NationStates Jolt Archive

Biggs and Wedge and Jensen all looked up again. "Well, at least my gift works... we should be very thankful, to that Guardian, and to God.... As for Eric, I'm sure he will be allright soon, I couldn't get it all out of him, his spirit has been infected a little bit, but a good chunk of it is gone now. Now, what was up with that ion-pulse weapon i just saw? Should we go after the firer?"

*In the void of space, a small personal space shiop glided towards Avaice Station. The vessel looked to be custom made, very unique. Most likely a one of a kind, a rarity in this age of mass production. Inside the ship was a single teenaged female, extremely smart for her age if somewhat ditzy and scatterbrained. This vessel was one of her own designs, built by private constructors. Currently, she had the artifical gravity switched off. As her ship neared Avarice Station, it broadcasted a message to the dock master, requesting permission to dock. Ariel, the sole crew member, floated in zero G in front of the exit hatch, trying to eat a late breakfast and dress herself at the same time. A tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush floated near her, as well as a cup of coffee, the hot liquid pilling out into the gravity less space above the cup.*

Ariel: "This is what I get for waiting until the last minute to get dressed! Argh!"


((OOC: HERE (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/compsys.jpg) is a pic of Ariel, as my RP skill suck so much I rely on image files to describe what my chara looks like. V_V For Star Wars fans, Ariel's ship, the Oni Matta, looks alot like a cross of a Sith Intercepter and an X-wing. That is, it has the body of the Interceptor, but the wings of an X-Wing. Freaky arse cross mix, I know, but it's unique, much like Ariel. Who, by the way, is independently wealthy.))

Bane shook his head. "Negative." He said no more. "Just try to help him recover." He headed out the door, into the station.

OOC: Pics:

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jensen.jpg
Jensen


http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/Biggs.jpg
Biggs (someone, please point out the humor in the pic I chose ;) )


http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/wedge.jpg
Wedge

((OOC: You know, I was thinking something more along the lines of Biggs and Wedge from Final Fantasy VIII.))

((OOC: You know, I was thinking something more along the lines of Biggs and Wedge from Final Fantasy VIII.))OOC: I was too, kinda, but I can't find any good pics... biggs and wedge from FFVI would be better... but, I used the pic of Wedge from the star wars comics for biggs... lol (how screwed up is that) If you can find any renders of a Biggs and Wedge duo, let me know!

((OOC: You know, I was thinking something more along the lines of Biggs and Wedge from Final Fantasy VIII.))OOC: I was too, kinda, but I can't find any good pics... biggs and wedge from FFVI would be better... but, I used the pic of Wedge from the star wars comics for biggs... lol (how screwed up is that) If you can find any renders of a Biggs and Wedge duo, let me know!


((OOC: Will do! ^_^ Say, what do you think of Ariel and the Oni Matta?))


*The dock master came back, granting her permission to dock. The four wings, forming a shape of an X when fully extended, closed to form two, and the vessel docked with the station. Artifical gravity kicked in, and Ariel landed on her rear with a soft thud. Her cup of coffee falls, shattering and splashing coffee everywhere.*

Ariel: "Oof! Oh, man! Now I got coffee on my favorite skirt! And I looked so good in it too!"

*Standing up and brushing a hand over her skirt where the coffee had splashed on her, Ariel keys in the open keyphrase on the small keypad next to the exit hatch. The hatch spins open, a ramp extending from under the ship to allow Ariel to exit. Walking out of the ship, she streaches her arms above her head, her bra showing through her unbottoned shirt.
*She goes through a quick set of mild exercises on the spot, then calmly walks the rest of the way down.*

Ariel: "Hey, is there any place I can go to get this coffee stain cleaned off my skirt?"

*She asked a passing dock worker.*

Dock worker: "Um... I wouldn't know. I just got here a few days ago."

*Ariel pouts.*

Ariel: "Oh... I see... Well, thanks anyways!"

*She waves and then dashes off.*


((OOC2: Ariel is 16 years. Very little is known about her past besides the fact that she's smart, very wealthy, and single. Her home world, family, and the like is a total mystery. Likewise, she only ventures forth her first name.))

The Ur-Quan was still there, waiting for the CC ships to leave. No one had detected the Talking Pet's probing. The Ur-Quan Kohr-Ah knew exactly what was going on there. In several locations. It is not like he would tempt fate by going anywhere from the vicinity of his ship, and he would continue using the Talking Pet to probe the thoughts, the words of others. He observed how the demonic entity was forcibly removed from Eric's body. Interesting. Interesting indeed. Although he did not even know that there were demons here. Now he does.

There is a small risk that someone would "feel" the Pet, but still, that is a very limited risk.The Talking Pet is a powerful telepath in its own right, even if it is not sentient. So powerful, that a single sentient Talking Pet has been known to be able to enslave an entire species with its mental powers.

OOC: That pet thing may be going a little far ;)

IC: The Capsule Ships were definately not going anywhere fast... the CCSS Overseer had a gaping hole in its bottomside, and several systems were still inoperational. The damage read as follows:

Damage/Repair Report: CCSS Overseer: Moroni Class

PLAMA ENGINES: GO/REPAIRED
RCS THRUSTERS: GO/REPAIRED
ION ENGINES: GO/REPAIRED
CHLOROPHUSION POWER CORE: OFFLINE/NOT CONNECTED
MAIN POWER CONDUITS: NOGO/REPAIRING
HYPERDRIVE X6: OFFLINE/REPAIRING
HYPERFOLD MK. III: NOGO/NOHERE/???/DISCONNECTED/MISSING
AUX POWER CONDUITS: GO/REPAIRED
WEAPONS SYSTEMS: GO/REPAIRED
DEFLECTOR SHIELDS: NOGO

Jensen sighed to herself after reading the current report. She couldn't leave, because her ship rode along with the Patriarch.. the patriarch couldn't leave because it had to tow the Overseer... and the overseer couldn't go until it was repaired a little more.

She began scanning the CapsuleLink for informationon known locations of "Guardians." The CC needed more "spirit weaponry" if they were going to have any chance of winning this imminent war.

Nothing... she signed again... this meant one thing... she would have to resort to asking Bane...

An explosion rattled nearby. High Inquisitor David Masterson swore. He cursed the day he had been sent to Avarice. "I need a break." He sat back down.

"Correction. I need a break, a decent meal, an intelligent conversation and a woman. In reverse order." He sighed. Oh, David. Just the man we needed. Be a good fellow and see if these rumors of slavery at Avarice are true, there's a good chap.

OOC: What's up mr. postmaster-General lol (roania and phalanix)

OOC: I wouldn't be surprised if half of our posts contained expressions of undying hatred to eachother.

Still, after I failed miserably in my last attempt to destroy Phalanix, I gave up. Much easier to work with them.

I'm investigating slavery on Avarice station. And my Inquisitor has orders to kill all involved.

IC: David wandered into the pub. He slammed his fist on the table. "Get me the strongest drink you have."

((OOC: Kuro dabbles in slavery! If it's illegal and turns a profit, Kuro gots a hand in it. A benefit of being a crime lord. ^_^))


*Ariel wondered around the station, taking in all the sights.*

Ariel: "Whoooaaaa..."

*She was, of course, lost beyond words.*

Ariel: "I need a guide, or something like that."

*She said to herself as she took an elevator to a random floor, trying to find a place that could clean her skirt.*

OOC: Then his life expectancy can now be measured in seconds. Anyone around to interact with David?

OOC: Then his life expectancy can now be measured in seconds. Anyone around to interact with David?

((OOC: Kuro is no push over, mind you. He's lived through many a would be assassin. ^_^
Depends, I can have my NPC Davik run into David, or my alt chara Ariel run into him. Where is David?))

OOC: How many assassins are equipped with HOPLITE3 power armor, several weaponary rings, and an RA-100?

I think he'd be more amenable to a woman, even if she is a catperson.

((OOC Ahem! Ariel: Age: 16, human female. Smarter then most people three times her age, independently wealthy, and single. HERE (http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-8/338831/compsys.jpg) is her piccy. Her personality is listed as ditzy, scatterbrained, and neither good nor evil.
By the way, that isn't an assassin, that's a one man death squad. :P))


*Ariel soon found herself in a pub. She wonder up towards the bar.*

Ariel: "Glass of milk, if you will."

*She asked the guy behind the bar, who looked at her. She was obviously way too young to drink alcohol. Noticing the type of crowd she was in, she clears her throat and tries to sound tough.*

Ariel: "In a dirty cup!"

OOC: Thank you. I do my best. :twisted:

IC: David looked at her askance. "What on... whatever God forsaken rock this is built on, are you doing?" He held the bartender in his gaze. "Give the girl a lemonade, in a clean glass."

He turned to her. "Child, what are you doing up so late?"

((Sorry if this is a double post. Curse these forums!))

*Ariel yelped.*

Ariel: "Hey! I want milk! Not lemonade!"

*She then turns her attention to David.*

Ariel: "I'm not a child! I have my own ship, and I'm probably smarter then half the command crew of this station! Not to mention five times richer then the whole lot of 'em put together! Oops!"

*She covered her mouth. Bragging about her money probably wasn't a good idea.*

David looked around. He saw many people reaching for weapons. "In God's name..." He slid his sword out of his sheathe. "In the name of the father, the son and the spirit, I command you, good people, to leave this child alone."

A bottle bounced off his helmet. "What o we care about your poncy religion?"

"Very well. Then as an Inquisitor of the Most Holy Principality, I have no choice..." He drew his weapon. A laser blast shot forward and into the man. David spread his cape around Ariel.

There was a bright light, and the two of them disappeared.

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High above, in one of the nicer areas of the station, David threw Ariel to the ground. "For someone who claims to be smart, you almost got yourself killed!"

EDITED: :evil:

((OOC: Hmmm... Who is Alice?

*Ariel blinks as the man disappears with another girl.*

Ariel: "Um... Okay..."

lol))

((OOC: Hmmm... Who is Alice?

