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The Argus hung in the space dock, workers covered every part os its hull. Some where human, some alien, most robotic. Lt. Riev watched the repairs through the giant window one of the Station's main bars, the CoreView. He focused past the Argus, past the Overseerneing repaired in the next dock, and looked out into the swirling gasses that dominates this region. "I usually don't like station's this far Coreward." he declared absently.

He reached down to take a swig of his drink, but the cup was a good foor away from him. He shrugged and picked it up, took a drink. He placed it back down on the table and turned to stare out the window, trying to pick out the individual workers on the Argus. "They'd better not take anyhing." He commented. As he talked, Bane slid his glass to the side with a wave of his hand. Seemingly of its own, the mug slid away from Riev. Again, the Lieutenant couldn't find his drink on the first try. "I know I'm not drunk." He declared.

Riev turned to his other companion, Director Jensen. "So, what do you think about our lovely station, here?" He commented sarcastically, waving his arms theatrically for the woman's amusement.

OOC: Open RP, beginning from the end of an exploratory/battle RP. All are welcome, no prior knowledge required.

The CCSS Overseer and the CCSS Patriarch trailed a few minutes behind the Argus... once docking clearance was granted, they advanced on the space station to enter one of their empty dry docks... the Overseer had taken quite a hit a short while ago.

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Inside the city, Jensen was hanging around her new friend Riev, idly following him around while looking around for something to eat. She smiled in response to his question.. "...it's very.. umm... big." she said, taking in the older technology used in the station... she remembered the cheesy holoprojector message that greeted their ship as they entered.. "Welcome to Avarice City".

OOC: This thread was continued from here. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=80640&highlight=)

Riev watched the ship for another second, then turned back into the conversation. "So, Director, may I buy you anything?"

Bane was busy watching some people argue, but he sent a mental comment flying towards Riev. Trying to get her pasted? That's not very gentlemanly. Bane went back to watching the fight.

Riev snapped around to glare at Bane. Lacking any abilities to project thought, he simply declared. "No! Food, drink, whatever! You son of a-" he was cut off when Bane commented aloud.

"Look. There's about to be shooting." He pointed to argument that was excalating in the corner of the bar/restaraunt.

Director Adrianna Jensen glanced over in the direction of the fight, "Hmm, I left my gun back in my ship... Oh well... It's best I don't get involved, probably. Anyway... i'm having some serious protein cravings... that last mission really took it out of me... how about a cheeseburger or something?"

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Director Adrianna Jensen

BANG! The gunshot ran through the bar, making people cringe. Bane simply declared. "I told you." One of the arguers fell backwards, a bloody hole ripped in his chest. The other ran for the door. BANG! Another patron blasted him, and the body skidded out into the hall. Bane shrugged and looked for something else to watch.

Riev went for his service pistol, then thought better of it. He turned to Jenesen, "You still want a cheeseburger?" He glanced at the bodies as Maintanence crews began to clean up the messes. Most of the people in the bar simply went about their business without even a blink. "Wow." was all he could say. "Just consider this a culture lesson."

She sighs audibly, with a hint of a moan, "it's amazing the scum you'll find on a neutral port... I've been in and out of these my whole life... I'm kinda used to it. Anyway, yeah, cheeseburger... any place around here?" she says, looking around at the various fast-food places, "hmm.."

"There's a place over there... the Afterburner Grill." Riev shrugged. "We can try that one. Hey!" A child was trying to pick his pocket. He shoved the kid away. "Miscreant."

Jensen didn't notice her friend fall behind to handle the miscreant pick-pocketing kid, and before Riev could turn back to find her... she was gone. The crowd was so noisy he didn't even hear her squirm in shock as another man crept up behind her and jab a disruptor pistol into her side, cover her mouth with his hand, and take her off to the side.

Taken into a small service bulkhead suddenly, Jensen was out of sight. She struggled against the man, but soon found it futile as he pressed the disruptor harder into her rib cage. Under her muffled mouth, she demanded to know where they were taking her. In a struggling voice, the man smirked and said "Heh, Master Dolb needs a new... personal assistant" he said with a laugh following. Not again, she thought. Another man was trailing in front of him with a disruptor rifle, an Alien with leathery green skin and a slightly reptellian face.

Not 5 minutes later, she was brought before a monster, resembling an overgrown lizard. Dolby the Gult was a crime lord, handling hits and smuggling jobs while running a good chunk of Avarice City's Gambling sector.

Master Dolb immediately approved of her and had his guards immediately chain her up. "You will make a perfect replacement for my last aide..." the monster said in a sidious voice. The guard who held her signalled for his companion to help. The reptillian guardsman walked up with a collar with a chain. He slapped the collar around her neck, and she cringed in helplessness as the man ripped her shirt off and dropped her pants, leaving her in her rather plain underwear (a short white undershirt and panties), then tossed her onto the ground in front of Master Dolb, beside one other slave girl and a mean looking pet of some classification of animal she'd never seen. She was truely frightened.

Great, now I wish Riev was here... where did he go.. shouldn't he be trying to find me or something?! she said to herself. She leaned back, ignoring her situation, recalling a similar experience when she was in her teenage years. "So what exactly do you want from me?" she said, not looking up. The monster did not reply, as he soon fell into conversation with some of his... associates... in a video conference. The other girl spoke up, "The usual.. but mainly, they picked you out for your intelligence... the scanners picked you out for your high brain activity, so they took you the first chance they got... I saw it on the monitor."

She sighed in futility, then tapped her fingers... remembering her past enslavement with another crime lord on Wenchelle VI.

ooc: lol ...no ooc comment :P

"Damn kids." Riev holstered his DV-5 Service Pistol and checked his gear. The kid had tried to steal nearly everything he had, and hadn't stopped trying until Riev pointed the plasma pistol in the moron's face and spelled it out in the universal language... violence. Turned back to make a comment to Jensen. She wasn't there. "Director?" he called. No answer.

He searched the crowd, but there was no one he knew. "Damnit!" he muttered. He turned to check back at the bar, and the same kid tried to steal his wallet again. The DV-5 lunged to his hand, and he cracked the delinquent over the head with the grip. The kid fell unconscious, and Riev ran back towards the bar.

He ran in just as Bane was hurrying out. Riev spoke first. "We've got a problem-"

Bane finished. "Director Jensen is missing."

"How did you-"

"There were enough psychic shockwaves her during from the snatch and grab that a half trained monkey could have felt it. However, they used some kind of scrambler, so I couldn't pick out who or where."

"Damnit!" Riev punched the wall. "She's the key to the whole mess, and some punk snatches her for kicks?"

Bane nodded. "Yes, that's about right, but I think there's more to this than meets the eye..."

"Always. Let's find her before something worse happens."

"We'll need help."

Dolby did nothing with her... he just wanted her as something to show off for the time begin, ans several associates came and went. he would have time to play later. He idly petted her with his arm as if she was one of his animal pets... she might as well have been one.

SUddenly, durring one of his conferences, he literally yanked her chain. "You, smart one. What's the exponential outcome of the gambling industry's gross earning by the end of the y-" She cut him off with "3.98 Million dollars." He smiled in calm surpirse... she had been eavesdropping on their conversation and heard all the statistics. he calmly went on with his conversation.


Word of Jensen's dissappearance had reached her guards, and they immediately went to find Riev, two men in armor holding heavy staff weapons. "Where is she?" they asked urgently.

Riev placed his head in hi hand. "Don't know. Some urchin tried to rob me, so when I dealt with him, someone snatched her. Bane says that she was definately taken, he could feel her sudden terror from where he was. I'm about to try and find her. This place has to have an underworld-" he cut himself off. "No, this whole place is an underworld. Someone will have info, and I'm not afraid to leave a few bodies for it."

One of the guards chimed in, "Well obviously, start with that kid... he was probably a hired distraction."

Riev nodded. "Right. I left him lying on the floor with a lump on his head..." he glanced over. "Yep, there he is." The kid tried to stand, wobbling and disoriented. Bane, standing over him, clubbed him again, and the kid collapsed. Riev shrugged. "Let's interview the punk."

One of the large guards easily picks up the kid and slings him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Whereto?"

The other guard points at that nearby Cooridoor. "There."

OOC: I'll join if I see an opening.

OOC: I'll join if I see an opening.OOC: i guess you could play the pickpocketing kid.

Riev nodded. "You guys interrogate him. Bane and I will go try and find out who's who in this city. We're gonna need some backup." They walked into the bar.

Upon stepping inside, Bane commented. "Start something. I'll analyze eveyone who responds, and how. We can figure out from there who's the big shots..."

Riev nodded. "Hey, anyone seen a friend of mine? Adrianna Jensen? She's from the Capsule Corporation."

A man at the bar snickered. "Lost your girl, eh, pretty boy?"

Riev smiled internally. That was exactly what he had wanted. Using it as an excuse, he decked the man and sent him flying to the floor. The bar erupted into chaos.

OOC: or anyone in the bar carnage I just launched

A good portion of the crew of the Overseer and the scientist teams suddenly came into the common area of the station, looking for a party or something.

They ignore the other goings-on.

The man lunged to his feet, swinging a knife at Riev, who grabbed the man's arm and snapped it. The man fell back, crashing into a table. The two customers there jumped to their feet, one pulling a gun. Someone else shot that man. Patrons were attacking each other left and right. The bartender fled the scene, calling for the Station Security teams to help. Tables were being flipped. Riev was pitched against a wall, and some poor sap got thrown out the plate glass window.

Throughout it all, Bane simply sat at his table, sipping his water and watching his "test subjects" for their reactions.

Jensen's Guards just stood there, smiling internally at the events, just standing like 2 bricks.

The Station Security immediately busted in with stun rifles and began to immobilize everyone in the room, luckily not hitting Riev yet.

Riev rolled to his feet, eyed Bane, who nodded. The data gathered, Riev could now try to escape. He staggered for the door, using the still rolicking fight to slip out through the shattered window. He stumble/ran through the mall area, reached an elevator. "Dock level." The elevator began to move. When he was between floors, he hit the stop elevator button. He slumped to the floor and began to bandage his cuts. I wonder what's happening at the bar by now...

At the bar... everyone was a mess... blood everywhere from beating each other up and shooting each other. The guards were gone, leaving the unconscious mass to themselves. Bane sat quietly among them, sipping a drink, the only conscious man at the bar.

