NationStates Jolt Archive

He only had his DNA tracker. The Emperor had given it to him as a gift for hunting the man, yet he was told nor given anything else. No picture, no name, no description. It didn’t matter though, for the amount he was being paid to do this, he’d take the challenge.

“Chance of a lifetime,” he muttered to himself.

Nemerov had said the possibility of others hunting as well. Garr hoped that he would be first to find this man. Little did he know how quickly his dream would change.

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Garr Altima

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Warheit looked around him. Destruction, death, suffering, fire…they had earned this. All of them. They would pay…he’d be sure of it.

(OOC: Don’t worry…these are short for a reason. I want the characters to be introduced before I get into any heavy roleplaying. These are merely to set the mood…if not just to introduce or reintroduce my characters.

Original Thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=91075

Academy Thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=91316 )

Info on my Character:http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jbiggs.jpg
Jeremy Biggs, formerly a member of the Capsule Corporation Elite Guard, he left for undisclosed reasons.

Age: 32
Race: Human/Chloro-Nanite Enhanced
Birthplace: Triton
Skills and Qualifications" Marine Tactics, Basic Martial Arts, Survival Training, Espionage Tactics, All-Weapons Training (including melee weapons), Computer and Sensors Knowledge, Great Mecha Piloting Ability (Especially SkaterMecha), Great Starfighter Piloting Ability, Decent Capital Starship Piloting ability.
Weapons Carried (has many others stored in his ship): CC AGS-12 Automatic Gauss Shotgun, General Ammo, 2 one-gram antimatter shells.
Vehicles Owned: Hyperspace-modified Mahonri Moriancumer Gunship, Mk III Legolas-Class SkaterMecha.

Weapon:
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AGS-12 Automatic Guass Shotgun

Ammunition: Magazine of iron pellets (Enough for 20 large shots), additional top-loader for single-fire grenade shells or special ammo.
Reload time: .5 seconds
Firing force:
.....Typical mass: 2-3 ounces
.....Typical Speed (Varies with charge): 1,900 m/s
Has magnetic clamp to allow it to clip onto a special back holster.
Full Sensors package mounted.

Ship:

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The Jordan, Capsule Corporation Mahonri Moriancumer Class

Role: Mercenary Ship
Length: 27 meters
Height: 7.5 meters
Wingspan: 17 meters
Crew: 1 Pilot, 1 Advanced AI
Powerplant: Chlorophusion control chamber, 2 Plasma Engines under each wing (4 total) for forward movement, 2 Heavy Plasma Engines in wingtips (4 total) for Vertical thrust, Countless Ion-Drive Reaction-Control Trhusters, a basic repulsorlift drive for assist in landing and takeoff.
FTL Drives: 0.5x CC Hyperdrive
Inertia Nullifiers: Yes
Docking Capabilities: One Legolas-Class Mecha
Cargo Space: 12m x 5m x 6m, open bottom.
Weapons: 2 Torpedo tubes, 6 Heavy Plasma-bolt cannons (forward-fire only, fire linked or fire alternate), and 4 Turret-Mounted Farad Beam Cannons (Controlled by AI).
Defenses: A thick LiquidMetal^2 Armor, and a Xanthal Type III shield.
Atmosphere Capable: Yes. Landing Capable: Yes.
Re-Entry Capable: Yes.

Mecha:

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Legolas Class Battlemecha

This is a 1 or 2 person mecha, capable of walking, skating, and even flying, especially in Zero-G (but can not perform Re-Entry)

It has 2 Arms with limited-use hands, 1 Plasma-Bolt Cannon, 3 Gauss Rifle (2 Medium, 1 heavy), and 2 Farad Beam Cannons. it has also been modified to hold up to 16 Short-Range Missiles. The right arm also comes with basically a giant swiss army knife, with all sorts of little tools, including a cutting LASER.

Clusters of engines on the feet and on the rear of the mecha, in combination with the mechanical motors for the moving parts, all powered by a chlorophusion powerplant, give the Legolas the following speeds:
Walking speed is up to 160 km/h, Skating Speed (hovering with foot thrusters, propelled by rear thrusters) is up to 950 km/h, and a Flying speed of Mach 1. Flight Ceiling is 45,000 ft, but can be dropped from a higher altitude and still maneuver.

Height: 7.5m
Armor: Light LiquidMetal^2
Total Weight: 20 tons

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CC Technology:

Vehicles and Vessels (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=69082&highlight=)
Farad Technology (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=64664)
Chlorophusion Technology (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=66190)
LiquidMetal^2 Armor Technology (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74364&highlight=)
Chloro-Borg Technology (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=74141&highlight=)
FTL Technologies (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=1882087#1882087)

edit: clarified all-weapons training to say "including melee weapons"The Jordan ripped through hyperspace at an unusually fast pace... Jeremy Biggs was half asleep at the pilot's seat, his legs up on an inactive console while he scrolled through a datapad of possible jobs. Biggs had been out of work for weeks. "Absolutely nothing for a mercenary to do these days... when I was in the military I used to bust these guys every week, and now that I am one, I can't ever seem to find anything."

He opened up a subspace internet terminal and updated his job list, wondering if there was anything new in the sector he was approaching.

ooc: Bump... where is everyone?

ooc: Bump... where is everyone?

Don't know...

ooc: Bump... where is everyone?

Don't know...congrats on hitting 5k posts btw... I recently hit a cumulative 7000 :)

ooc: Bump... where is everyone?

Don't know...congrats on hitting 5k posts btw... I recently hit a cumulative 7000 :)

OOC: Cool...now...stop posting OOC :lol:

"Yes excellent emperor....I know just the man."The Fuhrer hung up the phone.He was new in this position only sworn in because of Walkers dying breath which many feel were spoken in insanity.But Mr.Shepard thought he could handle the position so as he said to his wife."What the hell?Cant hurt to try...I guess."He accepted the challenge to catch Werheit he thought the publicity would be good.He knew just the man.... Robert Veretner.

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"Yes his name is Werheit....oh yes very bad man....not sure but I'll pay you good...yes you can kill him....excellent!"

Veretner had been a veteran of the Bisons invasion,and of the terrorist genocide campaign.In his life he ahd killed over 124 men....most of which had been illegal hits for the Walten'esk mafia.He knew how to track...he knew how it felt to run and he knew how to kill.He was ready.But...was Mr.Shepard?

Biggs continued to scroll down his list...

wanted: insane pet stealer... wanted: this guy owes me money... wanted: this guy stole my car... wanted: former evil general on the loose...

The latter caught his eye, and he clicked it with a small stylus. He read through the brief history of a man named Werheit, and then read that he is now on the loose and that several people want to see this guy captured or killed.

Biggs smiled to himself, "Finally... something interesting." he sent a brief "I accept" text message to the man who posted it, then changed his course towards the nearest typically scum-filled space port. He dropped out of hyperspace a few hours later, soon docking with a mercenary deep space station. It was neutral, but full of underground business.

He got out of his ship and walked towards a common area, keeping a good eye out for your typical informant type. He would do anything to get any info on the crazy general's last known twenty, simply because this mission would most certainly pay off well. No reward had been posted, but he could guess it would be great.

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OOC: SB, can you RP an informant or something?

OOC: Of course

let me get it together

tag, still in character development.

"Woah there!" a startled man in sun glasses and a leather jacket said while backing away from a much larger man. "I'm just trying to get you some money...you know...legally. It's only one man...honestly...are you that big of a pussy?"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?"

"It's alright if you're afraid..."

"Fuck off, asshole!"

"Well," the man said to himself. "He sure was friendly."

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Kris Krimm

OOC: Overhear him or something :wink:

OOC:
Here's one of my main RP characters, typically he's a good guy, but he'll hunt your boy for a hefty paycheck.

Name: Jack Bray
Age: 30
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 195 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Weapon: Six custom-built AMT Hardballers, pair of throwing knives
Martial Arts: Shaolin Karate, Sambo, Jeet Kune Do
Clothing: Black leather trenchcoat, black silk lining; Tight-fitting black T shirt; black fatigue pants; customized tactical gloves; pair of black Lugz, white soles; custom-made six handgun harness.
Bio: The trash-talking, gun-slinging mercenary known as Jack Bray crashed onto the mercenary circut around seven years ago, working for NY's toughest crimelords. The younger of the Bray twins, he enbodies the gun-slinging spirit of his father, the legendary Samuel T. Bray, who carried a pair of .45 Peacemakers and a pair of .44 magnum Colt-Walkers. Jack is known for his quick-draw, sharp wit, and his Hong-Kong action flick style. Jack served for six years as a member of the US Army's Delta Force, serving in Grenada, Bosnia, Iraq, and Kosovo. Jack is a certified master in JKD, Sambo, and Shaolin Karate. Jack is an expert knife-thrower, having aquired the skill from his older twin, Dekker. Jack is fluent in Chinese, Ebonics, and Russian.

Jack's Hardballers
Type: Semi-Automatic handgun
Caliber: .48 magnum AMT
Magazine capacity: 5 rounds
Rifling: .15 in
Muzzle Velocity: 2200 feet per second
Sighting: Front post (Windage) Back notch (Eevation)
Attachments: Laser sighting module
Jack's handguns are custom-built AMT 1911A1 Hardballers, orginally in .45 ACP. Jack has had them rechambered for a .48 magnum AMT, and the frames enlarged to accomodate the larger width of the clip. The magazine capacity has dropped from eight rounds (seven in the clip, one in the pipe) to six rounds (five in the clip, one in the pipe). The barrels are fitted with tighter rifling, resulting in a much more accurate, match-grade shot. Integrated laser sighting completes a near-perfect design, combining the reliability of the Colt M1911A1 design with the stopping power and accuracy of the new .48 magnum AMT. For purposes of style and ego, Jack had all six of his weapons plated with platinum.

Black Talon Ammo
Jack prefers the Black Talon ammuniton due to the extra stopping power it provides. Black Talon rounds explode, then mushroom on impact, resulting in a large entry wound, and a larger exit wound. Will penetrate up to level II tactical vests.

Jack's gloves
Jack's trusty tactical gloves started life as standard military-issue fingerless tactical gloves, covering the hand, wrist, and forearm. They are made from DuPont Kevlar and nomex. Jack has had lead plates sewn into the back of the hand, upper palm, ridge and heel of both of the gloves, for bone-breaking hits.

Biggs smiled to himself as he heard the argument off in a corner, his multi-selective listening enhancements picking this up especially. "There's my man..." he said under his breath as he slowly approached the man in sunglasses.

"So, I'm under the impression you know about certain... business oppurtunities," he said, his grin widening. "I"ve got one word for you, and I want you to tell me everything you know about it. Now... what comes to mind when I say the name Werheit."

He waited for a response cautiously, knowing well the man could have no idea what he's talking about, but ready to fork over a few credits to see what he really knew.

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OOC: Warheit not Werheit. Walten got it wrong....

IC:

"So you're interested in the phantom, eh?" Krimm asked, his demeanor becoming more stern. "To be honest with you sir, the word frightens me."

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Kris Krimm

"Well, I've seen too many things in my life to be scared by any mortal man... What do you know of this Phantom's last known location?"

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"You know what...I can't seem to remember. I haven't had a meal in days...perhaps we could talk over dinner?"

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Kris Krimm

"Heh, here?" he looks around at the dingy surroundings, "No, I have to get out of here as soon as possible... but what do you say I go ahead and get you a free dinner..." he pulls a card out of his pocket, presses a button, then a locking button, then hands it to the man in sunglasses, a credit card worth 100 credits. "Now do you remember a little clearer? Or do I actually have to take you for a bite to eat and give you time to remember," he says with a half-sarcastic smirk.

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"It would be nice," Krimm mused. "However..."

Krimm moved close to Biggs and spoke softly.

"He was reported as dead, but rumor has it that he was captured and experimented on in a genetics program. Now, Steel Butterfly doesn't have a genetics program...or do they? Mysteries, mysteries...they're everywhere."

Krimm looked to his left and to his right, making sure no one was overhearing him.

"Now the Emperor has issued a manhunt for whoever matches this strand of DNA," Krimm said, slipping Biggs the PADD. "A village near by the rumored whereabouts of the lab has been burnt down, killing everyone, yet it only recieved a small paragraph in the paper and no news coverage...I smell coverup..."

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Kris Krimm

OOC: I really do not have time to punch out a massive character sheet, so here it goes,

Robert Theallas,
General and Leader of the Star Empire of Thelas.
Age: 1,656 Earth Years
Height: 7' 10"
Weapon: Ancient Katana, made by the servants of Morgoth
History: I was born in a city in Menelmacar, this city was in perpetual clan warfare, it is quite while government troops are there, once they leave, the warfare starts again. My mother died before I could know her, and my father was not home much, but he did teach me hot to fight with a sword, he taught me one of the most powerful human styles of swordsmanship. Now forgotten by the Humans.

