There would only be a few seconds until the effects of the explosion would begin. Already the internal sensors were blaring warnings. The explosion had caused a loss in proper reactant flow, and the intermix had become unstable. Within a minute, the explosion would flay the atmosphere from the planet.

Maybe someday, Fleurette thought as she took one last look at 1314s ship, maybe someday I can help you...With that final thought, the Scimitar folded as the first shockwave erupted from the fractured energy furnace.

After a few minutes after the explosion, Ferversit's atmosphere remained unchanged, the thick clouds of X2 floating onwards, absorbing the shock effortlessly.

ooc: well, the release of reactants is supposed to be very bad, created subspace distortions and whatnot. although, since i'm no longer participating, i certainly can't critique your response. you two have fun, k?

The Dragon rocked violently as the disturbance happened, "The fuck?" The tactical officer looked up at Red, "That ship, something inside of it just went very unstable and the reaction is causing some kind of subspace disturbance. I don't know if our shields will hold out from this, they already took the hit from that other weapon." Red groan as his ship rocked again, "Activate PSR and get us the hell out of here." A nearby panel burst with sparks, "Sir, shields at 8% and dropping fast!" It was then that a rift opened beside the Dragon, the next hit throwing the ship violently into the escapeway. When the Dragon came out it was in a bad condition, most shield generator would have to be replaced and the ship's armor wasn't looking good either. There were tears in the hull and a few areas of vacuum within the ship. "Goddamn! Can't they just die quietly?! Pull us to the planet, open a channel and tell them we need immediate assistance." The comms officer nodded, as smoke began to erupt from his console, "Already done, sir."
Several ships began to surround the Dragon, all of them coming from the surface. The Dragon had to be towed to orbit where repairs could begin. After that it was a matter of restocking, again. Red had to admit this mission wasn't as easy as he'd hoped, most of it was fighting someone else, not 1314. "After we get this guy... I am not taking another job from these people. And if someone tries to take my kills again... they get a nuke shoved up their ass right then and there."

ooc: well, at least i went out in a blaze of glory, lol

OOC: Believe me, I wasn't going to take that from you. I'm probably going to have the Dragon in the repair shop for the next few days, ICly of course.

ooc: maybe i'll keep it possible for me to jump in...idk

ic:

The Scimitar exited fold space several hours and several hundred lightyears later. Fleurette was calm but rigid. Controller had been grown especially for her, and had been on all her missions. He'd died following her orders, engulfing in the hellish firestorm of a Reflex furnace explosion. Suddenly, a large mass blocked her screen, and she looked up to see a large, jet-black hull blocking the light from the nearby star.

Hraesvelgr was a demon of the Norse underworld who devoured the dead. The ship was named well. With primary and secondary hull shielding, energy shields, high-yield energy weapons and banks of missile and torpedo bays, it was a fearsome beast.

"Agent Pierpont," her viewscreen activated, and her grandfather's stern face stared back at her. "Report."

"Sir," she choked, "The Halion has been destroyed, along with its Controller," Fleurette said through tears in her eyes. "I'm not sure of the extent of damage the explosion caused the other ship...but there was no indication of their retreat. It must be extensive."

"Land your fighter in Bay 3 and report for a full debriefing," he replied gruffly. "Silly girl," he grumbled. The transmission cut.

"Forgive me," she told the empty screen, "I failed you..."