*Ariel blinks as the man disappears with another girl.*

Ariel: "Um... Okay..."

lol))

You know what I meant :x

You know what I meant :x

((OOC: lol! I know. I'm just being a pain. :P))


*Ariel looks up at the man.*

Ariel: "I am smart. It isn't my fault everyone else is too stupid to realize that killing me wouldn't get them my money, it's safely stored away in a bank."

*She gets to her feet, her shirt falling slipping down one shoulder a bit. She extends one hand.*

Ariel: "I'm Ariel."

Eric lay on the floor not moving barely breathing. His demon arm was gone and he looked like a normal human once more yet inside he was still part demon. Only his flesh had been altered. He slowly started to move again. Slowly at first trying to feel for his arm

the TSD colonel looks out his window, he decides that he should go to the local Bar to get somthing to drink, maby they will have Trasian Wine


he get's up and starts to walk

the TSD colonel looks out his window, he decides that he should go to the local Bar to get somthing to drink, maby they will have Trasian Wine


he get's up and starts to walkOOC: pssst... hey man... one of your guys got shot at ;) we've been waiting for you to react!

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.:)

Bane walked through the station, a trail of chaos behind him. He really didn't so much walk as glide, sliding forward on a ripple of his cloak, his booted feet emerging at regular intervals. He walked past a balcony, only to see a man and small girl appear.

The man spoke, "For someone who claims to be smart, you almost got yourself killed!"

The girl responded, "I am smart. It isn't my fault everyone else is too stupid to realize that killing me wouldn't get them my money, it's safely stored away in a bank."

Most people would definately worry when two people appeared right in front of them from thin air, but Bane wasn't most people. He took note of both of them. There was no Stain on them. Bane nodded to them, "Good day." And proceeded on, searching for the shooter.

Riev stepped out of the infirmary. His arm was fixed, but his head was still pounding. He saw three Marines running at him, declaring multiple horrendous things. Riev shrugged. He headed to the bar, saw that it was still standing, and relaxed even more. He entered.

the TSD colonel looks out his window, he decides that he should go to the local Bar to get somthing to drink, maby they will have Trasian Wine


he get's up and starts to walkOOC: pssst... hey man... one of your guys got shot at ;) we've been waiting for you to react!

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.:)


the First Trooper falls onto the ground but the others quickly take cover and start to call in reinforcements on their communication devises

The unknown man fires once, then pulls back. He know the rules of his game. One shot. That's all you'll have. He quickly runs scans of his area as he disassembles his rifle. Finding the site "Clean", he falls back into the station's recesses. He has a more important task at hand...

from the hangerbay about 12 more Troopers rush to the area, they start to block it off from civilians and investegate what happened


TSD colonel: Stay back people, this is a crime seen. nobody touch the body.

Eric slowly stood up. His left hand slid along his right arm feeling for the demon impressions. They were gone. "Holy shit it worked," he says under his breath. "Now lets get the hell out of here," he says as he grabs his NP Plasma sword in his healed right hand

The man reaches a docking bay. With all the confusion, security is running everywhere. TSD soldiers are swarming the Promenade, security is trying to get control. There is chaos there. The outer station is almost abandoned. The unknown man smiles. Perfect. I love herd dynamics. He reaches a computer system, pulls up a local law enforcement listing, scans the data into his implanted memory bank. Local crime boss killed. Power vacuum? Rivals fighting it out? This is a perfect gift! The man smiles. A Neko named Kuro is believed behind several killings of local venders. The investigation was cancelled. My, my, that reeks of police bribery. Still... it could have its benefits. The man hacks into the database in Tower Four, looking for the previous crime bosses most reliable men. There. These were his avatars...

The man closed the terminal and moved on. This Kuro fellow was about to receive some unexpected help in his power seizure...

OOC:there are currently 40 Troopers in the Hanger by tehir shuttles, 14 in the promonade and 1 TSD colonel with the body trying to get the killers sent

OOC:So who is at the bar right now. Just in case anyone left.

OOC;there is only 2 TSD troopers in the Bar,

OOC: Eric, Riev, Jensen, Biggs, Wedge, Merc Soldier. Outside there's a TSD Colonel and a body, plus a crowd staring at it because he just fell dead... there's no hole. On upper level, Bane, Inquistitor, Aeris. Shuttle rim: Unknown man. Kuro and Davik: Probabaly Tower Four, but i dunno.

OOC:Well now that Eric looks fully human this should be good
IC: Eric looked around the bar. His cloak of shadows had formed once more around him. It waved as a slight rush of air entered the bar. It sprayed the walls with shadows that started to eat away at them slowly

the TSD order the crowd to move away from the scen while They move the body to the Iron Fist


TSD Trooper:MOVE ALONG PEOPLE! nothing to see here

"Unless you count me," Eric says under his breath as he begens walking towards the door his cloak still driping shadows that are no longer eating away at the ground.

OOC:Later lunch is almost over

Promenade deck ceiling...

The roof of the deck was vaulted, rising five stories above the balconies. Below this was maze of support gridwork and cross beams, plus the brilliant lights illuminating the mall. If you looked straight up, you would be blinded by the glow. Part of the roof was cut open, hidden behind these beams. The unknown man lay on the beam, his rifle barely peaking over the corner.

His breathing halted for a second. Without even a hiss, the gun fired. A man in a suit, walking through the Promenade, dropped dead on the spot, his bodyguards breaking stride and attempting to figure out what was happening, threatening random passerbiers. The unknown man pulled himself back into the ceiling, covered his hole, and strode away with the rifle in his suitcase. One rival down... He started to whistle a tune.

the TSD troops run back to the shuttle with the dead trooper.


the colonel stays behind and informs the station manager that there has been a assasination and one of his men go killed

((OOC: Kuro is in Tower Four. Davik… Haven't decided where he is yet. And it's Ariel. ARIEL! A-R-I-E-L!! Not Alice, not Areis, not Ashanta, not Alisa, not Areith, and not Areo, although it does sound a lot like her name.))

*Kuro was in the chamber beyond his private chambers, a row of his guards before him.*

Kuro: "What the hell do I pay you idiots for?! To keep things like this from happening! How the hell did this happen?"

Guard: "I… Fell asleep."

*A Rodian guard said. There was a blur of movement from Kuro, and the Rodian fell, two throwing daggers stuck in it's forehead.*

Kuro: "I will NOT stand for incompetence! You will never allow something like this to happen again, cause if it does, then I will personally kill all of you! Now get out of my sight before I lose my temper!"

*The assembled guards, a mixture of various aliens and humans, all flee. Davik steps from the shadows.*

Davik: "You wanted to see me?"

Kuro: "Yes. I need you to find out who hired that assassin. Find him or her, kill them and anyone who gets in your way."

*The big Mandalorian grinned widely.*

Davik: "With pleasure!"

Kuro: "I'll arrange for one of the security teams on my payroll to provide support, just call this comm number and say where you are. The team will arrive shortly to help you take down the scum."

*Kuro hands the other man a slip of paper with a number on it. Davik pockets this.*

Davik: "Got ya."

*Davik goes to leave, but is halted by Kuro's voice.*

Kuro: "And good job with the vendors. The rest are paying their protection fees now. Expect a raise in the near future."

Davik: "You are too kind, Boss..."

*With that the tall man leaves, heading to start his investigation.*


((OOC2: Hope no one minds I've decided to model Davik after a younger version of Canderius Ordo from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic. For those who played the game, to envision Davik, just think of a younger Canderius with dark brown hair. Canderius Ordo is a Mandalorian, I suppose so is Davik, as long as no one thinks I'm stepping out of bounds.))

OOC: After the assassin, or the person who hired? Note: Class. Back soon.

OOC: For reference:

The station is huge... docking for ships 1km and under is inside the station, which is mostly hollow. The promende and mall decs etc are in the areas just below the towers. Al the big businesses etc are in the towers.

The bigger ships, like the Argus and the Star Destroyer, they're docked outside... underneath the station.

Shuttles can land basically anywhere, mostly in the main hanger, some in the towers, some in a ring at the base of the tower sections.

Just thought i'd clue you guys in.

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/avaricecity.jpg

The station is about 10km in diameter... so, it's huge... think cloud city, but bigger ;)


IC:

Jensen thought that with all the comotion going on, she should head back to her corvette and put on her armor uniform.

She headed towards the elevator, and pushed past the Idiot Inquisition as she went down. She arrived at her corvette soon after and quickly slid into her armor clothing... relatively simple, a thick energy-resistant overjacket with hard shoulder pads, over the white skin-tight jumpsuit of an equally energy-resistant material that she was already wearing. She clipped a holster onto the back of her jacket, and stuck her shotgun in the holster, then switched her staff weapon out for a heavy sensor/PSD package which she placed in the lower back compartment of her jacket. She tied her long brown hair back into a quick pony tail and left her corvette, on her way back up, but ran into the Trasians again as they headed down to their Star Destroyer.

Seeing the dead body, she raises an eyebrow, "Hey, what's with him? He have a heart attack?" she says with a hidden chuckle.

((OOC: Ah! I was thinking something more along the lines of Babalon 5. ^^;; The middle, tallest tower is Tower Four, right?))

((OOC: Ah! I was thinking something more along the lines of Babalon 5. ^^;; The middle, tallest tower is Tower Four, right?))OOC: sure, why not, we're making this up as we go lol I'm just showing you the basic area... i jkust drew a pic and put towers and a hologram on it lol

OOC: Krowemoh... who is Davik after... the assassin or the one who hired him?

OOC: sure, why not, we're making this up as we go lol I'm just showing you the basic area... i jkust drew a pic and put towers and a hologram on it lol

((OOC: lol. Mmkay. ^_^))

*Davik took an elevator down to the base of Tower four. He'd have to search the lower levels, and check with underworld contacts to see who hired the assassin. It was probably one of the other lesser crimelords. They would want to knock Kuro off for a chance at the top. But that was the obvious answer. Problems are never as simple as they appear.
*Currently, he switched out his Vibroknife for a full length Vibrosword strapped to his back. A large suitcase carried in one hand held a Heavy Repeating Blaster, the kind used to mow down lines of Infantry. One could never be too well armed when dealing with crimelords, especially ones with visions of granduer.*

OOC: Krowemoh... who is Davik after... the assassin or the one who hired him?