My father died when I was 13, at that time I became an assassin for a clan. I was the best; my targets never got a chance to scream. One day, when I was 200 years old, for some unknown reason, Sirithil came to the city, she was in disguise, and looked like an ordinary Elven woman, although she was quite beautiful. Ten men of a rival clan attacked her; I think they wanted to try to rape her.

Of course, I did not know who this was, so I stepped in to protect her. As I remember, I killed all ten in one pass. Sirithil was impressed, and took me to be trained as a Menelmacari assassin. For 200 years, I was happy, I fought with one purpose. To follow my orders, and bring the servants of Morgoth to their doom. Actually, happy was not the right word, unfeeling is the correct one. I felt no remorse.

I had sealed away my true nature the day I started to kill. I was close to loosing that side of me forever. However, that year some one came into my life. Her name was Michael Herine. I was to train her, and so I did. I fell in love with her; I broke the number one rule of being an assassin.

She brought out my true self. At least, when I was not on a mission, when I was on a mission, I was cold and unfeeling.

The last mission took was a mission to Angbad. Michael and I were to be married after we came back. However, Michael was captured. To this day, I do not know what happened to her.

After that I blamed myself for her death, I though that if I had been stronger I could have saved her. I went mad. I had acquired a sword; it stole the very soul of the beings that it killed. With it I slayed thousands. Always believing that I would some day take my revenge on the servants of Morgoth.

About 800 years passed. I killed and killed. It was that lust for power that took me to a lab. Near where Shentavo manor now stands. That was where Ravellyn came into this world. You no doubt have heard the details. However, I tried to kill her. When she unleashed her attack. My sword, that had turned me into a killer, absorbed some of the power of the blast, saving me.

That power snapped me out of my maddens. I returned to Menelmacar under cover, not wanting to get near Sirithil. I gathered a large amount of colonists and set off for Thilis, which is what the charts called what became Thelas. I named the nation after a Human word for "The Sea" because we were those who cam out of the sea.

For a time a believed that Menelmacar and Lady Sirithil had betrayed me and forced be into the enemy camp. That is why I joined the Dominion. Not to long ago, I dueled Sirithil. When I was dueling her, I realized something; maybe it was the sorrow in her eyes. That snapped me out of my secondary maddens. I let her defeat me. Actually, I had hoped to die in that duel. However, fate was cruel to me again. And I lived.

I escaped Menelmacar, and came back. Back to my new home. Sirithil might come to "inspect" her new territory, I am fine with that. Even now, I am fine with my own death.

I became cold and controlled because from the very first time I drew a sword, I killed, I took the life of a man who had done nothing against me. (This was spoken to Princes Aliria of Aelosia)

Theallas was on vacation, with approximately 30 years of vacation time saved up; he was earning a well-deserved vacation. He had returned to his old job, that of an assassin. He sat in a small fighter, flying in the Ionosphere, watching the bounty casts, one caught his eye.

"General Warheit" That stopped him cold, "General Warheit, the young general from Steel, I wonder what happened to let Nemerov off of that guys case." Theallas remembered a meeting from his Dominion days, "Well this could be interesting. I wonder, will I help him, or kill him."

The small fighter changed course, heading towards the empire of Steel Butterfly.

A small craft arrived at the spaceport very dingy and cheap looking.

"Ok what do I owe you?"
"300 hundred fech!"
'THREE HUNDRED FECH!WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!YOU SAID 170!"
"I lie."
"I should kill you..."Not wanting trouble Veretner just paid the bill.He knew next to nothing about space travel so he needed to pay his way around space renting transportation unless....he walked up to the main office of the spaceport.

"Hey uh...I need someone who can fly spacefrat to travel with me.Im on a mission cant say what for.You have anything?"



"Ok sir we have one....Steven Smith.He can fly and doesnt talk but he'll cost a million c-notes."

"Whats a million C-notes in fech?"
"Its about 720,00 fech."
"Ohh.....fuck it."

He looked around the port and saw a man in dark sunglasses who looked an intl dealer.He was talking to someone else.

"Excuse me sir" he said,"Can I ask you a question?"

Biggs nodded, "Smells like a government cover-up... which means there is a good chance that this guy Warheit has some friends in high places... You know, dinner does sound like a good idea... there's probably a lot more you can tell me."

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OOC: Walten, you talking about Mr. Krimm?

Biggs nodded, "Smells like a government cover-up... which means there is a good chance that this guy Warheit has some friends in high places... You know, dinner does sound like a good idea... there's probably a lot more you can tell me."

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Krimm smiled. That's what he was hoping. He was about to accept the offer when he felt the cold metal of a firearm barrel pressed against the back of his neck. A loud gunshot went off, with every head turning towards Krimm, Biggs, and the man behind them.

Lucky for his brains but not for his ears, the shot was merely a blank meant to startle him.

"Now Kris, you're not lying to the good man, are you?" Garr Altima said with a smirk on his face.

"Damnit! What the hell did you do that for?" Krimm whined.

"Quiet," Garr instructed, turning his attention and his weapon towards Biggs. "And who may you be?"

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Kris Krimm

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Garr Altima

OOC: Walten, you talking about Mr. Krimm?OOC:yes

"I am no one of consequence, just asking the man for a market update, I've been outta touch for too long. Has he done something wrong?" Biggs smiled internally as he reworded his actual intentions while retaining a hint of truth.

Biggs' shotgun was loosely strapped to his back... nothing to try to reach for in this situation.

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OOC: Walten, you talking about Mr. Krimm?OOC:yes

OOC: Then he'll answer you as soon as he's done with Biggs and Garr

"Bastard knows too much, and speaks of even more," Garr replied. "But we've all done something wrong...not always illegal...but not right. 'Tis why we're here and not farther within the Empire."

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Garr Altima

OOC: Walten, you talking about Mr. Krimm?OOC:yes

OOC: Then he'll answer you as soon as he's done with Biggs and GarrAlright.

Biggs raised an eyebrow as he understood less than half of what the man had just said, "We were just about to go get something to eat, I was going to buy him dinner because he hasn't eaten in a while... surely you wouldn't want to prolong his meal, would you?" he said with a half smile, already beginning to think of some BS to start feeding the man if he didn't let him go. Biggs was an honest man, so BSing was more of a last resort.

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EDIT: OOC: I am gonna be AFK from here until later tonight... I'll do checkups every now and then, I just won't be posting every 5 minutes ;)

"Depends...is this meal his last?" Garr smirked. He had heard the conversation and was determined to give the man at least some false information regarding the hunt. Unfortunately, even with Emperor Nemerov's backing, Garr knew just as much as this Biggs did.

"I certainly hope not!" wailed Krimm.

"Shutup," Garr commanded.

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Kris Krimm

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Garr Altima

EDIT: OOC: I am gonna be AFK from here until later tonight... I'll do checkups every now and then, I just won't be posting every 5 minutes ;)

OOC: Let our men at least go their seperate ways

ooc: *nods*

Biggs sighed internally, "Well, it seems you two obviously have some business to finish up, so I think I'll just be on my way. Thank you for the... update."

He smiled and walked off, hoping not to have to look at that parted-long-hair freak ever agaion.

He would return back to his ship and set course for the Steel Butterfly Empire... pending no further interruptions.

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Veretner had grown impatient.He wanted the reward and he wanted to get this over.

"Excuse me sir"He said to Mr.Krimm"Ive been listening to you and you sound like a dealer.I need the services of an intergalactic pilot."

Biggs, barely 5 meters away from the conversation before Veretner butted in, turned around and said something to him, "Hey, if you need a ride... I'm on my way outta here. You can come with me for... 500 credits."

OOC: Where is Steel Butterfly, Earth?

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No sir thats alright.I need someone to stay with me im...on a space scouting mission for my government.

OOC: Steel Butterfly is a planet in the Orion Sector. It's one of 7 inhabited there. I own all things Orion in space. Needless to say, there is a lot of ground to cover. ("Orion Sector" is also my region)

IC:

Garr glared at the wimpy man. Krimm sunk into his chair. "Indeed...it is time to go."

Garr climbed into his starship and departed.

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Garr Altima

Veretner had grown impatient.He wanted the reward and he wanted to get this over.

"Excuse me sir"He said to Mr.Krimm"Ive been listening to you and you sound like a dealer.I need the services of an intergalactic pilot."

The goofy smile returned to Krimm's face. "Well...I'm many things...but a pilot I'm not."

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Kris Krimm

Then where can I find one?

Krimm chuckled. "Ask...although I'd recommend you going to the docking section," He shakes his head. "Some of these skanks actually live here..."

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Kris Krimm

Biggs nodded and walked off. He returned to his ship.

"Hey Jordan, I got some new info on our... target."

"What is it, sir," his AI responded.

"Turns out he was a genetic experiment of some kind," he says, pulling out the datapad Krill gave him, "Run a scan on that DNA signature."

"Right, sir, I'm on it." The AI blinks off the screen in front of him as Biggs takes the modified gunship off the landing pad.

"Oh, where is Steel butterfly?"

"Accessing... The capitol is in the Orion sector."

The Jordan clears the edge of the space station and programs in a corse for Steel Butterfly... a 6 hour trip. Biggs sighed to himself and hit the hyperdrive start up button.

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OOC: The planet of Steel Butterfly is 80% land, and basically one large city. Monarch Heights is the rich new part where the capital building is and everything else nice. Steel City is the industrial section, located below Monarch Heights. It is nice, but rather polluted due to the fact that protective barriers keep the smog from escapting except through specific locations. The lowest section, which actually touches the soil, is called the slums...both officially and by slang. The slums are...a very hard place to live. Constant violence, eternal darkness since the sun's rays can't reach that far down, only place in the empire where there is murder, rape, and those kind of non-economic or political crime. No one seems to care about it either. Many kids who survive childhood in the slums go into the military.

ooc: allright, I'll come back tonight or tomorrow to work on that part of the rp.

IC: Biggs looked over the DNA sample with his AI as he blazed through hyperspace. He idly munched on a sandwich.

*sigh*Very well....but I need to buy weapons lots of them.Who can I talk to about this?Or do you sell them yourself?"

"I'm merely useful for information," Krimm replied. "And here's some for ya...I gotta be going. See ya later!"

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Kris Krimm

OOC: Sick of using this stupid character...lol

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Another town, yet disturbingly the same as the last. With unsuspecting people in their beds for the night, Warheit torched the villiage to hell. A little girl complained of the scent of the charred flesh, so he spared her, slicing through her neck with ease.

OOC: Sorry, I'm going to have to pass this up. My internet connection is screwy, and I don't want to involve myself here; I'd just hold the RP up. Have a good time SB, and be sure to tell me next time you have an RP.

OOC: I understand...good luck

The fighter swooped along, riding just above the waves, Theallas remembered Warheit, “This will be simple, just follow the burning towns, in one of them will be Warheit.” The small shuttle shot towards the capitol, flying just under RADAR installations (Even though the small fighter had a full cloaking screen). Finally the craft reached the capitol and landed, Theallas curtly informing the guards at the landing area that if one of them touched the fighter, he would personally kill them.

Theallas headed towards a bar where he thought he could find information.

OOC: First post involving the academy http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=91316

IC:
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With the auto-pilot on, Garr decided to send a message to his friend Lusec from back in the slums. Lusec had been accepted to a state-of-the-art military academy last year, and should have arrived by now.

Dear Apakoh, I hope you find what you're looking for at this school you are at. Let us both find what we're looking for soon. I look foward to seeing you, and I undoubtedly will stop by some day.

Sincerely,

Garr Altima

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Garr Altima

Theallas walked into the bar in the slums, his eyes finding themselves acustomed to the dark enviroment (Tolkien Elves have natural night vision), he walked up to a person in the bar and sat down, "So, anything new in the Empire? Most notibaly, and villages burned recently?"

OOC: You want me to be some guys in the slums or do you want to do it yourself?

OOC: You want me to be some guys in the slums or do you want to do it yourself?

Preferably you, I have no expirience with your people, your government yes, people no.

Theallas walked into the bar in the slums, his eyes finding themselves acustomed to the dark enviroment (Tolkien Elves have natural night vision), he walked up to a person in the bar and sat down, "So, anything new in the Empire? Most notibaly, and villages burned recently?"

"Villages were burned?" a man asked. "Where? That's horrible.?

(Warheit is not on Steel Butterfly, he is on..well..he's on one of the other 6 planet-nations. People in the slums aren't nessessarily stupid, they just have a lack of education and are illinformed on topics. Few probably know who Warheit is. This really is the darkside of the empire.)