OOC: Come on guys, join in any time...

Bane stood. He had evaluated everyone's actions and reactions. He had felt their emotions and their thoughts were clear to him. Most had tried to protect the small, dark man in the corner booth, now unconcious on his table. Bane picked the man up and carried him out, into the depths of the station....

OOC: Need another player for this man!

ooc: bump!! please! someone join!! lol

Eric watched from the shadows and sighed. He had fallowedd the ships through a "shadow rift" to this location. He quickly steped out of he shadows and walked towards a group of people

Jensen's two guards glanced at the tall giure who had just ented out of nowhere... their scanners identified him simply as "Demon."

They glanced at each other briefly, then advanced, holding their staff weapons in their hands vertically.

The nano-steel in Eric's armor reactedd by slowly "melting" back showing his face. It wasn't mutated as one would think or disgusting. He lookedd like a normal handsom midle aged man. "You can put those down," he says

The 2 guardsmen, already holding their weapons in resting piosition, shake their heads. "My scanner reads you as a demon... yet by all other means you are human.... what's going on here?"

"Your scaners are flawed," Eric says "I'm half demon." Slowly his demon arm comes into veiw.

"Then our scanners are functioning properly... We don't exactly take kindly to dark spirits... You know... being half human... I bet there is someone who can help you... a friend of ours has recently acquired the power to heal a dark spirit.... interested? If not, I'm afraid we can't allow you to leave... so I guess we're not really giving you much of a choice."

Bane was carrying the unconcious man into a sealed fluidics control chamber when it hit him. A wave of psyonic energy struck him, and he fell to the ground. He clutched his head, his mind poundingand resonating. He felt every system and subsystem in his body spring into action. His blood felt like it was boiling, and something clicked in his mind.

The part of himself that always remained in the Void became dominant, driving out the compassion and hesitation from his body. Bane rose, his vision red, scanning, checking his weapons. He injected the man with chemical to keep him out for a while, then turned to the door. Bane sealed the man into the room, then headed into the station. There was a Shadow on this station. I am a Temporal Knight. I must destroy this Stain! Bane started on his lethal mission.

--message accidentally deleted, the two guards stepped in to fight for Eric--

Bane spun, his trenchcoat billowing behind him. "You would defend this Stain?" He saw the man's human form. "So, a Deceptor... You do not fool me! Meet the end of your darkness, Demon!"

He spun back to the Demon, his coat flying away, sliding down the wall. Two pistols were in his hands, DV-5 Plasma Pulse, extended clips. The guns discharged in unison, their barrels flashing white hot as the energy pulsed outward, seeking the Demon's chest.

One guard presses a button on his staff and quickly spins it horiztonal, perpendicualr to him... the plasma shots impact a small force field, while the other guard fires a heavy plasma bolt or two from his staff right at the incoming rifter.

In the elevator, Riev had managed to heal his wounds with a stim-pack. He reactivated the lift and headed back towards the Mall deck. I wonder how bad the fight was, down there... He had no concept of the current situation.

Bane saw everything in slow motion, like watching a movie on one fourth speed. He rolled left, letting the staff shot rush through empty air. They are energy shielded, and the Demon has control of them. The pistols fell from his hands, and he reached behind him, drawing his RS-12 Rail Gun. He stepped backwards, firing at the Demon again, splitting his shots between the guards. "I mean you no harm, Capsule Soldiers! The Demon is deceiving you!" In anticipation of a counterattack, he dived behind the armored bar counter, firing as he fell.

*RPs for Phalanix.. hope he doesn't mind*

Eric, not wanting a confrontation, ducks back into the shadows, just before one of the guardsmen takes the rail gun blast to his shield, knocking him backwards.

The guard gets up, and deactivates his weapon.

"Bane, what was that all about?!"

Bane rose slowly from behind the counter, the Gauss Rifle held in a firing position. "You a near a Demon. Step away, before he Consumes your souls. He is deceiving you." He scanned the darkness, his boosted vision seeking his nemesis. "You can run, Demon, but I shall find you..." Bane steps towards the darkness, ready for battle.

"He's gone, man." One of the guards says in a deep voice, "Don't worry about him... and don't worry about us, we're on your side here, we don't like Dark Spirits any more than you do."

Bane nods. "He can't have gone far... I can still sense him..." he throws a datacard to the guards. "I locked our man in the Fluidics control on deck twenty-three, near the reactor. Reiv will be back soon. Let him know, and check the kid again. I have other work, now..." He vanished into the shadows, searching for his prey.

Biggs, the taller, thinner guard, looked at Wedge, the heavily built brick of a man, and transceived a high-speed conversation between the two of them... summarized, "Screw this, let's go look for Director Jensen."

They went back to the area where she was last seen, and quickly spotted the corridoor. "Do you think she could have been taken through here?" "Better place than anywehere..."

They went down maybe 20 meters before they came to a 3-way fork in the road... "Now what...?"

Biggs turned on his full scanners on his staff. "look, to the left, scuff marks all the way down the hall.. someone was being dragged and struggling."

Wedge nodded and they proceeded down the hallway.

OOC: I'll leave off with the Bane, the human demolition charge, until Phalanix returns.

IC: Riev stepped from the lift and saw the burnt out bar. Plasma fire? Good God! What happened there? Then he saw Bane's cloak and the dropped pistols. He plucked them up, noticed the Gauss Rifle holes in the wall. Crap. Bane's hunting something. Just what we need.

He looked around. No one was in the bar anymore. I'm on my own... better find that kid. He found the miscreant in the corner, tied up by the guards. "Okay kid, who hired you?"

The kid glanced up in terror. "Are those men coming back? One was covered in liquid metal, the looked normal, but he attacked the first. It was scary... don't make them come back..." The kid was terrified.

Riev noted the description of the first man, then threatened the urchin. "If you don't confess, I'll bring back the second man... he's a companion of mine."

Biggs and wedge continued down the hall... then they heard music...

"What's going on?" wedge whispered,

"Shh," biggs hushed, "There's a guard 10 meters from here... big ugly one."

"We should get some help."

"yeah, but first, run a full scan, i want to know what is down that hallway."

"Dolb!" The kid exclaims. "Master Dolb! He made me-"

"Who's this Dolb?"

"He runs this place."

"He's the Station Master?"

"No. He pulls the strings."

"Where can I find him?"

"In his office, in the Fourth Tower. But you'll never get in! He's got it guarded!"

"I'll find a way." Riev picked the kid up. "Now, you're coming with me to my ship. You'll stay in the brig until this is over."

Biggs tried to zoom his scanners... nothing... the whole place was shielded somehow... He could map out just ahead of him about 100 meters, but no sign of Jensen's nanite signature.



Back in Dolb's tower, Adrianna was being hassled by the guards, who were trying to feel her up while Dolby was asleep. This brought the guards much pain, especially because of the kick one receives, immediately followed by a punch to the other, both in the nuts. The two guardsmen fell to their knees, while another took a club and walked over to her to beat her, raising it and then smacking her across her right arm so hard that she fell over onto the other girl.

When the two original guards managed to climb to their feet, one kicked her in the shin while the other got a mischevious grin on his face.

Riev wiped his hands, heading down the elevator with a squad of Marines. The message from Bane had been quite clear. The man he needed was in Fluidics control.

Riev exitted the lift, stepped into the control room. "Hello, sir." he stated coldly.

The man rose to his feet. "You have no right to-" Whatever he had been about to say was cut off as a Marine injected him with truth serum, illegal in several systems.

Riev sighed. "Sorry, but I don't have time for laws, right now." He paused. "Now, where is Master Dolb, and how do I get to him?"

The man sputtered stupidly, his mind fumbled by the serum. "His tower... there's a coolant access from the seventh deck, but you'll have to climb..." The man started to laugh uncontrollably. "Climb! Ha! The B is silent!" He fell over giggling, doped up on the mental agent.

Riev motioned to a Marine, and the man was clubbed with a rifle, knocking him out. "Come on, soldiers. We have job to do."

Biggs backed off down the hall a ways and signalled back to the Moroni. "hey, can we get the twenty on Director Jensen? We've lost her."

A crewman replies: "hmm.. wow, she got pretty far away, here's a map... i suggest you get some help, it's most likely heavily guarded."

"Right... Thanks."

"Let's go find Riev."

They went back down the hall back into the main promenade, but they could find him nowhere...

"Crap, where did he go?"

"Wait 5 minutes..."

Riev and his squad entered the Promenade in disguise, their guns hidden beneath trenchcoats. They headed for the coolant access, their guns ready. When they saw the guards, Riev spoke up. "Going our way, boys?"

2 TSD operatives enter the outter docking ring leaving their shuttle

The guards' armor, save for their heavy breastplates, looked pretty much like normal clothing. They both took off their jackets, revealing simple black t-shirts on top of dark brown armor pants. Biggs took his staff, held it sideways, pressed a button, and the thing seemed to disassemble itself, then collaps into something about a foot long, which he clipped onto his belt. Wedge followed shortly after, with a similar concealing, and then remembered something obvious. He kneeled down to his jacket and pulled out two disruptor pistols from holsters, and slipped them down the back of his pants, tucked under the belt. Biggs turned his jacket over and undid the holster on his Gauss Shotgun.

"Yeah, we're going," Biggs said as he slid a shielded sensor package under the barrel of the Gauss Shotgun, then jerked the rifle in mid-air, loading a round into the chamber and starting up the capacitor.

Riev smiled, opened his coat, revealing a small armory inside. "We can get in through the cooling system on this level. Let's rock."

The squad moved through the Promenade, people stepping out of their way. (OOC: Cue song: "Du Hast".) They reached the coolant room. One of the Marines placed a box on the access panel. With a spray of sparks, the door overloaded and flew up into the ceiling. The Marine removed the Breaker, and Riev looked into the empty coolant tube. "This tube is only used in emergencies. We can get in fine, but we'll have to climb."

He leaned in and fired a grapple gun at the ceiling. The end stuck to the roof, seven stories up, and fused to the metal. Riev tugged on the cord. "It's secure." He began to climb the rope.

Biggs and wedge followed close behind, pushing against the wall with their feet to reduce tension on the rope.

