NationStates Jolt Archive

Master Eric, why do you bother with this primitive and his pathetic armor? We have more important things to do.

Damn it I thought they removed you Eric says in his own mind

I am sorry, sir. But you need me around to work this armor. Personally, I would prefer to be inside a librarian droid or something.

David muttered. "Eric, that is Principality property."

"Well it isn't anymore. They attacked me and made me like this so I'm only taking my compinsation," Eric says as the armor forms around his torso and slowly creaps along up his neck

Well atleast you arn't like the other AIs I have encountered.

*Finding a fast food joint, Ariel treats herself to a double cheeseburger. She tip the cashier guy at least 200% and told him to keep it for himself with a wink, then went and found a seat to enjoy her meal.
A man saw this. One of Kuro's slavers. A girl, all by herself. She looked to be at least 16 or 17, and she paid little attention to her surroundings. Kidnapping her would be like taking candy from a baby. He grinned widely as he waited for the girl to get up again and start walking.*

"Well it isn't anymore. They attacked me and made me like this so I'm only taking my compinsation," Eric says as the armor forms around his torso and slowly creaps along up his neck

Well atleast you arn't like the other AIs I have encountered.

"This is unlawful." David suddenly snaps around. "Where's the girl!"

Master David, the girl is inside a nearby fast food resturant. And target Z is with her.

"Quickly, Eric! We must move!" David ran down the esplanade.

Humans. Always in a rush. Shall we follow?

No we will use some shadow travel.
Eric steps into a shadow and dissappers completly only to reappere at the food court. Damn it. Who is he looking for?

*Ariel sits completely unaware of anything except her meal.
The man moves a bit closes while not looking obvious. To add furhter to this, he buys himself a small burger and a drink, taking a seat at a table directly behind Ariel.*

David runs into the food court, his armor on. He slowly walks to the counter ((knocking everyone in the way out)) and orders a PBC.

He slowly walks to behind the slaver. No-one wants to bother him.

Eric now in full armor standing at 8" again walks over to a table infront of Ariel and sits down and smiles slightly

*At the sight of the two men in armor, the slaver becomes hesitant and quickly finishes his burger, getting up and leaving the area quietly.*

Man: Better get out of here. Don't like the look of those two.

*Ariel, her burger half finished, takes a sip of her soda and sees Eric. She waves to him.*

Ariel: "What's with the armor?"

Eric just turns his head and looks towards Airel.
Eric:Just for scareing the locals. *the armor begens to melt away once again letting Eric out of it's cold hard grip and letting the shadow cloak stick to him*

*Ariel seems to phaze next to Eric, in her exctiement skipping point B straight to point C. Her halfd eaten double cheeseburger lies forgotten on the table.*

Ariel: "That was so cool! Do it again! What you just did! Pretty please?"

*She begged, her small hands clasped together.*

*At the sight of the two men in armor, the slaver becomes hesitant and quickly finishes his burger, getting up and leaving the area quietly.*

Man: Better get out of here. Don't like the look of those two.

*Ariel, her burger half finished, takes a sip of her soda and sees Eric. She waves to him.*

Ariel: "What's with the armor?"

David slowly follows after the man. He fades out of view, and reappears right in front of him. "Sir, a word." He draws his blade.

Eric:What making my armor melt away?

*Ariel nods excitedly.*

Ariel: "Yeah! Do it again!"

*The man raises an eyebrow at David, then snorts.*

Man: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry and late already. Damn, why did I get that burger? I knew it would make me late... My wife's gonna kill me!"

*Those last sentences were direced to himself.*

David grabs the man's neck and slams him into a wall. "I know who you work for."

Eric:Ok *his armor once again rises back on to him and then melts away*

Two unknown men enter the mall, saying nothing, revealing nothing. They slip through the area. As they pass David and the other man, one hesitates barely, his wind whirling. He continues, exitting the area. Once clear, he stops, turns to the other. "Target's already done for."

The other nods. "Time to hit the others."

The first grins. "And thus to tyrants..."

Jensen walks out of the dressing room, and sees ariel is missing... "Ariel?" she discards the clothes she had just tried on and walks out of the shop. "Where did she go..." her highlighter picked her out of the crowd and she begn to walk over to the fast food place... then she saw the Roanian man fighting someone, and decided to follow him instead, staying back a ways.

Hangar 13

"Come on, move it!" The overseer snarled at the slaves. "I just bought you two! You'd better be worth the money I paid Kuro!" The two girls shook with fear as they were herded towards the ship.

In the shadows, men watched. One of them's lip curled in disgust. "Slavers. I hate them. Ready?"

Coms clicked. The man nodded. "Ready EMSR?" (He said it Emsir, as one word.) There was a comm click. "Go." he whispered.

There was no noise, no warning. The sniper fired from the shadows, and the overseer collapsed, his heart stopped. The other guards grabbed for their guns, confused. The one on the left dropped dead, then the other. The Team rose from the shadows, charging across the deck, weapons drawn. The first man lunged out, grabbed the two slave-girls, covered their mouths to keep them from screaming. "Shh!" he whispered. "We're here to free you. Keep quiet!" Eyes wide, they nodded, and he let them slip off.

The Team borded the shuttle. A man at the top of the ramp was sitting back, spitting seeds. "Hey, what's taking so long down the-" he was cut off as a nerve dart punched into his neck. The Team fanned through the shuttle, overriding doors and kicking in hatches.

Three more slaves were rushed off the ship, and the crew was locked into the holds. The first man stood in the door. He spoke quietly, menacingly. "Your time is ended." he closed the door, locked it. He pulled out a comm. "Is delivery safe?"

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Crimond was speaking to the unknown man. He heard the communication in his inner ear mic. He glanced at the luxury yacht sharing the bay with the Merc. The slavelord was standing outside of it, chatting with his customers. Crimond's eyes narrowed in anticipation. "It's a go."

He turned to the Merc. "This is a nice hangar, but it looks rather flimsy. I'd transfer. This one could depressurize easily." He dropped the hint to the man, then left the hangar rapidly. He didn't check to see if the Merc followed. Crimond didn't bother with others, he just gave the man a fair warning out of respect and duty.

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In the shuttle, the hacker nodded. "Systems are go. Let's book it!"

The team scattered off of the shuttle, ran through the hangar. As they ran, the support sniper and the members guarding the former slaves picked up and ran, as did the slaves. The lead man was the last out the airlock. He closed it, activated the seals. "Do it!"

The hacker pressed one button, and the team scattered, taking the slaves with.

In the hangar, the shuttle fired its engines, rising from the deck and plowing for space. Its weapons fired, blasting a hole in the hangar doors. The craft plowed through on remote control. Avarice Control tried to order the shuttle to halt, activated defenses. But the shuttle wasn't running far. It banked about, still running full thrusters.

The crew, locked into the cargo bay, was screaming in terror. A shot from a station defense turret lacerated the hold, killing all inside. But the shuttle continued under power and momentum, slamming into the slavelord's hangar, punching through the wall and detonating inside. The inferno, and the occupants, were sucked into space on a gout of flame.

Outside that hangar. Crimond smiled darkly. "Nevermore."

Eric smiled slightly he hadn't been around a youth in a long time.

Riev answered Biggs's question, "Well, they aren't going to stop until they've gotten their vengeance, and they have little regard for collateral. If we can get them to stop, or even tone it down, we can stop the insanity. God knows what they'll pull nex-"

He was cut off as the station rocked. The power cut out, including Biggs game, and the red emergency lights came on. "Hull Breach, Hangar Thirteen. Depressurization contained. Power will be restored shortly. Please remain calm." The station PA announced calmly.

Riev swore. "Never mind. We just found out."

Already, looting was starting in the powered down shopping center.

Biggs was one one of his final bosses, and boy did he throw a fit when the power went out... He tried both his guns futlliy, then racked them as he unhjostered his Gauss Shotgun and pointed it at the screen. One of the kids watching him calmed him down and gently pointed the gun downwards. Biggs laughed.

When the power came on, he smiled and holstered his weapon on his back. "So... who exactly are these guys?" he said, turning to face Riev, "Who are they after and What can we do to help?"

Riev nodded. "I can explain, but let's get everyone together and go somewhere secure." There was the sound of shattering glass below as some idiot threw a molotov into a store. Riev sighed. "See what I mean?"

Below, security was now gassing the looters, and it was almost a full scale riot. Bane started to draw his weapon. Riev knocked his gun hand down. Bane sighed and holstered it.

Eric had to beat off a few looters befor they knew not to be near him. "Damn looters," he cursses under his breath

Biggs smiled briefly... a few seconds later Wedge ran into the area. "Well, what do you need us to do? How many men do you think we'll need? Cuz I guarantee you some of the Capsule Officers are already helping out in one way or another

Most of the scientists have escaped back to the Patriarch... Andf most of the Overseer's crew too... only the military officers remain... about 2-300 of us.

Riev spoke. "I don't want an army. I want to convince them they're wrong, not fight them. Trust me, we don't want to fight them, and they don't want to fight us." He headed for the elevator. "I think I know where to find them..."

"Well you didn't exactly answer my question..." Biggs said annoyedly, "who are they, and who are they after?"

Riev shrugged. "I'm not declaring in public! Get a small group, meet me by the Argus. Hatch Four. I'll explain there."

Biggs sighed... we'll just go with you... We'll pick up all our weapons and armor back at the Corvette."

Biggs and Wedge follow him into the lift.

Riev spoke as they stood in the elevator. "They're called a Raven Team. They're part of the Intelligence Department. They are the self declared Sword of Vengeance for the TRSN. We're fighting a war with the shadow, but sometimes people are corrupted. For heretics, traitors, and revolutionaries, there is Raven. They strike from nowhere, they never leave their dead. When the TRSN is harmed, they return it a thousand-fold, bringing justice and leaving their enemies quaking."

Bane spoke. "A citizen of the Terran Republic can travel anywhere in the Republic unarmed, carrying money, all alone, and never fear for his or her safety. This is because everyone knows that if they harm one person, the Raven Teams will destroy them."

Riev continued, "They exist outside our paremeters, off the Republic's screens. They are officially denied by the government, but everyone knows they are very real. They are the phantoms, the bogeymen, the silent avengers that maintain the peace. And now, they are here." Riev glanced down. "A while back, TSD double crossed us, killed a squad of Marines. Two survived, and one was a Raven detatched to the Marines. When the Argus reported that the TSD was here, they must have gotten the word. Then, when Dolby killed more Marines... the Ravens showed up looking to punish both. I had no idea they were even in this reality yet, much less on the station... but these are their weapons and tactics... no doubt about it."

*Ariel watched, enthralled by the man's armor.*

Ariel: "Wow! What kind of technology is that? It's so cool! Could you give me something that works like that?"

*Then the power went out. Ariel shierked, and stuck near Eric. Someone groped at her, but she kicked the person away.*

Ariel: "Get away from me!"