Theallas walked into the bar in the slums, his eyes finding themselves acustomed to the dark enviroment (Tolkien Elves have natural night vision), he walked up to a person in the bar and sat down, "So, anything new in the Empire? Most notibaly, and villages burned recently?"

"Villages were burned?" a man asked. "Where? That's horrible.?

(Warheit is not on Steel Butterfly, he is on..well..he's on one of the other 6 planet-nations. People in the slums aren't nessessarily stupid, they just have a lack of education and are illinformed on topics. Few probably know who Warheit is. This really is the darkside of the empire.)

OOC: So Theallas walked into the wrong place to get info

IC: Theallas just shook his head, "Sorry nothing, nothing, sorry to bother you." Theallas stood up and headed out side to his fighter, lifting off, he decided to make a visit to one of the middle class levels. He set his fighter down on another landing pad, told the manager the same thing about killing any one who touched his plane, and headed into a bar.

He sat down nect to another person, "Ahh hello, I am looking for some information, most notibaly, have their been any, disturbances in the Empire recently. Vilages getting burned, cities destroyed and the like?"

OOC: I hope you don't hate me after this is over...

"VILLAGILEZ!" A drunk man replies, thinking he has to scream for some reason. "WHEREZ DA FIRE?"

A woman approaches Theallas. "On the outskirts of the Empire. It's really tragic. I have no clue what's causing it. I have family out there."

Suddenly, the band started up in a drunken country song.


I've seen short skirts
We've got high techs
blue collared boys
and rednecks
We've got lovers
lots of hookers
I've even seen dancing girls
and hooker
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar
Mmmmhmmmhmmmhmmmhmm...
I love this bar

I love this bar
It's my kinda place
Just toeing round the dance floor
Puts a big smile on my face
No cover charge
Come as you arrrrre!
Mmmmhmmmhmmmhmmmhmm...
I love this bar!

Screaming over the music, the woman wished Theallas luck saying that they don't get customers often.

OOC: Much tanks to Toby Keith for the song and my dad for his redneck music...since the kind I listen to doesn't sound quite like the industrial region of monarch city. Lol

Theallas yelled over the noise, "Do you know what plannet?"

"CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka" the woman shouted. "Good luck getting there though...I haven't seen the public transport stop in the industrial region for months."

The Jordan Dropped out of hyperspace roughly half a million kilometers from Steel butterfly. Biggs immediately tapped a few buttons and brought up the news reports and internet information sites.

"Jordan, search these articles for anything related to this guy Warheit"

"Accessing... Accessing... nothing sir. if there was anyrthing, its been censored."

"Well what are some bizzare news stories?"

The AI began to read through the top headlines, 'Shuttle theft rates on the rise, A school for mercenaries gains popularity, Anti-Pollution Proposals turned down, Several small villages burnt to the ground with no survivors, Hot new video game system hits the market and sells over--"

"Stop. What's this village burning stuff?"

"Accessing... several villages around the Orion System, more specifically CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, have been burnt to the ground. No cause has been determined yet, but it is known that there have been absolutely no survivors. This information only comes to us from those who have travelled expecting to visit relatives and find nothing. No witnesses have come forth."

"Great, lets start there. Pick the most recent one and lock in a course. Make sure we have clearance to land while you're at it."

"Right sir."

The Jordan locks in a course for CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka and engages hyperdrives. It takes only a few seconds to close the distance, and Biggs' ship drops out of hyperspace in orbit of the planet. The AI sends a request to enter the atmosphere.

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jbiggs2.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2060378#2060378)

OOC: Correct me if I am wrong about the location of the fire... i assumed it was on steel butterfly...

OOC: CC...change wherever it says Steel Butterfly to CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, a puppet nation of mine. That's where Warheit's at right now.

"CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka" the woman shouted. "Good luck getting there though...I haven't seen the public transport stop in the industrial region for months."

Theallas nodded, "I have my own ways of getting places." Theallas left the bar, rubbing his pointed ears, "I again think that Humans must want to become deaf." Theallas boarded his ship, and flew to the plannet.

OOC: CC...change wherever it says Steel Butterfly to CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, a puppet nation of mine. That's where Warheit's at right now.OOC: Changing, about how far away is that?

Upset about the lack of information the government had given him, he decided to contact Nemerov directly.

"You have to give me more information. How can I gather stuff on this guy when it keeps getting covered up?" Garr complained.

Nemerov knew he was right. "Perhaps the cat people will know something..."

"Ahh..." Garr said to himself, turning off the viewscreen. "CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka"

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Garr Altima

OOC: CC...change wherever it says Steel Butterfly to CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, a puppet nation of mine. That's where Warheit's at right now.OOC: Changing, about how far away is that?

OOC: Not far...think of the Orion System like the Sol system. It's one of the planets...inhabited mostly by Worthens...my form of cat people.

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The Jordan Dropped out of hyperspace roughly half a million kilometers from Steel butterfly. Biggs immediately tapped a few buttons and brought up the news reports and internet information sites.

"Jordan, search these articles for anything related to this guy Warheit"

"Accessing... Accessing... nothing sir. if there was anyrthing, its been censored."

"Well what are some bizzare news stories?"

The AI began to read through the top headlines, 'Shuttle theft rates on the rise, A school for mercenaries gains popularity, Anti-Pollution Proposals turned down, Several small villages burnt to the ground with no survivors, Hot new video game system hits the market and sells over--"

"Stop. What's this village burning stuff?"

"Accessing... several villages around the Orion System, more specifically CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, have been burnt to the ground. No cause has been determined yet, but it is known that there have been absolutely no survivors. This information only comes to us from those who have travelled expecting to visit relatives and find nothing. No witnesses have come forth."

"Great, lets start there. Pick the most recent one and lock in a course. Make sure we have clearance to land while you're at it."

"Right sir."

The Jordan locks in a course for CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka and engages hyperdrives. It takes only a few seconds to close the distance, and Biggs' ship drops out of hyperspace in orbit of the planet. The AI sends a request to enter the atmosphere.

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Warheit had been walking from his latest massacre when a man, dressed as a bounty hunter stopped him with a gun pointed at his head.

"F-freeze!" The man stammered.

"But how can I?" Warheit asked, igniting the forest around him. "When the flames are so hot?"

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"P-people are l-looking for you!" the man said. "I h-have a bounty for you h-head."

"Oh do you?" Warheit responded with an evil grin on his face. "Go on, spit it out..."

"I found you...now I'll get the money!"

Warheit's smiled faded for a second while thinking of Nemerov, but quickly changed back. "Too bad with these flames..." Warheit clenched his long, curved sword. "...no one will be able to find you..." He ran the man through his midsection, lifted him off the ground, and pinned his body against a flaming tree. Warheit held the man there for a while, letting his skin char, and then realizing that the pitiful fool was still alive, threw him aside into burning shrubs. The man would either bleed or burn...or both as Warheit hoped.

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The man had been helpful though.

I should have known that bastard would send his croonies after me. it's unfortunate...that they have to die...

The heavens broke open, and a cooling rain washed away the flames and ash, leaving only emptiness and smoke as proof of his evil deeds.

OOC: I missed something... how is he lighting things on fire, does he have a flamethrower or something? And how is he slicing people and stabbing people, does he have a sword like sephiroth or something? And please tell me he isn't using magic :P but it's ok if he is, I'm just wondering.

IC: The Jordan gently descended into the atmosphere. "What are the coordinates of the last reported fire?"

The AI accessed something real quick, then spat out a few numbers, "27N by 38E... wait... new report, 27N by 35 E. it's under a rainstorm."

"Allright, take us there. keep the ship in the clouds while i go down there."

"Sir?"

"I'm going to go down and investigate in my Legolas, not like anyone down there would complain."

"Right sir. Be careful."

The gunship descended towards the village with a loud roar, then slipped into the clouds, engaging repulsorlift drives to keep it hovering.

Biggs had made his way to the cargo hold, which had in part been configured to house a single mecha. He locked himself into the pilot's seat and clipped a small wire tap onto his wrist.

"Ready for deployment. Cargo bay opening."

The Legolas class SkaterMecha glided down with a roar, engines blasting, until it hit the ground. The flames from the engines added to the flames on the ground.

"This is terrible..." Biggs noted, walking his relatively small mecha through the destruction. He looked around for any active life signs, hoping to at least find someone still hanging onto their life to tell a story... or a warning.

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OOC: I missed something... how is he lighting things on fire, does he have a flamethrower or something? And how is he slicing people and stabbing people, does he have a sword like sephiroth or something? And please tell me he isn't using magic :P but it's ok if he is, I'm just wondering.

OOC: Naturally he has a sword like Sephiroth. He has always looked strikingly like good old Sephy too :lol: Fire, it's not that hard to set a town ablaze. :roll: No magic...and for clearification...I probably should note him with a torch or something. You simple don't know about C.E. It's pretty dry...easy to be ignited.

The man was simply too scared to shoot while Warheit was being a pyro.

Just so you know...this RP will have fantasy elements in it though...more towards the end...

OOC: That's fine, I like fantasy elements, just nothing uber-extreme superhero stuff. So... care to Rp someone on the ground half alive, or the fact that there is no one?

OOC: That's fine, I like fantasy elements, just nothing uber-extreme superhero stuff. So... care to Rp someone on the ground half alive, or the fact that there is no one?

OOC: Oh the planet is large...there's still alot of people...just not in 3 villages...

You'll probably be meeting Garr on CE soon though.

Garr raced through the stars in the Ardende, finally reaching the planet of the Worthens. Is that smoke he could see from the sky?

"Of course not," he told himself. "Must be volcanos or something." Dropping his ship in a forest meadow, he exited, wearing the ODIN battle armor he had stolen from an Imerial soldier before. There simply was no better protection out there.

Garr came upon a town and was horrified. Ashes, as far as the eye could see. It had become quite chilly, and Garr rose the heat level in the ODIN suit.

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Garr Altima

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Example of ODIN Battle Armor

EDITED:

Biggs lets out a heavy sigh as his computer readout proves absolutely no sign of any active life... not a heartbeat but his own for miels. The feeling was chilling... he checked his s-dimension scanners... absolutely nothing... save for a few minor insects hanging around the flames.

"There's nothing here, I'm returning back to the Jordan."

He was about to hit the jump jets when a blip came on his sensors... "someone just walked in."

Biggs walked his mecha into the forest, towards where he just picked up a small ship landing. "Wait here, Jordan. I'm gonna go see if this guy knows anything."

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OOC: Damn it... I hate that! I always get here too late to do anything.

The Talon of The Prince carefully made his way into the imperial office on the planet. He was scowling. "I have been sent from the Most Holy Principality to aid your endeavours."

Theallas' shuttle reached the planet, ingoring the protests of officials, he entered the atmosphere. Flying around the planet, he could see a place from where smoke was rising, he set his shuttle down. Activating the cloaking feild when he got out, he set off to the vilage where he assumed Warhiet was.

Garr stopped. He knew he heard something...he knew...

Spinning around, Garr came upon a metallic figure. Slowly moving his eyes upward, he and his ODIN sensors came to the conclusion that this was indeed a Mech.

The Worthen, or most in Steel Butterfly, don't have Mechs..." He thought to himself. Firing a disruptor shot into the air, he transmitted a "Who are you" message to the man in the Mech.

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Garr Altima

Theallas reached the villlage and looked at Warheit's handywork, "Thorough, very thorough." Was the only eulogy he said for the dead civilians. He thought he saw a figure standing among the dead, "Warheit, is that you?"

(OOC: Is it? If it is not, have it be some civilian)

Theallas reached the villlage and looked at Warheit's handywork, "Thorough, very thorough." Was the only eulogy he said for the dead civilians. He thought he saw a figure standing among the dead, "Warheit, is that you?"

(OOC: Is it? If it is not, have it be some civilian)

OOC: No...not yet :P

Have it be some guy pierced through the stomach or something who wasn't burn because of a heat protective suit. Get morbidly creative. Haha...

Krimm checked his weapon. He had connections...he would find this Warheit first...although kill him...he'd just have to wait and see.

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Kris Krimm

Garr stopped. He knew he heard something...he knew...

Spinning around, Garr came upon a metallic figure. Slowly moving his eyes upward, he and his ODIN sensors came to the conclusion that this was indeed a Mech.

The Worthen, or most in Steel Butterfly, don't have Mechs..." He thought to himself. Firing a disruptor shot into the air, he transmitted a "Who are you" message to the man in the Mech.

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Garr AltimaBiggs stopped dead at the shot, and answered the reply immediately, "Whoa there, I was just passing through and I saw this fire, thought I'd check it out, see if I could help anyone."

Biggs obviously did not recognize the man, and hoped he wouldn't recognize him.