When they all neared the top, Biggs, right behind Riev, gestured that he should go first, but then tugged his foot in belayment. "no, wait. I'm detecting a guard patrolling nearby..... .... ... now... you should have a moment to sneak in, he won't see you."

Riev carefully cut the wall away with his moliblade, then let the piece fall into his hand. He passed it down to the bottom, where a Marine held it. He slipped out through the hole. The guard was walking away from the hole. With a flash of movement, Riev slit his throat, then punctured his side to relieve pressure and cancel the gargling noise. The guard was pitched into the tube, where the corpse dropped to the base with a splat. Riev drew his RS-12 and waved the squad out. He checked left and right, letting the squad gather. The piece of wall was layed on the floor, and the squad moved out, quickly and stealthily.

OOC: Trasa, welcome. Oh God, you're gunning for me in the middle of this! Hehehe, nice!

Wedge, almost too loudly, let out a "sweet, I got her signal!" under his breath. biggs bopped him over the head for being so loud. His sensors showed the same thing.

"She's in some big room 3 blocks ahead, Sensors show a lot of people... be careful not to hit her when you barge in."

the operatives move swiftly around the Hallway's making sure that they are unoticed by Security

Riev nodded. "Right, ammo check!" The clicking was devastatingly loud. They approached the door. The Marine with the breaker shook his head. Riev nodded, "We gotta blow it! Once we do, they'll be all over us!" He placed a thermite charge. "You guys ready to dance with the devil?"
He slammed the button, and the door was torn from its hinges, flying into the chamber beyond.

He rolled in, his rifle spitting hypervelocity slugs. The room dissolved into the rage of war.

Before entering the room, Biggs and Wedge hit a button on their collapsed staffs, and immediately, personal deflector shields conformed around them. Biggs cocked his weapon and barged in, firing rounds out of the semi-automatic buckshot, firing as fast as he could pull the trigger, the rigle recharging quickly due to the awesome power source of Chlorophusion cells inside. He quickly took out two guards almost instantly. Wedge jumped into the room sideways, both disruptors blasing, burning holes in guards, and in the walls. The firefight ensues in the massive surprise, making a massive noise that alarms those in the next room. Biggs and Wedge could see everyone in the next room as if they were in line of sight, and already began planning their attack in the back of their head. While fighting, Wedge drew a small anti-matter capsule from his pocket and tossed it to Biggs.

After everyone in the room was gone, save for nearly everyone in the attack group, Wedge charged his disruptor rifles while Biggs loaded the capsule into his shotgun like a shell.

Wedge fired, vaporizing a small hole in the door, while Biggs immediatly fired the anti-matter explosive into the room. A blast blew a hole into the floor of the next room, dropping 3 of the men down into the next floor.

Riev rose from behind the table he was covering from. He motioned to the Marines. "Rail Volley on mark!" The squad dropped to their knees, activating the FLOSA scopes. They sighted through the wall on the lifesign forms. Riev aimed as well. "Fire!" The bolts punctured the wall, shredding the remaining guards with the pure Kinetic Energy of the rails, sending blood and armor whirling in all directions.

The squad charged into the next room, approached the door. "Blow it!" Riev ordered. Another thermite charge was planted, and the door dissolved into fire. A large alien, reptilion, was standing there, reaching to a keypad that never existed. With the snarl of high powered magnets, a Guass slug shredded his body with a hydraulic shockwave in his own fluids. The squad entered the final chamber. Riev commented. "Told you we'd be fine, ma'am." He fired again, blasting the chain off of her.

Jensen smiled, then realized she was standing in front of her friend... in her torn underwear... great, just great. "Well, You're here, but... Dolby's not... he's waiting for you in the next room... I'd be careful if I were you... he's got some... friends with him."

"What are you talking about?" Biggs butted in. "I'm not detecting any other lifesigns in the next toom... it looks like it might be a bedroom or something."

"Well, it's not."

"Whatever, let's get him!" Biggs shouted as he pulled a lever on top of his weapon, then cocked it, then held down the trigger... a capictor charged audibly... then... BAM! A spark of electricity signified a powerful launch, kicking poor biggs back onto his butt as a heavy buckshot slammed into the door, knocking it off it's henges and falling onto the floor.

Dolby Stood there... laughing.

"What in space are you laughing about, gecko." Wedge barked, mocking his lizard-like form.

Dolby hit a button, and immediately there was a loud crash with dust. A Giant robotic monster stood before him, facing the attack group.

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"Oh... That's not good."

The mechanical monster slowly advaced with heavy steps, about 10 meters ahead.

Biggs, still on the ground, cocked his rifle and plugged 5 rounds into it... almost no effect.

"OK, trouble. Ideas?!"

"Umm... RUN?!"

Riev fired his Gauss Rifle into it, but the slug just pinged off the armor. "Open up on it!" he yelled.

The Marines dumped fire into it, but it descended upon them with tremendous force, lasers cutting down two men, the others scattering. Riev fired towards the "eye", but the rail struck a shield. The behemoth turned towards him, its laser cutting the floor. He dived for cover, rolling across a table as the red beam sliced through men and obstacles.

He threw his rifle to Jensen. "Shoot it!" He drew his pistol and a thermite charge, and he dashed for its legs. He dived between them, slapping the thermite to its pelvis. He rolled as the laser sought him, then jammed the detonator. Not stopping his mad dash to look, he charged Dolb, aiming his pistol at the overlord. "Freeze, ugly." Where are you when I need you, Bane? he thought with a sigh. He dared not check the room behind, holding the criminal at gunpoint.

Dolby, in a panicking move, called for the robot-monster to turn around and take care of riev... It charged its laser quickly, but when it fired, it found itself off-balance from the sudden force of all the Rail Guns firing at once... it nearly toppled over, but it's Laser shot upwards. A decent chunk of the roof above the Lizard Crime lord collapsed in on him, nearly missing Riev.

In the robot's shocked state, Biggs had time to load his shotgun with one more anti-matter shell... He pulled the trigger and with a "whoosh" the capsule flung out of the barrel, toward the monster. It impacted and crushed, slamming the small amount of anti-matter into it, exploding it in pure energy. The blast knocked everyone down, but the Monster was severely damaged... immblized. It squirmed around on the ground.

Jensen calmly walked up and ripped the cords out of its neck. "You have no Idea what these things do to people..." she said... probably knowing from memory of a year of watching people lose in competitions.

Under the rubble, the Crime lord moved a little. Jensen nodded to Biggs, and he tossed his weapon to her as she dropped the weaker Magneto weapon to the ground. She approached the giant lizard slowly, and stuck the muzzle of the weapon against his head... Riev was quickly relieved. She cocked the rifle, and ordered the other slaves free. Dolby manipulated his hand into the cclosest resemblence of the bird as he could... Jensen pulled the trigger, lobbing the head off that reptile's body.

She walked over to a nearby room, more like a closet, and cut her new friends loose.

"Come on, let's get out of here.. quickly, before any more guards come."

The marines, Riev, Jensen, and her faithful Guards, left the room and headed towards the normal elevator. Adrianna rested the shotgun on her shoulder with a pleased smile on her face... then she remembered. "Hey... uhh... Guys, I'm still ub my Underwear here... can I run off and buy some clothes real qu--"

Nearly everyone in the room simultaneously barked a sharp "No!" They didn't want to leave her alone for a nanosecond.

They went back down to the mall level, all exccept Jensen and her 2 guards, who went down to her corvette to find her a change of clothes.

5 minutes later, she arrived back at the main mall level, found Riev, and demanded he buy her a cheeseburger.

:P

*Shortly after the fall of Dolby, a male neko clad in black leather leaned against a wall just outside the secure area. Security teams were busy mopping up the rest of Dolb's men left on the scene.*

Kuro: "What a fool. He had that coming to him. Ah well..."

*Running a hand through his messy hair, Kuro left the area.*

Kuro: With Dolby dead, that means I'm the new crime lord. Time to see who's with me and who still swears alliegence to Dolby...

*Within hours, there were reports of murders scatter here and there, mostly aliens with connections to the underworld. The cause of death were all the same, multiple stabbing wounds to the torso area with a vibroblade like weapon.*


((OOC: Hope this is cool. Kuro (http://www.gainax.co.jp/soft/animag/chara/kuro.jpg) is gonna be my baddie chara for this RP. Expect a netural chara to appear soonish. ^_^))

OOC: Sounds fine to me... a neko is like... a cat person, right? lol that's fine, i guess... just try to stay away from the whole dark side/ light side stuff... we've kinda got a thing going with that... you can go ahead and be an independant crime lord though, that's fine... I just hope you can last longer than Dolby lol... just don't do anything stupid like kidnapping high-ranking officials :P j/k

We'll all be back tomorrow. :)

And this thread is far from over (I hope) It won't end untill.. well, something bad happens lol

OOC: Fascinating. Just wish there was some way I could participate.

Eric reappered else where on the station. He quickly made the shadows his cloak again and started to walk out once more. This time he fully charged his sheild's in his armor

OOC: Everyone is welcome to join. Just make a character and pop up wherever.

IC: Riev was more than happy to buy her a cheeseburger, but first he was going to get her a concealed gun, to keep this mess from repeating!

Bane hunted.

Eric started to walk towards a gun shop and steped in and started looking around. He smirked when he saw a old M6D and laughed when he saw his old Glock. He walked over to the Glock's case and smiled slightly. "Hey I'm here to pick up my Glock I lent you 3 years ago," he says to the store keeper

After "reclaiming" his old Glock and a few clips Eric hapy that he now has a weapon begens walking along trying to find the person who attacked him. His cloak driped pure shadows onto the ground behind him as he walked. It flicked slightly and sent some shadow towards a wall.

the Trasians insert a EMP Bomb into a hidden capartment to their left then move away quickly

Bane entered his room on the Argus. He placed his hand on the wall and the double doors unsealed and opened. Bane placed the RS-12 on its rack and took another gun, the TRSN Pulse Gun. He checked the drumfeed, ran a schematic of the Mag Rings, and deemed it acceptable. He slung it over his back. He picked up his belt set and put them on.

He could carry six pistols with his sets, one under each arm, two on his torso, and two in quickdraw hip holsters. He chose his pistols carefully, then he checked his holdout, knives, his trademark "surprise" and his explosives. All was in order, and Bane smiled. He stepped out of his gun collection and closed the vault doors.