Red watched as his ship was being repaired. Everything that no longer worked was pulled out and replaced. This meant many of the shield generators that had been used, along with much of the hull plating, not to mention the electronics inside the ship. The core was still okay, however, as was the PSR generator. Much of the damage to the vessel wasn't from the explosion, though it certainly played its part, but rather, from the rift. Red was lucky, due to his ship possessing the PSR generator, the hull was severely damaged but the ship wasn't destroyed, any other ship would have been ripped apart in less than a few seconds. Another man walked up to Red holding hologram projector, Red straightened up and looked to the man, "Report." The man nodded, "Well you managed to blow out plenty of the shield generators, did extensive damage to the hull, disabled a good 24% of the weapons systems, and killed about 50 people. But we used the data from that superweapon shot and we're now adjusting the shields to better handle weapons such as that one." Red frowned, "Dammit. Next time someone tries to fuck with me.... what of the other project." The man sighed, "The modification? I had a feeling you'd ask sooner or later. We're still touching it up, alien tech like this is hard to reverse engineer." Red smiled, "So it's almost done?" The man shook his head, "It'll be a few more days. Then we'll have to conduct the proper tests..." Red gave a half-laugh, "Test? Fine then. We'll 'test' this thing. I already know my ship is out for a few days. Whet he modification is done, I want it fitted onto my ship. I'll be sure to run your tests and then I'll use it from that point on." The man sighed, "Depending on the test results." Red looked at him crossly, the man rolled his eyes, "Give me the evil eye all you like. Tests come first, get used to it. Sir." The man walked off and Red turned back to watching the repairs being done on the The Dragon.

1314 stood there, face to face with the voice. Perhaps 'chained there' would describe his predicament better. "So little 13, you thought you could find me first? Remember, I was inside your head for over forty years!" 1314 merely stared at The Voice, his eyes filled with hatred. "What's the matter little 13? Scared?" Laughing, The Voice drew closer to 1314, his rancid breath burning into 1314's face. "Now you will feel pain, one that I had to suffer through while in that empty hole inside of your skull! Except this one will be much, much worse." The Voice unravelled the bandages around his face, showing the razor sharp teeth, twisted into an unwholesome grin. "Don't worry little 13, I know how much blood you can lose before dying."

Bump for those who have forgotten.

OOC: Haven't forgotten, it's just Red's ship is being repaired so I can't jump in the way I normally do. Unless you want a time skip or something.

OOC: Haven't forgotten, it's just Red's ship is being repaired so I can't jump in the way I normally do. Unless you want a time skip or something.

OOC: I live off time skips!

OOC: Bump for those who have forgotten.

Standing in the center of his Ready Room, David Curtis, now Director of Fugitive Affairs, watched the playback from the Halion's and Scimitars recording devices. The video and audio was distorted on the records from the Halion; it had sent a high-speed transmission burst before its destruction, and much of the data had been corrupted. But it did show the mines of the other ship, and the way they were deployed. The door chimed and David permitted entry.

"Director," Fleurette said hesitantly, "The Hraesvelgr is ready to be underway."

"Did you see these weapons personally?" he asked without responding to her statement. He nodded to the hovering projec-beam image next to him.

"Yes, sir," she answered, "However, I couldn't avoid them."

"Maybe you couldn't with that rusted hulk of a ship," David muttered, "But the Hraesvelgr has an ace up its sleeve. Inform the captain to head for our target coordinates. And have him place the ship on battle alert."

"Yes, sir," Fleurette said, doing an about-face and departing.

David turned back to his screens, recalling one that he'd mulled on over the years. It was the mugshot of 1314. Reaching under his jacket, he unholstered the P239 he'd had for so long. Well old friend, he said silently to the picture, I suppose our paths cross once again.

1314 gasped slowly. He wasn't far from death, but just far enough away to keep him concious. Leaning forward, he whispered to the Voice: "If... I EVER... Get out of here....You... WILL...Pay..." The Voice gave a harsh, cruel laugh. "Then little 13, I must make sure you never get out of here."

--Hours later--

1314 dropped to the ground. "Fine then little 13, we'll have it your way." The Voice sneered. "I'll watch you die in a hopeless attempt to defeat your superior." 1314 coughed out blood, splattering all over the hard rock floor beneath him. Struggling upwards, 1314 found himself back on the ground again. "Give up little 13. You can't beat me, I know you're every move and thought." 1314 stood up again, without a word. Blood covered every possible space on his body, whether covered or no. 1314 pulled The Voice's head between his hands as The Voice made his way towards him. Twisting his neck around, he whispered into the Voice's ear: "You might know me, but you have never known desperation, fear, humanity. Guess which two you'll be experiencing?" Hearing a sharp snap and a gurgling sound, 1314 dropped The Voice's body to the ground. Sitting down 1314 saw his eyes start to fade to black. But before he did, he saw the limp body in front of him stand up. In his mind, a voice rang throughout his weary body... "This isn't over little 13...