*She cluing tightly to Eric.*

OOC:Captian Needat was at the Research fasility when it was attacked as a corporal, he survived with only a handful of Troopers and the head scientist, they all go to a reunion every year to mourn the men and women that died at the POC and Pods.



IC


that night captian Needat dreams of the massecare


Needat is running from the POC where the aliens killed most of the TSD Troopers, he runs until he reaches a bridge, then the aliens come out of nowhere and attack Needat

he is wounded by one but he falls into the river before they can kill him, at this minute he wakes up in a cold sweat


Needat:it was just a dream, it happened 4 years ago, your over it now


he get's up and puts on his uniform

OOC: Trasa... we're all going pretty realtime here... you're doing ours and nights at a time lol

IC: Biggs nods, Wedge is practically ready to fight. "So who's our target? what are we supposed to do?"

David cut his way through the rioters. He left a swathe of the dead behind him. Nothing would stand in his way of eliminating all the slavers on the station.

Nothing would stop him from killing Kuro.

*Kuro, the male neko, was informed of the death of his overseer. He frowned, a squad of his toughest, most fearsome goons stood in front of him.*

Kuro: "As the situtation here has become too dangerious for me to stay, I'll be taking my leave and conducting business off station. However! I want this place guarded enough so that no one will think I'm not here! I'll be leaving in my personal craft. I bid thee a farewell."

*Like a rat on a ship about to sink, Kuro knew it was now time to either sink or swim. Of course, this could all just be isolated events, but it seemed too... Connected. Too convient. First it was that squad of dirty cops, and then the slave overseer and one of his buyers. All of them dead. All of them connected to him. He was on doubt on someone's immediate hit list. And now was a time to leave, for his own safety. His personal craft, a modified Capsule Corp Starfighter, was awaiting him. As was the decoys, just in case. Returning to his personal quarters, Kuro packs only what he needs, and then ventures from there to the the small private dock built at the top of the tower, where his craft and the decoys waited.*

Kuro: "Take care of things for me, Brejik."

Brejik: "Of course, Boss Kuro."

*Kuro left affairs to his second in command and most trusted General, Brejik.*

*Davik, meanwhile, had likewise thoughts. Self-preservation came first. Screw the other two laws.*


((OOC: A cookie to whoever knows what laws Davik is refering to! ^_^))

OOC: I'm afraid that Kuro can never get away. David is quite willing to kill everyone on that station if it will eliminate Kuro.

And Inquisitors always hunt in groups...

just steping off a transport a man in a dark suit steps off, he goes to the Bar and he asks for a Trasian Ale if they have any


OOC: This man was the head Scientist during the incident at the POC, his name is Doctor Eisenburg, here is a pic


http://www.planetavp.com/images/avp2screenshots/eisenberg.jpg

((OOC: You know what I hate? People who assume that just because I have a chara who is evil, that their chara, a good one, is automatically smarter, stronger, and just overall better then mine, only because their chara is good aligned! I just hate that! This isn't an American movie where the good guys ALWAYS win and the good guys ALWAYS catch the bad guys! Sometimes bad guys get away. Sometimes the good guys aren't stronger, smarter, faster and better overall then the bad guys. Sometimes good guys DIE! But people don't accept that. Noooo.... They're used to the movies where evil charas are stupid and make big, sloopy mistakes and the good guys are Godmodding Uber Charas who never ever make mistakes! GAH! ... [Ranting B*tch mode off] Sorry, had to get that out...))

OOC:i know how you feel, i really do :cry:

editing, will repost in a minute

((OOC: You know what I hate? People who assume that just because I have a chara who is evil, that their chara, a good one, is automatically smarter, stronger, and just overall better then mine, only because their chara is good aligned! I just hate that! This isn't an American movie where the good guys ALWAYS win and the good guys ALWAYS catch the bad guys! Sometimes bad guys get away. Sometimes the good guys aren't stronger, smarter, faster and better overall then the bad guys. Sometimes good guys DIE! But people don't accept that. Noooo.... They're used to the movies where evil charas are stupid and make big, sloopy mistakes and the good guys are Godmodding Uber Charas who never ever make mistakes! GAH! ... [Ranting B*tch mode off] Sorry, had to get that out...))

OOC: I sympathise, but my 'goodguy' is a borderline psycopath who just killed 230 people because they were in his way.

Kuro can run, but he can't hide.

Biggs and Wedge leave the lift tube when it reaches their deck, and head over to the bay where their corvette, the Pulsar Skate, had docked.

They walked into the ship and entered the bridge to get their armor jackets... right where they left them.

Biggs smirked as he looked at a display screen, a radar-type instrument.. that displayed a few more CapsuleTech signatures than normal. "Hey, lookie here... other CC ships are in the area... at least fighters... but wait... what's a fighter doing all the way out here?"

Wedge thought for a moment... "Yeah... looks like it's leaving tower 4... well... it registers as a capsule Corporation technology... but doesn't put out a friendly signature. No CC Fighter that size has a hyperdrive... where does it think it's gonna go? Last time I checked there was the Overseer, the Argus, and the Iron fist... those are the only carriers I know of."

Biggs laughed. "Wedge... I think you just solved the problem... let's follow them... shall we?"

"Yes, let's shall" wedge said with a smile as he took the Gunner's seat. Biggs took the helm and immediately started up the engines.

The chloro-borg enhanced science vessel... complete with full normal armaments and a compliment of 3 Legolas-Class Mecha, glided swiftly out of the bay, passing through the magnetic shield. It trailed the CC-type fighters at a safe distance, monitoring them carefully as soon as they left the dock.

"Record every move it makes... and try to be descrete about it!"

Crimond sat on the bench, calmly eating a K-ration. His comm chirped in his inner ear. The Raven hacker spoke, "Sir, Kuro is fleeing the station. Multiple vessels in pursuit... I'm tapping the external cams." Crimond nodded to himself. Hmm... he's skipping out offly fast... didn't have time to rig his shuttle to blow... Time for plan B.

Crimond spoke one word. "Delta." The operation sprang into effect.

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In a Missile Defense turret, the computer systems were functioning normally. They logged all traffic, all transit. Everything was optimal. Then code changed, rewrote. The turret came alive under hacker control. It swung, tracking Kuro's ship, and unloaded a massive barrage of Hyper Velocity Missiles.

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Crimond didn't know if they hit. He didn't care. Kuro was gone, chased off and pursued by other forces. There was still wet-work to pursue on Avarice Station...

Eisenburg just sits down with his ale thinking about what happened 4 years ago, then he decides to find a ship so he can get back to Trasa and inform the TSD that he is still alive

In the bar, a mam gets up from his counter, closing the computer he had used to control the Defense Turret. He turned to leave when a man in the back of the bar caught his attention. The man's image was burned into his mind, literally, by neural imprinting. "Tier One Personality in Bar." he breathed, the mic in his throat transmitting. He placed his hand near the hidden N.03 in his coat.

the former TSD scientist get's up and heads for the shuttlebay's, he books transport that leaves in 3 hours


Eisenburg:i have a bad feeling that i knew the man in the bar from somewhere, luckily i will NOT be here to find out what he intends

Crimond bolted from his chair as the name hitshis neural imput. Memories flashed, memories of a younger him, less jaded by the harsh realities of life, before he was a Raven. He reached into his vest, feeling an old 10mm Service Pistol. A pistol with 2 bullets left. One for Hisar, one for Eisenburg. Crimond took off at a run, other Ravens converging on the Promenade with him. This whole squad was in the area in minutes, waiting for the "Go" command.

Wedge's eyes windenned as he tracked several ships follwing Kuro's ship, and even a missile defense turret firing. "whoa! That fighter is getting fired upon!"

Biggs noted it as well, trying to stay far enough away to clear danger. "yeah, we should probably just watch from here..."

Eisenbug get's a feeling that somthings about to happen


Eisenburg:i didn't survive that encounter with a facehugger and aliens to get killed here


he yells to the man watching hi


Eisenburg:Killing me won't bring your comrades back, the Aliens where out of control and you where not suppost to be involved. but you may kill me if you want to kill a innocent man who made a mistake 4 years ago

The hacker smiled, the N.03 springing from his coat, the triple barrels spinning ominously, anxious to rev up to speed. The hacker spoke, "I won't kill you..."

Crimond stepped into the bar, his service pistol drawn. "Hello, Doctor. Remember me?"

Eisenburg: you where one of the men that we tried to get rid of, you where trying to DESTROY our expairiments, i spent all my LIFE working on that project and you and your marines destroyed it when we almost had them contained!

Crimond smiled darkly. "Destroyed it, Doctor? We had no interest in your expirements, other than trying to help your own men escape. You tried to kill us, remember. We offered assistance, you betrayed us. Two of us survived... only two. They had families, you know... Kawalski killed himself later, tortured by the memories.... I alone survived that nightmare... and now you shall face the swift steel of my justice."

Jensen has been watching most of the action from the mall deck she was on... she went back over to Eric and Ariel.

"So Ariel, did you find what you were looking for at the Red Shift?"

Eisenburg: you don't know how it feels to have the blood of 2,000 men and women in your hands! i had to crawl and scrach my way out of that hellhole! i drifted for 4 years trying to find a way to repay those lives and i had decided that to CONTINUE my research was the only way to do it, i have almost finished with the research.

Eisenburg looks extreamly tired


Eisenburg:shoot me, go ahead, i don't WANT to remember what happened there that day, so fire your weapon.

For the first time in years, Crimond felt something resembling compassion for another human being. "Why, Doctor? Why did you kill them!" he screams in a pained voice, a tear in his eye, losing his absolute calm. "Why the hell did you do it?"

*The barge of missiles hit one of the five decoy ships that luanched at the same time as Kuro's. There were two CCF-7s besides Kuro's own CCF-16, both modified like his, two more starfighters bearing markings and F.O.E. markers of Xanthal, and a fith ship of generic design. Could belong to anybody. The missiles impacted with one of the CCF-7s, and vessel explodeing. All the other vessels accelerated, engaging in evasive manuvers while charging their hyperdrives for a jump. Each ship had a different jump destination, and the decoys would most likely self destruct or be picked up at a later time.*

*Ariel points to her skirt. It was the new one she just bought, the old one thrown away.*

Ariel: "Yeah! I found this! Oh! This guy has such cool armor! Show her too what you showed me!"


((OOC: All ships have been modified to have hyperdrives.))

Eisenburg:i had no choice, you would'v found out What exactly we where doing there, if you wish to avenge your comrades then go ahead, shoot me in the head if you wish, the only resone i killed them is beacuse i didn't WANT your involvment, the Distress call was unauthorizedd and YOU came!