Outside, two TRSN Marines were guarding the hall by playing poker and drinking beer. Bane swept passed them as a human gale, and they glanced up, catching sight of his weaponry beneath his cloak. One of the guards yelped in fear, but Bane kept going, leaving the two Marines staring at each other. "Ah, shit, man! What's he gonna do?" One asked, nervous.

The other replied. "Dunno, man, but I don't want be there when he does..."

Bane heard their talk, but he ignored it. He'd heard worse about him. He was used to it. He enjoyed it. But now, he had a mission.

Now we shall battle, Demon...

the TSD Spies stop and one of then presses a botton and the devise sends out the EMP

Eric feels something close by almost like him. But difrent. Augmented the same yet not half demon or human at the same time. He quickly ducked into the shadows and hid

OOC: Trasa: Please, if you're going to do something stupid like that, at least type more than one freaking line or we will ignore you. At least tell us how big it is or something.

IC: When Jensen had gone back to her ship to change her clothes, Riev obviously didn't notice that she came back carrying a light Gauss Shotgun, similar to Biggs', and a collapsed staff weapon on her belt. "I think I'll be fine, now." She said with a smile.

the TSD Spies run down the corridor then stop at the airlocks


Spy 1:Is it done? did you activate the EMP wave?


Spy 2:Yes i did, power should be going out in that section anytime now.

Riev nodded. "Nice guns. Let's eat... I'll buy."
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Bane held his breath, regulating his every system, his body primed and ready. Wait for you opponent to strike, then destroy him. The lessons of his master burned bright in his mind.

OOC: I assume you mean the same area we are in.

IC: The Capsule Officers all could plainly see the EMP bomb detonate just when the power flickers off, showering sparks from light fixtures. The light on Biggs' and Jensen's shotguns bursted apart. "Aw man, they ruined a perfectly good flashlight," Jensen exclaimed, half sarcastically because she has plenty of other shielded sensors that she can still see everything with.

"Wedge, go check out that bomb," Biggs ordered. The large brick of a man, now wearing his armor again, went over to the secret compartment where the bomb had been placed, and simply picked it out, having already seen it when it exploded.

Wedge went back over to the others and presented the bomb. "hmm... anyone recognize the technology? Seems pretty simple... Oh hey look, a label."

:)

it says this in Trasian

"Warning, do not open main panel before pressing the primary control crystal"

"It's Trasian allright... odd... what would they be doing all the way out here? Much less, what for?"

Wedge hasdn't known what he just implied, but Jensen and Biggs signified they understood by switching on their weapons and cocking a round into their chambers. Jensen turned on her Personal Deflector shield, as did Biggs and Wedge.

"Keep your eyes open guys..." Biggs ordered silently, "all of them."

the Trasians activate their wrist climing claws and start to climb the wall beside him, they crawl near the area where they placed the bomb then sent a small signal to the EMP devise


Bomb (in Trasian):Self-destruct activated, 2 minutes until destruction

Riev swore. "Hathoway's Team...." he muttered. He loaded his Rifle and radioed in. "We'll need backup. TSD's here." There was an inaudibly reply. "Yeah, check in with the Valiant. Crimond's team. That's right." He closed his radio channel and faced Jensen. "An old friend..."

then the TSD drop from the roof and start to slice anybody around then with pinpoint accuracy

OOC: Beside WHO?! How many? How did they get on the roof?! RP DUDE

IC: Wedge looked up. Wedge looked at Biggs. Biggs Looked up. Biggs looked at Wedge. THey Both looked up and watched the guys crawl along the walls, thinking they're invisible. When they come out of the secret compartment, Biggs and Wedge are standing there, waiting with their guns drawn. "What do you guys think you are doing?" "Yeah, those lights all have to be replaced now!"

EDIT: Standing, with guns drawn, obviously

OOC: Beside WHO?!

IC: Wedge looked up. Wedge looked at Biggs. Biggs Looked up. Biggs looked at Wedge. THey Both looked up and watched the guys crawl along the walls, thinking they're invisible. When they come out of the secret compartment, Biggs and Wedge are standing there, waiting. "What do you guys think you are doing?" "Yeah, those lights all have to be replaced now!"


OOC:they are RIGHT beside your team. and there are 2 and they have climbing claws that enable them to crawl up a wall onto a roof

OOC: Why wouldn't we fire? How come they got into the room without us seeing? Capsule soldiers have lots of sensors... they could have seen you, and they would have killed you.

Repost: Wedge looked up. Wedge looked at Biggs. Biggs Looked up. Biggs looked at Wedge. THey Both looked up and watched the guys crawl along the walls, thinking they're invisible. When they come out of the secret compartment, Biggs and Wedge are standing there, waiting with their guns drawn. "What do you guys think you are doing?" "Yeah, those lights all have to be replaced now!"

OOC:didn't you see my modifyed post? *sigh*people thses days, don't even BOTHER to check a modifyed post :roll:

Riev dived to the side, the shot striking where he was standing. "Die!" he yelled, the RS-12 snarling with electomanetic fury.

the Trasians press onto their belts and send the selfdestruct signal to the Bomb, the bomb now will blow in 6 seconds in NS time


Trasian:dying with honor

smiles evily

OOC:didn't you see my modifyed post? *sigh*people thses days, don't even BOTHER to check a modifyed post :roll:OOC: I see no modified post... now, your men have guns pointed at them... do something.

OOC: Beside WHO?!

IC: Wedge looked up. Wedge looked at Biggs. Biggs Looked up. Biggs looked at Wedge. THey Both looked up and watched the guys crawl along the walls, thinking they're invisible. When they come out of the secret compartment, Biggs and Wedge are standing there, waiting. "What do you guys think you are doing?" "Yeah, those lights all have to be replaced now!"


OOC:they are RIGHT beside your team. and there are 2 and they have climbing claws that enable them to crawl up a wall onto a roof


THIS IS MY MODIFYED POST!!!! see what i mean? you never checked :evil:

OOC: HOW BIG OF A BOMB? you can not expect us to take you seriously if you only type one line and do not respond to our moves.

OOCit's about the size of a Laptop, and i DID RESPOND TO YOUR STUPID MOVE YOU NIMROD! if i have to explain EVERYTHING to you i might as well leave this stupid RP.

Riev notes the kamikaze statement. He calls out, "Run!" He spins, fires into the elevator shaft, blowing the door apart. He snags Jensen, draws his grapple gun, and dives through the hole, plummeting down the shaft. He fires the grapple, it strikes the wall... fuses. The fall is ubruptly broken with a sudden jolt, and they jerk to a stop, twisting on the line. Riev's right arm breaks, but he keeps enough of a grip to painfully keep Jenses from dropping into the darkness.

"We gotta rapell down.. I can't move with you... my arm's busted. Grab the rope!" He grimaces in pain.

Biggs and Wedge both run towards the elevator immediately behind the other two. "Screw this, get out of our way!" Biggs yells to Riev and Jensen. Wedge throws an odd-looking grenade into the shaft, which maybe goes 5 stories down, to the base of the elevator. "jump!" they scream, jumping down the shaft, past Jensen and Riev. They all freefall straight down, but come to a soft impact on a green gelatin that had decompressed into the bass of the elevator, creatying a nice soft landing pad.

ummm.... boom?

OOC: Trasa? What happens?

*Kuro, safe within his private chambers within the station, read over as datacube in his hand. A chime caught his attention, and he stood from his plush seat, walking over to a viewscreen and activating it. The screen was darken, so he couldn't identify the speaker.*

Kuro: "What is it?"

???: "You're the new crime lord, correct?"

Kuro: "That is correct."

???: "Good good. My employer had arrangements with your predecessor, and he would like to know if he could continue these arrangements with you, kind Lord."

Kuro: "Of course. If it's a business partnership he wants, then so be it. Is that all?"

???: "Yes, farewell."

*The viewscreen reverts to it's screensaver, a dancing bunny. Kuro returns his attention back to the datacube.*

Kuro: "Hmmm... It looks like some of the venders in the mall are withholding their protection money. Such a thing I cannot allow."

*Picking up a commlink, he contacts one of his goons to go and 'convince' the venders who're refusing to pay protection money to reconsider.*

Kuro: "Hmmm... It looks like Dolby didn't have many security guards on his paylist... I'm going to have to change that."

///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\
Main Mall Level...
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*A dark haired human flipped close his commlink, sighing. He knew what the boss wanted. He wanted him to kill one of the venders. That'd send a message to the others, stating simply, 'pay or die.' He spotted his mark easily, and walked calmly towards, his hand wrapped around the hand of his vibroknife under his brown leather jacket. Then suddenly an EMP bomb went off. People scattered, running this way and that in a panic. Two people ran past him, diving into an elevator shaft. They were followed by another two. Looking the direction they came, he saw the two Trasians, a laptop sized object on the ground. It didn't take a rocket scienctist to put two and two together. He followed the four people who had passed him, diving into the elevator shaft. He freefell head first, passing the first couple that had past him. Twisting his body, he pointed his feet down, drawing his vibroknife and jamming it into the wall, using that as well as his feet to slow his decent.
The blade stuck, and sparks fell as his weight pulled it down about ten feet. The rubber on the soles of his boots burned, and as he came to a stop, he looked down, saw the last two who had past him. He yelled down at them.*

Davik: "What the hell just happened?"

a small flag pops out saying

"Made ya look" :D

the Trasians just smile

a small flag pops out saying

"Made ya look" :D

the Trasians just smile

((OOC: How did I know something like that would happen? That, or the Trasians deactivate it...))

Jensen, used to a life of explosions and such, merely jetts a thumb towards Riev. "I dunno, friends of his!"

When no explosion happens... they wonder what happened.

Biggs, his leg now hurting a little, grunts out "I'm gonna kill those two!"

Riev braced for the blast. Nothing happened. "Well, screw." he let himself fall onto the cushion below. He grimaced as he landed. "That hurts. I'm gonna need to see a med-doc."

the TSD Spies run back to the Ship and close the Airlock


TSD Spy 1:That was SO funny! did you see the look on their faces?