"Are we ready?" Said Red, looking over the ship, an officer shook his head, "No, not yet. Be patient, we'll get it done." The ship was much different than before, the modification was a huge add-on that increased The Dragon's size considerably, as well as its battle capacities. Red knew this was going to be a fun little toy to try out, but he also knew he wasn't going to get the chance until the tests were complete. It would only be a little while longer.

"Nanite nymbers returned to normal. Body functions at 60%." A cold, hard voice rang out. 1314 glanced around him, reflecting on what had just happened. Floating out into the emptiness of space, 1314 did not set a course, but instead let both his ship and his mind wander...

bump for those who have forgotten

OOC: Gonna justy go on and say...

Red's newly modified ship dropped out of PSR where-ever the beacon he'd attatched to 13's ship was leading him.

OOC: I dunno if he's in space or what but this is really all I can come up with right now.

OOC: Gonna justy go on and say...

Red's newly modified ship dropped out of PSR where-ever the beacon he'd attatched to 13's ship was leading him.

OOC: I dunno if he's in space or what but this is really all I can come up with right now.

OOC: he's in space. Feeling sick, or just in a creative slump?

OOC: Just woke up from a nap about an hour ago and I'm still feeling a little groggy.
IC:

The Dragon dropped out of PSR. It had taken a good week but the ship was fully repaired, and modified. Weapons systems were much stronger than they had been before and the shielding was better than ever. Even the armor and hull had been reinforced. Anyone who had see the original Dragon would realize the difference. Energy bolts jumped from small spires that dotted the armor. Underneath it was a duel ion cannon, for the special situations. Red was smiled widely, he loved this new little toy of his. For him, it was the closest thing to getting a Greywatch Worldslayer, what a dream that would be. The tactical officer looked up form his console, "I'm picking up the beacon just ahead, sir." Red smiled, "Fire on the engines first then target any and all weapons system." The ship bolted forward and it was made so. Without warning, the ship unleashed its weapons on the craft. Guass cannons, railguns, laser turrets, and plasma turrets firing full force.

OOC: Just woke up from a nap about an hour ago and I'm still feeling a little groggy.

OOC: Ah.

OOC: Just edited my last post. ^^

OOC: Just woke up from a nap about an hour ago and I'm still feeling a little groggy.
IC:

The Dragon dropped out of PSR. It had taken a good week but the ship was fully repaired, and modified. Weapons systems were much stronger than they had been before and the shielding was better than ever. Even the armor and hull had been reinforced. Anyone who had see the original Dragon would realize the difference. Energy bolts jumped from small spires that dotted the armor. Underneath it was a duel ion cannon, for the special situations. Red was smiled widely, he loved this new little toy of his. For him, it was the closest thing to getting a Greywatch Worldslayer, what a dream that would be. The tactical officer looked up form his console, "I'm picking up the beacon just ahead, sir." Red smiled, "Fire on the engines first then target any and all weapons system." The ship bolted forward and it was made so. Without warning, the ship unleashed its weapons on the craft. Guass cannons, railguns, laser turrets, and plasma turrets firing full force.
1314 maneuvered around, shots passing around, and even into his ship. "Sheilds at 13%. Hull integrity critical. Eject." 1314 pushed his ship towards Noctisdivu, knowing full well that if ejected into space, even HE couldn't survive. As he spiraled towards the defenseless planet, his shields continued to drop as he entered the atmosphere...

"Give pursuit and continue firing." The Dragon moved forward, it didn't matter it 1314 could weeve, this was a warship. Sooner or later, it would catch up and then this would be over. However, Red found it a little interesting that 1314 would be flying towards a planet, all the more limitations for him... the Dragon plunged into the atmosphere, its shield lighting up a bright white, weapons still firing.

"Give pursuit and continue firing." The Dragon moved forward, it didn't matter it 1314 could weeve, this was a warship. Sooner or later, it would catch up and then this would be over. However, Red found it a little interesting that 1314 would be flying towards a planet, all the more limitations for him... the Dragon plunged into the atmosphere, its shield lighting up a bright white, weapons still firing.