Crimond's lip curled in disgust. "It didn't occur to you that we might have been happy to ignore your research, regardless? That we were simply trying to save lives? Was that beyond your pinheaded mind?" The other Raven stared at his leader in shock, not used to seeing any emotion at all. "I told their famlies that they would not die in vain. I told them I would avenge their murders... know this, Doctor, I do not do this for myself, but for those whom you killed. God rest your twisted soul!"

BANG!

Eisenburg looks down and sees red comming out of his pure black uniform, he just smiles and caughs up blood. he takes 3 steps backwards and leans against a bulkhead

Eisenburg:now the nightmare is over

with those words he dies

*Brejik snarled as his Boss fled like a coward.*

Brejik: "The weakling. I hope someone shoots him down. And now, since the Boss is away, I'm taking his place! My reign of terror and fear will begin now!"


((OOC: Now this NPC Bad guy, you can have your good guys rape, main, and kill him all you want. I plan to have him be a steorotypical movie bad guy. He's gonna be stoopid, make lots of big mistakes, and think himself invincible. Expect him to blame stuff on his underlings whenever something doesn't go as planned.))

The Pulsar Skate was at a dead stop... watching the fight.

Wedge, manning all the sensors... nted some odd readings. "Hey check this out, there's hyperspace signatures in the area... coming from those starfighters... someone is preparing for a jump!"

Biggs miles... "Really? That explains why there are fighters out here... they've been hyper-modded! Can you get their coordinates?"

"not yet... but one thing is for sure, they've all got different vectors...."

"Hmmm... which one to follow... Here's a question... if you were trying to escape... which would you be in... a Senine... or a Star Falcon."

Wedge smiled... "Allright, I got the Star-Falcon's jump coordinates... lets see if we can't beat him there."

"No... he'll be gone for a while... best to just trace him... see if you can't fire a tracer."

"Heh, right on."

A small missile flies at about 10 km/s towards the CCF-16, holding a small tracer that will self-attach

EDIT: HEAVILLY edited ;)

The spent casing bounces from the floor with a hollow clink. The still smoking shell rolls to Crimond's booted foot, where it comes to rest. Crimond lowers the pistol, the wisp of smoke still drifting from the end. He holdters it with a silent prayer to the dead, walks to Eisenburg's body. He places a penny in each of the eyes, the money to pay the ferryman of the River Styx. Crimond kneels at the body, offers a silent prayer for the dead man, then stands.

The hacker steps from the room. Crimond faces the only other person in the bar, the bartender. He sighs. I should kill him, clean this whole thing up. There had been enough death today. Crimond pulled a neurostinger and shot the bartender. The man fell backwards, crashing into the shelf behind him. He would sleep for a while, then wake up, his short-term memory scrambled beyond recognition. With a heavy heart, Crimond left the bar, and the past, behind him.

Riev and Bane arrived at their destination, only to find it deserted. Riev turned to Bane. "I thought you said they would be here."

Bane thought for a moment. "They should be." He shrugged. "I guess we wait."

the fading spirit of Eisenburg sees nothing but Darkness, but there is also light, Eisenburg Tries to find the spirits of his parents and brother and he sees them to his right, he joins the dead

*Kuro's ships jumps out of the sector first, followed mere seconds later by the decoys. The modified CCF-16 enters Hyperspace. Kuro sighs and leans back into the seat, closing his eyes. He was gonna be here for at least four to five days...*

((OOC: Will post Kuro's modifications after I research it more.))

David eventually reaches the place all of his targets are hiding in. "Surrender, and you won't be killed."

*Kuro's ships jumps out of the sector first, followed mere seconds later by the decoys. The modified CCF-16 enters Hyperspace. Kuro sighs and leans back into the seat, closing his eyes. He was gonna be here for at least four to five days...*

((OOC: Will post Kuro's modifications after I research it more.))OOC: Did the tracer attach?

*Kuro's ships jumps out of the sector first, followed mere seconds later by the decoys. The modified CCF-16 enters Hyperspace. Kuro sighs and leans back into the seat, closing his eyes. He was gonna be here for at least four to five days...*

((OOC: Will post Kuro's modifications after I research it more.))OOC: Did the tracer attach?


((OOC: I dunno... *Flips a coin.* Heads... Yup, it attached a split instant before Kuro's ship made the jump. You lucky SoB you...))

Crimond stepped back into the makeshift Raven HQ in the loading areas. He saw Bane and Riev waiting for him there, sitting on his equipment. He sighed and pulled out a bottle of liquor, took a swig of the whiskey right from the bottle. "What do you want?" he asked, coughing on the liquor.

Riev spoke. "You need to stop your attacks. This has gone too far. This station is becoming a bloodbath."

Crimond winced with inner pain. "You say bloodbath, I say redemption. The TSD has paid for its crimes, the criminals are broken for the moment. We shall not be taken lightly here again."

Riev asked the other man. "Was it worth it? Was your bloody vengeance worth it?"

Crimond shrugged, took another gulp. "Ask the citizens in a month. Ask the slaves we freed. Ask the everyday victims of these crimes... ask them what they think. We are but the instrument..."

Riev felt pity for the obviously torn Intel man. "Still, you've accomplished your goal. End the attacks."

Crimond nodded. "We will. Besides, this station has its own Raven unit soon, the first TRSN unit Native to this reality."

"Who?" Reiv asked, incredulous.

"The slaves we freed, some of the non-crooked cops, and the families of men the different crime lords killed. You should see those two elf girls. Possessed, I tell you. They've being trained in our techniques, outfitted with our weapons. We will soon be no longer needed here... they can take care of things then."

"So, you're leaving after?"

"Yes. We need some R&R, first. Fortunately, no one ever saw us... well, saw us and lived... and we didn't leave evidence. We'll stick around, train and observe the new team. Then we'll leave you in peace, Marine."

Reiv and Bane left the Intel man there, entered the elevator. Reiv stated, "I don't like the idea of recruiting locals for a Raven Team. It's just sick."

Bane turned away. "It makes sense. Those former victims will now ensure the peace here. Maybe they will use "bad" tactics, but it will protect a lot of people."

Reiv bit his cheek. "I wanted to help these people. Instead, we've given them a return to vigilante justice."

"It's still justice."

*Kuro's ships jumps out of the sector first, followed mere seconds later by the decoys. The modified CCF-16 enters Hyperspace. Kuro sighs and leans back into the seat, closing his eyes. He was gonna be here for at least four to five days...*

((OOC: Will post Kuro's modifications after I research it more.))OOC: Did the tracer attach?


((OOC: I dunno... *Flips a coin.* Heads... Yup, it attached a split instant before Kuro's ship made the jump. You lucky SoB you...))

Not hearing a response, David smashed his way into Kuro's headquarters. "Surrender, or die. Last warning."

-deleted for realisms sake-

Someone might have noticed Jensen step quietly into the bay... eavesdropping into the conversation.

"Killing innocent civillians can not be blamed on inefficiencies... you guys are just horrible. I hope you realize that you will never end Crime... Kuro will be back, or someone will take his plave... the underground will revive within a few months... what exactly did you plan to accomplish? If you just wanted to knock off some Trasians for klicks, why not just nuke their Star Destructor or whatever."

Inquisitor David stormed in. "Where are their bodies? I must take them back for regeneration, so we can learn of their main base." In his full armor, and with the blood of dozens of looters on him, he must have been a terrifying sight.

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*Kuro's ships jumps out of the sector first, followed mere seconds later by the decoys. The modified CCF-16 enters Hyperspace. Kuro sighs and leans back into the seat, closing his eyes. He was gonna be here for at least four to five days...*

((OOC: Will post Kuro's modifications after I research it more.))OOC: Did the tracer attach?


((OOC: I dunno... *Flips a coin.* Heads... Yup, it attached a split instant before Kuro's ship made the jump. You lucky SoB you...))

Not hearing a response, David smashed his way into Kuro's headquarters. "Surrender, or die. Last warning."OOC: Umm... ok... kuro is long gone. :)

OOC: I thought he had left some people behind.

OOC: LOL in case you guys haven't cought on... this whole thread has existed in less than 24 hours IC time...

((OOC: Brejik's still there.))

*Brejik luaghs as some idiot in power armor kicks down the door.*

Brejik: "It is not I who will die, but you! Kill him!"

*He orders the assembled goon squad, taking out a plasma pistol and opening firing upon the man in HOPLITE-3 Armor. The goon's weaponry range from projectile to energy based, a few with Guass weapons, others with personal rail drivers, and one even had a flamethrower attached to his wrist.*


((OOC: Please be relistic about the fight. That's all I ask.))

Crimond glanced up from his report. "Why, hello. I take it your the Director Jensen mentioned in the Argus reports? Well, we try to minimize casualties as best we can, and trust me, the crime will die off soon enough. Imagine, every criminal looking over their shoulder at every moment, afraid of the Angel of Death staring through an Emsir rifle... No, the new Team we formed will greatly aid this station. They are already being secretly backed by the non-corrupt security forces. We've gotta train them a little more, but they'll do fine."

He paused. "And about Trasda... I have no grudge with the TSD in general, just with a few elements... elements that have been rectified."

Jensen stepped forward, an angrilly confused look on her face, "Hah! You wipe out one underground law just to put i your own? how are you any better than the underground...? The station already has security, and they will not allow an Occupation force... this is a neutral station, and no one will let you get away with affilliating this place with anyone."

OOC: He has a personal rail gun, and he wants me to be realistic. Amazing.

IC:

The gauss blasts slam into David's leg. He wills himself to ignore the pain. "You die here, slaver." He draws his gun and fires it randomly across the room. Then his other hand comes up, carrying another RA-100. He opens fire again.

The rail blast slams into his armor, but the force is cushioned. He winces, drops a gun, and removes one of his gauntlets. He looks idly at his fingers as the poorly trained thugs fire around him, or occasionally at his heavily armored chest. Then he selects an Aquamarine ring and rubs it. He becomes enclosed in a shimmering energy field.

OOC: What's wrong with a portable magnetic weapon? he didn't say it goes a kilometer a second or anything... A rail gun is just a weapon that fires a slug with magnets... not chemicals... it's just easier to use, lighter, and less mechanics... not to mention less noise. Sure, might have a little more power and ability.

OOC: What's wrong with a portable magnetic weapon? he didn't say it goes a kilometer a second or anything... A rail gun is just a weapon that fires a slug with magnets... not chemicals... it's just easier to use, lighter, and less mechanics... not to mention less noise. Sure, might have a little more power and ability.

OOC: It's technolligically shaky, a portable one.

And I think it's less power and agility.

Crimond stood, turning to face the starfield outside. "Ma'am, I hope you know that we hold our members to the highest standards. No innocent shall be harmed. We don't even care about the petty thieves or other such criminals. No, we have specific goals... no slavery, no drugs, no organized murder, no prostitution. Anyone in violation of these shall face the Raven. And so you know, the Raven Team on this station will not answer to the TRSN. They will be independant, the first Raven cell in this dimension. Some of our members will stay behind to guide it, but it is not a puppet of our government. Please, do not mistake me for a petty warlord or gangster."