TSD Spy 2:I saw it, *snicker* now let's get the heck outta here


their shuttle lanches and exits the hanger

*Back in the bay, as a way of saying "Great, now f--- off," the CCSS Overseer lets one Rail Cannon blow straight into the back of the shuttle. "Have a nice day!" The commander says as the slug busts open the back of the defenseless shuttle.*

*Davik, the human thug working for Kuro, pulls his vibroknife out, but it's stuck.*

Davik: "Crap! This thing cost me an arm and a leg! Now it's stuck? Feh, me and my stupid luck..."

*Putting both feet on the wall to either side of the knife handle while still holding on tight to it, Davik pulls with his arms and pushes with his leg muscles. The knife comes loose with a pop and Davik goes flying down below. He lands on the cushion with the others, calmly steathing his blade as he stands.*

Davik: "Erm. Hi."


((OOC: To envision Davik's weapon, think of the Prog Knife on Neon Genesis Evangelion. It operates much like that.))

the TSD Dodges the bolt and enters hyperspace


Spy 1:I am gonna take a nap, wake me when we reach our homworld


Spy 2:Yes sir.

OOC: Yes, we all watch anime :P *roll* A vibroblade is from SW... I'll think of something like that. lol

IC: Jensen looks over at him, "So where did you come from?"

One of the Marines, still in the room, saw the two TSD leave. He pulled his commlink. "Argus Control, the enemy is fleeing in a shuttle."

Johanson answered. "Roger. We'll give them a parting gift." The Battle Line Officer grinned. "Helmsman, cut them off. Gunnery! Activate Rail Guns power. General Quarters!"

The alarms began to wail, and the bulkheads sealed. Shields came up. The Argus blew off her tethers, the frigate rising from he bearth. The Argus lunged forward on AM drive, slamming into the shuttle's exit vecot. The shuttle slammed into the gravity well, dropping in real-space. The two main guns rotated on their turrets, the triple turrets aligning on the TSD shuttle.

Johanson leaned forward. "Fire!"

The six Rail Guns fired, hurling KE slugs at .2c, ripping towards the shuttle. The Argus's reactionless drive-field kept it from sliding back, but it still rocked slightly as the fire gouted from the six tremendous guns in a blatant display of overkill.

-Editted for technical points-

the TSD Dodges the bolt and enters hyperspace


Spy 1:I am gonna take a nap, wake me when we reach our homworld


Spy 2:Yes sir.OOC: ....right..... now, go away and play with your little 3-year-old friends :) bye bye

OOC: Anyway, back to the real RP.

OOC:har har, you won't be laughing when the EMP device ACUALLY BLOWS :D

OOC:har har, you won't be laughing when the EMP device ACUALLY BLOWS :DOOC: it won't :) It's made of cardboard!

OOC: TSD, my frigate was an interdictor! You aren't done yet! Read my post!

((OOC: Hmm... Guess that works too. ^.^ Just imagine a vibroblade with a six inch blade then.))


*Davik shrugs.*

Davik: "From here. I was shopping for a gift for my nephew, when I saw you guys dive into here. Then I saw what looked like a bomb. So, I followed you guys."

Riev tries to shrug, grimaces in pain. "Same here. I'm Lt. Riev, TRSNS Argus Marine Detatchment." He holds out his uninjured arm to shake. "Nice to meet you. Care to help us wax those idiots?"

OOC: TSD, my frigate was an interdictor! You aren't done yet! Read my post!

OOCfine,


IC: the Trasians activate their self-Destruct and the shuttle is destroyed

((OOC: CC, I sent a message to the other thread that said that I replied to your TG, so check your TGs. Or something. I don't think you'd want an Ur-Quan to come to this RP, so I'll just send this OOC message and leave it at that.))

*Davik gives Riev a firm handshake.*

Davik: "Davik Kane. And I'm afraid I can't help you there. I'm just a citizen, I have no combat training."

*Somehow, that didn't seem true. Looking around, acting like nothing was amiss, the human speaks outloud in general.*

Davik: "So, how do we get out of here?"

The small, HV rails reach for the shuttle, but it explodes before impact. The rails punch through the blast, shredding small pieces of scrap and flying off into the unknown. Johanson sighed. "They're dead, but our sublight engines got blown by that jaunt. We're gonna need a repair on them." He killed the channel and turned to the gunner. "Be faster. I wanted to kill them."

((OOC: CC, I sent a message to the other thread that said that I replied to your TG, so check your TGs. Or something. I don't think you'd want an Ur-Quan to come to this RP, so I'll just send this OOC message and leave it at that.))OOC: Why not? Join in! You can just RP as some neutral character, you don't have to be someone from your nation.

IC: Jensen shakes her head. "Well, looks like those guys are dead now anyway," she says, deactivating her shield and slipping her shotgun into a holster on her back.

the Stardestroyer Iron Fist Commanded by Needat comes out of hyperspace


Captian Needat:Where are they?


helm:i do not see them anywhere sir, only a station and a few ships, shall i dock?


Captian Needat:yes, Dock IMMEADIATLY, i want to know what happened to spy 324 and 319.

Station Command:

"SD Ironfist, docking clearance is gr--- hey wait... denied. Reports are coming that you, or at least some of your people, attacked the station, killing a few people, planting an EMP and detonating it, and planting a fake bomb. Access denied, please leave the area, or be subject to questioning if you wish to dock."

OOC: If you try to attack, you will be destroyed, that is without a doubt... so don't.

((OOC: Very well, I'll join. And I replied to your reply, CC, so check your TGs. EDIT: You already replied to that message, even if not fully. Just tell me how long it'll take for you to send 'em. ))

IC: One pitch black Marauder was scouting in this part of space. Its pilot knew of the station, but he detected a crippled ship in it. Actually, he detected several damaged ships in its docks, and some of them were bearing markings of a fellow GA member. He also intercepted the messages between a ship that was identified as a Soviet Trasian ship and the space station. He went in closer and closer, and he sent a message to the station: "We are the Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah. I intercepted the chatter between your station and the presumably hostile vessel. Do you require assistance?"

Station: "Not at the moment, we're fine. You have permission to land in docking bay 29."

((OOC: *Land* a 240 meter long ship? Must be a large station there.))

Ur-Quan Marauder: "Very well. Starting docking procedures."

The ship started moving slowly towards the docking bay. Soon it would dock to the station.

Unlike almost all ships of its size, it is controlled by a single being, an Ur-Quan, specifically a Kohr-Ah. They are ten meters long, two meters high and two meters wide, have four tentacles instead of arms and if you needed something to compare an Ur-Quan to, it would be a caterpillar. A carnivorous and LARGE one. Kohr-Ah are as black as their ships, and their eyes are as red as blood. (To see a picture of one's face: Click here (http://sensori.soldats.net/kuvia/kohrah/korah-complex.gif).) They "carry" with them a Talking Pet, that translates their speech to any known - and unknown - language with ease.

OOC: LOL I thought by "Scout" you meant a small ship lol

IC: Several people amongst the station can't help but stare at the monstrosity.

OOC: Is it a good creature or an evil creature? lol If it's an evil creature... meh... if it's a demon or something... don't expect to last long lol

OOC: LOL I thought by "Scout" you meant a small ship lol

((OOC: Well, what can I say, they use their warships as scouts. That's why their defensive capabilities are a bit weaker at times.))

IC: Several people amongst the station can't help but stare at the monstrosity.

IC: The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah says to the ones who stare at him, "Ah, yes... I can see fear, maybe even hatred in your eyes. It is understandable. We know what we look like. I am here merely to inquire." Then he says, "But you should stay away from me. I can not be held responsible if someone comes too close." His tentacles writhe. "It is our nature." He wants to know what has happened, and stays close to his ship. He attempts to use the internal communications system, if there is one. Something is not right here.

OOC: Is it a good creature or an evil creature? lol If it's an evil creature... meh... if it's a demon or something... don't expect to last long lol

((OOC: It's a more or less neutral being. They are sentient, and the species has been in space for millennia, just not in "local space", as I stated in the thread (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64217) I made some time ago. They are not demons, just a species of aliens. There's a less "benevolent" variation of them moving in space, though, as stated here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=79002).))

*Sighing boredly, Davik searches the floor they're on, looking for a door to open so they may escape.*

Davik: "Hey, um... It's dark as heck in here. Anyone got a light?"

///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\
Kuro's Private Chambers...
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*News reached Kuro almost immediately of the EMP bombing of the mall level. Reviewing the information available, Kuro comes to a conclusion.*

Kuro: "It would appear that the local authorites and Trasians don't get along. I could use this to my advantage."

*Soon there after, he receives reports of a Ur-Quan vessel docking with the station, and that an Kohr-Ah was disembarking for that station.*

Kuro: "Intriguing..."

*Was his only comment on the situation.*

Riev sighed as he flipped the tactical light on his RS-12 online. He propped the gun on the wall and used his moliblade to cut through. Kicking the plate clear, he picked up his rifle and stepped out, being careful not to bump his shoulder.

Captian needat: We are searching for 2 renagade TSD Spies and they MUST be detained, we are NOT leaving this system until we find out what they where up to, and we are invesgeating ourselves, I am Sending a team Over now.

2 shuttles full of Troopers and Experts launch

Station to trasian ship: "oh, you're looking for them? Well, i'm afraid you are out of luck, several witnesses say they self-destructed their shuttle after leaving. Anyway, we'll let you come aboard, but don't be surprised if you find out we're watching you closely. Clear to dock all your ships. Avarice out."

Back inside, Jensen and Biggs fixed their weaponry with replacement bulbs and went back about their business, then they all went back upstairs looking to see if they could help any of the wounded.

OOC: Got room for one more?

*Davik ventured back with the others upstairs, then bowed to them.*

Davik: "And here is where I must part ways. I bid thee a fond farewell."

*With that, he leaves and sets about finding himself a new mark.*

Davik: The other one I had in mind fled when the bomb went off. Damnit... Hmm... This wine seller is under Kuro's protection, and he's one of the ones who didn't pay his fee...

*He walks up to the alien vender who was hawking his wares, imported alcohol and wines.*

Davik: "Hello. You're holding out on Kuro. Kuro doesn't like those who hold out paying their protection money."

Vender: "W-"

*Before the vender could say another syllabel or scream for help, Davik's Vibroknife was jammed into it's throat. Thumbing a switch, Davik activates the vibrate function, the blade humming. Pulling the knife out, Davik proceeds to pump the creature's torso several times with the knife, it's soft flesh yeilding easily to the vibroknife's blade.*

OOC: Got room for one more?OOC: By all means, go ahead and join.