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The man looked at Theallas, he was holding a gun, "G.. G... Get away..." He fired, missing Theallas by a long shot. "Where is the man who did this?" The man gibbered something, "Thank you." As Theallas walked away, there was a spray of blood as the mans head fell of of his shoulders, if not for that wound, the man would have lived.

Theallas continued on his journey.

Garr attempted to scratch his face, but was denied by the metal of his helmet. Annoyed, he replied. "Who are you...people around here don't have this kind of technology..." He hoped it wasn't someone else looking for Warheit. This was his chance of a lifetime after all.

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Garr Altima

"I am no one of consequence, just dropping in to help a few people."

Something about the sensor reading on the man in front of him seemed vaguely familiar.

Garr thought he recognized the voice. Many years in this business could give a man that ability. "You'd think that the government would employ one of their own to help people...and don't say you're just passing by...you couldn't simply fly into Orion space..."

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Garr Altima

Biggs smirked as his sensors revealed the man behind the mask, "What is it with you... seems like every time I run into you you're just tryin to bust someone for earning a little money..."

He kept a foot hovering over the jump-jet switch, ready to jump back into his ship and leave this dorkwad with a bad haircut in his dust.

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Immediately Garr remembered, much to his dismay. "I trust you've had the same amount of luck I've had. There really aren't many people around to ask what happened to."

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Garr Altima

He shakes his head, as if the man could see it... "Nope, not a heartbeat in the area, until ou and me showed up. I'm going to try to find the next big fire, and hope I can catch him in the act... wait, why am I telling you this?"

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Theallas continued to walk, walking, farther and farther he jornied, always listening and watching for Warheit, his elven eyes and ears always on the look out for the General.

He shakes his head, as if the man could see it... "Nope, not a heartbeat in the area, until ou and me showed up. I'm going to try to find the next big fire, and hope I can catch him in the act... wait, why am I telling you this?"

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"Perhaps you realized as well that this isn't any old manhunt...there appears to be a lot more at stake here..."

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Garr Altima

"Heh, besides money? Like what?"

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"Sure the money is above average..." Garr began, looking at the destruction around him. "But I'm normally not employed by governments...tracking madmen...who are crucile to their covering up of something."

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Garr Altima

"You were Employed by the government? I was under the assumption that this government was on his side, what with all the coverups et cetera..."

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Garr stopped to think about what Biggs had said, but quickly disposed of the idea. "No...Emperor Nemerov certainly does not want him found by...society..."

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Garr Altima

Biggs smiled, "So how much did your government promise you if you caught this guy? a million? 5 million?"

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"Humph...it's not my government...I was simply born here," Garr said. "However, the sum would...make me a happy man."

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Garr Altima

"Well, I've got a deal for you, just because I'm a friendly man... What do you say if, in ...oh... a week, if neither of us finds this guy... we team up and split the earnings? From what I've heard, this guy ain't gonna be your ...average bounty."

He smiled within his cockpit while he argued with himself, what am I doing... I can take this guy Warheit any day... he doesn't sound so tough... but then again... if I can't get him in a week, I'll probably start asking for help anyway.

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"I say we wait until the week is up," Garr responded. "It appears that our paths cross regularly anyhow..."

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Garr Altima

"Allright... well I guess I know who at least one of my rivals is... I'd probably be smart to assume you're not the onyl one... either way, I think I'll get on with my hunt. Good luck."

Biggs prepared to hit the jump jets.

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Warheit came to a meadow where he found a triangular-shaped starship.

Surgite...

Shaking the voice from his head, he considered using the ship to escape, but the thought of trackers made him consider otherwise. Slicing through the lock on the door, he started the ship and laughed at the lack of security protocols.

"Probably another bastard out to find me..." he thought to himself.

After a short while, Warheit had entered into weapons control. He then locked a Polaron Torpedo onto a nearby tree. Setting the time limit until fire for thirty minutes, he exited the ship no longer laughing to himself.

"The ship will be gone...now...the hunter...becomes the hunted..."

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Rei Warheit

"Allright... well I guess I know who at least one of my rivals is... I'd probably be smart to assume you're not the onyl one... either way, I think I'll get on with my hunt. Good luck."

Biggs prepared to hit the jump jets.

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"Same to you," Garr said, not knowing the man's name. He had always been bad with names. He then departed the burnt village, making his way back to his ship for the oncoming night. It was a good hour's journey...and the sun was already beginning to set.

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Garr Altima

ooc: I never gave you his name ;)

IC:

Biggs nodded and lept up into his barely-visible dropship, clamping his mecha inside. He walked up towards the cockpit while the Jordan began to move forward.

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OOC: Could have sworn...but you're right...edited

OOC: Did you miss my post?

IC: The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."

The Supernova slowed to sublight speeds as it approached the Orion Sector.
"I'm taking my ship, but stay in the area. Make up some excuse, like you need repairs or something."
"Sir, are you sure you don't want us to keep in touch? And are you sure you don't want a crew? That's a big ship..."
"If I'm going to find him I need to keep a low profile. Yes, I know an assault ship isn't exactly a low profile, but the design isn't known yet, it's unidentifiable. Most of the tracking will be done in a fighter anyway. You won't hear from me unless I need help or I've got him. Remember to enter the system from more or less the opposite side."
With this, General McGraw climbed aboard the Blue Horizon and departed for the closest planet.

OOC:
Character Info:
Full Name: Fergus Seamus McGraw
Title: General in the Ineffable Army (Five Star), Commander in Chief of The Ineffable Spacefleet, and Ruler of The Ineffable Imperial Dominion of Leda Colony and EVILREGIONHOLDER.
Height: 6ft 2"
Weight: 12 stone
Background:
Born in the nation of Whang, General McGraw was raised on the streets of Whangalor, before the crackdown on crime. Orphaned at five when his mother shot herself, he joined a gang and by the age of 16 he controlled most of the city's crime. When the crackdown came he organisednhis thugs like a private army, but when Ineffable forces overwhelmed him he was given a choice: execution or the military. Ineffable forces don't waste what they can use. By the age of 27 he was already a general, and was seen as a rising star in the Ineffable army. When the Ineffable space program was launched it was he who first suggested an offworld colony and a spacefleet. When Leda Colony was finally established TGI Bob rewarded General McGraw for his fine idea by sending him offworld to govern the new colony. Ever eager for action, he can't go very long without some sort of a war, and has consequently gotten very restless after several years without so much as a whiff of it, which is why he joined the manhunt for General Warheit.
Equipment:
Ships:
The Blue Horizon, Horizon Class Assualt Ship (Prototype)
Length: 200m
Max Sublight Speed: 60 PSL
Max Speed: Classified
Armament:
60 Missile tubes
6 Point Defence Lasers (50 Mw)
4 Rail Cannons
Fighter Complement: 15 Centaur Tactical Fighters
Mecha Complement: 1 Hellfire Class Mecha, 2 automated planetary assualt mechas (only used in planetary warfare situations)

STSS Supernova, Jovian Storm Class Heavy Cruiser
[see Jovian Storm class stats]

Centaur Class Tactical Fighter
[see Centaur class stats]

Mechas:
Hellfire Class Mecha
Height: 3.76m
Weight: 1.7 tonnes
Max Speed: 40 km/h
Armour: Heavy, AP-resistant
Armament: Two forearm mounted machine guns, one flamethrower, two shoulder mounted missile launchers, one minigun.

Personal Armament:
Knife- Unique 3 bladed design, for maximised entry and exit damage
Stun Gun- Fires a focused blast of electrical energy to knock out the target
.33 cal semi-automatic pistol, 10 rounds
1 MP-5N Submachine gun

He's a military man with some military hardware. I only included the mech and ship stats because there're no other copies yet on the forums, 'cos they're a couple of things I've been cooking up.
IC:

As the Blue Horizon approached the outermost inhabited planet, General McGraw climbed into a fighter and prepared tpo go down to the planet.
"Blue Horizon, anything that approaches this ship and isn't me is to be deterred. If anything unauthorised comes within ten metres I want PDLs activated and the thing vaporised. If anything breaches the hull and boards I want internal defences, Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee activated and ready to go. Understand?"
Yes, sir.
"Good. Also, keep a track of me. If it appears I'm dead, I want The Supernova here within the hour. Got it?"
Yes, General McGraw.
"And one more thing, stop speaking in italics for Bob's sake!"
Error, unable to comply.
"Very funny."
Ten minutes later, General McGraw descended to the surface of the planet.

OOC: Steel, which planet is he landing on?

OOC: Anyplace I can jump in at? This damn thing grows pretty fast.

OOC: Did you miss my post?

IC: The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."

OOC: sorry...must have...if you're talking to me that is...

let me check on it

OOC: Anyplace I can jump in at? This damn thing grows pretty fast.

Make some post about how your guy found out information on Warheit and joined the hunt

The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."

"Do you think you're amusing?" the rather attractive yet bitchy secretary asked. "The Emperor will see you shortly...please...be quiet and sit down."

OOC: TST, if he's going to the main planet, he's going to Steel Butterfly

If he's on the current trail of Warheit, he's going to CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka

Garr had since overcome the shock of seeing his ship, and only route off of the planet, blown up and on fire, but his rage was merely beginning to form for this Warheit man.

Further into the forests Garr traveled, cutting down or blowing away trees and vines that blocked his path. This was how he took his anger out; he destroyed things.

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Garr Altima

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The sun was rising in the north, and the children of the village realized that they had a visitor. Few adults were up at this hour of daybreak, and none paid attention to the wreckage over the cliff.

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A young Worthen, dressed in a white shirt and carrying some stuffed animal, approached the stranger.

"Who is you?"

The child looked behind the man, and let out a shriek when he saw that the stranger did not have a tail.

"Fetch me some wood," the man said, and the children did as he asked. He took the wood to the small graveyard of the small village and piled it up. Then, by striking his sword against a rock, he made a spark and lit the logs. The children watched in amazement. Of course they had seen fire before, but this man, he was so interesting...

When the flame was full of life, the man looked down the dirt road and noticed that the village was indeed larger than only five houses.

"I need some more wood," he told the children, and they brought him the logs, laughing, giggling, and carrying on. He ignored it, for it was easier than getting the wood himself. He couldn't be bothered with such menial tasks.

The children got bored, as children do, and began to play in the water, swimming and jumping about. The stranger used this time to hastefully set fire to each house in the village, placing a burning log on each roof.

Gradually the adults realized what was happening to their homes, and ran out of their houses, screaming for water and for their children. When they came to the stream, they were horrified to find it blood red, with parts of their kids floating down, bouncing off of rocks, and then over the waterfall.

The man stood at the edge of the waterfall, holding the original child that he saw in the air by his tail. The child was screaming and crying, yet still holding on to his stuffed animal. The stranger ripped the animal from the child's hand, threw the child into the air, and then sliced its small body in two.

Enraged and horrified, the adult Worthens of the village came after the man, but he simply jumped over the falls and disappeared from view. By the time they had returned, their village was burnt to the ground.

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Rei Warheit

Smoke...fire...

Garr smiled...an evil, sickening smile...and moved faster through the dense forest. He was much closer...much closer than he could ever have imagined. All he had to do was move faster than this Warheit character...and he knew it could be done. No...it had to be done...

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Garr Altima

Theallas saw the new fire and ran twoards it, finally reaching the village (After Warheit left), he looked at the destruction and pieces of bodies, "Quck, efficient, I must commend Warheit when I see him." He spotted a vilager, "You there! Have you seen a man with a sword, somewhat homocidial, and has a perchant for setting vilages on fire?"

As Theallas said this he reached for his sword, the movement under his cloak was unoticable, Theallas had not intention of leave evience of his whereabouts behind him, that was the only issue he ad with Warheit. Warheit was not thourough enough.

Garr approached...

"Freeze!" He shouted to the man (Theallas). Garr was not sure who this man was from the distance...but if it was indeed Warheit...now was his chance...

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Garr Altima

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The villager was sobbing. His tears stopped and he spoke in a menacing voice. "That bastard slaughtered my family...burned my home...broke my wife's heart...who the hell is he...and where did he come from?" The village looked up as Garr yelled his command. Not in the mood to obey orders, he ran back to his wife.

Krimm checked his weapon. He had connections...he would find this Warheit first...although kill him...he'd just have to wait and see.


Krimm approached the man. Legendary in the criminal district, the crimson-haired warrior was fierce. Fierce enough? Krimm didn't know...but it was worth a try.

"I have an offer..." he began. "It's quite worth your time...you know of the Phantom don't you?"

"Why yes," the man responded with a sly smile. "Someone already contacted me about him...I'm supposed to hunt him down...they picked me for...well...since I'm a fellow criminal I guess," he said, laughing.

Leandro Heroth had been known as The Blade about five years ago. A stalker and a murderer, he had since been employed by the Emperor himself, carrying out under the table missions for Steel Butterfly. Hunting Warheit was his latest...