((OOC: The assassin is dead. Kuro killed him. Davik is after the person who hired the assassin.))

OOC: Had a brilliant (:roll:) idea.

IC: The unknown man waited in a restroom, standing behind where the door would swing a blind spot. He held a Neurostinger in his hand, waiting for that door to open. A mob boss named Filer lived here. Security had been tight, but there was always vent systems. He regulated his body to a near stasis. He would wait here for hours, if need be. So the man waited for the boss to open the door...

OOC: psst... a heavy repeating blaster, at leat the star wars kind, is really heavy lol like 70-100 lbs, not includiong the power supply! lol *is a SW freak*

IC: Wedge, on a sort of mission from biggs, followed Davik loosely, staying a good ways away, which is very possible because he could easily track Davik's every move from about 50 meters away.

He had his staff weapon deployed, but held it idly staight up. He did his best to blend in witht he crows, although there is no doubt that Davik would be able to pick him out if he was looking for him, but the masses of people and the shear distance made it easy for Wedge to just tail him.

He took the very next elevator down to Davik's current floor, a few seconds behind him.

OOC: psst... a heavy repeating blaster, at leat the star wars kind, is really heavy lol like 70-100 lbs, not includiong the power supply! lol *is a SW freak*

IC: Wedge, on a sort of mission from biggs, followed Davik loosely, staying a good ways away, which is very possible because he could easily track Davik's every move from about 50 meters away.

He had his staff weapon deployed, but held it idly staight up. He did his best to blend in witht he crows, although there is no doubt that Davik would be able to pick him out if he was looking for him, but the masses of people and the shear distance made it easy for Wedge to just tail him.

He took the very next elevator down to Davik's current floor, a few seconds behind him.

((OOC: Well, I suppose then that Davik must be really strong to carry a 100+Lbs weapon with one hand. ^_^))


*Davik felt a twing in the back of his neck. Following was either tailing him, or was thinking a little too hard about him. His gut went with the former rather then the latter. Tightening his grip on the suitcase which held the heavy as solid lead weapon, Davik ducked into a small booth. He made idly useless chit chat with the man there, trying to see if he could figure out who was following him.*

Davik: "Hey Joe! How are things with your daughter?"

'Joe:' "Ah, little Susie is just fine. I trust your nephew is well?"

*Davik chuckled.*

Davik: "As well as could be! He makes me so proud. I brought a glass unicorn for his birthday tomorrow."

'Joe:' "Really? That's nice. When's the party?"

*This charade went back and forth for some time.*

Wedge saw this from a distance... in his eyes, everyone in the halls had become shaded, while a white aura highlighted his target. He leaned up against the wall folded his arms, appearing to take a rest, not really looking at anything, but watching the man in his omnidirectional vision. He tried to single out his conversation, but there was just too much commotion in the room... he could only pick out little words every now and then, but it was of no consequence.

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/wedge.jpg
[Wedge's pic, again :P]

The door opened, and a man stepped in, closed the door. The man drove down his neurostinger in the man's neck. There was a chuff as the handle struck his body, firing a cryogenic needle of nerve agent. Upon entering the body, the needle melted into the bloodstream and directly into the brainstem. The man slumped, dead before his nerves could fire. The unknown man gently set the body on the toilet. He picked up the man's pistol with his gloved hand. He screwed a silencer on, then placed the gun in the man's hand. Using the man's own limb, he placed it under the mobster's chin and fired.

The assassin picked up the gun and stepped into the rest of the house.

Eric just stoped walking and stood where he was. He felt something again. It was the same feeling yet stronger than befor

Biggs, still hanging around the Bar area, watching over Eric, kneels down to him and asks him what's wrong.

"I thought Adrianna cleared that demon out of you... or this pain from an absence... or what...?"

Riev, standing at the bar, whirled around. "What's wrong?" He checked his shoulder. "Bane ain't here, so he can't shoot you... What is it?"

OOC: For reference:


IC:

Jensen thought that with all the comotion going on, she should head back to her corvette and put on her armor uniform.

She headed towards the elevator, and pushed past the Idiot Inquisition as she went down. She arrived at her corvette soon after and quickly slid into her armor clothing... relatively simple, a thick energy-resistant overjacket with hard shoulder pads, over a black jumpsuit of an eqilly energy-resistant material. She clipped a holster onto the back of her jacket, and stuck her shotgun in the holster, then switched her staff weapon out for a heavy sensor/PSD package which she placed in the lower back compartment of her jacket. She tied her long blonde hair back into a quick pony tail and left her corvette, on her way back up, but ran into the Trasians again as they headed down to their Star Destroyer.

Seeing the dead body, she raises an eyebrow, "Hey, what's with him? He have a heart attack?" she says with a hidden chuckle.

TSD Trooper:nope, shot with a strange weapon, this man was in good health before he died. we are not leaving until we have found the Killer and killed HIM

The Troopers move along with their dead comrade

Jensen observed the mans clothing... "That's strange... he doesn't look like he's been shot."

Trooper:it's a special weapon, it leaves ly a burn mark or 2, but the smell dosn't match any rifle of this type that i'v smelt.

OOC: I was wondering... how do you smell a electro pulse? I'm not accusing, I just want to know how your process works. There shouldn't be any evidence short of an autopsy, where you will find the electrical burn pattern.

"No I feel something," Eric says "I still have the demon in me. Or a small portion anyways."

Biggs sighed... "Yeah... Jensen said she couldn't get it all out... she got the actual demon out of your body.,.. but it's infected you a good deal. You'll probably still have those demonic abilities... but at least they won't have the power to control you anymore."

"They never could controll me," Eric says "No one could."

"yeah man," Biggs commented, "I bet it was a hard fight."

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Jensen called to check into Wedge via a private wireless mental link, "Hey Wedge, how's Davik?"

"I dunno," Wedge said, "He's just standing there, talking to a friend... I'm getting bored."

"After 15 years nothing seems hard," Eric says as he pushes aside the feeling again

"Now when will we leave this hell?" Eric asks as the feeling grows stronger picking at him inside trying to get his atention

"It hasn't even been that lone," Biggs says sighfully,. "I'd say 6 hours."

*Thirty minutes of mindless banter pass, and David takes his leave, hoping that whoever was following him had fallen asleep from boredom. Of course, he knew this was too much to hope for. Ducking sudenly into a side corrider, Davik began making his way through the maze of narrow side passageways. There were less people here, and he'd be more likely to catch his tail. Plus, the walls would probably provide very helpful intereference if said tail was using electronical means of tracking him.*

Davik: One has to get up pretty early in the morning to catch me off guard... But even then, I rarely sleep...

((OOC: All done editing out my posts so they don't take up half your screen.))

((OOC: Woe ish me. Mommy! NS is being gay!))

((OOC: Why does it seem like this sort of thing only happens to me?))

((OOC: Making all these duplicates posts...))

((OOC: Stupid NS...))

OOC: After freeing myself from the time-loop that Krowemoh posted, I continue the story... :lol:

Wedge had long since fallen asleep, but set an alarm to go off in his head when Davik began moving. He woke himself into consciousness and did his best to stay as far behind as possible.

OOC: After freeing myself from the time-loop that Krowemoh posted, I continue the story... :lol:

((OOC: Pike off! NS was being barmy and make a bunch of duplicate posts. I swear on pain of the Lady's Shadow that I pressed Sumbit only once!))

OOC: I edited a post a while back, and Changed Jensen's pic.. the last one was temporary.

Director Adrianna Jensen:
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jensen.jpg

I edited the post of her clothing... it is similar to the pic, a white skin-tight energy-resistant jumpsuit, but she is also still wearing the white armor jacket over it.

LOL ok, Last time I edit her character ;) i swear! :)

OOC: After freeing myself from the time-loop that Krowemoh posted, I continue the story... :lol:

((OOC: Pike off! NS was being barmy and make a bunch of duplicate posts. I swear on pain of the Lady's Shadow that I pressed Sumbit only once!))ooc: psst. you could have hit the "delete" button :P

The hitman left the bathroom, holding his pistol at the ready. He entered the security office from inside the house, kicking in the door. The pistol coughed silently, the hammer clicking and casings hitting the ground. The two men inside fell, their heads blown apart. The man turned off the security systems, then shot the console.

He stepped back into the hall, walked to the first bedroom. Chuff The bullet punctured the sleeping man's chest. He turned, walked calmly down the stairs. He threw open the double doors to the dining room, the pistol clicking again and again. Bodies fell into the prepared meal. The Crime Boss stood, about to call for help. The pistol snapped one last time, taking his head off at the shoulders. The assassin reloaded, let the clip fall. It had no evidence but the fingers of the dead man.

He headed for the kitchen. He entered, shot the cooks. He dropped the pistol into a trash chute. The investigators would have to find it. Once they did, it would lead them on a loop to the dead man in the bathroom. Double layered lies. The man smiled at a job well done. He put on a cook's uniform and threw his clothes into a duffel, then walked out the back. A guard asked him what he was doing. He smiled and started to explain about the meal, then shattered the man's neck. He calmly walked away, planning on how to dispose of his clothes.

He waved to pedestrians as they passed in the alley. He even waved to Davik, not knowing the other man's mission, and left the area unnoticed.

OOC: After freeing myself from the time-loop that Krowemoh posted, I continue the story... :lol:

((OOC: Pike off! NS was being barmy and make a bunch of duplicate posts. I swear on pain of the Lady's Shadow that I pressed Sumbit only once!))

OOC: I believe you. I've had it happen. I just felt like being difficult and snooty. 8)

OOC: After freeing myself from the time-loop that Krowemoh posted, I continue the story... :lol:

((OOC: Pike off! NS was being barmy and make a bunch of duplicate posts. I swear on pain of the Lady's Shadow that I pressed Sumbit only once!))ooc: psst. you could have hit the "delete" button :P

((OOC: Ahem! I deleted my post in the thread "Rime Or Reason," and now it's all out of whack. Try it. We could be on page 9, and the last page is listed as page 10, but when you click it says no posts in this topic. You need to make three extra posts just to get to the next page! I'm not doing that to this thread. 'Sides, you can only delete your posts 1 minute after you've made them.))