IC: Jensen had walked away in the other direction of Davik, but then paused for a moment... something had dissappeared off her sensors... what was it? She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings... then after thinking about it for a moment, she realized someone had just ceased to live. "Aww crap, no what." she said, turning around to see what was going on... all she saw was Davik, finishing off the vendor. "A present for his nephew, eh? yeah right."

She stands outside the vender's store, waiting for Davik to notice her.

OOC: Hell, it says it's open. My bad, simply ignore my other post.

IC:
An angry-looking man steps off of a rental shuttle. "I hate space..." He growls to himself. His face is scarred from countless battles, and his blue eyes seem to glow with intensity. Under each arm sits a holstered AMT 1911A1 Hardballer, stainless-steel plated. The man stands at around 6'2" and has a very muscular build, looking to weigh about 280 lbs. A survival knife is strapped to his right boot, and several clips of .45 ACP cling to his belt. He clenches his hands into fists, the fingerless tactical gloves creaking under the strain, then slowly he relaxes them. He is dressed in black fatigues and a black T-Shirt that looks to be a size or two too small. His light brown hair is cut in a longer military style. The man walks into the nearby bar, ingnoring the commotion; if anyone decided to take a swing at him, he'd kill them. It was that simple. The man orders a trio of whisky shots and sits back to relax.

*Davik turns to leave, then sees the female from the elevator. He looks at his vibroknife, wiping the blood off it with a clean cloth.*

Davik: "Why hello. Is there something you need?"

*The calm, cool demener he had suggested he was anything but a citizen. A hitman, most likely.*

The mysterious man downs the first of the shots. "Good year..." He mutters, wiping his mouth on his arm. Setting the empty glass down, he takes up the second, emptying it in a picosecond.

She smirked slightly, "Now come on, did he really deserve that? What would your nephew think?" she says, idly playing with her collapsed staff weapon, now off her belt clip.

Eric just grumbles as the shockwave hits him and he keeps walking. He quickly hides his glock. He slowly walks towards a shadowey corner again.

((OOC:Can I get a update on the last 3 pages?))

The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah had found out that there had been some commotion in the station, caused by some Trasian spies, and that was the basic reason why the Trasian ship was there. Nothing that would interest him. He still stays close to his ship, waiting. He had chosen to wait there until the allied ships have left the station safely. He also had sent a message to the allied craft telling this, but he was not sure if they had received it. It really did not even matter, he would have waited anyway. It is not like he would need to eat or anything. And if he did, he would just have to go into his ship. He would not leave the ship unguarded, either. Eternal vigilance is pivotal for an Ur-Quan.

OOC: I'll give a cookie to anyone who can name this guy...

Bane entered the bar. He is a social creature, depsite his Evil. He will return here. The plate glass window was still being replaced, and there were now mounted guns. Bane ignored them and sat down at a counter. The other patrons parted from him, his mere presence unnerving. Bane ignored this, "Water." he ordered.

The bartender looked at him funny. "We serve liquor, here."

"Most beings need water. You should have some. I would like it."

The bartender was a bit put off by this, but he went along with Bane's request. Something was making him nervous. Bane took a drink, closed his eyes for a moment. Memories flashed.

"Run!" the woman cried, the explosions ripping the housing district behind to shreds. TRSN fighters roared overhead in deadly ballet with the Shadow's fighters. Capital ship fire lit the heavens, interupted only by the thunder of a great ship's crash. Soldiers scrambled among the civilians, trying to get them into shuttles and off of the planet before the fleet had to retreat.

A Demon rose from the ash, its armor glinting, it weapons glowing red hot. It simply shrugged off the weapons fire of the TRSN Marines, cutting down the soldiers with contempt, destroying the civilians with even less care. It was closing on the shuttles, determined to destroy all the humans fleeing the planet. The soldiers were running, fleeing for the shuttles for the final evacuate. As they parted, one man knelt in a billowing cloak, his head held down, a rifle braced like a sword in the dirt. He looked to be meditating, or praying. The Demon bellowed, and the man stood. Their eyes met in hatred and some respect. The man stated, "You shall not pass here, Demon." The Shadow Creature snarled and drew its weapons. The man closed his eyes slowly, then opened them, his gun in hand. The fight was joined.

Bane placed down the cup, grimacing. He touched the scar on his chest, a memory of the Demon Blade that cut him. He turned to leave, but his senses pricked. He turned, saw another man, sitting in the back. He approached him. "They call me Bane. You are?"

Eric had exited the shadows in the bar's bathroom. He quickly made his nano-steel armor suround his demon arm hiding most of it other than the claws which he would hide on his own. He walked out ofthe rest room and lookeed around

OOC: I assume this is directed at me...

IC: "Who wants to know?" Comes the reply. He downs the third shot glass and shoves it and the other two aside.

He looked around and saw Bane. He shook his head and sighed and walked over to the bar and took a seat. His height was reduced greatly without his armor on. He now stood at a good 6'7. "Get me 3 shots of whisky and a vodka shooter as well," Eric says

"As I stated, they call me Bane. My birth name is no more." Bane stated, not even perturbed. He felt the pressure on the back of his mind, the warning of a Stain. "One second. I need to fix something." He spun, two Plasma Pistols jumping into his hands. "Show yourself, Demon." he challenged.

Eric just sat where he was and downed his shots quickly and stood up. To his 6'9 height. "Put those down," Eric says as he steps forward

Biggs and Wedge found their way over to the bar where everyone was, their staff weapons extended, walking witht hem casually. THey both walk up to the bartender and ask for water. The bartender throws his hands up, wondering why there was an AA convention in town, then went in the back. Wedge didn't get the joke, Biggs just laughed. They looked over at Eric, the Demon. Biggs spoke up, "Hey, Deman! (demon/human lol) So do you think you should go see Jensen? She has the power to heal the posessed you know... might be able to do something about your little curse there!"

"You do know that if you make fun of my arm it will get to know you much better," Eric says as the nano-steel begens to form around every part of the arm

"Threatening them, are you?" Bane tensed. "Your darkness is ended! If you refuse exorcism, then I shall Purify you with fire." He released the safety on his pistol.

"Hey, whoa!" biggs says, backing off, "What's the deal? I wasn't making fun of it, I was saying you can get help!"

"How 'bout I just shoot both of you, save each of you the trouble. I'm tired of listening to this bullshit." The man grumbles, crossing his large, muscular arms across his chest.

Eric by this time had his Glock in his hand and had the safty off and aimeed at Bane "Then we both die. I've got nothing to lose. My sister thinks I'm dead. And she will always," Eric says "And if you think I want to pull this triger and end your life your wrong."

"Regret. That's not like your kind." Bane stated. "What is you trick now, Demon?" His guns never wavered. He commented over his shoulder to the man behind him. "This is not your fight, but I shall still attempt to protect you, for you obviously do not understand the Evil we face."

"Son, I've killed more than my fair share of demons, vampires, and assorted Hellspawn. This guy's just a punk compared to what I've faced." He loosens his guns in their underarm holsters.

"You fear a older brother that was looking out for millions when he entered a demon relem to seal a portal," Eric says "I got this arm because of what I did. You think I like it. I only keep it so I can remember what I did to earn this."

Bane snapped back to the unknown man. "As have I, but none is to be dismissed... for then you will die." His eyes narrowed. "Explain." he demanded of the pseudo-demon.

Biggs, in the background, butts in again, "That's why I suggest you get that thing removed from you! The Demon spirit I mean... My scanner shows there are two of them inside you, Eric, fighting each other for control."

The Talking Pet was concentrating on the thought waves of the people on board the station, as the Ur-Quan had told it to. He wanted to know what was going on currently without being seen by too many. The Talking Pet probed many beings, he even probed the self appointed crimelord, but the beings the Ur-Quan wanted it to focus on were in a bar. The situation there was... Unusual. The Ur-Quan wanted to observe it, learn from it. Demons, psychics... An ideal situation to observe, yes. More knowledge on things they do not yet know in this "reality", dimension, whatever one wants to call it.

The Talking Pet is of a species that once was the most mentally powerful and evil beings in the Ur-Quan know of. They have lost their sentience and are more or less harmless now. They translate words, even thoughts. They do whatever the Ur-Quan tell them to do. A discreet scan should not be detected by anyone.

"I ain't gonna take talk like that from some fella who calls himself 'Bane'. Son, like I said before, I ain't someone you wanna piss off, unless you wanna leave this station in a pine box." He says, standing.

OOC: Phalanix might remeber this guy, from the Terrorist Attacks in Roania thread.

Bane was becoming slightly perturbed, maybe even irritated. "I don't call myself "Bane". That name was assigned to me when I took my burden. "Now, may I suggest you sit down, while you are still removed from this situation."

OOC:I remember. Time for someone he met there befor it closes to enter. Remember that RS :twisted:

Eric just lowers his pistol and stands there "You want to shoot me shoot me," Eric says

"Was that a threat?" The man says, his left foot sliding back slightly.

OOC: Trust me, he isn't a guy you want to screw with, demon hunter or not.

Lt. Riev finally reached the bar, where all commotion was starting. When he entered, he saw Bane in a three way standoff with two other men. Biggs and Wedge were near, guns ready. The bartender was about to call security again. "Shit." was all he said, pullin out his radio. "Argus, we have a situation in the Afterburner Bar. I need a squad... no, three, down here now! Things are about to get messy."

She smirked slightly, "Now come on, did he really deserve that? What would your nephew think?" she says, idly playing with her collapsed staff weapon, now off her belt clip.

*Davik shrugged cooly.*

Davik: "What my nephew doesn't know, won't hurt him. 'Sides, the alien scum tried to rip me off."

*He grabs a bottle of Trasian made wine off a nearby shelf. There was no sign of desperation in his voice. He played his role perfectly, confidently.*

Davik: "Would you pay forty credits for this crap?"

Eric just stands there and puts his pistol on the bar. "So are you going to shoot me and "purify" me?" Eric says "Or do I get to walk out of here and try and live my life?"

Bane cocked his head at the Demon. He lowered his pistol carefully, but didn't holster it. "You aren't like the others. What is your angle?"