"Altitude at two-thousand feet. Shields at zero, hull quickly disintegrating. Auto-eject starting." 1314 braced himself as he was thrown into the light atmosphere of Noctisdivu, plummeting down to the ground in nothing more then a thin metal capsule.

1314 was quite lucky, a ship the size of the Dragon had to begin pulling up long before 2000 feet to avoid going straight into the ground. With a loud, booming roar the ship leveled out and slowly began coming to a stop. Now that 1314's ship was disitigrating, the tracker was also breaking up. After the Dragon slowed down it began making a sweep to find the crashed ship and possibly the capsule, several droids began filtering out of the ship to the surface to provide more infomation.

1314 was quite lucky, a ship the size of the Dragon had to begin pulling up long before 2000 feet to avoid going straight into the ground. With a loud, booming roar the ship leveled out and slowly began coming to a stop. Now that 1314's ship was disitigrating, the tracker was also breaking up. After the Dragon slowed down it began making a sweep to find the crashed ship and possibly the capsule, several droids began filtering out of the ship to the surface to provide more infomation.

1314 felt the small capsule slam into the ground, spreading the thin sheet metal like a grenade, slicing into his skin. Crawling out, 1314 stopped for a minute to allow his eyes to adjust to the eternal darkness of Noctisdivu. Crawling out, 1314 hugged the ground as close as he could as the droids hum became apparent to him...

The droids in this case would become obvious by the lights they used to seach the area as well as the external lights on their armor. Scans were also being used, especially those that related to heat, this world was in eternal darkness and scanning heat signatures was the way to go. Red smiled, knowing this was a World of darkness he knew 1314 had made a grave error. He left the bridge to his officers as he went to go find more of his children. Within thirty minutes, ten of these 'children' were ready to go hunting in the darkness.

The droids in this case would become obvious by the lights they used to seach the area as well as the external lights on their armor. Scans were also being used, especially those that related to heat, this world was in eternal darkness and scanning heat signatures was the way to go. Red smiled, knowing this was a World of darkness he knew 1314 had made a grave error. He left the bridge to his officers as he went to go find more of his children. Within thirty minutes, ten of these 'children' were ready to go hunting in the darkness.
1314 had already guessed that the droids would be looking for more then just light, and had lit up a cigarette. As the hums became louder, 1314 put it out. One can only hope that this keeps my body temperature down for just long enough...

"Hunters.... are you ready?" Red asked to the figures standing in front of him, each of them dressed in a dark green armor. Re dlihgt glowed dimly around the neck, shoulders, hands, and feet. They each carried large assault rifles and not much more. Their eyes were masked by black viosrs. Each one said nothing but they all nodded in unison. "Go." He said, and like that they all boarded a transport which made its way to the surface. The transport didn't land, but instead simply flew low over the trees allowing the hunters to jump off at points they saw fit. Two droids would pass over 1314 but give no indication that they'd noticed him, instead moving on. Any and all hunters on the ground got to their work right away. The lights on their armor turned off immediately and they began making their way silently accross the landscape.

"Hunters.... are you ready?" Red asked to the figures standing in front of him, each of them dressed in a dark green armor. Re dlihgt glowed dimly around the neck, shoulders, hands, and feet. They each carried large assault rifles and not much more. Their eyes were masked by black viosrs. Each one said nothing but they all nodded in unison. "Go." He said, and like that they all boarded a transport which made its way to the surface. The transport didn't land, but instead simply flew low over the trees allowing the hunters to jump off at points they saw fit. Two droids would pass over 1314 but give no indication that they'd noticed him, instead moving on. Any and all hunters on the ground got to their work right away. The lights on their armor turned off immediately and they began making their way silently accross the landscape.

OOC: Can't make any more posts tonight, a bit tired tonight.

1314 continued hugging the ground, slinking around, avoiding all and any lights. Suddenly, he felt something clamp onto his ankle. Pulling out his pistol, he shot whatever it was, fearing it was poisonous. Then he remembered. He was on Noctisdivu. There wasn't anything here, but Spitdrarugan. Which means, all he did was give away his position for no real reason. Getting up and dashing in no exact direction, he felt the cold of Noctisdivu stinging against his spit-soaked leg ...