OOC: After freeing myself from the time-loop that Krowemoh posted, I continue the story... :lol:

((OOC: Pike off! NS was being barmy and make a bunch of duplicate posts. I swear on pain of the Lady's Shadow that I pressed Sumbit only once!))ooc: psst. you could have hit the "delete" button :P

((OOC: Ahem! I deleted my post in the thread "Rime Or Reason," and now it's all out of whack. Try it. We could be on page 9, and the last page is listed as page 10, but when you click it says no posts in this topic. You need to make three extra posts just to get to the next page! I'm not doing that to this thread. 'Sides, you can only delete your posts 1 minute after you've made them.))OOC: Actually, you can delete them as long as they are the last post.

OOC: Actually, you can delete them as long as they are the last post.

((OOC: Oh... Um... I thought there was a time limit... Oh well... Now time to get back to the story!))

*Davik works his way deeper into the bowls of the station, the ara becoming darker and darker the further he went. Finding a place to set up, Davik stops, and simply waits. It was a blind corner, his tail would have to turn it if he wanted to see where he had went.*

Wedge's sensors couldn't see much about Davik from around the corner... all he knew is that he stopped. The man only showed up as a faint, dark blue shape just around the corner... he could barely detect him through the thick walls.

He armed his staff weapon just in case, and just stood there, about 10 meters down the hall before the blind corner, wondering if he noticed him... he must have... cuz he stopped.

Wedge points his staff weapon down the hall pointed at the corner, just in case Davik decides to backtrack.

Wedge's sensors couldn't see much about Davik from around the corner... all he knew is that he stopped. The man only showed up as a faint, dark blue shape just around the corner... he could barely detect him through the thick walls.

He armed his staff weapon just in case, and just stood there, about 10 meters down the hall before the blind corner, wondering if he noticed him... he must have... cuz he stopped.

Wedge points his staff weapon down the hall pointed at the corner, just in case Davik decides to backtrack.

*Time passed, and Davik waited.*

Davik: This idiot has made me wasted at least forty-five minutes on my investigastion! Hmmm... Eh? What's this?

*He kneels, seeing a partly eaten apple on the floor. Setting the suitcase down, he snatches up the apple, exmines it closely. A grinned spread across his face. The apple, once a green one, was rotten, the skin now taking on a more darker green, like the color of a frag grenade. It looked so much like a frag that if he were to roll it around the corner, if there was anyone there they would think it was a grenade. Of course, by the time they realized it wasn't, it'd be too late. Opening the suitcase, Davik withdraws the Heavy Repeating Blaster and loaded the power cell into it, then walked to the corner, but did not go around it. Instead, he held the apple in one hand, knelt, and slipped his hand out just enough so that he could roll the apple along the ground. Sine it wasn't metal, it wouldn't make the sound of a grenade when it hit the ground, so he had to roll it. Jutting his hand out for a split second, he rolls the apple along the ground towards whoever it was that was following him.*


((OOC: Now THAT's uncommon thinking. ^_^ What Davik plans to do is, basically, once he throws the apple, and Wedge thinks it's a grenade, then Wedge will react somehow, and that's when Davik steps out 'round the corner with his HRB. Dun worry, he won't open fire. He doesn't believe in mindless bloodshed.))

Seeing Davik back up towards the corner, Wedge prepares for the worst and activates his personal deflector shield... a quick zapping sound can be heard as it engages.

The "grenade" is intercepted by a plasma bolt from trigger-happy Wedge's staff weapon before it even hits the ground, scattering bits of rotten apple everywhere. Wedge was definately not one to screw with.. he just picked off an apple from 10 meters away in mid-air... but then... any boy scout could do that. (Any boy scout with a nano-enhanced brain that is...)

When he saw no explosion, he raised an eyebrow. he then smiled and waited for davik to show himself.

*Davik heard the blast and frowned, standing up, clutching the HRB in both hands, stepping back from the corner a few feet to give himself room.*

Davik: Yep, someone is diffently following me. "Now that I know for sure someone's following me, time for the obvious questions. Who are you and why are you following me?"

"Who are you is the question," Wedge reversed the question, "I've been following you since you murdered that vendor. YOur best course of action would be to tell me who YOU are working for and why you are going around killing people."

OOC: *bumps to next to page, just for ease ;) *

The Ur-Quan got a message from the Hierarchy. He immediately started to prepare for launch. He was to return home as soon as possible. Something was happening.

The Ur-Quan got a message from the Hierarchy. He immediately started to prepare for launch. He was to return home as soon as possible. Something was happening.?

As the unknown man walked away, he heard shooting behind him. He looked back, saw some moron frag an apple out of the air. He shook his head at the unprofessional behavior and kept walking, ingnoring the fight behind him.

As he walked down the hall, another man stepped from the shadows. "Boo." the next man stated.

"Bane..." the assassin stammered, thrown off guard for the first time in years. "What are you-"

Bane pulled him into a room to the side without a noise, the two vanishing into the darkness.

?

((OOC: The Ur-Quan was still there, waiting, but now was his time to leave. The Hierarchy has left the Alliance and is preparing for a ritual war.))

"Who are you is the question," Wedge reversed the question, "I've been following you since you murdered that vendor. YOur best course of action would be to tell me who YOU are working for and why you are going around killing people."

*Davik smirked, moving back to his suitcase and calmy inserting his weapon back in it, removing the power cell as he went.*

Davik: "I only killed that alien because he tried to rip me off of. Trasian wine for forty credits! You would do the same in my position! And as for who I work for. I work for Avarice Station Janitorary services. Go on and check for the name Davik Kane, it'll list me on their payroll. Now, I'm guessing you're either a vigiliant, or a law enforcer."

*Davik grinned. The job was real, Dolby ad set him up with it. Anyone running his name would see that's who he worked for. He was the guy who kept the floors clean and took out the trash. The HRB was back in the case by the time he finished speaking.*


((OOC: Davik's a janitor! Ha ha!))

OOC: I'm just waiting for Davik to start finding bodies. Hehe. "What the?"

OOC: I'm just waiting for Davik to start finding bodies. Hehe. "What the?"

((OOC: Actually I imagine him more standing in the middle of the mall level wearing steorotypical janitor uniform and holding a broom in one hand, and some guy walks by and dumps a half-eaten carton of chow mien at his feet and keeps going as if nothing happened, and then the view zooms in to a close up of Davik's face, and a big tear rolls down his cheek. ^_^))

OOC: I'm just waiting for Davik to start finding bodies. Hehe. "What the?"

((OOC: Actually I imagine him more standing in the middle of the mall level wearing steorotypical janitor uniform and holding a broom in one hand, and some guy walks by and dumps a half-eaten carton of chow mien at his feet and keeps going as if nothing happened, and then the view zooms in to a close up of Davik's face, and a big tear rolls down his cheek. ^_^))

OOC: But then, he brutally murders the man. Now, back to business...

Wedge smiled as he rounded the corner slowly, noting the contents of the suitcase. "Well, for a Janitor, that's an awfully heavy piece of machinery. I'm pretty sure BlasTech doesn't make vacuum cleaners" he said with a knowing wink."

OOC: I'm just waiting for Davik to start finding bodies. Hehe. "What the?"

((OOC: Actually I imagine him more standing in the middle of the mall level wearing steorotypical janitor uniform and holding a broom in one hand, and some guy walks by and dumps a half-eaten carton of chow mien at his feet and keeps going as if nothing happened, and then the view zooms in to a close up of Davik's face, and a big tear rolls down his cheek. ^_^))

OOC: But then, he brutally murders the man. Now, back to business...

((OOC: It took me a minute to realize what you meant. Heh heh. You meant when Davik got to the crimelord's esate and found all the bodies? Yeah, that's gonna weird him out.
Hey CC! What's taking so long?))

OOC: lol it took me 20 minutes, I'm sorry, i just got out of surgery, so I'm limping around the house lol I am watching "Batman Returns" lol man... I haven't seen this in a while...

*Davik clicked close the suitcase, calmly standing and nodding his head in greetings towards Wedge.*

Davik: "It isn't mine. You see, I detest guns. This thing here? It's a gift for a friend of mine. I know he likes these sort of things, so I got it for him. I remember you from the bombing. How did things go after I left? Find the fools who bombed the mall?"

*Like with Jansen, there was no desperation in his voice. What he spoke was the truth, nothing more, nothing less.*

"Heh, yeah, it was the Idiot Inquisition, also known as the Trasian Space Defense spies. Who knows what they were up to."

He smiled, then thought to himself, then remembered something freshley fed to him over the link. "Oh, hey, have you heard about these dead Ex-Dolby people? yeah, someone has been killing off all of the old gang... Man, I would absolutely hate to be a gangster right now... I could wind up vaporized, or with a heavy rail slug through my head."

He says all this, only hinting intensely that Davik might be affilliated with the new Crime Lord.

OOC: And it's Jensen, not Jansen lol it's a last name

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.

OOC: Normal soldier? This guy is as normal as a $3 dollar bill. You might want to read through a few of my previous RP's. When ever I say 'mercenary' every one thinks my character is a greasy, over-weight mexican with an AK-47? Think people!

IC: The man narrowed his cold blue eyes, watching the Soviet Trasa troops mop up. He'd meet this 'Bane' again, such arrogance could easily get someone like that killed.

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.

OOC: Normal soldier? This guy is as normal as a $3 dollar bill. You might want to read through a few of my previous RP's. When ever I say 'mercenary' every one thinks my character is a greasy, over-weight mexican with an AK-47? Think people!

IC: The man narrowed his cold blue eyes, watching the Soviet Trasa troops mop up. He'd meet this 'Bane' again, such arrogance could easily get someone like that killed.