Riev, in the door, relaxed, but then he saw the other man in a combat stance. Bane! He thought, hoping the man would hear his thoughts. He's going to attack! Riev wished, for one of the few times in his life, that he had Bane's abilities.

Bane heard the thoughts ring clear. I know. He projected to the normal soldier. I heard the wish to. Trust me, you don't. Bane waited.

Biggs smiled to the Mercenary Soldier, and gestured that he should sit this one out... Oh to see this argument from Biggs or Wedge's view. Their sensor packages fed information directly into their brains... seeing not only normal vision, but thermal, EM, and Spiritual simlutaneously... the spiritual sensors were a new development, made especially for the Red Dragon conflict. With them, they could easily tell, by a color-coding gradient, how polarized a spirit was... an average spirit appeared a dark blue, good spirits appeared a gray-to-white, and dark spirits were colored a deep red. The brightness on the sensors showed how powerful the spirit was... and this was certainly an odd sight. Eric registered as both dark Blue and a Dark Red... very odd... and Bane... well the sensor was going crazy... he kept shifting around, but either way, he was very bright.

"I have no angle," Eric says as he sits back down "I only do my missions."

Jensen raised an eyebrow, then laughed quickly..."well... I guess this is nothing unusual... guess I should stay out of this. Just be considerate and clean up your mess..." she began to walk off towards the Afterburner, where something was definately going down... she extended her staff weapon and held it idly.

"Missions?" Bane asked. "What is your alliegence?"

*Davik smirked as Jansen left.*

Davik: "Smart girl."

*With that he went about cleaning up his mess, mopping up the blood with the vendors own clothes and stuffing the body into a large create that used to hold various alcoholic beverages. Taking out a marker, he writes 'Trash. Dispose of by means of incinerator.' on the side in basic, then set the box out where one of the station workers would collect it and take it to be disposed of.*

Davik: "The others should get the hint."

*Dusting his hands off, Davik grabbed a bottle of vodka.*

Davik: "Don't mind if I have one on the house, do you?"

*He asked the dead vendor in the box.*

Davik: "I can? Why, thank you."

*Popping the top, he strides out into the mall level, drinking the vodka straight from the bottle.*

"To my home," Eric says "Phalanix. And my comanding officer General Phoenix Maxwell."

The TSD shuttles dock and 3 TSD Troopers and a TSD Colonel step off the first craft, the other remains behind

they go to the nearest bar

Jensen almost runs into one of the Trasian officer. "Not you guys again... how many times do we have to kick your butt?" she says, thinking they are more spies.

TSD colonel:stand aside, your interferering with a TSD invstegation.

*Davik wonders aimlessly about the mall level, stopping here and there. He worked special assignments for Crimeboss Kuro, and Dolby before him, and Brentek before Dolby. Davik hadn't made up his mind about the new cat on the crimelord scene, Kuro. Sure, he was one of Dolby's most trusted lieutenants, but Davik had never meet the guy. He smirked at his own pun. Browsing over a selection of glasswares from a vendor now under Kuro's protection, Davik purchased a beautiful unicorn figurine made entirely out of colored glass and had the item giftwrapped. Paying for the item, Davik takes the giftwrapped figurine under one arm while holding the vodka bottle in his other hand.*

"Of what, exactly?" she says, holding her staff vertically, idly, twitching her finger across a button, "Your last guys came in and killed a bunch of guys and detonated an EMP bomb... then they ran off and self destructed in their shuttle, that's all we know."

TSD Colonel:They where renagades, they where suppost to be in the Pollux system,not here. now stand aside

The TSD officer and troopers move on

((OOC: *Debates weither I should have Davik butt in or not.* Ermmm... Action Pending Further Investigation!))

Director Jensen sidesteps into their way and stomps her staff lightly as it lands. "I can't in my best interest allow you to do that without knowing WHAT you are looking for."

EDIT: Typoes :)

TSD Colonel:we are looking around, we can sense where they have been, all Trasians leave a certian smell that can ID them. the smell is strong here, very strong.... now excuse me we have work to do and i am thirsty.


the Trasians once again walk around the woman adn head to the Bar

Eric just grumbles and grabs his gun again and places it in his holster and begens to walk towards the bar's exit. He stops suddenly and holds his head as a extremly sharp pain stabs through his head

Bane nodded to the Demon. "Odd, you are not of the Shadow... I have never met a Demon not consumed by the Stain. Tell me of this General Maxwell."

OOC:He's not a people person. EDIT: Didn't see Phalinix post.

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Riev pulled out his radio again. "Well, looks like Bane didn't go postal this time. Cancel the squads." He turned around, leaned on a wall. Then he saw the TSD soldiers. "Shit." He toggled the radio. "No, I will need the squads. TSD just showed up."

He walked over, stepped beside the Director. "Is there a problem here?" he asked innocently, ready to fling his holdout.

Bane saw the Demon freeze, as if in pain. "Now what?"

TSD colonel:We are investegating the 2 renagade Spies, excuse us

they walk inside the bar

Davik: "Best just let them go."

*Davik said outloud to Jansen as the Trasian officer tries to walk around her. He was leaned up against the wall, a giftwrapped item under his arm, and the bottle of vodka half-empty by now.*

Davik: "In my life I've learned it's best to just stay out of things not directly involving you."

OOC:Ignore my last post then

"Phoenix is 15% vampire and a true hero. He placed the lives of his squad over his in a massive combat mission which lost almost 99% of his squad," Eric says

"Vampire? Demons? And you are not of the Shadow? What kind of reality spawned this contortion? How is this possible?" Bane demanded. "Those races are Stained with the Shadow. They seek to destroy life as part of their nature."

"Then explain a vampire Joshua Maxwell putting the life of his sister befor his imortal one," Eric says

Riev was jostled aside as the TSD pushed past, into the bar. He followed them, waiting for his squad to show. He glanced back at Jensen and Davik, held up his hands in a gesture of the futility of this.

Bane questioned, "Was she a vampire as well? Then it was part of the cause to destroy others."

"She is human," Eric says "Just as his other sister is."

the colonel speaks into a communications device


Colonel:Jau: iao vi Iron Fist huashf sio sprinnial


Captian needat: Ha safs ais ajg loar af
*Translation*


Colonel: Kioa to Iron Fist i have information sir

Captian Needat:Not now Kioa, i am busy right now contact me later

*Posting for Capsule*
Jensen watched the TSD push past, her grip tightened on the staff, reisisting the urge to crack their skulls.
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*Posting for Me*
Bane blinked. He isn't lying! Amazing, How can this be? He holstered his weapon. "You will have to explain how this came to be. where I am from, the Demons are destroying all that is good, leaving a wake of terror, and only the Fleet stands between them and countless billions they would murder at the altars of their dark gods."

"In Phalanix. There are about 10 peopel who have vampire/demon DNA and they are not very popular. For the population hates demons," Eric says

Jensen walks by, overhearing talk about DNA and demons and such, and interjects, "Demon DNA? Hah, that's such a Terran form of thinking... Just because one has vampires or demons in their genes, does not make them a demon... You guys need to start thinking on a much deeper scale. DNA is nothing but a construction blueprint for proteins. A person's real identity lies in their Spirit Coding. Sure, you can try to prove that their "essence" lies in a pattern of electrical firings in one's brain... but that's not it at all. Man... if only you could see as I can.,.. then you can see people... or demons... for what they really are. Especially you, demon hunter," she says, glaring at Bane, "You since a demon and you immediately take out your weapon.. but you just can't see that poor eric is fighting a battle within him, and that he is dominant... here, look." she says, whipping out a datapad and pressing a few buttons, tying it into her sensors on her weapon. She hands the datapad to Bane, showing a live picture of Eric... and a red spike running down his demon arm, but the rest of him is blue. She points out that there is a purple area in the middle... over his heart... the two are fighting constantly.

Bane rolled his eyes. "I don't care about genetic codes, but I have yet to encounter one who wasn't bent on annihilating everything good and innocent. Unitl I am proven wrong, and probably still after, I will shoot first, ask later. That way, if I'm wrong, they're dead. If I'm right, I'm not."

Reiv stepped forward. "Maybe I can explain where he's coming from. We've been fighting our war for millenia against the Shadow. They've been decimating and enslaving races for far before that. Maybe the demon race was once good, but now they are completely corrupted by the Shadow, evil and soulless. We tried to redeem them at several points, but we were always burned by it. They've slaughtered billions of beings across multiple realities. In the Corps and Fleet, we've fought them, battled them. But Bane is a Rifter, a man who exists in multiple time/space locations. He has confronted their Dreadlords face to face, he has entered their warmachine, and even their minds. He has seen their depravity on a personal level, every day of his life. He has been forced to destroy innocent colonies on the verge of Shadow corruption. All this, without thanks, with fear, heading towards his inevitable demise. Live that... then try to love the creatures that destroyed everything you were."

"Well I hope you don't feel that way if you ever come across any of the 'stolen.' ...The 'stolen' are those who have been posessed... not demons by birth, but posessed by demonic parasites that overpower their weak, average spirits, making them strong slavesmen to the Red Dragon. I have been given the power to strip those parasites of their power. So before you go off slaughtering every 'stolen' out there, think about the fact that they are MY friends. If we destroy the Red Dragon's powers, they will all be freed. So I urge you to limit the killing blows."

She looked down at her weapon, then back at up at him. "Tell you what, I'll see if I can't get you a scanner you can wear on an eyepiece... because chances are that most of the demons you will run into these days will be 'stolen,' and I do not want to see you kill any of them that you don't have to. Got it?"

Bane grimaced slightly. "This Red Dragon is different. It is a parasite, not the Shadow. I would not kill a being enslaved unless I had to, but if I have to I will, and without anything close to what you deem remorse. There is little room for compassion in the battles I've fought, and I fought enough to know how to win. I'll take that scanner, but I will act as I see fit, I will not ask permission, and I will not ask forgiveness. I am already lost."

Reiv translated. "He means, okay." He winced. "Any of you got a regen medipack? This is getting painful."

"Yet I already know I'm fighting the battle in me. And it is growing stronger with in time," Eric says "I have been fighting for 15 years now. Yet my sister Alice thinks I died in a massive space batle. Hey have you herd of Alice Lancer?"

Jensen smiles and nods, "I figured as much... Thanks Bane."