"I have information about the man," Krimm continued.

"I know you do...I was told about you as well," Leandro responded. "Are you planning on coming with me?"

"Well..." Krimm began.

"We better get going...it will be dark in the villages by the time we get there..." Leandro finished.

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Kris Krimm

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Leandro Heroth

Theallas didn't give Garr a chance to shoot, in an instant, almost fast than the eye could follow, Theallas had killed the man (villager) slicing his head clean off, continuing he killed the mans wife, a clean attack, the blade stricking right through the persons neck, severing their spinal chord. Theallas stood up, sheathing his sword and ignoring Garr. "I don't leade witnesses, Warheit is too careless." After noticin Garr, he turns, (If Garr watches the news he might know Theallas, esecialy after the Knootoss war, he might also know Theallas from several other places, speaches that Theallas has made, polocy statements and the like) "So, another bounty hunter after General Warheit? Intersting, Nemerov must really be interested in getting Warheit killed." He adresses himself to Garr.

"Well, I am not Warhet, and I must tell you, don't count on that amror of your's when you meet Warheit, if all that he has done here is his handywork, he will cut through your armor like I can, as a knife will cut through paper"

For effect, Theallas jabs his sword in the ground, ripping it us as he finishes, a fissure seems to form in the ground, demolishing one of the builds that Warheit had missed.

Deciding not to shoot...or at least not yet...Garr questions the man who he somehow remembers.

"What do you know of Warheit? I remember him as 'The Youngest General in Steel Butterfly History'...everyone was all excited or up in arms about it. Now we're after him...I don't even know his face..."

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Garr Altima

Theallas looked at Garr, "I don't really know, this all started after an... incident, you see, about a year ago, you will think I am mad after I say this, but timelines started to merge, I, for one, lived five separate lives. Some how, time went back to normal, but then Warheit vanished, ti i very distressing to me, I respected Warheit as a profetional friend, we are in the same buisness. My name is Robert Theallas if you want to know, or atleast, that is my Humanized name."

While an intelligent man, Garr didn't attempt to understand temporal physics. The only part that mattered to him was Warheit vanishing.

"But why would a promising general, of such glorious ancestry (Warheits are often considered nobility...although it's not official) and a possible ascention to the empire, simply vanish and go phycho all of a sudden?"

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Garr Altima

OOC: In my timeline...the incident was over a year ago...

Warheit needed to be away for a while to...well...things had to happen

While an intelligent man, Garr didn't attempt to understand temporal physics. The only part that mattered to him was Warheit vanishing.

"But why would a promising general, of such glorious ancestry (Warheits are often considered nobility...although it's not official) and a possible ascention to the empire, simply vanish and go phycho all of a sudden?"

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Garr Altima

OOC: In my timeline...the incident was over a year ago...

Warheit needed to be away for a while to...well...things had to happen

OOC: Ohh, a year, I will edit my post, sorry

IC:

Theallas thought for a moment, "About the pshyco part, I can understand parts of it, I will not bore you with my life story, but I think I can uderstand what he is going through, you see, I saw what Warheit saw, we all saw everything, because everyting was nothing, you see? Some of those futures, and pasts, in one, the Humans lost the Mechina wars, in another the plannet of Steel Butterfly was destroyed, Emporer Nemerov he saw as a Mechina, you can see why he has gone mad.

But I must say, if he ever intends to become an assasin, he better work on his cleanup a liitle bit, quite a sloppy job, he left too many witnesses."

Theallas looks around himself and sniffs, "Could have used just a bit more lean up work."

Loosing the Machina Wars? Nemerov as a Machina? The planet blowing up? Such strange fantasies...Garr didn't spend more than the time required on the thought though...he still had work to do.

"I doubt he is trying to be an assassin...these people have done nothing wrong...the Worthens are...simple people...minus a few big cities," Garr explained. "I only see this as mindless murder." He shook his head. It was disgusting...and the man he was talking to was no better.

"Did the Emperor commission you as well?"

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Garr Altima

Theallas just shruged, "I guess, it looks like something I would have done when I was less sane, I tend to think that I had a better reason but hey, what sane person spends about ohh say, one thousand years killing people for a living." Theallas has been inspecting his blade, "Damn, I am going to need to sharpen that blade again." He looks up, "No I was not commissioned by Nemerov, I would never live it down, well, okay I would, but it would nag me. I am here to hall Warheit's sorry rear back to Thelas where I can figure out how to get him back to sanity, and keep him alive."

He looks back at Garr, "An from the looks of it you are hunting him" Theallas sheaths his sword, "Good luck, you are going to need it."

Walking past Theallas, Garr simply said, "It appears that way." He came to the waterfall, all traces of blood had vanished, and then looked out towards the horizon. More villages...Nemerov would be going this way. He turned and looked at Theallas...and then jumped over the falls.

If this man is like the rest...I'll be seeing him again as well... he thought.

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Garr Altima

OOC: I gotta get up really early tomorrow...I'll probably only be up for another 20 minutes or so...so I had to end this conversation...I might make one more post...but since I have 3 different groups of characters now...I'm not sure who the post will be about...

OOC: Same here, I really should not be up right now, damn term paper!

IC: Theallas nodded and took a diferent route twoards another village he hoped Warheit would be at.

"General...what is the status of our bio-engineering lab?" the emperor asked.

"We haven't gotten a response for days..." General Shockey replied.

"Damnit! And about Warheit?" Nemerov continued.

"Nothing..."

"The public's getting worried...I need to make an announcement on the subject...soon..." Nemerov said.

"Agreed," the General concluded.

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, XIII
Orion Sector Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

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High General James Shockey
High Commander of the Imperial Military

OOC: Cap Corp...where are ya bud? Lol..oh well...it gave Garr and Theallas a chance to...uh...bond. Also...it gave Warheit a chance to...slaughter some children... :?

OOC: Cap Corp...where are ya bud? Lol..oh well...it gave Garr and Theallas a chance to...uh...bond. Also...it gave Warheit a chance to...slaughter some children... :?

OOC: BONDING *can see Theallas trying to sneak up behind SB's player*

OOC: Cap Corp...where are ya bud? Lol..oh well...it gave Garr and Theallas a chance to...uh...bond. Also...it gave Warheit a chance to...slaughter some children... :?

OOC: BONDING *can see Theallas trying to sneak up behind SB's player*

OOC: Oh god... :roll:

IC:

Warheit knew of the pattern. They appeared to be getting closer and closer…he’d have to take a detour…

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Rei Warheit

OOC: Character description
Tzalk Nildran (black hair, blue eyes, average height)
Race-Kandrym (basically human, but longer lifespan & better healing abilities).
Trade- pirate, mercenary, assassin.
Primary skills- piloting, most varieties of combat.
He knows some magic, but rarely uses any except a form of telekinesis.
Weapons- scimitar, several knives, multi-purpose energy blaster (handgun), Kandrian high-power energy rifle with holographic scope, Kandrian dart gun, 3 programable energy grenades.
Clothing- red shirt (silk), black pants, cloak, boots, weapon harness. These are worn over his armor, hiding it. His three-cornered hat hides a video camera in the back, as well as assorted sensors for non-visible wavelengths; a viewing screen that can show any one of these is hidden behind an eyepatch over his left eye.
Background- He grew up on a world where the most advanced technology was a crossbow (his parents wanted a quiet life away from interstellar politics, so they settled down on a little-known planet. Tzalk does not know he was not born there). When he was 17, the village where he lived was destroyed by an invading army. He was one of the few survivors; both his parents were killed. During the war he joined the army, and rose to the rank of Captain. After it ended he transfered to the Navy; 3 years later, he jumped ship and joined a pirate crew. By the end of the next year, he was second in command, and when the captain died in battle he took over. Thus he lived his life until the day when, at the age of 47, he discovered a small band of explorers from another world. That was almost 300 years ago....
Is this character acceptable?

IC:
"I've just been informed that we're low on supplies, so we'll have to land. The nearest inhabitable planet is 15 minutes travel away. All crew prepare for a landing." Tzalk Nildran turned off the microphone and plotted the course. Business had been poor recently; he might have to think about looking for mercenary work soon. As long as they could make supplies last, though, he preffered to take no orders but his own....
15 minutes later:
As Tzalk was coming in for a routine landing, he saw smoke rising in a thick column to the right. He sat bolt upright. "What in Kron's name is that??" He adjusted course, and soon brought the ship down just out of sight of the village.
"I'm going to invetigate this myself." he said to his second in command.
"Are you sure you don't want anyone with you? This could be dangerous."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Get some supplies, then take Silverbreeze into orbit. Full stealth mode, of course. I'll report occaisionally; if you don't hear from my for a week, send a search party. I'm sure there won't be any trouble, though."
She sighed, remembering the last time he had said that, and returned to the ship to start planning a search party.
The crew unloaded a Skimmer, then boarded the ship again. Tzalk watched Silverbreeze lift off, activated the security field on his vehicle, and walked into the ruined village. As soon as he saw a standing figure, he called out "Ahoy thar! What 'appened t' this place?"

The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."


"Do you think you're amusing?" the rather attractive yet bitchy secretary asked. "The Emperor will see you shortly...please...be quiet and sit down."

TTP sat down, idly resisting the urge to throttle the woman.

OOC: Sorry man, busy day.

IC: The Jordan, with a load roar that seems to get more and more familiar to everyone, soars over the village most recently struck, descending to a hover over a sad reddish stream, with small body parts floating down with the bloody water.

Biggs could see flames dying down as the small village smoldered. "This guy is sick," is the only thing that could come out of his mouth at the horrible sight.

He sulked in his chair for a moment, pondering. "Who would do this? This is like the 4th or 5th village so far... does he get pleasure from this?!" He glanced over to a monomolecular-edged sword that was strapped to a small rack beside a bunch of other weapons he rarely used.

"Jordan, show me a map of all fires in the area... this guy seems to have a bit of a flame fetish."

IC: The AI Responded after a quick search, displaying a thermal map of the area... bright spots all over the map, stringing one village to another, with only one thing in common... a small forest walk between them, now either ashened or ablaze, leading through the current village and just beyond.

Biggs smiled to himself as the logic struck him, surely Warheit would be on the trail. "What do you say we show this guy who is on his tail. Let's buzz him hard."

The Jordan sprang to life, popping out of the tree-shrouded streambed almost instantly. Its lateral engines lit up hard and the small gunship blazed forward, over the village, and straight down the forest trail Warheit had become so fond of.

Bolts of energy streaked down the sides of the forest path as turrets blazed from the speeding gunship. He kept a strong lookout for human lifesigns as he lit up the forest pathway. He had picked up the signature his AI now recognized as Garr, in the ODIN armor, talking to someone else, but that couldn't be warheit.

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The fighter craft entered the atmosphere of the forest planet and the General activated the sensors.
"Not much activity, few cities, couple of villages...Wait, several burnt ones...One still smouldering, 7 kilometres south...Course set, ETA 3 minutes. General McGraw to the Blue Horizon, come in."
Blue Horizon acknowledges
"Continually scan the planet for any increases in thermal activity, chiefly burning villages. If you find anything report immediately to my com. McGraw out."
Acknowledged.
...
3 minutes later
...
As he approached the village he detected several lifesigns.
"Hmm...Several human, one elf. No signs of any fighting, can't be Warheit...I think I'll go say hello..."
McGraw landed the fighter in the centre of the smouldering village. Taking out his submachine gun, he strolled towards the gathered figures.
"Hi there. What y'all doing here?"

OOC: Thelas, he's going to recognise Theallas, 'cos he's seen him enough times, but I'm waiting for the response to my strolling in first...

The fighter craft entered the atmosphere of the forest planet and the General activated the sensors.
"Not much activity, few cities, couple of villages...Wait, several burnt ones...One still smouldering, 7 kilometres south...Course set, ETA 3 minutes. General McGraw to the Blue Horizon, come in."
Blue Horizon acknowledges
"Continually scan the planet for any increases in thermal activity, chiefly burning villages. If you find anything report immediately to my com. McGraw out."
Acknowledged.
...
3 minutes later
...
As he approached the village he detected several lifesigns.
"Hmm...Several human, one elf. No signs of any fighting, can't be Warheit...I think I'll go say hello..."
McGraw landed the fighter in the centre of the smouldering village. Taking out his submachine gun, he strolled towards the gathered figures.
"Hi there. What y'all doing here?"

OOC: Thelas, he's going to recognise Theallas, 'cos he's seen him enough times, but I'm waiting for the response to my strolling in first...

Theallas spun around, assuming a combat stance, "Who are you? What are you doint here soldier?"

Theallas scrutinised the face infront of him, let me see, an officer, oh, from The Silver Turtle, I think that might be General McGraw, from the Knootoss war I think.