OOC: He was projecting to Riev, sorry for the confusion. And I was thinking Revolver Ocelot type, older, but deadly as heck, and wiser to boot.

OOC: And it's Jensen, not Jansen lol it's a last name

((OOC: Oops! Muh bad! ^^;; :lol: @ Merc Soldiers. Heh heh, overweight Mexican with an AK-47. Tee-hee!))

*Davik raised an eyebrow at the mention of Dolby, his expression like that of someone who just heard a name of someone that he should know but doesn't.*

Davik: "Dolby? Is he some sort of gang leader? If you're implying I'm a member of some stupid gang, then you couldn't be more wrong."

Wedge smirked, "Well, i guess I had better let you get on your way... where did you say wyou were going, again?"

*Davik smiles, touching his dark brown hair as if he was tipping his hat.*

Davik: "I didn't say. Good day to you officer."

*With that he picks up the suitcase and continues on his way.*

"heh," bigs snorted lightly, then sent a message over to Jensen and Biggs on CapsuLink, 'yeah, tis Guy is definately in on it... by his training he's high up somewhere... He caught me though... what should I do?'

A response came quickly, from Biggs, 'Wedge... wait a few minutes, then pick him back up... you got his signature now, just hide out on a random level and wait for him to pop up... guess where he's going.'

Wedge acknowledged, collapsed his staff weapon, then walked off in the other direction.

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.

OOC: Normal soldier? This guy is as normal as a $3 dollar bill. You might want to read through a few of my previous RP's. When ever I say 'mercenary' every one thinks my character is a greasy, over-weight mexican with an AK-47? Think people!

IC: The man narrowed his cold blue eyes, watching the Soviet Trasa troops mop up. He'd meet this 'Bane' again, such arrogance could easily get someone like that killed.

OOC: He was projecting to Riev, sorry for the confusion. And I was thinking Revolver Ocelot type, older, but deadly as heck, and wiser to boot.

Who, my character? Ocelot uses revolvers, my character's got the AMT version of the classic Colt M1911A1. He's a pretty damn good shot, but his specialty is hand-to-hand combat.

*Davik went down a few levels, then retraced his steps back up to Tower Two. He was now just outside Filer's esate. Filer was the first person he planed to check out. Strange, there was no guards around. Shrugging, he pulls out the commlink given to him and punches in the comm number Kuro gave him.*

Davik: "Base of Tower Two."

*Closing the commlink, Davik dropped it and smashed it under his heavy boot. Sure enough, no more then ten minutes later, a squad of Avarice City's finest show up, geared up for heavy action. The leader walked up to Davik. His rank insignia marks him as a Captain.*

Captain: "I'm Captain Burke. You're Davik, correct?"

*Davik nods.*

Davik: "Yeah."

Burke: "What's the game plan?"

Durke: "I've never been one for subtly. We storm the estate, shoot anything holding a weapon, and capture Filer alive. Let's go!"

*Getting the HRB from the suitcase and loading the Power Cell, Davik leads the team of crooked security guards and spearheads the assualt on Filer's estate...
*A thorough sweep yields that someone else beat them to it. Most of his men were dead, as was Filer himself, killed with an old style projectile weapon.*

Davik: "Someone got to him before us. It looks real professional. Whoever did this, knew what he was doing."

Burke: "My men will take care of this. You get on out of here before someone sees you."

Davik: "Don't need to tell me that. Heh!"

*Without another word Davik leaves and the captain calls in the massacure, requesting back-up.*

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.

OOC: Normal soldier? This guy is as normal as a $3 dollar bill. You might want to read through a few of my previous RP's. When ever I say 'mercenary' every one thinks my character is a greasy, over-weight mexican with an AK-47? Think people!

IC: The man narrowed his cold blue eyes, watching the Soviet Trasa troops mop up. He'd meet this 'Bane' again, such arrogance could easily get someone like that killed.

OOC: He was projecting to Riev, sorry for the confusion. And I was thinking Revolver Ocelot type, older, but deadly as heck, and wiser to boot.

Who, my character? Ocelot uses revolvers, my character's got the AMT version of the classic Colt M1911A1. He's a pretty damn good shot, but his specialty is hand-to-hand combat.

OOC: I wasn't talking about weapons, I meant archtype. I figure him for the wise old merc, deadly as a viper and knows just about every nook and cranny of every edge of BFE, probably killed someone there in some god-awful fight.

OOC: I wasn't talking about weapons, I meant archtype. I figure him for the wise old merc, deadly as a viper and knows just about every nook and cranny of every edge of BFE, probably killed someone there in some god-awful fight.

((OOC: BFE? ???))

OOC: BFE = Bum Fuq Egypt

Bane returned to the bar, walking in calmly. Riev glances up from his drink. "So, you done?"

"Yes."

"What's going on here, Bane. Is it-"

"Yes. They're everywhere now."

Riev dropped his face onto his arms. "It's gonna be a bloodbath."

"Yes."

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.

OOC: Normal soldier? This guy is as normal as a $3 dollar bill. You might want to read through a few of my previous RP's. When ever I say 'mercenary' every one thinks my character is a greasy, over-weight mexican with an AK-47? Think people!

IC: The man narrowed his cold blue eyes, watching the Soviet Trasa troops mop up. He'd meet this 'Bane' again, such arrogance could easily get someone like that killed.

OOC: He was projecting to Riev, sorry for the confusion. And I was thinking Revolver Ocelot type, older, but deadly as heck, and wiser to boot.

Who, my character? Ocelot uses revolvers, my character's got the AMT version of the classic Colt M1911A1. He's a pretty damn good shot, but his specialty is hand-to-hand combat.

OOC: I wasn't talking about weapons, I meant archtype. I figure him for the wise old merc, deadly as a viper and knows just about every nook and cranny of every edge of BFE, probably killed someone there in some god-awful fight.

OOC: His father is more like Ocelot, he's old and prefers a pair of Colt Peacemakers. This fella is a cool, calculating ex-Navy SEAL, drawn from the Marines. He's got more than his fair share of combat expeirence, and leads the Red Dawn Mercenary Army's Spec Ops team. He often goes off to test himself under fire against others. Call it a rather twisted hobby. :twisted:

OOC: MS: he meant the Archetype... the personality of the character based on well-known characters.

IC: Jensen walked back into the bar, and got a check up from biggs on the way, overhearing bane's conversation.

She raised an concerned eyebrow, "That doesn't sound good... shall we take an early departure, or stick this out... cuz we got just under a thousand men in this complex... a good 200 of them can fight... that is, if you want to fight this out."

"No. We're not the targets. But this will get bloody. We can't leave, cause our drive's blown, still. We go floating into what's coming with damaged ships... well, you can guess what'll happen. We're not the targets. In fact, we'll probably be avoided by them." He shrugged.

OOC: My point, he doesn't really have an arch-type. Closest would be a cross between Steven Segal, Sam Fisher, and Duke Nukem.

The man turned and left the bar, looking to get into some trouble.

Biggs shrugged, "well, there are 2 million people in this city... and bloodhsed is not a good thing in any form... should we get involved? Or just blend in..."

Jensen sighed futily, "Well, if I had my way, I'd definately help out..."

Outside, as the Merc left the bar, a man rolled onto a balcony ledge, cradling a small Cryo-Rifle. Dedigned as long range neurostinger, it was a silent and deadly killer, if not as exotic as the EMSR. This man was not the one who had done in Filer, but another, similarly cold and professional. He scanned the lower deck.

A man was changing money, skimming some off the top, in a small corner store. The man checked his list. Not on Kuro's payroll. It'll do. The rifle hissed, and the end frosted over from the cryoblast, the needle was hurled towards the crooked shopkeeper. The man felt a sting on his shoulder, reached for it, and fell dead, collapsing onto his stand.

The assassin rolled back from the ledge, then evaced the area.

The stranger settled into a dark corner to watch the gathered masses, having nothing better to do. He wasn't serving a contract, and he'd had his liquor ration for the day...

OOC: BFE = Bum Fuq Egypt

((OOC: Ooooh! I see now...))


*Kuro was in a business meeting with a potential client interested in buying some slaves. He was currently showing them a set of four Elven females, dressed in exotic, expensive looking but VERY skimpy clothes that showed alot of skin. Each had a control collar around her neck. The four were shackled hand and foot.*

Kuro: "I can let them go at 200 grand a girl. I can assure you that these Elven girls are the finest in my stock, and worth every credit you pay for them! They are already 'domesticated' and recondiction. They will be most eager to... 'Please' you in ANY way you deem fit."

*The would be buyer, an slightly overweight human male merchant, stroked his chin thoughtfully, looking over the girls, their heads bowed in submission.*

Client: "I'll take two of them. The blonde and the red head."

*He pointed out the two he liked. Kuro grinned.*

Kuro: "I knew you would choose those two! I could tell you were a discerning gentleman. You want only the best! Now, if you'll just transfer the credits into my off station accounts, I'll have the two girls placed in your ship right away."

*The two elfs who had been chosen looked at each other, terror etched on their faces. The merchant sets about and wires the money into Kuro's account, and then the male neko produces the control devices for the collars. A simple press of the button would send a mild zap to the wearer of the collar it was tuned to. Press the button three times rapidly and the collar would electrocute the slave. Accepting the devices, the merchant happily motions for the two elves to follow him.*

Client: "Come with me. You're now MY property."

*Kuro ushered the other two away as the merchant leaves with the two he paid for in tow, heading for his ship docked just outside the Tower. Kuro's guards take the other two back to the slave holding cells. Kuro grinned as he retired to his chambers. He was making a fortune every day. And he need not worry about security. He had paid off enough officals that no law enforcer not on his payroll would ever come snooping around Tower Four.*


((OOC: Hmmm... Kuro is indeed very evil.))

Jensen witnessed yet another spirit-world disturbance... someone had just died.. nearby.

"Death grows near... we must decide now... are we in this or not."

OOC: Krowemoh, could we possibly set up a meeting between this Kuro and my character? Dekker's out of work...

Bane grimaced. "They are not our enemy. They are closer to an ally than you might think, and those that die do deserve it. Most of them..." he ended cryptically.