The Droids were immediately at the location the shot was fired from. Light began filling the area, the hunters all began to converge. Lights would begin getting more intense and heat scans would become more precise. Hunters moved through the landscape effortlessly, they had a special weapon for tracking their pray, a gift from the Leanorians. The Droid began sending messages to the Dragon to tell Red of the situation. Red smiled, "Now then, turn off external lights and bring the power down. I want only our shields, weapons, AG controls, and engines on. Hall lights... kill 'em, for the most part. I don't want the possible populance of this place knowing we're here. Keep the cloak device charged in case we need it." Like that, the Dragon vanished from sight.

OOC: Okay, we'll continue this later.

The Droids were immediately at the location the shot was fired from. Light began filling the area, the hunters all began to converge. Lights would begin getting more intense and heat scans would become more precise. Hunters moved through the landscape effortlessly, they had a special weapon for tracking their pray, a gift from the Leanorians. The Droid began sending messages to the Dragon to tell Red of the situation. Red smiled, "Now then, turn off external lights and bring the power down. I want only our shields, weapons, AG controls, and engines on. Hall lights... kill 'em, for the most part. I don't want the possible populance of this place knowing we're here. Keep the cloak device charged in case we need it." Like that, the Dragon vanished from sight.

OOC: Okay, we'll continue this later.

1314 continued running, the cold, thin air piercing like cold steel against his leg. No longer trying to conceal himself, he merely ran, without knowing where he was going or what he was going to do...

"This is an official Moralite message, if we are not mistaken, you are one of the bounty hunters searching for 1314. If this is true, we must send a representative Moralite squad, to inform you what collateral damage is acceptable, as Noctisdivu is heavily populated."

<Is acceptable? Works for us. Just means we can go all out. My hunters should already be close.>

That was the only message felt like sending back, short and sweet.

Back on the ground the hunters began raising their weapons and occassionally firing a few shots into the darkness. They knew the general direction 1314 was going in, in a few moments they'd be able to see him, then it'd all be over.

<Is acceptable? Works for us. Just means we can go all out. My hunters should already be close.>

That was the only message felt like sending back, short and sweet.

Back on the ground the hunters began raising their weapons and occassionally firing a few shots into the darkness. They knew the general direction 1314 was going in, in a few moments they'd be able to see him, then it'd all be over.

1314, in his haste, felt a rock smash against his already cut-up foot. Falling to the ground, 1314 twisted around his took out his rifle. Unable to feel his leg, he began to prop himself up against a slope to prepare himself for the hunters coming up upon him...

The droids above took a few moments but were soon concentrating their lights on 1314. The hunters burst from the trees, guns blazing at the figure. They needed no real thought, they knew what they were there to do.

OOC: Just a reminder/heads up. These things are Cryptic in nature so nothing psychic can be used directly against them. This means things like playing with their minds and throwing them will not work..

The droids above took a few moments but were soon concentrating their lights on 1314. The hunters burst from the trees, guns blazing at the figure. They needed no real thought, they knew what they were there to do.

OOC: Just a reminder/heads up. These things are Cryptic in nature so nothing psychic can be used directly against them. This means things like playing with their minds and throwing them will not work..

OOC: Ugh. I remember.

1314 opened fire upon his attackers, each shot slow, but powerful. Dragging himself higher onto the slope, 1314 began to think about his life, and how it just might be ending soon, when he heard a VERY familiar voice. "Don't worry 1314, I want to kill you PERSONALLY, with no interference."" A dark voice echoed as several grenades flew out towards the Hunters, and a frothing, snarling shell of a man flew out into the open, firing, scratching biting, and using telekinesis to the best of it's ability.

The hunters resolve was not broken when one of their own went down. The rest of them simply moved dodged as the grenades came towards them. Two more went missing in the blasts, but that wouldn't slow them down. They continued to fire their weapons, sending out the occassional cryptic bolt of lighting or fireball. it wasn't too long before they comprehended and began concentrating on the new threat.