The fighter craft entered the atmosphere of the forest planet and the General activated the sensors.
"Not much activity, few cities, couple of villages...Wait, several burnt ones...One still smouldering, 7 kilometres south...Course set, ETA 3 minutes. General McGraw to the Blue Horizon, come in."
Blue Horizon acknowledges
"Continually scan the planet for any increases in thermal activity, chiefly burning villages. If you find anything report immediately to my com. McGraw out."
Acknowledged.
...
3 minutes later
...
As he approached the village he detected several lifesigns.
"Hmm...Several human, one elf. No signs of any fighting, can't be Warheit...I think I'll go say hello..."
McGraw landed the fighter in the centre of the smouldering village. Taking out his submachine gun, he strolled towards the gathered figures.
"Hi there. What y'all doing here?"

OOC: Thelas, he's going to recognise Theallas, 'cos he's seen him enough times, but I'm waiting for the response to my strolling in first...

Theallas spun around, assuming a combat stance, "Who are you? What are you doint here soldier?"

Theallas scrutinised the face infront of him, let me see, an officer, oh, from The Silver Turtle, I think that might be General McGraw, from the Knootoss war I think.
"Ah, General Theallas, good to see you once again. I'm on the hunt for another general, or at least a former one. Goes by the name of Warheit. I'm assuming you and these other fine gentlemen are here for a similar reason?"

Biggs noted the other fighter in the area and kept a careful eye on it in the back of his head.

A man, with strong and handsome features, sits in a rather seedy bar. The black leather trenchcoat he wears conceals the large handguns he wears on his person. Across from him sits a portly man, wearing an expensive suit and sporting a nasty facial scar.

"We agreed on seventy thousand." States the man in the suit.

The man in black glares at him over the rims of a pair of mirrored sunglasses.

"That's where you're wrong, we agreed on a hundred. That's my standard fee I might add. You don't get any discounts."

The first man's face turns slightly red.

"You'd be smart to take the seventy thousand and go, Jack."

The man sets a briefcase on the table, then opens it.

"That's your last mistake." Jack says with an icy chill in his voice.

The first man grins, his bodyguards were spread throughout the bar.

"And what mistake was that?" He says with an arrogant tone.

A small, slightly wicked grin crosses Jack's face.

"Nobody threatens Jack Bray."

Before the man can respond, Jack hits the table hard with a knee, flipping it on top of the man. Whipping out a one of his .48's with inhuman speed, and splatters his former employer's brains across the floor. Jack whirls, whipping out a second pistol. The nearest bodyguard catches a pair of Black Talon .48 AMT's in the chest, knocking him to the floor. The final bodyguard behind Jack cuts loose with an Uzi, and Jack rolls behind the table. He pops out from cover quickly, putting a round in the man's throat. Jack stands, blowing the smoke from the barrels of his guns before spinning them back into their holsters on his hips. He chuckles a bit as he closes the briefcase, concealing the bloody seventy thousand US dollars.

"Guess that makes it blood money, eh Frankie?"

Sirens scream in the distance, the local police coming to pick up the pieces, arriving late as usual.

"Shit..."

Jack bolts towards the spaceport, trying to get to his ship before the police could lock it down. He charges through the lobby, backhanding a security guard in the process. Jack sprints up the ramp, hitting the 'close' button to keep out unwelcome guests. Throwing the money into the passenger seats, Jack fires up his small freighter, blasting clear of the port before they could close the hanger doors

Jack's ship drifts in space, the internal stereo system blaring out Snoop Dogg's 'Gin and Juice'.

"F**k ya'll! Ya can't catch me!" Jack punctuates his statement with a double 'finger' and a manical laugh.

Jack begins to sift through his holonet mailbox, coming across a request for him to hunt down some poor bastard named Warheit, and promising to pay him triple his usual fee.

"Computer, set course for whatever that planet's name is."

Jack leans back in the seat as the ship enters hyperspace.

The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."


"Do you think you're amusing?" the rather attractive yet bitchy secretary asked. "The Emperor will see you shortly...please...be quiet and sit down."

TTP sat down, idly resisting the urge to throttle the woman.

He growled, a low sound in the back of his throat. Curse Gray, tearing me from my work and sending me halfway across the galaxy to people who can't even allow me to meet the person I'm meant to meet

The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."


"Do you think you're amusing?" the rather attractive yet bitchy secretary asked. "The Emperor will see you shortly...please...be quiet and sit down."

TTP sat down, idly resisting the urge to throttle the woman.

He growled, a low sound in the back of his throat. Curse Gray, tearing me from my work and sending me halfway across the galaxy to people who can't even allow me to meet the person I'm meant to meet

"The Emperor will see you now,"

Garr walked through the forest, and for the first time in a few days, he had a chance to think.

...it looks like something I would have done when I was less sane...

Warheit did seem to be lacking any sanity at the moment...

...I can understand what he is going through, you see, I saw what Warheit saw, we all saw everything, because everyting was nothing, you see?

This Theallas man...what was he talking about...how could he sympatize with such a monster...?

Then Garr saw it, hidden away in what was perhaps the densest part of the forest, under what appeared to be a dome. It was a metal building...although it seemed to have seen better days. Walking through the broken opening in the dome, and the space where a door should have been in the building, Garr entered the first room.

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Garr Altima

Leandro Heroth and Kris Krimm arrived at the planet and landed near a waterfall.

"Stay here," Leandro said to Krimm.

"Oh come on...you'll just leave me?" Krimm whined.

"And leave my ship?" Leandro replied. "Pitiful stupid bastard," he thought to himself.

"Damnit...I never get to do anything," Krimm continued.

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Leandro Heroth

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Kris Krimm

There was a lack of light, as Garr stumbled around in the darkness, searching for a switch of somesort. He took out a torch and lit it with his lighter, searching around the now apparently huge room. There were chambers filled with different colors of water, about seven or eight feet tall, and some were broken...but some had things in them.

Horrible things, disgusting things...this place wasn't right. Garr's heartbeat raced, he spun around, eying the monsters that surrounded him. They were calm, quiet, encased in the clear chambers.

He heard quiet laughter, and spun around. Warheit moved fast, slicing Garr's main gun in two, and then pinning him to the floor through Garr's upper leg with his sword.

Warheit searched Garr, taking any side weapons away, and then began to speak, as Garr winced in pain and looked on in fear.

"In the tribal days," Warheit began. "There were six clans inhabiting the planet of Steel Butterfly. The Butrfli clan lived in the plains, the Steele clan lived in the artic, the Eniforcim lived in the forests, the blah'OH lived in the swamps, the Aural lived in near and in the oceans, and the Worthen lived on one large island, seperated from the mainland."

Garr nodded. Everyone in Steel Butterfly knew of tribal history. It was taught extensively in schools across the empire.

"The leaders of the Butrfli and Steele clan happened to be fighting over a certain girl at one time, and the girl was killed by the orcish blah'OH, so the Steele-Butrfli pact came to be. This alliance threw off the balance of power on the planet, enabiling the humans to have a monopoly of military power."

"They were the only two human clans...they were destined to take over," Garr thought to himself.

"Eventually, the Worthen and the Steele-Butrfli made a pact in order to fight off the apparently all-powerful reptilian Eniforcim. A speed bump into Eniforcim territory though, was the land of the Aurals. The Aurals were generally feared, for they had the distinct ability to manipulate nature. The elements were all under the Aural's command it seemed. As the Steele-Butrfli's slaughtered all the men and the children, the Worthen raped the women and then killed then, burning thier naked bodies in piles."

"Wait..." Garr thought. He hadn't heard the story quite like this...

"Thought to be extinct, the Aurals fled to live in small villages across the planet and eventually the Orion Sector. They were always being hunted by the government, with the emperor suceeding most of the time. However, unknowst to the humans, the Aurals made quite a name for themselves, under the assumption that they too were humans. One day though, the last of the Aurals were dying off as a snitch leaked thousands into the Emperor's eye, and the Empire burned the last of the Aural villages, killing the last of the race...or so they thought."

Garr almost knew where this was going...he looked around..."Are these things Aurals?" He shuddered in fear...what horrible creatures.

"No...there was only one Aural left. He had managed to live a normal life, never knowing that he was indeed different...until a certain incident occured involving time...and he came to see his ancestors. Distracted from reality, confused about his past, the man began to read extensively from old history books, not the ones that were filled with lies. The Emperor knew that this man was snooping around...and had to keep the man quiet...so he locked him up in the Celestial program...shown here."

Garr didn't look again...he had seen all of the monsters that he wanted to see.

"The Celestial program was designed to make a super soldier...although no one had the currect DNA until a certain red-haired warrior was experimented on. (Leandro anyone? :wink: ) Thrilled, the Emperor enlisted the red-haired man into the military, but the man only caused trouble, eventually becoming a criminal and being exiled."

Obviously Garr was quite taken back by this. He failed to see how this involved Warheit though..."Was Warheit a genetic experiment?" he asked himself.

"However, the man who knew the true story of the past was immune to the Celestial program some how. This confused the scientists to no end, who worked a year on the man, trying to make him a super-soldier, or at least mutate a little. After months and months of testing, they discovered that he was indeed a Aural...and planned to kill him the next day. The man however was not about to die, and escaped from his pod, wreaking havoc on the lab, killing everyone, and burning it to the ground."

Garr understood...

"Realizing that the past I had read was the past of my people, I went to a neiboring village to find more answers, and to my amazement I saw Worthens. Enraged, I showed them the same respect they showed my people, many years ago. I did not rape the women though, for they aren't worthy of my touch. No...I killed them all...every last one. Destruction, death, suffering, fire…they had earned this. All of them."

Garr was shocked...it made sense to him...but he didn't want it to...he knew the next step.

"However, my true enemy is not those worthless felines...but instead those who send peons like you after me. It is the Emperor's fault...him and everyone with him. The whole planet...no...the whole sector will fall if I have to...if it stands in my way. You see, Garr, I'm not the enemy...they are...you are..."

And with that Warheit took the sword out of Garr's leg and slashed open two chambers, filled with beasts beyond the imagination. The beasts woke up, and fixed the eyes on the immobilized and bloody Garr, lying on the floor. Warheit escaped...Garr was left...

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Rei Warheit

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Garr Altima

Leandro stormed into the room, and slayed the beasts, saving Garr.

"Come with me," the crimson-haired warrior said, "They won't be dead for long..."

"Won't be dead for long?" a horrified Garr replied.

"Just come on!" Leandro yelled, pulling Garr. "I'll explain it to you later!"

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Garr Altima

But Leandro and Garr were moving too slow, and Rei had already come across Leandro's ship.

Krimm was outside and didn't see Warheit approaching. Turning around, he froze. The Phantom!

"N-no..." he stammered. "N-NOOO! Stay a-away!" He pulled up his weapon and fired six wild shots in the general direction of Warheit, missing his target each time.

"You're a waste of the air we breathe, Krimm," Warheit told the man he obviously knew from the past. "..and I feel that I must leave those two a gift in exchange for their ship."

"S-Stop...get away!"

Warheit thrusted his blade through Krimm's bladder, piss spraying throughout his body. He slowly cut up through towards and through his stomach until the pitiful man had died. Cutting Krimm's head off, Warheit then put in on a five foot stick, which he then impailed through Krimm's body and into the ground.

Climbing into the ship that was still on, Warheit left the wretched planet under cloak.

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Kris Krimm

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Rei Warheit

OOC: six posts in a row...well...I had to make up for not being here yesterday... :lol:

Hope you liked them...and I hope they informed you of some of the secrets of the RP...but of course not even close to all of them.

OOC: Sorry man, busy day.

IC: The Jordan, with a load roar that seems to get more and more familiar to everyone, soars over the village most recently struck, descending to a hover over a sad reddish stream, with small body parts floating down with the bloody water.

Biggs could see flames dying down as the small village smoldered. "This guy is sick," is the only thing that could come out of his mouth at the horrible sight.

He sulked in his chair for a moment, pondering. "Who would do this? This is like the 4th or 5th village so far... does he get pleasure from this?!" He glanced over to a monomolecular-edged sword that was strapped to a small rack beside a bunch of other weapons he rarely used.

"Jordan, show me a map of all fires in the area... this guy seems to have a bit of a flame fetish."

IC: The AI Responded after a quick search, displaying a thermal map of the area... bright spots all over the map, stringing one village to another, with only one thing in common... a small forest walk between them, now either ashened or ablaze, leading through the current village and just beyond.

Biggs smiled to himself as the logic struck him, surely Warheit would be on the trail. "What do you say we show this guy who is on his tail. Let's buzz him hard."