Riev picked his head up from the counter. He wasn't drunk, just depressed. "If you interfere, you'll be one of the others. There's nothing we can do, now."

Outside, an explosion rocked the Promenade, blowing a laundrymat to shrapnel. In the settling wreckage was a fine powder, the remains of a drug cartel run by the Fernelli family. The people outside were lacerated by the flying glass, and several beings stumbled through the broken window, burning and screaming.

Riev dropped his head back into his arms. He might have been crying.

Jensen thought it over audibly, fighting with herself internally on how she should feel... she almost started to cry internally... "Hmm... sit here and watch people die... or kick some butt... sit here... kick butt... hmmm... I dunno man, this kickin butt business is sounding pretty good to me."

Biggs nodded, "Yeah, me too... so what exactly is the situation? We're both kind of in the dark... we've just been hearing reports of dead bodies all over."

*There came an urgent knocking at Kuro's door. Growling and hissing, the male neko gets up from his large bed. He had just fallen asleep and was rudely awaken.*

Kuro: "WHAT is it?!"

*He demanded. The goon cringed under Kuro's glare, and spoke sheepishly.*

Guard: "Someone just iced a cartel belonging to the Fernelli Family."

*Kuro eyes flared, and the goon, considerably larger then Kuro, seem to shrink right before him.*

Kuro: "You woke me to tell me THAT?!? GET OUT OF HERE!! Don't you EVER wake me unless something important has happened!"

*The goon cowered and retreated. If the door to Kuro's room wasn't the ype that slid into the wall, he would have slammed it.*

The man, named Dekker, doesn't flinch. Unphased by the explosion, he cracks his neck and eyes the buring wreckage. "Somebody knows what they're doin'."

Bane grimaced. "People angered people who shouldn't be crossed."

Riev bolted upright, snarled, "It's the goddamn TRSN Intelligence Group Raven. "Nevermore, quothe the Raven", he stated. TSD killed our boys in a FUBAR earlier, Dolby took out more on this station. I had no idea Raven was in this dimension, but since they are, then they're gonna-"

Bane glared at him. "Quiet! Do not speak of Raven Group!" he snarled, angry for the first time anyone had seen him. Waves of powerful psychic energy bursted from him, smacking everyone around. "What they do is what they do... they take the fights you won't, Marine! Now, if we stay cool, stay away from their business, we'll all be fine... and this station won't have a crime or TSD problem anymore." He calmed, glanced around. "Speak to no one of this, or Raven will know you know..." he dropped the statement ominously.

OOC: A rather bored Dekker Bray drop-kicks the thread, giving it a wee bump...

Wedge had just walked in, giving up on finding Davik some time ago. He looked somewhat shocked at Bane... glowing a bright purple on his scanner, and nearly smacking him with a psionic shockwave. "hey, umm, I think we should just head back to the Overseer and chill for a while... I don't think we should get mixed up in this."

Jensen sighed. "yeah, you're probably right.." she said, standing up, with a hint of frustration in her voice. She began to walk back to the nearest elevator, walking right past wedge.

Biggs just shrugged and stood up as well. "As long as you guys think this is best... wewon't bother... we've never run into these guys before... all this crazy talk of other dimensions and stuff... I'm outta here."

Wedge gave them a futile look of dissappointment as he turned to follow them.

*The young girl Ariel, not paying attention to where she was going, walks smack into the Jensen as she exits the elevator, the taller girl knocking the shorter, younger one down.*

Ariel: "Ow!"

*She exclaimed as she landed on her soft rump with a dull thud.*

Ariel: "Man, second time today I fell on my butt... Erm, oh hi!"

*She waves and grins brightly at Jensen.*

Ariel: "Ooo! I like your hair!"

Riev asked Bane. "Who's running this? Whose team?"

"Aaron Crimond."

"Shit." Riev fell back onto the bar. "How far will they go?"
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"You ready?" Crimond asked the two other men. Both nodded. Crimond glanced towards the security station. "They're crooked. They're on Kuro's payroll, but they're having doubts. They don't like Captain Burke. They're about to do something stupid about it..." he didn't move. "Wait till they double-cross..."

OOC: Krowemoh, your play.

OOC: You check your telegrams, Krowemoh?

OOC: Krowemoh, your play.

((OOC: Bwa? o_O))

Dekker stirs uneasily in his corner. He was bored. Really bored. There had to be someone around here who needed to hire a gun...

Jensen looked down at the girl... not the average intergalactic teeniebopper. She openned her mouth to apologize, then just lowered herself slightly and said softly, "It's not safe here... there are bad people running around right now, and you should stay someplace safe... go find your parents."

Dekker stirs uneasily in his corner. He was bored. Really bored. There had to be someone around here who needed to hire a gun...

OOC: Interested... Only Krowemoh, or can I?

*Ariel shrugged.*

Ariel: "Can't. They aren't here. They're somewhere far, far away. Um... What bad people are around?"

((OOC: Hey TRSN, about the crooked cops, um... They're just NPCs, and I have a 'Claim your kill' policy with NPCs. That is, you may knocked them off as you see fit, but just don't go overboard. It's main charas I like to have stick around a bit longer and pu up more of a fight. Like Kuro and Ariel. Davik... Well, he's an Alty chara, not a main chara, but not an NPC either.))

*Ariel shrugged.*

Ariel: "Can't. They aren't here. They're somewhere far, far away. Um... What bad people are around?"

((OOC: Hey TRSN, about the crooked cops, um... They're just NPCs, and I have a 'Claim your kill' policy with NPCs. That is, you may knocked them off as you see fit, but just don't go overboard. It's main charas I like to have stick around a bit longer and pu up more of a fight. Like Kuro and Ariel. Davik... Well, he's an Alty chara, not a main chara, but not an NPC either.))

OOC: I meant the double cross. That's yours. Does it happen... to what extent?

OOC: I was leaning more towards Krowemoh, since he/she/it is playing a crimelord. What's your offer?

OOC: I can't TG you. TG me.

((OOC: I'm a girl! >.<))

*Captain Burke sat in his office at the security station, filling out paper work on the massacure in Tower Two. Three men from his team approach him.*

Crooked cop 1: "Hey Cap'n, a moment of your time?"

*Burke spun around, looking at the three. He noticed they all had their guns drawn.*

Burke: "What's going on here?!"

*He demanded.*

Crooked Cop 2: "We don't like the way you ration out the bribe money. You get most of it, whie we get the table scraps."

Burke: "What?!"

Crooked Cop 3: "So we came up with a plan. We're going kill you, and we three will devide the bribe money evenly amongst ourselves."

Burke: "You idio-"

*He was cut off as the trio fired at him.*


((OOC2: Works?))

OOC: Works for me, I gtg. Be back tomorrow.

OOC: Works for me, I gtg. Be back tomorrow.

((OOC: Ahh! Okay then. V_V I'll RP the contact when you get back then, mmkay?))

Adrianna just sighs... "Come on... let's go up to the Mall decks... I think we should do a little shopping." she says with a smile, knowing that a clothing store would probably be as safe a place as any.

OOC: Krowemoh - Do you have AIM? I'm trying to get the s/ns of everyone in this RP.

OOC: Krowemoh - Do you have AIM? I'm trying to get the s/ns of everyone in this RP.

((OOC: Yes, I do. But I'm not about to give it out over a public channel. I'll send you a TG.))

*Ariel blinks, standing to her feet. She grins at the mention of shopping.*

Ariel: "I like to shop! Oh! Oh! Almost forgot! My name is Ariel! What's yours? Want to be my friend?"

*The redhead presented her hand to the older woman. She was giddy with excitement.*

OOC: Anything works, just changes my moves :)

IC: Crimond waited, tapping his foot. Behind him the hacker closed his laptop. "They just offed their boss."

Crimond grinned ferrally. "It's game time, boys. Askren, you got the explosives?"

The third man patted a leather bag. "All TSD issue."

Crimond nodded. After the Research Base ambush, Intel had reverse-engineered the TSD technology they had been given to fight the aliens. Now it was payback time. "Gee, I hate it when respectable government's get involved with crimelords..." He felt behind him for the dart pistol. It was tucked in his belt, beneath his coat. "Let's rock and roll."

The three men approached the station where the rebellion was headed. They entered through the double doors. The officer at the desk yawned. "What do you want?"

Crimond pulled out a stack of papers. "Vengeance." With a flick, the razor hidden between the papers flipped out, slicing the cop's throat. Askren swung his MP to his hip, the compact suppressed weapon spitting silent fire, sutting down the crooked cops. The hacker ducked in, placing TSD explosives on the critical structure points. A security officer stepped from the back room. He drew his pistol rapidly, fired. Askren fell back, blood spurting from his chest.

Crimond glanced over, swore. The dead man was contaminating the site! Crimond's pistol coughed, and the last cop fell dead. Crimond bent to check Askren. He was dead, alright. Crimond removed a plasma cannister from Askren's belt and placed it on the man's chest. He knelt, kissed his fingers and placed them on his team member's forehead. "Godspeed."

He stood. "Let's blow it." He and the hacker walked out calmly, the hacker remote locking the door with his computer. They walked to the edge of the Promenade. Crimond picked up a detonator. "Nevermore." he stated, his thumb crashing down.

The explosion rocked the deck, blowing the station to shreds. Then the plasma cannister ruptured, cleansing Askren's body and blood from the sight, the wash ripping into the center of the mall, melting deck and vaporizing several people. Crimond lowered his head in sorrow. "I'm sorry." he stated. "But I cannot stop."

OOC: She's a teenager, not a toddler lol Check TG's

As the deck shakes, she waves a gesutre at Biggs and Wedge and they take a lift down to the ship. Jensen guides Ariel into another tube immediately and closes the door. They safely go up to the higher shopping disctricts, somewhere in the towers. "See? That's what I'm talking about... there's bad people in the station... we'll be safe in the mall... anyway, My name is Adrianna Jensen... you can go ahead and call me Jense (jentz), ok? Most of my friends call me that anyway." She smiles as the lift safely ascends.