((OOC: Not a Rail Gun! A Rail Driver! There is a difference! Rail Drivers are smaller, one shot versions of Rail Guns. If you've played Red Faction, you'll know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, then it works like this. You point the long barreled weapon at what you want to shoot. You pull the trigger. The solid slug is accelerated by powerful magnets. You want to shoot something else? You gotta reload by pushing the barrel down like an old fashion single barrel shotgun, you load the slug into the barrel, and you snap it close. There, all set. Reload time is about... Um... Crap, two seconds. I'm not sure. Anyhow, if you have an assualt weapon, you could easily pump enough laser bolts or bullets into the guy with the Rail Driver before he ever has the chance to grab the second slug.))

OOC: He has a personal rail gun, and he wants me to be realistic. Amazing.

IC:

The gauss blasts slam into David's leg. He wills himself to ignore the pain. "You die here, slaver." He draws his gun and fires it randomly across the room. Then his other hand comes up, carrying another RA-100. He opens fire again.

The rail blast slams into his armor, but the force is cushioned. He winces, drops a gun, and removes one of his gauntlets. He looks idly at his fingers as the poorly trained thugs fire around him, or occasionally at his heavily armored chest. Then he selects an Aquamarine ring and rubs it. He becomes enclosed in a shimmering energy field.

OOC: He has two assualt weapons. Not one.

Jensen widens her eyes, "No innocent killed? I've been hearing nothing but explosions all over this place! Innocent civillians and people who have nothing to do with you.. dead! Are you not aware of your own defficiencies? Or do you just go by target kill count? Now what's to stop these people from rebelling anyway? Crime always finds away in... you won't stop it... only make it try harder. Beleive me... you have know idea how many crime rings I have been planted in... there is never any soldier that can not be payrolled... by the end of next month half your men could not even be working for you anymore, and you wouldn't even know it."

Jensen stopped advancing about 5 meters away... if you pay attention, she is holding her shotgun behind her back, with the PSD clamped to the side to protect her... probably won't use it... but if Crimond does something stupid, she doesn't want to go down without a fight.

"There is no way to keep the peace... not in a festering hive of scum and villainy such as this... there are a few million people here... half of them don't stay longer than a month... how do you expect to keep track of them with only one team?"

OOC: He has two assualt weapons. Not one.

((OOC: Well then, he should get the job done twice as fast. And also, the whole lot of them, even Brejik, are nameless NPCs. Claim your kills. Post the battle as you see fit, just don't do "I walk in, kill everyone, and then leave without a single scratch" posts. I hate those.
Use your creative powers! This is your chance to put your storytelling skills to the test! RP the entire battle as you think it should fall out. Does David go for the head hancho first, or take out the goons? Does David appear to be losing, but his friends appear halfway through the battle and tip the scales? I'm giving you full permission to do whatever you want with this battle! ^_^ Do it all in one post, or tell it out across several? You got the power to choice either or!))

Crimond sighed. "Every death is a tragedy, but they must be weighed against the greater good."

He grimaced. "And don't worry about loyalty... we have methods that would probably make you sick. We start by recruiting people the members of the team deem to be "worthy". After we ask them if they want in, we train them fully in mind and body. If at any point they fail or ask to leave, they are released with a wiped memory. If they come in, they are neurally imprinted. Loyalty is burned into their very subconcious. Disloyalty is as impossible as strangling yourself with your own hands."

He looks back at her. "Consult the Argus records on us. I'll give you the access code. Check our history. More than once, entire teams have shut down their own minds rather than be corrupted. We would rather die than turn. We will die before we turn, thanks to the severity of the imprinting. It is even burned over the natural fight or flight. Instead, there is nothing but Loyalty."

The Slavers stop. They fire countless rounds at David. They all bounce off the energy shield. He smiles and draws his blade, swooping it into the nearest mercenary. "Scum such as you deserve to die." He says, as an energy charge flies up the blade and into the man, causing him to explode suddenly.

Another merc. finds his escape route curtailed by a wall of fire from David's red ring. He is severely scorched and left for dead. Several more fall prey to darts from a malachite ring.

Soon, there is only Brejik. "Please... don't kill me! Mercy, good sir! Mercy!"

"Mercy?" David steps forward in the silent room, each footstep the sound of a tombstone falling. "Did you show mercy to those you captured?"

"Please..." Brejik looks up into David's eyes. He can't see them, can only see the dark slits of his helmet. "If you kill me, then you are no better than I am."

"Fool. The only way to fight the darkness is to become the darkness. No, darker then the darkness. Look into the abyss, and embrace it." David draws his blade.

"You. You're mad!" Brejik tries to get away, but there is no place to go...

"Well... Fine... but you end these attacks now. If you have anything left to do, do it with a freaking gun... no sense in killing innocents. Then you leave your so called loyal raven force behind... with one month of training as you suggested... and watch this place fall right back where it was."

((OOC: Waiting for Phalanx to get on now...))

Crimond nodded. "Already done, ma'am. Our business is over. And don't you worry about the Team... if through some trick of the devil they do turn, the installed monitors in their minds will trigger, and they will die on the spot. Now, I have a report to file. Good day, ma'am."

OOC: Why didn't Jensen realise that all those rioters were killed by David?

She smiles knowingly, "be careful... ruling by fear... it's most definately the dark side... you will not solve any sort of problem just by scaring people... like I said... it will just make them try harder."

She turns and begins to walk back to the Docking bay just as the Pulsar Skate pulls back in.

OOC: Why didn't Jensen realise that all those rioters were killed by David?OOC: ...? I am talking about all the bombings... not you ruthlessly killing murderers... she already hates Roanians lol

OOC: Why didn't Jensen realise that all those rioters were killed by David?OOC: ...? I am talking about all the bombings... not you ruthlessly killing murderers... she already hates Roanians lol

The Raven's blew up a lot of sh*t. They would like David.

OOC: Why didn't Jensen realise that all those rioters were killed by David?OOC: ...? I am talking about all the bombings... not you ruthlessly killing murderers... she already hates Roanians lol

Why? What did I ever do to her?

Eisenburgs body lays there, then his spirit so stong manages to find it's way back to his body, he once again breaths, barly, Eisenburg realizes that the Reborn Trasian Spirits have givin him one last chance to fix teh damage taht he caused, he get's up and quickly makes his way to the shuttlebay



OOC:The Trasian body is different then the average human, somtimes but rarely the Body regenerates and if the spirit is strong enough it can find it's way back into the body and live again.

OOC: Why didn't Jensen realise that all those rioters were killed by David?OOC: ...? I am talking about all the bombings... not you ruthlessly killing murderers... she already hates Roanians lol

Why? What did I ever do to her?OOC: She doesn't like the way they think... it's... umm... evil? :)

Eisenburgs body lays there, then his spirit so stong manages to find it's way back to his body, he once again breaths, barly, Eisenburg realizes that the Reborn Trasian Spirits have givin him one last chance to fix teh damage taht he caused, he get's up and quickly makes his way to the shuttlebay



OOC:The Trasian body is different then the average human, somtimes but rarely the Body regenerates and if the spirit is strong enough it can find it's way back into the body and live again.OOC: Ummm....

*counts* GODmode number 5... this better have a point.

OOC:whattya mean "Ummm"?

OOC: Yes, but people say the same thing about the Whitecloaks from WoT. It's a matter of opinion.

"Fool. The only way to fight the darkness is to become the darkness. No, darker then the darkness. Look into the abyss, and embrace it."

How is that evil? And if they work for the side of good, how are they evil?

OOC: Yes, but people say the same thing about the Whitecloaks from WoT. It's a matter of opinion.

"Fool. The only way to fight the darkness is to become the darkness. No, darker then the darkness. Look into the abyss, and embrace it."

How is that evil? And if they work for the side of good, how are they evil?OOC: yeah... they're crazy in WoT ;) and so what if she doesn't like them? it IS her opinion... And lol... i won't even answer the second question... ;) *coughkkkcoughhitlercough*

OOC:whattya mean "Ummm"?OOC: Umm... as in... how come all of a sudden your guys are superhuman... I was only slightly annoyed with the humongoid starships ;) Your guy just effing resurrected himself... what's up with that... seriously... it better have some major RP reason... and a legit one too.

???I'm missing your reasoning.???

OOC:if you check my OTHER threads somtime you would find my people arn't normal, they are mostly Geneticly modifyed and the Reborn Cult is strong.

this streangth is found only in the Greatest of Trasians

OOC: Come on, let's keep this RP! Make a new forum to argue the facts, guys!

???I'm missing your reasoning.???OOC: Dude... it's a character... she doesn't like him because he forces his religion on others and takes justice into his own hands...

OOC:ok, no more arguing, i'll argue if he strikes again VIA telegram.

???I'm missing your reasoning.???OOC: Dude... it's a character... she doesn't like him because he forces his religion on others and takes justice into his own hands...

OOC: Fine. But as I said, where there is one Inquisitor, there are more...

IC:

"Base Commander Jensen, right?" A young woman jogged up to her from a dropship.

OOC:i G2G to bed now, bro's yelling at me again :roll: cya tomarrow

Riev and Bane make their way to the bar, only to find a bloody splash on the wall, and a man who shoud be dead, judging by the blood, walking away. Riev goes for his gun in shock, "What the hell?"

Bane stops him. "Leave him. He's fine." Bane pushes Riev's arm down, faces Eisenburg. "Good luck, Doctor. Find your Redemption."

David leaves the slave outpost. "Kuro has evaded me again. I need a drink. And I need to meet these Raven guys. They ruined my job with those explosions."

Jensen turned... her weapon still drawn, only held idly at her side. "Nah, Special Projects Director Adrianna Jensen... still looking for me?" she says, with a correcting laugh.

((OOC: Kuro's modifications: Beefed up Deflector shields, Hyperdrives, improved powerplants, and double the armor, turning the Aerofighter into a vertible Heavy Fighter. All five hardpoints carry Seeker Missile Pods, with each pod carrying eight missiles, making for forty Seeker Missiles altogether. There, that's all of Kuro's CCF-16's modifications...))

Riev sees Jensen standing outside with one of the many strange people on this station. He waves in greeting. "Hey!" He glances around with a slightly ironic smile. "This station is not the most civilized point in the galaxy, is it?" He shrugs. "Want something to eat?"

He held out his hand to the other woman with her. "I'm Lt. Jackson Riev, TRSN, Marine Corps. I'm stationed on the Deep Space Research Frigate Argus. You care to join us for something to eat or drink?"

Jensen turned... her weapon still drawn, only held idly at her side. "Nah, Special Projects Director Adrianna Jensen... still looking for me?" she says, with a correcting laugh.