The Jordan sprang to life, popping out of the tree-shrouded streambed almost instantly. Its lateral engines lit up hard and the small gunship blazed forward, over the village, and straight down the forest trail Warheit had become so fond of.

Bolts of energy streaked down the sides of the forest path as turrets blazed from the speeding gunship. He kept a strong lookout for human lifesigns as he lit up the forest pathway. He had picked up the signature his AI now recognized as Garr, in the ODIN armor, talking to someone else, but that couldn't be warheit.

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jbiggs2.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2060378#2060378)OOC: **CC Speaking* Umm... bump? you kinda missed me...

OOC: were you trying to shoot at Warheit? He was already camped out at the lab...

I took that post as Biggs noted Garr and Theallas talking...and then blew up the likely (but not correct) path that Warheit was traveling on...

Did you write it with a different intent?

OOC: were you trying to shoot at Warheit? He was already camped out at the lab...

I took that post as Biggs noted Garr and Theallas talking...and then blew up the likely (but not correct) path that Warheit was traveling on...

Did you write it with a different intent?OOC: Umm yeah, as far as I had read, when I posted that, Warheit was still on that trail... Can you quote where I missed him going inside someplace?

OOC: were you trying to shoot at Warheit? He was already camped out at the lab...

I took that post as Biggs noted Garr and Theallas talking...and then blew up the likely (but not correct) path that Warheit was traveling on...

Did you write it with a different intent?OOC: Umm yeah, as far as I had read, when I posted that, Warheit was still on that trail... Can you quote where I missed him going inside someplace?

Urg...didn't post that...

then again...I didn't post a lot of Warheit's exact locations and travelings because he was meant to be mysterious...he was meant to surprise Garr in the building...and I didn't hint at him going there for that reason...if you'd like (and to avoid the possible occurance of godmodding due to a mistake)...I could go back and post that Warheit took another rout to the lab...

OOC: for clarity...I did as I suggested

CC...check TG's

ooc: lol it's ok man, i know how hard it is to have a whole story planned out and then some RPer sees a window and moves in ^_^ you are forgiven... but how long before one of us actually runs into him?

oh, and I should note that I'm adding "Intermediate-Level swordfighting katas" to his martial arts list, simply cuz I didn't know swords would be involved ^_^

ooc: lol it's ok man, i know how hard it is to have a whole story planned out and then some RPer sees a window and moves in ^_^ you are forgiven... but how long before one of us actually runs into him?

oh, and I should note that I'm adding "Intermediate-Level swordfighting katas" to his martial arts list, simply cuz I didn't know swords would be involved ^_^

OOC: I'll TG you my response

Seeing all that death and dismemberment in that demolished dozen of destitute dwellings brought discontent to poor Biggs, who suddenly found himself caught up in something far worse than any other bounty he ever collected. This man was surely evil, a Son of Perdition. He was now obigated to stay on this man's trail... he knew that he was one of only a few chances of getting this psycho, and he couldn't back down now.

Letting his rage out on the trees in the forest, firing his beam weapons into trees, lighting them ablaze, somehow seemed to vent his anger long enough until he managed to calm slightly.

"sir," the AI spoke, "...I just lost contact with that other bounty hunter. And the 4th man, the one that just came in another ship... well... that ship is gone, but those bounty hunters are still here."

"What...?"

"I really don't know sir, but it looks like they're in trouble, I think they're stranded. There's a very probable possibility that Warheit might have taken that ship and left them here."

"...right. Lets go check it out. Keep a fuull active scan on the area. There aren't too many ships here, so I want to know about anything that might look like a ship on scanners. And definately trace any hyperspace jumps. Until then, I'll fly us over to those bounty hunters..."


The Jordan flew up to where the bounty hunters were, noting the Silver Turtle fighter in the area, but ignoring it.

He set down just south of them, maybe only a few meters, then got out, letting them see his face for the first time.

"So, are you guys just gonna let him leave with your ship? Or do you want to come with me and do something about it? I'll need your help if we're gonna track him."

Biggs had obviously had a slight change of heart, as well as a change of plans, asking them for at least a temporary alliance.

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The fighter craft entered the atmosphere of the forest planet and the General activated the sensors.
"Not much activity, few cities, couple of villages...Wait, several burnt ones...One still smouldering, 7 kilometres south...Course set, ETA 3 minutes. General McGraw to the Blue Horizon, come in."
Blue Horizon acknowledges
"Continually scan the planet for any increases in thermal activity, chiefly burning villages. If you find anything report immediately to my com. McGraw out."
Acknowledged.
...
3 minutes later
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As he approached the village he detected several lifesigns.
"Hmm...Several human, one elf. No signs of any fighting, can't be Warheit...I think I'll go say hello..."
McGraw landed the fighter in the centre of the smouldering village. Taking out his submachine gun, he strolled towards the gathered figures.
"Hi there. What y'all doing here?"

OOC: Thelas, he's going to recognise Theallas, 'cos he's seen him enough times, but I'm waiting for the response to my strolling in first...

Theallas spun around, assuming a combat stance, "Who are you? What are you doint here soldier?"

Theallas scrutinised the face infront of him, let me see, an officer, oh, from The Silver Turtle, I think that might be General McGraw, from the Knootoss war I think.
"Ah, General Theallas, good to see you once again. I'm on the hunt for another general, or at least a former one. Goes by the name of Warheit. I'm assuming you and these other fine gentlemen are here for a similar reason?"

Theallas looks at McGraw, "Yes, I am hunting Warheit, the rest of these, amatures, seem to be hunting for money, though some hunt for diferent reasons," Theallas looks at his sword, the ancient weapon has been glowing after killing the Worthn couple, "People say that money is power, magic, that is what power trully is. After I kill Warheit, then I will be the strongest mage allive."

Unlike many madmen, who find amusment as they talk about these things, Theallas is quite, his eyes have reverted to pupilles orbs, colored like blue fire, infact, now, they seem to glow.

"I must be going General, I must find General Warheit, and noone will stand in my way, or atleast if they do, I will... remove of them."

OOC: This is a reasult of the first RP where time got twisted around, the five Theallas that you saw are now merged into one being, something that may influence Theallas in future RPs.

The Talon slammed his fist into the functionary's table. "Did you hear me? I wish to speak to your superior about a matter of mutual profit to us both."


"Do you think you're amusing?" the rather attractive yet bitchy secretary asked. "The Emperor will see you shortly...please...be quiet and sit down."

TTP sat down, idly resisting the urge to throttle the woman.

He growled, a low sound in the back of his throat. Curse Gray, tearing me from my work and sending me halfway across the galaxy to people who can't even allow me to meet the person I'm meant to meet

"The Emperor will see you now,"

"Thank you, young woman." The Talon stood up and entered the room. As he walked in, he noticed security cameras and could hear men with weapons behind wall panels. He stood before the emperor, and bowed. "Emperor Nemerov. I understand that you have a commision for assassins. My Prince has sent me here to help you in this, out of the respect he has for you."

The sensor readouts on Jack's instraments lit up.

"Weapons fire... Interesting."

The small, yet heavily modified craft speeds down towards the planet's surface towards the general location of the weapons fire. Circling once, he sets down quickly. Drawing two .48's, he dives down the opening ramp, rolling sideways and landing in a crouch.

"Freeze! Which one of ya'll is this Warheit character? I got a bit of 'business' to attend to with him." Jack's aim is unwavering, and his eyes are cold and heartless. Fingers tensed on the hair triggers of his weapons, he waits for a reply.

Realizing the situation he was in, Nemerov quickly agreed, and then had the man escorted out of his office.

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, XIII
Orion Sector Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

The sensor readouts on Jack's instraments lit up.

"Weapons fire... Interesting."

The small, yet heavily modified craft speeds down towards the planet's surface towards the general location of the weapons fire. Circling once, he sets down quickly. Drawing two .48's, he dives down the opening ramp, rolling sideways and landing in a crouch.

"Freeze! Which one of ya'll is this Warheit character? I got a bit of 'business' to attend to with him." Jack's aim is unwavering, and his eyes are cold and heartless. Fingers tensed on the hair triggers of his weapons, he waits for a reply.


Which group is this guy talking to?

The Talon grinned, humorlessly, as the guards escorted him to the front door.

They never returned.

The Talon returned to his ship, and activated the tracking device. It ran through life signs through-out the system, searching for the planet Warheit was on. "I really should have let this ship's owner live. Just so I could know how to make it single out continents or cities."

Which group is this guy talking to?

I'm assuming mine and CC's since he talked of weapon's fire

OOC: Probably the one that was shooting at Warheit as he stole their ship, after he waxed the Krimm fella. Sorry to do so much in one post, I'm not on real late during the week and I get left behind quite often.

He set down just south of them, maybe only a few meters, then got out, letting them see his face for the first time.

"So, are you guys just gonna let him leave with your ship? Or do you want to come with me and do something about it? I'll need your help if we're gonna track him."

Biggs had obviously had a slight change of heart, as well as a change of plans, asking them for at least a temporary alliance.

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Leandro scoffed. "Of course we're not going to just let them leave! This man, however, needs medical attention," he said, pointing towards Garr. Biggs was not given a chance to respond though...


"Freeze! Which one of ya'll is this Warheit character? I got a bit of 'business' to attend to with him." Jack's aim is unwavering, and his eyes are cold and heartless. Fingers tensed on the hair triggers of his weapons, he waits for a reply.

Garr covered his head with his hands. "He's not here," Leandro began. "And count yourself as lucky...had he been here, he would have slaughtered you like the animal you are."

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Leandro Heroth

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Garr Altima

OOC: Too lazy to log in as CC

Biggs did not reach for his Gauss Shotgun, fearing that the idiot might shoot someone, instead he just held his arms up at half height. "Hey! none of us is Warheit, Ii can assure you. He just skipped the planet in this guy's ship," he says, pointing to Leandro ((Cool name BTW)), "Now, I have some medical gear in my ship, I'm going to go grab it. And no, I won't grab a weapon, because if I wanted to shoot you, you would be dead."

With that, biggs turns around and walks inside to grab a heavy medkit. There was a small bed inside where he could eventualoly set Garr, but for now, he needed to fetch some hypos, a stretcher, and a few other pieces of medical EQ.

Ignoring the idiot with the country dialect, Leandro carried Garr into the ship. "Not in this presence...we also need to get moving," Leandro explained. "Where is the bed?"

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Leandro Heroth

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Garr Altima

The Dark Griffon flew through space, heading towards the current location of Warheit. On board, the Talon carefully chose his weapons. He remembered his mission.

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"Remember, Talon. Capture Warhiet. And bring him to Roania." The Prince had said, staring out a window into his city.

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He would have to be very, very careful.

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Biggs, half surprised that the man just carried him in, pointed to the bed that was already folded down from the wall. It had a safety belt next to it. "Over there, I recommend you strap him in. Now, how do I track your ship if its cloaked?" Biggs asked hurriedly, his Russian-like Capsulian accent now showing stronger. Biggs was trying to multitask 3 things at once as he got out the heavy pain-killing hypos and immediately shot two into Garr, one on his neck, and one above his legs. In the back of hsi mind he was using a wireless communication device implanted in his head to talk to the AI of the Jordan, trying to get the ship to take off as soon as possible.

Before closing the door, he looked outside to make sure no one else wanted a ride.

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OOC: Roania, Warheit is in a cloaked ship, I doubt you would be able to scan for him, at least not without SB's OOC help... (Unless you meant you scanned for him before he escaped)

OOC: Roania, Warheit is in a cloaked ship, I doubt you would be able to scan for him, at least not without SB's OOC help... (Unless you meant you scanned for him before he escaped)

OOC: I meant he's heading for Warheit's previous known location.

OOC: Roania, Warheit is in a cloaked ship, I doubt you would be able to scan for him, at least not without SB's OOC help... (Unless you meant you scanned for him before he escaped)

OOC: I meant he's heading for Warheit's previous known location.

OOC: I guess we can't hold up the RP for him...he'll catch up...

And Roania...the current location of Warheit is...unknown :wink:

IC:

"My ship..." he hadn't planned on needing to track his own ship. "It has a distinct...hmm...wake it leaves behind it. Naturally it was not originally mine...but the man I took it from wasn't very eco-friendly. Radioactive particles are spread from its engines, although they spread out after a few hours. Other than that...I haven't had the ship long enough to find out..." He shook his head. Normally he'd just get a new ship. How stupid was he to leave Krimm in charge. He looked over at the grave of his part-time assistant. They had buried him before Biggs had come, very hastily do to the nature of his death and the state of his body...

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Leandro Heroth

damn double post...well...triple post...but you can only delete one

The Griffon suddenly banked. "There are some strange energy readings... over in sector 15... Looks like traces."

The ship speeds towards them. An energy reading later... "Okay. A ship that would leave things like this behind is old. A secondhand... let's go."