Edit: UPPER mall decks :P

((OOC: Ariel is unique. :P
Um, the mall doesn't seem so safe anymore...))


*Ariel claps her hands.*

Ariel: "Okay Jense. Hmm... What store are we going to first? I'll buy you anything you want, since you're my friend."

*Davik could hear and fell the blast all the way where he was. A frown spreads itself across his face.*

Davik: "It's like a f*cking warzone or something! Better stay near my ship then... The first sign this station is gonna blow I'm outta here!"

In the bar, there is a sudden boom. Riev falls from his chair, Bane dives behind the bar. The newly repaired plate glass window explodes, hurling whirling glass everywhere. Both men try to cover as best they can, but they are still cut by shrapnel. The heat strikes next, a blast that singes their hair slightly, even across the Promenade. As the carnage slowed, and sirens began, the power flickered out in the bar.

Riev, checking himself carefully. "Nothing too bad.. Bane?"

There was a snort. "You think some punk bomb can kill me?" The other man rose.

Riev wiped the blood from his nose. "We need to stop this. Crimond is out of control." he stated, watching the bodies being carted away. "Where can we find him."

Bane blinked slowly. "He is consumed by vengeance above all else... I'll take you there, but first, we have to help repair this damage."

OOC: As I edited, UPPER mall decks... it's a big city, there's more than one floor of mall decks lol check TGs

IC: "Lets see... what's good in this part of the galaxy..." she says as the doors open. They walk down the halls of what almost looks like any other full-sized shopping mall. She pointed out one small store with a bright red Holo-sign. "Hey, Look! They have a Red Shift all the way out here! man... this was my favorite shop whenever I used to visit Terra, let's go inside!" They walk inside rather briskly, trying to keep Ariel's thoughts distracted from whatever attacks might be going on. Inside is all sorts of crazy-looking futuristic girly clothing... weird designs that the average pop star promotes... not usually Adrianna's style... but she felt like having fun to keep her mind off things... besides, she had a little rich kid to exploi-- I mean hang out with ;)

Completely OOC: Krowemoh, TG!

((OOC: And um, how does Jensen know Ariel is rich? Just because Ariel offered to buy doesn't mean she's rich. Maybe she has a brand new credit card?))

((OOC: And um, how does Jensen know Ariel is rich? Just because Ariel offered to buy doesn't mean she's rich. Maybe she has a brand new credit card?))OOC: uhh, umm, she is.. uhh... psychic! yeah that's it ;)

((OOC: And um, how does Jensen know Ariel is rich? Just because Ariel offered to buy doesn't mean she's rich. Maybe she has a brand new credit card?))OOC: uhh, umm, she is.. uhh... psychic! yeah that's it ;)

((OOC: Uh huh...))

*Ariel giggled like a kid in a candy store.*

Ariel: "Clothes! Lots and lots of bright pretty clothes!"

*She runs up to a rank of sporty type skirts, looking for one to replace her current one.*

Ariel: "I need a new skirt. Help me pick one out, yeah?"

*Kuro was awoken a second tine, but this time the news was serious. A good portion of the crooked cops on his payroll were killed in a bombing, and the rest are talking about dropping off his payroll. Kuro growled.*

Kuro: "I can not allow this to happen! I want whoever did this found, and killed! Damn, I have Davik away finding out whoever hired that assassin eariler today..."

OOC: Remember, there's TSD written all over that bombing.... :twisted:

Biggs and wedge decided to kill their time after they put their armor jackets and staff weapons away in the corvette. They headed all the way up to the zenith.. a massive arcade that rested in the top of tower III. They just chilled and let their "normal" sides come out... for the first time in a long time.

Biggs began to rack up credits by playing against the most high-scoring gamers in the place and summarilly beating the crap out of the,. Wedge hung around a rock climbing wall... anything to keep their minds off the bloodshed on the lower decks. When Wedge reached the top of one of the "rock" walls, he stood up on the platform and looked around at the view... the Zenith Arcade sat under a massive glass dome... he could see almost everything from there... no planets in sight, no nearby stars... just a deep space outpost. How could someplace so remote be so troubled... he said to himself several times, trying to comprehend it. his gaze drifted down to Biggs, who was now laughing his head off while playing a sshooter game, holding 2 shotguns in his hand... the fake video game kind of course... not the real one he had strapped to his back... heh.


Jensen kept looking around, trying to help Ariel, her new friend, look for a new skirt to replace her coffee-stained one... boy was it ever obvious this chick liked coffee. She picked up a few bracelets she thought might look cool, trying them on idly while waiting for Ariel to pass out from running around lol

*Ariel found a nice skirt, made of the finest silk available. It carried a hefty price tag, without a doubt one of the most expensive items in the store. She quickly showed it to Jensen for her approval. The skirt was purple in color, and semi-transparant around the outer thighs, with the area around the crotch less see through.*

Ariel: "I like ths one! Think it'll look good on me?"

Jensen smiled, and then nodded... untill she saw the price tag. "Oh... I'm osrry.. this s too expensive for me to buy for you... heh, did you have to pick out the most expensive one in the store?" she says with an embarassed laugh.

*Ariel seems to just now notice the pricetag.*

Ariel: "Hmm? Oh, that? Tsk! That's chump change! I can pay for this myself. You don't have to pay for anything, I said I was buying, remember? In fact, I could probably buy this store out if I wanted to..."

Jensen's eyes widened as she stood up in amazement. Chump Change?! I get paid that much every week... where does this kid work??

She smiled and asks simply "How does a kid like yu come accross this kind of cash?" she says quietly, still very shocked.

*Ariel shrugs.*

Ariel: "It's a secert. But most of my spending cash comes from when I custom design interstellar spaceships for other rich people. My designs aren't popular yet though..."

*Flinging the skirt over one shoulder, Ariel motions with her hand to emcpmoass the entire store.*

Ariel: "See anything you like?"

((OOC: Anyhow, that's the excuse behind this rediculious number of posts. I had nothing what so ever to do with this...))

((OOC: There are no duplicate posts...))

((OOC: Really tho, they should switch to a more stable BB, like vBulletin made by JelSoft.))

((OOC: In other words: Take a thread with 31 posts, have someone delete one of theirs. The thread still thinks it has 31 posts, when really there is only 30.))

((OOC: I guess I shouldn't work from the bottum, then stop half way and go from the top. ^^;; ))

((OOC: It still thinks that there are x number of posts when really there are y number.))

((OOC: Because phpBB is glitchy as heck, it doesn't recognize when posts have been deleted.))

((OOC: Some of ask, why not delete the extra posts?))

((OOC: NS... Why? What did I do to deserve this?))

David chased after her ineffectively. "Girl, how am I meant to get you off this rock if you keep running off!"

David chased after her ineffectively. "Girl, how am I meant to get you off this rock if you keep running off!"

*Ariel looks at David as he enters Red Shift.*

Ariel: "Get me off this rock? I have my own ship, I can leave whenever I want. Well, actually once the fueling cells are refilled... But thank you for your concern."

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David chased after her ineffectively. "Girl, how am I meant to get you off this rock if you keep running off!"

*Ariel looks at David as he enters Red Shift.*

Ariel: "Get me off this rock? I have my own ship, I can leave whenever I want. Well, actually once the fueling cells are refilled... But thank you for your concern."

"Damn it, that's not what I meant. It's not safe here for you. The men I am looking for would gladly add you to their inventory."

*The girl clung to the arm of Jensen.*

Ariel: "No! My friend Jense would protect me!"


((OOC: Not much we can do until CC gets back.))

OOC:From pages 16-last page. WHAT HAPPENED!!!!1

OOC:From pages 16-last page. WHAT HAPPENED!!!!1

OOC: Krowemoh post-whored. J/K! :lol: Lots of developement, NS being stupid and multi-posting.

OOC:Anything important?

Dekker decided to check on his crappy rental spacecraft. He walked in the direction of the hangar bay. As he reached the ship, a burst of gunfire sounded from inside the (Insert Location Here). Drawing a .45, he crept quietly up towards the (Insert Location Here), moving like a shadow in the depth of night.

OOC: You guys RP when it's 2:00 AM in my country, sorry for getting off. Had to take the permit test this morning, which I failed by two questions! Dammit! :P

OOC:Anything important?

OOC: Yes! A group is going around, blowing stuff up left and right, framing the TSD and setting the stage for some unknown "bloodbath". You should REALLY read it though. It's mostly on 16-19, but it goes from there. Kuro is seizing power, and the Merc is now working for him. People are trying not to get fragged and arguing about the killings.

Dekker decided to check on his crappy rental spacecraft. He walked in the direction of the hangar bay. As he reached the ship, a burst of gunfire sounded from inside the (Insert Location Here). Drawing a .45, he crept quietly up towards the (Insert Location Here), moving like a shadow in the depth of night.

OOC: You guys RP when it's 2:00 AM in my country, sorry for getting off. Had to take the permit test this morning, which I failed by two questions! Dammit! :P

OOC: What country?

OOC: USA.

Same, Eastern Time Zone.

Cpatian Needat:Attention, all TSD Troops and Officers are to stay aboard the Iron Fist until we leave this area. no excetions.


all TSD Troops get to the shuttles and the airlocks that lead to the Iron Fist

OOC:Thanks since I'm at school I'll read it later

IC:Eric stood where he was for a momemt then began walking into the shadows once more

OOC: I've got the day off. Whoopie!

OOC: Decatuple-post!!! *GASPS* A NEW RECORD! LOL

IC: Jensen smiles, then shakes her head, "Nah, yu don't have to buy me anything from here.. I'm fine.. really... now,. tell me more about these ships you design... sounds like pretty cool job! I've been looking for a personal transport... made for 3 or 4 people... I'm sick of riding around in a big huge corvette with just me, Biggs, and Wedge. Maybe I can get the Capsule Corp to pay for it for me" she says with a mischevious grin... noting her low paycheck in her head.

Eric walked to wards where he felt that Jensen was. He stayed in the shadows. He watched and sighed. He didn't feel whole anymore without the demon in him.