"I can get things wrong, but still get the person right." She looked her in the eye. "I understand you have been having trouble with slavers. One of our agents went rogue. We fear he could be here. Under no circumstances should you attempt to stand in his way. He is a remorseless killer, willing to wipe out everyone on this system just to kill a few slavers."

<<Plot-twist>>

She smiled again, ignoring Riev to pay attention to the Roan, "Oh really? Who might it be? I have information on almost everyone I have encountered here... I did see one Roanian a short while ago... he left during the Blackout and I heard he shot a few people."

((I believe the total death toll was 275 looters))

"A few? Thank the lord. His name is David Masterson. He is on some sort of personal crusade against Kuro for some reason. He is completely insane." She sticks out her hand. "High Inquisitor Kigari. Just Kigari."

Riev catches the conversation and heads back to the bar, muttering to himself. "I need a drink. This never ends. Yeah, I need a drink..."

((I believe the total death toll was 275 looters))

"A few? Thank the lord. His name is David Masterson. He is on some sort of personal crusade against Kuro for some reason. He is completely insane." She sticks out her hand. "High Inquisitor Kigari. Just Kigari."OOC: When was that?! I totally missed that

IC: Jensen extended her hand in return... Another Inquisitor... just what I need.... "yeah... I can give you all the info I have.

Riev catches the conversation and heads back to the bar, muttering to himself. "I need a drink. This never ends. Yeah, I need a drink..."

He is followed by a dark figure.

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"Your... antipathy towards us is well known. But a renegade Inquisitor is a powerful force. I need whatever you have."

"My antipathy is well known? I am somewhat curious as to why you would research into my personal prejudices.... What exactly would you use this information for?"

As Riev enters the bar, Bane jumps from his seat. "Who are you?" he demands. Riev looks confused. "Um.. how much have you drunk?"

Bane throws Riev aside. "You!" he points to the dark man.

((OOC: *Yawns!* For everyone's info, Davik specializes in contract killings. Don't ask why I'm telling you all this, cause I don't know either.))


*Davik, hanging out near the docking area, lits up a ciggerette.*

Davik: "Next explosion and I'm out of here."

As Riev enters the bar, Bane jumps from his seat. "Who are you?" he demands. Riev looks confused. "Um.. how much have you drank?"

Bane throws Riev aside. "You!" he points to the dark man.

"I am Hig... former Inquisitor David Masterson. I have spent months following Kuro. And because you had to cause big explosions, I missed out." David enters the bar. The blood of Rejik is still covering his armor.
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"That is not important. We must catch David."

As Davik stands there, another man enters the area. "Hello." the man states. "They call you Davik, right?"

"You need a job?"

Wedge was on his way back to the lift when he spotted Davik at a distance. With a smile he slowly walked towards his direction... listening in on the conversation.

Bane smiles knowingly. "Sorry, Inquisitor, I truly am." He spoke honestly. "We don't control them. Their goals are not one particular man, but the end of the slave trade in general. They have secured the station from the threat, and I'm sure they would aide you in your quest."

Jensen sighs heavilly... "what do you need to know?"

*Davik blow a puff of smoke in the speaker's direction.*

Davik: "I'm called a lot of things, but people call me Davik to my face. It depends. I don't do windows."

The other man grins. "But you do clean messes, correct?" He pauses. "How would you like a cause to fight for? If not, we still have jobs, but we'd much prefer an ally."

Bane smiles knowingly. "Sorry, Inquisitor, I truly am." He spoke honestly. "We don't control them. Their goals are not one particular man, but the end of the slave trade in general. They have secured the station from the threat, and I'm sure they would aide you in your quest."

"This man, as you call him, is the most loathsome individual in this dimension." He grabs Bane by the neck. "And thanks to you Ravens, he has escaped, to rebuild his empire. I was this close!"

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"Have you seen him? Where was this. Who was he with?"

*Davik takes a long drag on the cigerette.*

Davik: "A cause to fight for? I already have my cause. But if you need someone to clean up any messes you may have, there's no better janitor on this station then me. It's too crowded here, let's talk business elsewhere, shall we?"

*He motions to the elevator.*

"jensen shook her head slightley, "Truthfully... I only talked to him for a moment... some crazy fake religious fanatic murdering talk... and then not 10 minutes later he was out killing many... many poeple, single-handedly... the guy is crazy... I have a full picture if you want."

OOC: Not smart.

IC: Bane doesn't even twitch. He closes his eyes. A wash of energy blasts from him into David's arm, and a psychic wave hurls with gale force, throwing everything away from him. Bane stops smiling. "He won't make it far. And I'd recommend being less agressive with potential allies if you don't want a nasty end." It wasn't a threat, it wasn't a warning. It was simply a declaration of truth.

Riev didn't trust this Masterson's mind to be reasonable, and his hand rested on his N.03, his radio channel was open. He waited for a response.

The other man smiles and steps into the elevator with Davik. He jimmies the lock, kills the camera. "We're clean. Now, we've got a small breach of protocol on this station. Kuro ran before we could axe him. We need him dead. I know you used to work for him, if you still do, you will not be harmed, but his life is forfeit. He might know a little too much about our operations... we can pay you in any method you want. You can either watch helplessly, or turn a tidy profit and make some new friends."

Having received a CapsuLink message from Jensen, Biggs enters a lift and works his way up towards the site of a massive spiritual disturbance... Bane's shockwaves put out a lot of energy that he could see forom a mile away. On the lift tube that led to the bar... Biggs was the only one there. He cocked his shotgun and loaded in a few buckshot shells and turned on his PSD. most definately.. wherever Bane was... was either Eric or David... and bane had gotten over Eric.

*Davik considers the man's offer. He had worked for the three previous crimebosses, and this was the first time he was confronted by station officals.*

Davik: "So in otherwords, you want me to betray my boss, track him down, and kill him? What kind of price we talking about here?"

The other man shrugs. "I was thinking four million, your choice of delivery method and payment type."

OOC: Calling it a night, Capsule already did. See you tomorrow.

*Davik thinks it over for a moment.*

Davik: "Three million, up front. Three million when I bring you Kuro's head. Deal?"

*Ariel watched, enthralled by the man's armor.*

Ariel: "Wow! What kind of technology is that? It's so cool! Could you give me something that works like that?"

*Then the power went out. Ariel shierked, and stuck near Eric. Someone groped at her, but she kicked the person away.*

Ariel: "Get away from me!"

*She cluing tightly to Eric.*

Eric:It is nano-tech *sends a looter flying with one well placed arm strike* And I do have some inside my craft. *grabs a looters and throws him into a group of them making a exit* Lets get out of here.

Doctor Eisenburg reaches the outter door of the hangerbay


Eisenburg: at last i shall beable to control the hive, especially the Emperess.





OOC:The Emperess is the Alien Queen that controls the hive

The other man thinks for a moment. "That is acceptable. What currency do you want?"

OOC: OK, go run off and play with your aliens and predators now ;)

IC: Biggs, no in his ful combat gear, continues up the lift, ready to blow David apart at first sight.

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Jensen is still trying to work something out with te Roanian woman, "Here," she says, pulling out a small holocron and linking it to a small outlet on the back of her hand, "Let me show you what I saw." The projector initializes and a full image of David, about 6 inches high, stands there, holding a Kuro operative at his grip, pinned against a wall. A moment later, the image dims, due to the power outage, and shortly after, David runs off out of view... Jensen didn't bother to follow. "Does that help?" she says, closing the image.

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Wedge... well Wedge his just hiding out waiting for a lift tube... at least that's what it looks like... he is currently using every method he can to listen into Davik's conversation... only picking out a few words... "job" and "4 Million" just barely come through... using a laser microphone against the lift tube... there was a lot of natural noise... but he has most of it cleared out now... and plans to listen to the entire conversation from here out.

((OOC: You know what I hate? People who assume that just because I have a chara who is evil, that their chara, a good one, is automatically smarter, stronger, and just overall better then mine, only because their chara is good aligned! I just hate that! This isn't an American movie where the good guys ALWAYS win and the good guys ALWAYS catch the bad guys! Sometimes bad guys get away. Sometimes the good guys aren't stronger, smarter, faster and better overall then the bad guys. Sometimes good guys DIE! But people don't accept that. Noooo.... They're used to the movies where evil charas are stupid and make big, sloopy mistakes and the good guys are Godmodding Uber Charas who never ever make mistakes! GAH! ... [Ranting B*tch mode off] Sorry, had to get that out...))

OOC: I feel your pain. That's why I design all my chracters with severe flaws. Example: My character 'Jack Bray' is a sociopath, meaning he feels little or no emotion, and is unable to function in present-day society.

OOC: And where should I jump back in at?

Eric:*activates his armor's com* Requesting back up in the food court. looters are getting out of control. *sends 5 more flying into a wall*

With the power restored for some time now, station security makes their way to Eric's mall deck. Holding heavy stun weapons, they zap nearly every looter and they all go falling down, they zap eric as well for causing trouble... at least... try to zap him.

OOC: And where should I jump back in at?

OOC: Did you read my post in the hangar? Crimond (the Raven Leader, but you don't knw that) wanred him that the hangar was "flimsy and could depressurize at any moment", hinting severly, then left. Then the hangar went "boom" as a shuttle crashed into it :twisted: . You could start after leaving the hangar.

Eric just stands there like nothing happened. "What are you trying to do tickle me?" he asks

OOC: Thanks, TRSN.

IC: Dekker stood outside the hangar bay, happy that his crappy rental ship was now a smoldering pile of metal. He began to walk in the direction of the food court, since his ship was destroyed.

The Security officer who tried to stun Eric, not being very enthusiastic about try to stun an 8 foot tall metal man with an overgrown taser... just backs up and walks away with an embarassed "whoops" look on his face...

Eric just sighedd and let his armor melt away from his body. He slowly lowered to his true height of 6"9.

Dekker shakes his head in disgust. He grabs a metal rod from a pile of debris in the corner, then walks over to a nearby bank. He clocks the first looter with a downward smack with the rod to the hand, followed by a right cross to the face. "The bank ain't open today, no withdrawls." He shouts, meancing the others with his improvised weapon.

OOC:i modifyed my Post so it's better.

OOC: LOL you guys are going overboard with the looters thing... the power was only out for a few minutes... the security systems would be back on now...

I posted the power came back on right after the power went off... yeah, there would still be people running around while the systems are rebooting... but they wouldn't still be looting by now :)

OOC: Just trying to get my lazy self back into this RP.

OOC: Just trying to get my lazy self back into this RP.OOC: s'allright ;)

maybe I should bring in another NPC right about now...

IC: A figure crept around near the destroyed bay, now repressurized. He hears a fight at a nearby bank and decides to follow loosely.

Dekker stood at the door defiantly, lightly tapping the end of the rod against the palm of his hand. If it was one thing he couldn't stand, it was stealing, if a poor person needed to steal to eat, that was fine with him, but these people were well off. They wore the clothes of middle-class folk, not the robes of beggars.