Biggs smirked in response to Eric's question. "Yeah, word on CapsuLink is that she and that sick faggot Lloyd were causing a lot of trouble on the Overseer... I dunno what's up with them... but it sounds like someone I don';t wanna be within 10 miles of. The link says that She is actually still onboard the Overseer, actually."

"Let me know if you are about to lose." Bane stated cheerfully.

Riev smacked his forehead. "He's making a joke."

Bane glanced over. "I'm serious."

"Let's pretend you're joking."

"Fine, delude yourself."

"Been doing it for twenty-five years. Why stop now?"

"Try going back about 15 years and look up Eric Lancer," Eric says

Biggs thought to himself for a moment... "Nope, Can't get anything, it says "see Jacen Capsule," and most of that is either classified, or back at the main network at Triton City."

"Alice and Eric both knew Jacen. Try looking up the mecha fight aswell. The one with the massive explosion of one of the mecha," Eric says

"Nah, Jacen was just a kid back then! You're thinking of his Father, jared... his memories most definately are not on the link... at least not here in the galactic core."

"But do you know anything about the mecha fight where the pilot was sent flying," Eric says

Jensen smiled at Riev's comment. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but my cscanner shows that bane is definately not as bad as he makes himself sound. He's perfectly neutral, just powerful. At least, at his current state."

Biggs shook his head, "Naah man, not much, that was what... like 20, 30 years ago? You must have been out a lot longer than you thought."

Bane shrugged. "I do what I must. I do what the others cannot, for the eventual end of the Shadow."

Riev nodded. "Well, I say we try to end this madness and get my arm fixed! I, for one, am sick and tired of bombs, shootouts, and boarding parties. How about we all get plastered and pass out in our puke? How about that? Less dangerous."

Jensen laughs, "No thanks man, I don't keep my immune system purified just so i can go and try to poison it... the ammount of alcohol it would take to get me drunk would be a fraction less than a lethal dose," she says with a wink. "As for your arm, there's an infirmary less than a block from here."

"Damn...30 years," Eric says "It has been to long." He looks down at his human arm and looks at a long scar on his forarm.

"Thank God!" Riev declared, marching himself down to the infirmaray.

Bane stood in the corner, staring at the bar. He walked over popped a panel off, removed a grenade launcher. He inspected it. "Anyone want a toy?"

One of the Marines tried to run after Lt Riev, yelling something about, "That psycho's got an explosive!"

Bane shrugged. "Well, figured there'd be something there for defense." He then helped himself to the fine wine collection, storing them for later barter.

Jensen smiles, and takes Riev's seat, pulling her Shotgun off her back, and patting the deactivated weapon lightly. "I got enough explosives right here... I have Buckshot shells, Slugs, and Anti-Matter shells."

Another Marine goes running for Riev, yelling about, "She's gone loopy, too!"

Bane was now blatantly looting the back room.

"Thank you," Eric says "30 years is far to long."

Jensen laughs, "Loopy? I'm probably the only sane one here!"
Biggs kicked her stool lightly, "Pssh, you? Sane? Carrying a heavy Shotgun through a mall... right."

"Anyway, I'm sure we can access your files when we get back home, Eric."

"Why did you call me that?" Eric asks "I havn't even told you my name."

*Davik, seeing as how this had nothing to do with him, left. He vanished into a crowd and seemed to disappear from the level.*

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Kuro's Private Chambers...
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*Kuro frowned as the door to his room was opened with a woosh.*

Kuro: "How many times must I tell, do NOT enter my..."

*He started scolding the guard as he stood, but stopped when he saw not his guard, but a human standing there, a plasma pistol in one hand aimed at him.*

Kuro: "Lemme guess, you must be an assassin?"

*The human smirked and strode up to Kuro, jamming the barrel of the pistol under Kuro's chin.*

???: "Something like that. There are those who disagree with your rise to power."

Kuro: "Such a thing is to be expected. Tell me, who sent you?"

*Kuro was surprisingly calm for someone who had a Plasma Pistol stuck to his chin.*

???: "That's none of your concern. Now die."

*The assassin's fingered twitched. Kuro, having better eyesight then most, saw the man's finger tighening on the trigger, and with cat-like reflexes he tilted his head to one side and brought one hand to seize the other's, holding the pistol in place as he fired a shot straight up through the air where Kuro's head had been seconds ago. Kuro smashed his head into the Assassin's face, prying the pistol loose from the man's grip as he went tumbling down.*

Kuro: "Your first mistake was getting close to me. Your second was not killing me when you had the chance. And your third and most fatal mistake... WAS TRYING TO KILL ME!!!"

*Fear was etched on the man's face as Kuro pointed the pistol at him and fired. He shot the man again and again, emptying the battery pack in the human's corpse. Afterwards, he called one of his goons to come in and clean up the mess.*

"Why did you call me that?" Eric asks "I havn't even told you my name.""You said you were Alice's Brother... Alice's profile we have... it says her brother was Eric... I assumed that was you... but we don't really have much of a file for you, that's what I was trying to say."

the TSD Colonel smells the sent of the first spy by a bulkhead,


TSD colonel:Sargent, the EMP devise was planted here, it was activated about 12 seconds later



a TSD sargent puts that down on his PADD

Eric just stood up once more and asks himself "I wonder if he will remember me?"

Biggs begins to wonder what those Trasian idiots are up to, and keeps an eye in the back of his head on them at all times.

Jensen leans over the counter towards Bane. "Hey, what exactly are you up to? Looking for more water?" she says with a laugh.

Outside the station, a small shuttle approached bearing no markings. It docked with the station, its hatch opening inside the bay. A man stepped out, checked the small pistol in his shirt. It was ceramic, fired a single laser pulse. His suitcase held the parts to an assassins weapons. He smiled, adjusted his cap. Payback time.

Eric just stood up once more and asks himself "I wonder if he will remember me?""Jared? Of course he will... but he's 30,000 light years from here... kinda hard to get a message from him."

"You want to know what happened at that mecha fight 30 years ago?" Eric asks as he rolls up his shirt's sleave.

Bane shook his head. "Aquiring supplies for a barter at a later time. Some of these wines and liquors are pretty old. They might hold some value to some person at some point..."

Again, the Marines wished Reiv would get back and control the maniac.

the TSD Colonel senses that he's being watched


Colonel (wisper) :sargent, there is sombody watching us, i can feel it, tell the others that we are done fonow, go get yourselves a drink. i am going back to the shuttle

the colonel leaves and heads for the shuttle while the 3 Troopers head for the Bar

When Eric began talking, Bane's attention focused there. Although he gave no sign of doing anything but pillaging the bar, he was recording every word Eric said into his incredible mind.

Jensen smirks, "that's illegal you know..."

((OOC: Hmmm... Not much for me to do... ^^;; Time to bring in muh nuteral/other main chara? Meebe...))

"Yes. I know." He continued looting, popping open the register.

"We can just sell off parts of my nano-steel armor," Eric says "It will regenerate on it's own."

"Nice, nice..." Bane declared, getting into the credit listings. "Oh look, identities!"

OOC: Just waltz right in. And don't stop building the others... it can tie in later. :)

Jensen wipes a hand over the register and it slams itself shut, then powers down. "Please don't... that's illegal!" She reitterates, annoyingly.

Biggs taps Wedge on his shoulder with his staff weapon. Not facing the Trasians, he tells him wirelessly that the idiot inquisition is coming their way.

"Havn't you stolen enugh?" Eric asks

the Soldiers decide to go with the colonel and they jog towards to docking area and stand guard by the enterance to the shuttle bay

The unknown man walked to the Promenade deck, then headed upstairs. Entering a small office, he used a laser scalpel to slice a small hole in the plate glass window overlooking the bar. He begins assembling his rifle.

"Can we get out of here. I am not liking this," Eric says "I have a bad feeing."

Biggs and wedge laugh to themselves as the Trasians run off at the sight of the two Capsule Guards.

Jensen ignored the man in the upstairs window as if he was just another man in the building, no big deal.

The unknown man sees the TSD soldiers jooging out of the deck. He places the rifle through the hole, scopes in. He regulates his breathing, letting the German Post sight settle on the lead TSD soldier. His finger gently carresses the trigger, and a small bolt charges in the barrel. The rifle is called an EMSR. It fires pulses of ions designed to stop teh heart and fry the brain. When shot, the target simply has a stroke or heart attack, falling dead. Only after careful autopsy will the burns be revealed. The unknown man fires.

Eric suddenly falls to his knees holding his head in pure pain. "AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!" his screams echo through most of the area.

Jensen was about to say something important to Eric, but was suddenly distracted when she felt the bolt charge. She looked up quickly, only in time to follow the bolt as it shot towards the idiot inquisition (trasian soldiers)

Eric's eyes tinted red then went to there normal sliver blue color then back again. His breathing started to become deeper and deeper

Jensen then turned back to Eric. "Hey... listen... I know you're in deep pain... I can help you... but you have to let me."

Eric's eyes tinted red then went to there normal sliver blue color then back again. His breathing started to become deeper and deeper
"Hurry," he gets out befor screaming again

Bane whirled. "What's happening?" His pistols were in his hands again, but not aimed at Eric. He heard a shot outside, barely audible, even to his enhanced hearing. EMSR. Intel assassin? Why would they be here? He kept his thoughts to himself, trying to figure out what was going on in two places at once.

Jensen stands over Eric, and asks him to stand as still as possible. She places her hands on his head and runs through a series of quick prayers in her head, trying to get her powers to work.

"Now Eric, I'm not sure what exactly this will do, so be ready for anything."

Suddenly, Eric feels his body go numb on one side... devoid of spirit for a short moment... the numbness would go away in time. She lifted her hands off his head just as he passed out and collapsed onto the floor. In her hand, she held a red-glowing ball... not visible to humans, but visible with her scanners... a compressed demon spirit. She dropped the ball into a glass of water nearby, and placed her hands on top. She said one more quick prayer out loud, and the water purified itself, including the spirit, which quickly turned blue and then scampered off into nothingess... it would bother no one now.

Bane nodded. "Nice trick. Good for controlled friendlies." he clinked his pistols together. "But these are easier." He paused. "Not that I'm endorsing killing Eric... I'm just making a general statement." He walked to the window, checking outside. "I'll make sure no one bothers us."