Dekker peered through the cracked door. A man lay on the floor, crimson blood oozing from a trio of holes in his chest. "Looks like a double-cross..." He mutters to himself, staying out of sight of the three shooters.

Jensen never got the chance to explain to Eric that his spoirit would soon spread back out and make him whole again... but it would still be painful... she wanted to find him and help him out, but alas, she had more pressing matters.

onboard the Iron Fist


Captian Needat:Mission cancelled?


Grand Admiral Mosc:that's right, we need you in the Tuas system near the homeworld, we have already started construction on the SSSD.(Soverigen Super Star Destroyer) and we need all ships to protect it while it's being built.


Captian Needat:and who is going to Command this Awsome vessal your building?


Mosc:YOU are Admiral Needat


Captian Needat:what?! but- what about the spy's?


Mosc:They are nothing, now set your course for Tuas II.


Captian Needat:aye sir.


in about a hour the Stardestroyer leaves the station and jumps into Hyperspace

Eric slowly steped out of the shadows behind her. He stood there his cloak cling to his body.\


OOC:G2G lunch is almost over and I need to lug my busted leg up to my locker

She detected him immediately, but it still scare dthe crap out of her. "What's up Eric? how's the healing going? I see your up and walking at least."

*Ariel grinned.*

Ariel: "The ships I design are very good! Better then anything being massed produced today! In fact, I have one of my custom made ships here with me, right now. Tell you what, after we're all done here, we can go to my ship and I can take down what specs and stuff you want for it."

*Just then a man seemed to just appear behind Jensen. Ariel yelps and jumps back.*

Ariel: "He just... He just appeared out of thin air!"

OOC: This a que for somebody?

((OOC: Refer to Phalanx's post before mine.))

*News of the presense of the the mercenary Dekker was brought to Kuro's attention. Kuro knew of the man, he was very good.*

Kuro: "I want him. Send someone to make contact and enlist his aide. With the security team out of action, Davik's gonna need all the help he can get."

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Nearing Ferelli Estate...
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*Next on Davik's hit list was the Ferelli brothers. He was going to have to do this one solo, as he no longer had the commlink Kuro gave him. He waited on the outer edge of the estate.*

OOC: What about the three dirty cops and their dead shift manager?

OOC: What about the three dirty cops and their dead shift manager?

((OOC: They were killed when TRSN had his mystery guests blow up the security station.))

OOC: Fun. Dekker's been hanging out near his ship...

OOC: *Tries to figure out a way to get involved in all of this*

IC: Back at the Zenith, Wedge had found himself back downstairs, playing against Biggs at a zombi-fighting hologame using toy shotguns and even some imitation capsule weapons. They racked up a new high score, with many little kids watching them hit over 10 million on a video monitor.

All this after a massive game of lazer tage where they took on everyone in the room and outscored everyone 25,000 to 50 (one little kid got biggs :P).

OOC: Ooohh. Sounds like fun. :P

OOC: Ooohh. Sounds like fun. :POOC: Sounds like my characters are getting frustrated cuz they aren't in the fighting lol

OOC: Maybe Dekker should join them, he's bored and angry at his rental spacecraft. Not a good combination.... :P

OOC: Maybe Dekker should join them, he's bored and angry at his rental spacecraft. Not a good combination.... :PLOL go with Jensen and Ariel when they go to look at Ariel's ship she built.

OOC: When are they going to see it, CC?

((OOC: Dunno. Soon.))

OOC: When are they going to see it, CC?OOC: I dunno, ask her lol

OOC: Freshly (cheaply) rendered pic of Ariel's ship... sorry it took so long, and my animator was being weird so this is the best I could do... even though i think I made it look cool lol

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/ariel.gif

comments? :P (Ok, so that took me 20 minutes, if even lol)

A contest had broken out in one of the many sports holodecks under the Zenith, between many capsule officers in a harsh, floor hockey/soccer/laser tag hybrid game.

She detected him immediately, but it still scaredthe crap out of her. "What's up Eric? how's the healing going? I see your up and walking at least."
"I'm fine," Eric says as he cloak keeps dripping black shadows "Yet I feel like the demon is still fighting."

She checks her scanner as she turns to face him... His spirit had been spread thin... almost average now... and it was still fighting an infection of demon energy... but it could pass in time. "yeah, it should only be temporary, so you should be fine.."

OOC: SORRY! Fell asleep on keyboard!

IC: Crimond walked through the hangar bays, some unknown song playing in his mind... He gently waved his finger in tempo with a martial beat. Someone who knew him mike recognise the Battle Hymn of the Republic, but most did not even know the song anymore. Crimond noticed a man leaning against a POS ship, looking pissed at the world.

Crimond noted the man's weapons, his stance, his stare. MIlitary. Elite. Crimond noted the man's mood, and set his tone to match. "Good day, sir. What brings to this wonderful station on the ass end of nowhere?"

"Yet it is to late for my DNA which has been already altered," Eric says "That is why I still have the cloak of shadow."

"Yet it is to late for my DNA which has been already altered," Eric says "That is why I still have the cloak of shadow.""Yeah," Jensen nodded, "But remember, DNA means nothing, absolutely nothing to you. Just do your best to fight it, and keep saying your prayers, and you should be fine." She smiled and turned back to Ariel.

"I don't pray," Eric says "I don't worship any god."

Jensen gasped internally... the thought seemed almost alien to her. "You're kidding, right? You've been to hell.. you've been posessed by a demon... you FIGHT demons... and yet you don't even worship your God? No wonder your healing was not completed! I'm sorry, but its simply a fact that spiritual powers do not help any who lack faith..."

Bane and Riev finished cleaning up the mess in the Promenade and headed up to consult the others in the group. They took an elevator up to the upper levels, towards the ships. As they passed a floor, they saw a tremendous arcade with Biggs and Wedge inside, through the elevator glass. Riev hit the stop button, and the elevator settled into place on that floor. Bane jimmied the door open, and they ducked under the door and shaft wall, dropping onto the floor. The elevator started moving again.

Riev asked. "You guys too busy for a little meeting?"

Biggs cocks his rifle at the screen and fires super fast, detonating aliens at pinpoint accuracy and machine gun speed. he doesn't turn his head to ask them "What kind of meeting?"

"We're going to try to get these attacks to stop. We're going to try to find the Team."

Jensen gasped internally... the thought seemed almost alien to her. "You're kidding, right? You've been to hell.. you've been posessed by a demon... you FIGHT demons... and yet you don't even worship your God? No wonder your healing was not completed! I'm sorry, but its simply a fact that spiritual powers do not help any who lack faith..."
"Hell is only a place where the dammed go to prove that they don't belong there. How can you worship something that rarely shows it's watching and helping?" Eric asks

David faded into view next to him. "What is our situation?"

((HOPLITE3 suits contain a miniature invisibility field, more magical then scientific.))

"What team?" he says, now holding both shotguns in his hands and doing twice as good.

David faded into view next to him. "What is our situation?"

((HOPLITE3 suits contain a miniature invisibility field, more magical then scientific.))

OOC: Near who? They're in different locations.

Bane speaks this time. "The one behind the attacks. Now, do you want to come, or not?" his voice, though calm, conveys a demand.

Jensen sighed again... this man is compeltely lost...

"All I am saying is... a man in your position should probably try praying once in a while... certainly wouldn't hurt you at all."

Biggs smirks, still concentrating on the game, "I thought you said I couldn't do anything to help... best stay outta this."

"All praying is is asking or respecting a higer power. If there are any orthre than demon lords. There are only few that I know of. My good friend Joshua was murdered almost 40 years ago," Eric says

Jensen smiles halfly, and says simply "Faith preceeds the miracle..."

"Yet the miracle is only done by the one who needs it," Eric says

Jensen sighed again... this man is compeltely lost...

"All I am saying is... a man in your position should probably try praying once in a while... certainly wouldn't hurt you at all."

OOC: He's been listening in here. And does Eric still have that suit?

IC: David smiled at that. "We have long given up on bringing Phalanixians to the light of Christ."

Jensen just wanted to bust out laughing, but held it in... Eric could probably tell by the look on her face. "Whatever,"

She turned to back to Ariel, and started to walk off to a dressing room to try something on.

Jensen turned to respond to David, "Well maybe you should try to bring the Light to them. Offer them it rather than shove it down their throats... no one likes being force-fed."

Eric just rolled his eyes and sighed. He reachedd into one of his pockets in his pants and pulled out a old photo and looked at it and sighed once more.

Jensen turned to respond to David, "Well maybe you should try to bring the Light to them. Offer them it rather than shove it down their throats... no one likes being force-fed."

David's helmet retracts. He looks at her curiously. "Who would not take such a precious gift?"

Eric slowly turns and begens to walk away his boots clicking as they hit the ground. The sound echos for a moment then stops after each step. He stops once more and has that feeling once again. Yet only this time he couldn't push it aside.

Jensen tries really hard to ignore the idiot, I mean Eric, and turns to answer David's question, "I have... nearly my entire life... but some people... some people think they are too good for God."

"Yes. We call them heretics. And try to burn them, or at least lock them up. You can be any religion you want, in Roania, provided you have a religion, and it's on the Certifica Religious."

"There is something here," Eric says as he begens to look around once more

*Tired of listening to the adults talk, Ariel wonders off, looking around the store. Looking around, she finds nothing else to her taste and pays for the silk skirt. With the paid for skirt in hand, she makes a bee line dash for the dressing room.*

"There is something here," Eric says as he begens to look around once more

"What, CENTURION?"

Eric turns around and galirs(sp?) David and says "That was years ago."

David glares back. "Oh, of course. You disapeared with the most powerful power armor technology in existence, and you just toss it aside?"

"It wasn't tossed aside," Eric says as the nano-bots on his body begen forming into the armor. "It was only slightly upgraded as was I."

*Ariel exits the dressing room wearing the new skirt, and walks towards the store exit.*

Ariel: "I'm hungry..."

*She says to no one.*

Ariel: "Wonder what kind of fast food they got here?"