A man... about 19 years old, stands in the background of the bank... watching the end of the little fight. He wears a dirty brown robe over a simple white shirt and brown slacks. This was one of the former slaves, unaware he ahd been set free. He looked around cautiously as he tried to avoid being caught by his master.

A second man tries to force his way past Dekker, but gets slapped hard on the shin, and he limps back into the crowd. "Ya'll ain't gettin' past me, go on home."

Seeing a challenge before him... not to mention a good deal of credits at the disabled bank, the slave-on-the-run picks up a flatscreen computer monitor off a desk nearby and throws it hard, like a frisbee, straight for the Mercenary soldier, from a distance of maybe 10 meters. Get through him? Doesn't seem too hard, he thinks as he waits for impact.

OOC: gone for a little while, be back in a few hours.

Dekker slaps the screen like baseball with his makeshift club, shattering it into a dozen pieces. He whips out a .45 and levels it at the man. "Out. Now."

The man runs off... probably to find something heavier...

OOC: bye ;)

OOC: C ya

*waits for people to get back online*

OOC: Me too, now that my ex, and hopefully future girlfriend has gone to work.

*Ariel nods her head several times.*

Ariel: "Oh yeah! Let's go to your ship! That stuff is soooo cool!"

*Davik replies right away.*

Davik: "Credits. When do you want me to start?"

Dekker watches the man leave. The crowd, taken aback by the sight of a gun, disperses. A squad of local police take control of the bank, and Dekker drops the metal rod, heading back towards the bar.

The other man nods. "Right. You'll find them in a suitcase marked "John Revel" at the terminal lost and found. Don't worry, no one would dare touch them. You may begin as soon as you have your money." The man punches the door open button and walks away.

*Davik goes to leave too, but catches sight of Biggs.*

Davik: "Sorry about that. The elevator was broken. It's working again."

*He figured he'd give Kuro a three hour head start before he started on his tail. Pun not intended.*

Crimond sat in his office, closing the last of his reports for the day. The door opened in the outer office, and Crimond spun, aiming a Plasma Pistol at the door to his inner office. The door opened, and the unknown man stood there. Crimond clicked the safety back on and lowered his pistol. "Goddamn, you almost got pasted. Why are you here?"

The other man sat down, began to fidget with Crimond's possessions. "I'm cleaning up your messes, Crimond. The crime boss Kuro should not have been allowed to escape."

Crimond sighed. "Listen. If we had been any more forceful in our actions, you would have had to wade thorugh the dead to get to my office. I wasn't going to send thousands of innocents to their deaths to get one crimelord. The station's clean now, and the collateral was minimal."

The other man shook his head sorrowfully. "You are so simpleminded, Crimond... The Praetorians would have just blown the reactor core and killed everyone for their crimes."

"That's why you're a Praeotorian, and I'm not."

"Exactly. Lives do not matter. Security is what matters. I've hired a man named Davik to kill Kuro."

Crimond bit his tongue. "So, what now? You hired a hitman to kill Kuro. Then what. Now he knows, and you have a money transfer. How much did you promise?"

The Praetorian grinned. "Six million credits. Three now, three later. We'll just use the money from the druglords we pegged for the first three, and he'll never collect the second. He'll die, first. Make sure of that, will you?"

Crimond nodded, his stomach turning at the casual murder the Praetorian was discussing. "Very well. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have reports to file."

The Praetorian nodded. "Of course. I shall depart this station now, my job is finished. Your mess is cleaned." The man slipped from the room.

Crimond dropped his datacard. "I hate those bastards." he declared. He stood up. I must find this Davik. Killer or not, he deserves to be warned. Crimond checked his files one last time. Yes, he had the money to pay Davik. He would deliver on the Praetorian's promises, then help the hitman hide. I hate them.

Eisenburg looks around before walking into the Bar, he recently bought a black robe so nobody will reconize him, he orders a Trasain Ale and awaits his foe

OOC: *wonders why this Eisenburg guy keeps leaving and then coming back to the bar... he must be a raging alcoholic... hmmm... yes*

IC: Jensen, while idly chatting, checks the status of the Overseer... just to see how long it would be before they got outta there again.

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
LIFE SUPPORT: ON EMERGENCY POWER
HYPERDRIVE X6: GO/REPAIRED
HYPERFOLD MK. III: NOGO/???/DISCONNECTED/MISSING
AUX POWER CONDUITS: GO/REPAIRED
WEAPONS SYSTEMS: GO/REPAIRED
DEFLECTOR SHIELDS: GO/REPAIRED

Hmm, she thought, Without the main power... Life Support won't be able to run... so they have to finish that before they can at least be towed.

ESTIMATED REPAIR TIME: 45 MINUTES LEFT

OOC: Not smart.

IC: Bane doesn't even twitch. He closes his eyes. A wash of energy blasts from him into David's arm, and a psychic wave hurls with gale force, throwing everything away from him. Bane stops smiling. "He won't make it far. And I'd recommend being less agressive with potential allies if you don't want a nasty end." It wasn't a threat, it wasn't a warning. It was simply a declaration of truth.

Riev didn't trust this Masterson's mind to be reasonable, and his hand rested on his N.03, his radio channel was open. He waited for a response.

David retaliated harshly. A wave of anger and pain came from his mind, washing over Bane. Massive amounts of pyschic power came from him. "You will help me. Or I will kill you." The 46 year old lifted Bane back up and tossed him into a wall. There was not a trace of humanity in him. "My ship is in the dock. You, and your companion will come with me. That is the least you can do."
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"jensen shook her head slightley, "Truthfully... I only talked to him for a moment... some crazy fake religious fanatic murdering talk... and then not 10 minutes later he was out killing many... many poeple, single-handedly... the guy is crazy... I have a full picture if you want."

"Thank you. We must stop him."

OOC: Not smart.

IC: Bane doesn't even twitch. He closes his eyes. A wash of energy blasts from him into David's arm, and a psychic wave hurls with gale force, throwing everything away from him. Bane stops smiling. "He won't make it far. And I'd recommend being less agressive with potential allies if you don't want a nasty end." It wasn't a threat, it wasn't a warning. It was simply a declaration of truth.

Riev didn't trust this Masterson's mind to be reasonable, and his hand rested on his N.03, his radio channel was open. He waited for a response.

David retaliated harshly. A wave of anger and pain came from his mind, washing over Bane. Massive amounts of pyschic power came from him. "You will help me. Or I will kill you." The 46 year old lifted Bane back up and tossed him into a wall. There was not a trace of humanity in him. "My ship is in the dock. You, and your companion will come with me. That is the least you can do."
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"jensen shook her head slightley, "Truthfully... I only talked to him for a moment... some crazy fake religious fanatic murdering talk... and then not 10 minutes later he was out killing many... many poeple, single-handedly... the guy is crazy... I have a full picture if you want."

"Thank you. We must stop him."

((Apologies for any double posting))

OOC: Whoa, David has Psionic powers? Since when? This is no fun if everyone has superpowers... lol besides... I thought he was just an Insane Inquisitor...

IC: Jensen nods, "Where should we look first? I already have someone investigating a major psychic fight, he's on his way.

*Ariel nods her head several times.*

Ariel: "Oh yeah! Let's go to your ship! That stuff is soooo cool!"


Eric: My ship was totaled in a explosion from a "Star Fusion Reactor" or a SFR *has that same feeling again* Damn it it won't go away

Eisenburg pay's the bartender for the drink and leaves the bar in search of a weapon that he could use

Bane rolled to his feet, his cloak flipping away. His eyes burned, his systems came active. He seemed to rock for an instant, buffetted by some wind. He spoke, his voice resounding from every point and instant in the room, a caucophony and a unity in one. "In laborantum cordis. Suo non es deus. Non es ni une cum deum. Non es usque ad unum. Et excomunicatus ex unionus e deum!" Bane crouched as he spoke, his form rippling in the air.

There was a ghostly wisp around him. Every possible choice seemed to play, showing Bane attacking left and right, jumping and diving. Each of these choices splitting into another infinity. The room was full of a growing infinity of the future Bane, all converging on David. He attacked from all angles, all points, a never ending wave that rode with time itself.

Bane rose amid his ghostly echoes, his dual Plasma Pistols in hand. They fired and fired, spitting flame with lethal precision, each shot aimed at a millimeter point on David's face. The clips dried, and Bane dropped the pistols, pulling two new ones from his next holster set. In this instant, he leveled this destruction. In this same instant, a drop of water moved an inch.

Eisenburg pay's the bartender for the drink and leaves the bar in search of a weapon that he could useOOC: In... out... in... out...

IC: The bartender laughs to himself as the man leaves the bar for the third time today... "this guy is nuts... or a drunk..." he says quietly, "Oh well.. more business for me."

The bartender sees the fight break out... unusually different than any other fight he has ever seen. He ducks behind his counter, and presses a security button.

Bane rolled to his feet, his cloak flipping away. His eyes burned, his systems came active. He seemed to rock for an instant, buffetted by some wind. He spoke, his voice resounding from every point and instant in the room, a caucophony and a unity in one. "In laborantum cordis. Suo non es deus. Non es ni une cum deum. Non es usque ad unum. Et excomunicatus ex unionus e deum!" Bane crouched as he spoke, his form rippling in the air.

There was a ghostly wisp around him. Every possible choice seemed to play, showing Bane attacking left and right, jumping and diving. Each of these choices splitting into another infinity. The room was full of a growing infinity of the future Bane, all converging on David. He attacked from all angles, all points, a never ending wave that rode with time itself.

Bane rose amid his ghostly echoes, his dual Plasma Pistols in hand. They fired and fired, spitting flame with lethal precision, each shot aimed at a millimeter point on David's face. The clips dried, and Bane dropped the pistols, pulling two new ones from his next holster set. In this instant, he leveled this destruction. In this same instant, a drop of water moved an inch.

((He's an Inquisitor. They have access to powerful magics and psionics. And he's a high Inquisitor))

The blast spat into David's energy field. "The lord protects me! You can do no harm!"

He concentrated, and struck out. Right at the real Bane. "Will you help me, or not? If not, why do you protect Kuro from divine justice?"

Biggs' lift tube arrives on the bar floor, just when the psionic fighting begins. The glass door opens and he quickly presses the down button, and the up button, whichever will get him out of there as quickly as possible. All simultaneously, he lets out a long curse and fires his buckshot gauss shotgun at David a total of 5 times as the door closes and the elevator begins to move... it seems almost like slow motion.

Eric:*hears the weapons fire* Damn it. *grabs a tube from his belt and emptys it on the ground creating a grey sludge* Step in it and some armor will form on you. I've got to handel a fight. *runs towards the shooting*

Biggs' lift tube arrives on the bar floor, just when the psionic fighting begins. The glass door opens and he quickly presses the down button, and the up button, whichever will get him out of there as quickly as possible. All simultaneously, he lets out a long curse and fires his buckshot gauss shotgun at David a total of 5 times as the door closes and the elevator begins to move... it seems almost like slow motion.