The hunters resolve was not broken when one of their own went down. The rest of them simply moved dodged as the grenades came towards them. Two more went missing in the blasts, but that wouldn't slow them down. They continued to fire their weapons, sending out the occassional cryptic bolt of lighting or fireball. it wasn't too long before they comprehended and began concentrating on the new threat.
OOC: You don't want to mess with the Voice.

Giving out a laugh that can only be described as purely insane, the Voice vanished in a quick flash. 1314 had taken advantage of the breif distraction to support himself with a nanite fill-in for his broken leg. Dashing through into the darkness, as the thin light of Concuxsium began to fall, blotting out every possible space with nothing but darkness...

OOC: You don't want to mess with the hunters
IC:

The hunters may have bothered to shoot at the voice but the droids continued after 1314. The hunters only had to follow. Within a few minutes they'd be upon 1314 once more...

OOC: You don't want to mess with the hunters
IC:

The hunters may have bothered to shoot at the voice but the droids continued after 1314. The hunters only had to follow. Within a few minutes they'd be upon 1314 once more...
1314 smiled as he felt his bone begin to reform with the nanites. Running straight into a solid stone wall, 1314 flipped backwards. "Halt civilian!" A voice rang out, filtered through a helmet no doubt. "What is your purpose at thi-... Oh lord... MEN! OPEN FIRE!" 1314 quickly scaled the small wall as a mixture of bullets and long lasers swinging towards him. Smiling as he reached the rooftop, he leaped from unlit rooftop to unlit rooftop, having feelings of nostalgia as bullets nipped at his ankles...

The hunters simply had to place their feet on the walls and ran up the vertical surfaces at full speed. They were soon behind 1314 once more and took no time in opening fire on him again. This was getting tiresome...

The hunters simply had to place their feet on the walls and ran up the vertical surfaces at full speed. They were soon behind 1314 once more and took no time in opening fire on him again. This was getting tiresome...

"HEY! Wait up! We're the representative squad dammit!" The Moralite squad leader yelled as the hunters took off. 1314 sighed. Was he going to run all this time? he can't run forever. Rolling onto the flat unlit rooftop as he jumped, he turned towards the Hunters. Without a word, he pulled his nanites into his oh-so-familiar knife, and readied for the incoming hunters...

One hunter lifted his hand up, palm facing 1314, a moment later there would be a collumn of flames roaring towards 1314. The other hunter broke off to the sides and continued to fire. The droids above kept the area well lit.

One hunter lifted his hand up, palm facing 1314, a moment later there would be a collumn of flames roaring towards 1314. The other hunter broke off to the sides and continued to fire. The droids above kept the area well lit.
OOC: this is it. 1314's getting old. I'm sorry.

1314 felt the rolling flames hit him, sending him to the ground.reforming the nanites to put out the flame, 1314 stood up, burns scarring every part of his body. "I'm still here little 13." 1314 turned to face The Voice. "I'm done with you. I'm done with this game, we call 'life'. And it's going to be game over for you too." Striding up to The Voice, 1314 grabbed his incoming hand and twisted it until he heard a crack. "Know we know that we're both monsters. But, perhaps that's what makes us what we are." pulling out his pistol, he calmly pulled it up to the Voice's head. "Released." Pulling the trigger, 1314 let it's dead body hit the alleyway below. Seeing the crowd of people gathered at the scene, 1314 turned to face them. "And now you know that I am a monster! But who is worse, the monster, or the ones who condemn him? He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster! And that's exactly what you all are!" Pulling the gun to his head, he pulled the trigger...

OOC: I really think 1314 was getting stale. There was no other way I'd allow him to go...

The hunters took no chances and riddled 1314's body with several shots before moving forward. One of them looked to another, "Drop a grenade on the other one." The other hunter nodded and did so, listening to the boom, "That's one body that's not coming back."

The hunters took no chances and riddled 1314's body with several shots before moving forward. One of them looked to another, "Drop a grenade on the other one." The other hunter nodded and did so, listening to the boom, "That's one body that's not coming back."

OOC: *sniff* He's dead. I need a hug.:(:tongue: Anyway, I finish this up tommorow, I'm a bit on the side of tired right now.

OOC: Goodnight then.