David spins out of the way. To the driven Inquisitor, it was slow-motion. He spat and turned to leave. "I thought we had a common goal, Bane. I was wrong."

OOC: Multiple posts for multiple people...

IC: Riev saw the battle begin to play out in slow motion, he pulled his N.03, but it seemed to take forever to reach his firing position, dragging against a sludge. He saw the exchange of physical and trans-physical weaponry, finally reached a firing crouch. He pulled the trigger, yelling as he did so, "Marines! Afterburner Bar! Class One Disturbance!"

The N.03's triple barrels spun up to speed, the first of the DU spikes in the clip loaded. Each Needle was only a 2mm Depleted Uranium Spike, encased in an explosive putty. As it entered the chamber, and small electric pulse carressed the putty, detonating it. The Spike screamed out of the barrel, the next barrel aligned, the next caseless DU needle fired. The 120 round clip burned out of the gun in under a second. The overheated tri-barrel fell away, the clip dropped out. Riev slammed another assembly on, rolled for cover.

Biggs rode up to the next level and got off... he would return to the fight shortly... he was just not prepared to see some lame old Roanian actually having powers... He sat near the lift tube, watching the fight through the floor, waiting for an oppurtunity to jump back in.


Wedge headed over to where jensen was talking to the Roanian woman. "What's the sitch?" he says, wondering when he gets to bust David up with his curreent weapon... a heavy SMG-style disruptor rifle.

Biggs' lift tube arrives on the bar floor, just when the psionic fighting begins. The glass door opens and he quickly presses the down button, and the up button, whichever will get him out of there as quickly as possible. All simultaneously, he lets out a long curse and fires his buckshot gauss shotgun at David a total of 5 times as the door closes and the elevator begins to move... it seems almost like slow motion.

David spins out of the way. To the driven Inquisitor, it was slow-motion. He spat and turned to leave. "I thought we had a common goal, Bane. I was wrong."

Bane rose to his feet, waving his hand. Time slowed further, almost halting, only the Rifter and the Inquisitor stood in the frozen battlefield, bulets hanging in mid-flight. Bane spoke, "You attacked without provokation. If you care to come at me in a civilised manner, we can work this out. If not-" he motioned to the frozen chaos around him. "This is how it ends." Bane lost control of the instant, and reality caught up with them, the carnage resuming.

Eric literaly jumped into a shadow and landed right in the middle of the fight.
Eric:Oh shit

Jensen held a finger up to tell Wedge to hold on a second. She checked in with Biggs... "Big problem upstairs... David's in a fight in the Afterburner bar.... biggs is watching it from one floor up... hey wait a minute... no one said this guy had superpowers! What's the deal?? That would have been helpful information to know!"


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Biggs watched as the two started fighting really, REALLY fast.. it was like watching in super-fast forward.

OOC: This is getting old. David is pychic and Bane is doing a Neo impression...

IC: Dekker walked into the bar, not surprised at what he saw. "This place really needs a bouncer..." He thought. "Hey. There's an employment opportunity..."

Eisenburg brings out his Colt and checks the ammo, 12 shots

Eisenburg:at last i shall beable to KILL Crimond, that troublesome marine has ruined my life so i'll return the favor

he puts the gun away in his cloak and moves to find Crimond

"I see. But I assure you, you can't end Kuro's taint without me. And I need you. This is my mission. I can't let them down." David wiped away some moisture from his eyes. "If you change your mind about helping me, my ship is a modified Wombat in docking bay 64. I can pay, if that is all you are interested in." He faded out of sight.

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Jensen held a finger up to tell Wedge to hold on a second. She checked in with Biggs... "Big problem upstairs... David's in a fight in the Afterburner bar.... biggs is watching it from one floor up... hey wait a minute... no one said this guy had superpowers! What's the deal?? That would have been helpful information to know!"

"You people get so confused between magic and technology, and 'super powers'." Kigari turned to go. "I'm on my way to Tiburon, I can't stay. One of my companions may be able to help."

OOC: I agreee... we have Eric being a superdemon wannabe, bane, some cosmic devil controller dude wannabe, and David, a psycho with magical powers out of the blue. THis is a little... umm... fantastic and getting old fast...

OOC:We have the back story on Eric already so he is ligit

OOC: I agreee... we have Eric being a superdemon wannabe, bane, some cosmic devil controller dude wannabe, and David, a psycho with magical powers out of the blue. THis is a little... umm... fantastic and getting old fast...

OOC: My Inquisitors have always had psychic powers. And I'm pretty sure you knew that.

<<<Besides, TSRN started the power throwing>>>

Bane collapsed to the ground right there, as soon as David vanished, like a puppet with cut strings. He dropped to the deck, his breathing ragged. Blood flowed from his ears, his eyes rolled into his head. He coughed once, then lay still. Riev ran over. "Jesus! Bane? What the hell did you just do? Bane?" he shook the other man, who did not respond.

OOC: You wouldn't believe the heat I catch for god-modding when I say Dekker absorbs the impact of a punch. I guess being realistic isn't good enough anymore.

Jensen held a finger up to tell Wedge to hold on a second. She checked in with Biggs... "Big problem upstairs... David's in a fight in the Afterburner bar.... biggs is watching it from one floor up... hey wait a minute... no one said this guy had superpowers! What's the deal?? That would have been helpful information to know!"

"You people get so confused between magic and technology, and 'super powers'." Kigari turned to go. "I'm on my way to Tiburon, I can't stay. One of my companions may be able to help."Jensen raised an Eyebrow, "Which is it? Technology or magic? Either way... We can't pit a fight with someone that moves at 1000 mph...

OOC: You wouldn't believe the heat I catch for god-modding when I say Dekker absorbs the impact of a punch. I guess being realistic isn't good enough anymore.

OOC: It's not godmodding if its used against a similar enemy, and has consequences like this... Bane was always meant as an uber-character, but not the main character. I'm sorry if it was godmodish, but it was story oriented, and it's over.

"It's the HOPLITE3. And alien technology. He has been renegade for a very long time. He's barely human. I can tell you how to kill him, but you must swear to never reveal it to another human."

OOC: Roania... no... I didn't know that... general courtesy to poist something big like that at LEAST in short :) But still... not the point... this is getting very old and not cool... Trasa is invincible, Bane is super-powerful, Eric's a demon, David has super Spanish-Inquisition powers... this is not the freaking matrix! lol

IC: Jensen and Biggs and Wedge suddenly read David's dissappearance and make their way to the bar.

Biggs arrives first, and runs over to Bane. "What happenned?? All of sa sudden the other guy left and Bane collapsed!"

OOC: Differnce in RP style. I prefer to RP stuff that a person can actually do, with several years of training and conditioning, like move without making noise, shooting a handgun from long range, that kinda thing. It makes it kinda hard for us who RP as 'modern', 'non-magical' nations to effectively fight a person who can stop time.

Jensen, already gone, wouldn't care about what she just said anyway.

Riev looks up. "He's gone. They call it Rifter Sleep. He may recover... he may not." Riev might have been crying. "He's good as dead. Help me bring him to the Argus, would you?" he asked plaintively.

Riev looks up. "He's gone. They call it Rifter Sleep. He may recover... he may not." Riev might have been crying. "He's good as dead."

Kigari looked at Bane. "He's not dead. I can bring him back, if you want."

<<<You know what they say. Any sufficently advanced technology will appear to be magic. Besides, David is going after Kuro. He'll be gone soon.>>>

Biggs looks towards Wedge and whispers something about whether or not they should offer to give Bane a blessing to help the healing... wedge shook his head and suggested it might not work on him.. but it might be worth a shot.

Biggs hears Kilgari's proposition, then checks his scanner on bane... "No, I don't think that would work... his spirit is losing grip."

Riev glanced at the new woman. "How?" he choked on his words. "We've never been able to get someone back from this... he's gone somewhere, in the Void. Only he can return... we can't help..."

Dekker watches the scene unfold from his seat at the bar. "Just smack him, he'll come around." He downs the last of his beer. "What's with him anyway?"

Biggs hears Kilgari's proposition, then checks his scanner on bane... "No, I don't think that would work... his spirit is losing grip."

Kigari rolls her eyes. "Spirit. I'm not David, cut that crap. I'm just doing my job." She presses her hands to Bane's chest. A golden glow comes from them, spreading over his body.

(((They need Bane to live to find out where David has gone)))

Biggs smirks as Kigari's methods have very little effect, if any. "I told you... no technology can affect the spirit world."

"A well-developed back-hand ain't magic, it's an art form." Comes the voice from the bar. "One my wife's developed a bit too well..."

OOC: Differnce in RP style. I prefer to RP stuff that a person can actually do, with several years of training and conditioning, like move without making noise, shooting a handgun from long range, that kinda thing. It makes it kinda hard for us who RP as 'modern', 'non-magical' nations to effectively fight a person who can stop time.OOC: you aren't modern, you are future... deal with it ;)

Biggs smirks as Kigari's methods have very little effect, if any. "I told you... no technology can affect the spirit world."

"Do you want me to use my power?" Kigari turns. Her eyes glow golden for a few seconds. "I am an Inquisitor. I studied with Merrech, Menelmacari ambassador to Roania. I have read many grimoires. If this is David's work, I don't know what I can do, but if not..."

<<<You have to know my relationship with Tor Yvresse and CENNA>>>

"Just face it, Inquisitor... he's too far detatched... he'll be out for a while... kind of like thge rifter equivelant of a heavy-duty coma.

Bane doesn't respond. He was stable, alive, but he was not present. Brain activity was minimal, and he was barely breathing. For all effects, he was comatose.

OOC: He is not here. His conscious is floating around in the big nowhere. He may recover, he may die, he may remain comatose. All that can be done is to keep him alive, and keep him company, as he works through his own stasis.

OOC: Differnce in RP style. I prefer to RP stuff that a person can actually do, with several years of training and conditioning, like move without making noise, shooting a handgun from long range, that kinda thing. It makes it kinda hard for us who RP as 'modern', 'non-magical' nations to effectively fight a person who can stop time.OOC: you aren't modern, you are future... deal with it ;)

OOC: This is a future RP, I know that. Dekker's carrying a pair of AMT M1911A1's, the first of which came out in 1911 AD, before the first world war. They fire a .45 caliber bullet, with 230 grains of powder, in either full metal jacket, jacketed hollow-point, or hollow-point types. The AMT 1911A1 is an exact copy of the classic Colt M1911A1, only it comes in a variety of plated styles, from stainless steel to chrome. If that ain't modern, I don't know what is.

OOC: Differnce in RP style. I prefer to RP stuff that a person can actually do, with several years of training and conditioning, like move without making noise, shooting a handgun from long range, that kinda thing. It makes it kinda hard for us who RP as 'modern', 'non-magical' nations to effectively fight a person who can stop time.OOC: you aren't modern, you are future... deal with it ;)

OOC: This is a future RP, I know that. Dekker's carrying a pair of AMT M1911A1's, the first of which came out in 1911 AD, before the first world war. They fire a .45 caliber bullet, with 230 grains of powder, in either full metal jacket, jacketed hollow-point, or hollow-point types. The AMT 1911A1 is an exact copy of the classic Colt M1911A1, only it comes in a variety of plated styles, from stainless steel to chrome. If that ain't modern, I don't know what is.OOC: You are messing with my head man, stop talking about your time traveller character ;)

OOC: Differnce in RP style. I prefer to RP stuff that a person can actually do, with several years of training and conditioning, like move without making noise, shooting a handgun from long range, that kinda thing. It makes it kinda hard for us who RP as 'modern', 'non-magical' nations to effectively fight a person who can stop time.OOC: you aren't modern, you are future... deal with it ;)

OOC: This is a future RP, I know that. Dekker's carrying a pair of AMT M1911A1's, the first of which came out in 1911 AD, before the first world war. They fire a .45 caliber bullet, with 230 grains of powder, in either full metal jacket, jacketed hollow-point, or hollow-point types. The AMT 1911A1 is an exact copy of the classic Colt M1911A1, only it comes in a variety of plated styles, from stainless steel to chrome. If that ain't modern, I don't know what is.OOC: You are messing with my head man, stop talking about your time traveller character ;)

OOC: Time traveller? Dude, are you high? I use him pretty much all my RP's, or his brother Jack.

Riev answered everyone's questions, growing angry as well as hurt. "He drew too much power, and he's lucky he didn't just pop from it." He picked up Bane's limp form. "Now, I'm taking my brother to the Argus. You all can help, or you can go to hell." He walked from the room.

OOC: This is getting nuts. I say, everyone off your special characters and just play this realistic. I went first.

"After you." Dekker says with sarcastic politeness. He orders another beer, there was nothing better to do anyway.

Bane doesn't respond. He was stable, alive, but he was not present. Brain activity was minimal, and he was barely breathing. For all effects, he was comatose.

OOC: He is not here. His conscious is floating around in the big nowhere. He may recover, he may die, he may remain comatose. All that can be done is to keep him alive, and keep him company, as he works through his own stasis.

Kigari goes with them to the Argus. She sighs. "I suppose I should tell you what is going on."

Riev answered everyone's questions, growing angry as well as hurt. "He drew too much power, and he's lucky he didn't just pop from it." He picked up Bane's limp form. "Now, I'm taking my brother to the Argus. You all can help, or you can go to hell." He walked from the room.

OOC: This is getting nuts. I say, everyone off your special characters and just play this realistic. I went first.

OOC: I thank you. I can get back into it without having to worry about Morpheus dropping from the sky.

OOC: Time traveller? Dude, are you high? I use him pretty much all my RP's, or his brother Jack.OOC: You are messing with my head dude... a man from the past rents a space ship, jumps into the far future, then comes to the center of the galaxy.... :) How is that easy to understand lol

IC: Biggs and wedge walk over and help pick up the rifter's body.

Jensen nods, "Anyway, the ship is ready to go...we can leave any time... we just gotta drop the moroni off at Triton... we'll be back before tomorrow if you guys want to stay here... solve this whole Inquisitor/Raven thing.

Riev didn't even hear the Mercenary's response as he left. He entered the elevator and headed for the Argus.

<<<Where is Krowemoh?>>>

Riev answered everyone's questions, growing angry as well as hurt. "He drew too much power, and he's lucky he didn't just pop from it." He picked up Bane's limp form. "Now, I'm taking my brother to the Argus. You all can help, or you can go to hell." He walked from the room.

OOC: This is getting nuts. I say, everyone off your special characters and just play this realistic. I went first.

OOC: I thank you. I can get back into it without having to worry about Morpheus dropping from the sky.

OOC: LOL! Yeah, it was just getting stupid. My special chara is comatose, leaving me with a pained Marine and a twisted Intel guy. Let's not do that last bit ever again. And I'm sorry, guys, I got a little carried away with the scene.

OOC: Time traveller? Dude, are you high? I use him pretty much all my RP's, or his brother Jack.OOC: You are messing with my head dude... a man from the past rents a space ship, jumps into the far future, then comes to the center of the galaxy.... :) How is that easy to understand lol

IC: Biggs and wedge walk over and help pick up the rifter's body.

Jensen nods, "Anyway, the ship is ready to go...we can leave any time... we just gotta drop the moroni off at Triton... we'll be back before tomorrow if you guys want to stay here... solve this whole Inquisitor/Raven thing.

OOC: I just RP like some nations are more advanced than others, so I can participate in more RP's. Dekker's actual time-frame is modern-day, 2003.

Riev answered everyone's questions, growing angry as well as hurt. "He drew too much power, and he's lucky he didn't just pop from it." He picked up Bane's limp form. "Now, I'm taking my brother to the Argus. You all can help, or you can go to hell." He walked from the room.

OOC: This is getting nuts. I say, everyone off your special characters and just play this realistic. I went first.

OOC: I thank you. I can get back into it without having to worry about Morpheus dropping from the sky.

OOC: LOL! Yeah, it was just getting stupid. My special chara is comatose, leaving me with a pained Marine and a twisted Intel guy. Let's not do that last bit ever again. And I'm sorry, guys, I got a little carried away with the scene.

OOC: You started it.

Riev answered everyone's questions, growing angry as well as hurt. "He drew too much power, and he's lucky he didn't just pop from it." He picked up Bane's limp form. "Now, I'm taking my brother to the Argus. You all can help, or you can go to hell." He walked from the room.

OOC: This is getting nuts. I say, everyone off your special characters and just play this realistic. I went first.

OOC: I thank you. I can get back into it without having to worry about Morpheus dropping from the sky.

OOC: LOL! Yeah, it was just getting stupid. My special chara is comatose, leaving me with a pained Marine and a twisted Intel guy. Let's not do that last bit ever again. And I'm sorry, guys, I got a little carried away with the scene.

OOC: It's aight, let's get back to the RP. I'll try to figure out how to re-insert Dekker into this thing.

<<<Where is Krowemoh?>>>OOC: offline

IC: The Capsule Officers head back to the Pulsar Skate and relocate the small ship to the docking bay of it's mothership, the Patriarch.

The heavilly modified Cargo Foldship, now a Science Vessel with decent defenses, prepares to leave dock, alongside the Overseer. The overseer was now ready for launch, but it still needed to be towed... her crew had already returned onboard.

Jensen, now on the Bridge of the Patriarch, sends a message to Riev, "We'll e back in... 9 hours. WIll you guys still be here?"

OOC: You started it.

OOC: Bane was a psychic already. That was declared in the thread this one spun from. The time stuff was a given, but it wasn't to be used in RP, it was background info pertinent to the story. Anywho, let's continue...

<<<Where is Krowemoh?>>>OOC: offline

IC: The Capsule Officers head back to the Pulsar Skate and relocate the small ship to the docking bay of it's mothership, the Patriarch.

Wasn't Mirax the captain of the Pulsar Skate?

The response came, "This is Captain Monroe. Riev is down in the sick bay. We'll still be here, holding station."

OOC: You started it.

OOC: Bane was a psychic already. That was declared in the thread this one spun from. The time stuff was a given, but it wasn't to be used in RP, it was background info pertinent to the story. Anywho, let's continue...

OOC: Okay... what do we do?

(((If you really want, I can hunt down the thread where I described in detail what the Inquisitors are capable of)))

OOC: You started it.

OOC: Bane was a psychic already. That was declared in the thread this one spun from. The time stuff was a given, but it wasn't to be used in RP, it was background info pertinent to the story. Anywho, let's continue...

OOC: Okay... what do we do?

(((If you really want, I can hunt down the thread where I described in detail what the Inquisitors are capable of)))

OOC: Let's just keep it to realistic stuff, Roania. Easier to RP, and it saves you some time.

<<<Where is Krowemoh?>>>OOC: offline

IC: The Capsule Officers head back to the Pulsar Skate and relocate the small ship to the docking bay of it's mothership, the Patriarch.

Wasn't Mirax the captain of the Pulsar Skate?OOC: Who cares? It's a name.

When Jensen and her guards return, I'll have stats on the Patriarch, and we can continue out of this threead... Avarice needs to take a break ;)

OOC: You started it.

OOC: Bane was a psychic already. That was declared in the thread this one spun from. The time stuff was a given, but it wasn't to be used in RP, it was background info pertinent to the story. Anywho, let's continue...

OOC: Okay... what do we do?

(((If you really want, I can hunt down the thread where I described in detail what the Inquisitors are capable of)))

OOC: Let's just keep it to realistic stuff, Roania. Easier to RP, and it saves you some time.

OOC: Want realistic, don't do future rps.

<<<Where is Krowemoh?>>>OOC: offline

IC: The Capsule Officers head back to the Pulsar Skate and relocate the small ship to the docking bay of it's mothership, the Patriarch.

Wasn't Mirax the captain of the Pulsar Skate?OOC: Who cares? It's a name.

:lol:

IC: Dekker downs his beer, then begins to follow. Maybe he'd find some action...

OOC: Besides, it's only unrealistic if David can't be killed. And I have been trying to tell you *how* to kill him.

OOC: You started it.

OOC: Bane was a psychic already. That was declared in the thread this one spun from. The time stuff was a given, but it wasn't to be used in RP, it was background info pertinent to the story. Anywho, let's continue...

OOC: Okay... what do we do?

(((If you really want, I can hunt down the thread where I described in detail what the Inquisitors are capable of)))

OOC: Let's just keep it to realistic stuff, Roania. Easier to RP, and it saves you some time.

OOC: Want realistic, don't do future rps.

OOC: You hate to lose, don't you?

OOC: Besides, it's only unrealistic if David can't be killed. And I have been trying to tell you *how* to kill him.

OOC: Then how? Do you aim for his brain stem? Do you decapitate him? What?

OOC: Besides, it's only unrealistic if David can't be killed. And I have been trying to tell you *how* to kill him.

OOC: Then how? Do you aim for his brain stem? Do you decapitate him? What?

OOC: Decapitate him, yes. The man is a lunatic. He'll ignore any other wounds.

IC: Kigari sighed. "As I said, I can't help you. I can tell him why he does what he does, and how to kill him. But that's it." She sighed. "20 years ago, he was vacationing on a planet in the Typhis system, with his wife."


"Kuro's slavers attacked the planet, and in the confusion, his wife was killed."

OOC: A .45 to the brain stem works too, destroys all control over subconcious brain functions, like breathing and heart function. Will that work too?