OOC: He's heading towards the planet everyone else is on.

<Damn those gremlins. Especially that masked one!>

ok...edit all your double posts please...it's making for hard reading...

ok...edit all your double posts please...it's making for hard reading...

Done.

Biggs nodded and looked up at a monitor on the wall. Jordan had taken it upon himself to input the information Leandro gave him, and screens quickly changed, all looking at the same image, but almost as if changing lenses every frame.

Biggs turned to Garr and Leandro again, "Th'name's Biggs, by the way."

Jordan interrupted before he could catch their names, "Dound something, sir." a trail of what showed up as green particles came on screen.

"Hang on guys!" Biggs said, running to the cockpit and blasting the ship off hastilly, following the trail like a high-speed roller coaster.

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"He's...not...human..." Garr muttered, speaking of Warheit.

"Yes," Leandro replied. "The ship is being run by an AI unit. AI's do that a lot outside of the Empire."

Garr drifted off, with nightmares of experiments gone wrong, as the ship got closer and closer to Steel Butterfly, to Nemerov, but more importantly, to Warheit.

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Leandro Heroth

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Garr Altima

OOC: Can we have my guy contact yours? I'm a bit bored.

OOC: Can we have my guy contact yours? I'm a bit bored.

OOC: Well...it'll be up to CC/Raysia to answer you...but notice his ship on sensors and send Biggs a message.

The Talon detected another ship nearby. "Perhaps they know where Warheit is."

[code:1:e4eb9e992c]Attention: Other vessel! I wish to speak to you, regarding a missing person I am seeking.[/code:1:e4eb9e992c]

He pondered what his cover would be.

[code:1:e4eb9e992c]I am an... agent of the government, looking for Warhiet.[/code:1:e4eb9e992c]

Biggs ignored the hails and the Jordan blazed by without falter. Biggs had enough friends already, and he didn't need some inquisitor on his side... yes, he recognized the inquisitor ship.

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"Leandro Heroth," Leandro said, replying to Bigg's question of some time ago. "And this one's name is Garr...not sure about his last name though..." he continued, pointing at the sleeping man.

"Have you ever seen this man before?" he asked Biggs.

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Leandro Heroth

OOC: Leandro knows that Warheit was in the Celestial program, but he didn't know that Warheit was in fact immune to it. He simply figured Warheit was like he was, genetically enhanced and altered, not a whole other race.

Biggs ignored the hails and the Jordan blazed by without falter. Biggs had enough friends already, and he didn't need some inquisitor on his side... yes, he recognized the inquisitor ship.

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OOC: Dark ships are sold on the open market. It's not an Inquisitorial ship, anyway. They would have the Inquisitorial coat of arms on them.

Theallas decided to go back to his fighter, there were no new fires, and Warheit was no where to be found. Theallas ran back to his fighter and boarded it, Athena, his ever friendly AI, made the mistake of speaking, "So sir, find anything." "What do you think, get me out of the atmosphere, find where the rest of the hunters are, cloak the ship and follow them." "yes sir"

The ship left the plannet

Roania: OOC: Whatever

IC:

"Nice to meet you," Biggs said, letting his Russian-like accent creep out again, "I've seen Garr before, but I have no clue what this Warheit guy looks like. But I recently got acquainted with his... handywork."

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Making sure not to let his past slip off his tounge witout him knowing, Leandro didn't reply. "I saw him once...when he was a general...a very ambitious man..."

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Leandro Heroth

Theallas' fighter shot up out of the atmosphere, activating its' cloak as it left, it turned to follow the other bounty hunter space ships, "Athena look for any radiation traces, or particle emitions, and made a note of it." "yes sir"

And it was done.

~Meanwhile...on Steel Butterfly~

High General Shockey walked into the Emperor's office.

"Now would be a good time, sir," the general suggested.

"Yes...I guess it would be..." Nemerov replied, weary of what he had to say. The genetics program had been going on for ages. He had sucessfully covered up the first Celestrial...but he had been captured. Besides, that crimson-haired man only killed a few people, each individually. Warheit was slaughtering families...burning villages...

This was going to be hard for him to do...

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka,
Aeisis, Bivens, XIII,
Orion Sector Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

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High General James Shockey
High Commander of the Imperial Military

Roania: OOC: Whatever

IC:

"Nice to meet you," Biggs said, letting his Russian-like accent creep out again, "I've seen Garr before, but I have no clue what this Warheit guy looks like. But I recently got acquainted with his... handywork."

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The Talon sighed.

[code:1:ff89a6f3be]Perhaps you misunderstood. That wasn't a request. That was me telling you that failure to comply would result in your ship being scattered across the galaxy. I do apologise, but this is urgent.[/code:1:ff89a6f3be]

Biggs sighed with a heavy moan, then replied, wanting to press the button to activate weapons systems instead of pressing the comm button, "What do you want? Oh yeah, you said you were looking for someone named Warhead? Sorry, if I knew where he was, I would tell you."

Again, Biggs wouldn't lie... he really didn't know where he was ;)

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"It almost seems like that man in on our trail...instead of Warheit's," Leandro noted to Biggs. "So...what made you want to hunt this man?" he asked, trying to pass the time.

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Leandro Heroth

"It almost seems like that man in on our trail...instead of Warheit's," Leandro noted to Biggs. "So...what made you want to hunt this man?" he asked, trying to pass the time.

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Leandro Heroth*Biggs had released the "Talk" button before Leandro said that, obviously. "I was bored out of my mind, and I saw a bounty posted... so i invesitgated... I had no idea it'd wind up like this..."

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"Ah..." Leandro said. "I had my suspicions. Warheit does nothing small..." Rolling his eyes, he thought of the fight he put up before the experiments. Sadly, Leandro was called into duty short after. "Perhaps I'd know more about him if I had stayed..." he thought.

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Leandro Heroth

OOC: Too lazy to log in as CC

Biggs did not reach for his Gauss Shotgun, fearing that the idiot might shoot someone, instead he just held his arms up at half height. "Hey! none of us is Warheit, Ii can assure you. He just skipped the planet in this guy's ship," he says, pointing to Leandro ((Cool name BTW)), "Now, I have some medical gear in my ship, I'm going to go grab it. And no, I won't grab a weapon, because if I wanted to shoot you, you would be dead."

With that, biggs turns around and walks inside to grab a heavy medkit. There was a small bed inside where he could eventualoly set Garr, but for now, he needed to fetch some hypos, a stretcher, and a few other pieces of medical EQ.

Bray makes a show of spinning his weapons back into their holsters. 'Arrogant sonuvabitch, ain't he?' He said to himself. 'Last muthf**ka to threaten me lost half his head.' He smiled sadistically at the memory of Frankie's shattered skull, brain matter and blood spilling into the open briefcase that he now had on his ship.

He turns to reboard his ship, sprinting up the ramp. Sliding into the cockpit, he keys up Biggs' comm frequency.

"I'm gonna warn you once, and only once, homes. Nobody, threatens me. I'm bit more dangerous than I look. Do it again and I'll fill ya so fulla lead Superman won't be able ta see through ya. We square?"

The small ship lifts off, roaring after the others. Jack's fingers danced across the instrament panels, charging weapons and raising both energy and particle shields. 'This might actually be fun...' He thought to himself and he gripped the controls, resting his thumbs on the triggers on top of the controls.

OOC: well...they left...so... :?

Biggs sighed with a heavy moan, then replied, wanting to press the button to activate weapons systems instead of pressing the comm button, "What do you want? Oh yeah, you said you were looking for someone named Warhead? Sorry, if I knew where he was, I would tell you."

Again, Biggs wouldn't lie... he really didn't know where he was ;)

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jbiggs2.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2060378#2060378)

OOC: Sorry... slight trouble...

The Griffon drew closer. "Warheit. And, from your current heading, you do know who he is, and where he is. Why else would a foriegn ship be in SB space?"

URL of the announcement thread for national leaders: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=93016

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Nemerov approached the podium. He swallowed, and gripped the sides of the wooden stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen...I have come here today to address the situation occuring in CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka. It appears that multiple villages have been leveled and many more than 200 people have been killed, including a Steel Butterfly operative."

The crowd was silent, odd for a Nemerov's press conference. It was late at night, and the bags under Nemerov's eyes were starting to show. He blinked...tired...sleep...

"It would appear to be caused all by..." he paused, not knowing how to continue. The Empire was strong...stronger than ever...and then..."...one man...a certain...Rei Warheit."

The reporters gasped...the ex-general? Nemerov held up a picture.

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Rei Warheit

"Warheit is obviously to be considered armed and dangerous...if you have any questions regarding him...please ask them now..."

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka,
Aeisis, Bivens, XIII,
Orion Sector Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

Warheit landed the ship in the slums of Steel Butterfy and exited it. After he had turned the corner, theives and the like tore the ship to pieces in order to sell the parts...and get some money for food...

This was his nation...he could feel it...

Those standing above him feared him, yet down here, the scum of the empire didn't take notice...and if they did...what did they have to lose? What did they have to live for in the first place?

I have so much to live for...

Warheit didn't kill anyone as he walked past, he simply slipped by unnoticed, making his way to the section under the imperial palace. There appeared to be commotion above, yet he could not hear due to the bustiling industrial section between the Heights and the slums. He began to climb, making his way upwards, towards his fate...

I am a god...

He had come to the realization some time ago. He was better than these humans and far, far more powerful. He deserved to rule them, not that bastard Nemerov. It was for his people after all...their ultimate revenge...being achieved through him...

He wasn't about to let them down...

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Rei Warheit

OOC: I have managed to salvage my post. Check it again, it doesn't look so outta place.

[quote=Capsule Corporation]Biggs sighed with a heavy moan, then replied, wanting to press the button to activate weapons systems instead of pressing the comm button, "What do you want? Oh yeah, you said you were looking for someone named Warhead? Sorry, if I knew where he was, I would tell you."

Again, Biggs wouldn't lie... he really didn't know where he was ;)

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jbiggs2.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2060378#2060378)

OOC: Sorry... slight trouble...

The Griffon drew closer. [code:1:f35d54e7e2]*Warheit*! And, from your current heading, you do know who he is, and where he is. Why else would a foriegn ship be in SB space?"[/code:1:f35d54e7e2]]

Biggs sighed heavily, and cut the channel.

The AI spoke up, "Sir, the trail leads to Steel Butterly, I have the Hyperdrive on standby."

"right, hit it."

The Jordan lurched into hyperspace, leaving the annoying inquisitor in his space dust.

Seconds later the small dropship dropped out of hyperspace in orbit of the capitol world. Jordan sent a brief landing permission request to whoever and the ship began to descend.

"Crap!" Biggs said, noticing his scanners, "I see his trajectory, but there is so much polution down where he is, I can't see a bloody thing. Any ideas guys? Anyone got like a DNA tracker or anything simpler we can use?"

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The Talon activated his tracer. "Fools."

The Dark Griffon entered hyperspace after them, following behind. An instant after leaving, he activated the cloaking device.

The Talon activated his tracer. "Fools."

The Dark Griffon entered hyperspace after them, following behind. An instant after leaving, he activated the cloaking device.Biggs could have cared less if his competition was following... what kind of idiot would ask his competing bounty hunter for information?

The Talon activated his tracer. "Fools."

The Dark Griffon entered hyperspace after them, following behind. An instant after leaving, he activated the cloaking device.Biggs could have cared less if his competition was following... what kind of idiot would ask his competing bounty hunter for information?

OOC: If he recognised him for Roanian, then he knew that irking him would be a mistake.

IC: The Talon watched, patiently.

The Talon activated his tracer. "Fools."

The Dark Griffon entered hyperspace after them, following behind. An instant after leaving, he activated the cloaking device.Biggs could have cared less if his competition was following... what kind of idiot would ask his competing bounty hunter for information?

OOC: If he recognised him for Roanian, then he knew that irking him would be a mistake.

IC: The Talon watched, patiently.OOC: he doesn't know he's a roanian... and even if he did, he wouldn't care...

A ship dropped out of hyperspace right behind the bounty hunters, de-cloaking, it sped twoards the planet where Warheit landed, as it passed, two missiles shot out of rear tubes twoards the bounty hunters.

OOC: Is Warheit magical? Or does he have an aura? If so Theallas can track him.

OOC: I'm a bit behind, so I'll try to catch up. Steel, is the current conference the, er, special one?
IC:
As Theallas walked back to his ship, McGraw got an incoming call.
Blue Horizon to General McGraw. An unusual infrared spike has ocurred. No burning village, more like a ship take off. But this ships disappeared just after, possibly a cloaking device. I'm currently attempting to track it's trail.
"I'm coming back up. Deactivate the defences as I approach. Don't lose that cloaked ship! Pursue the ship once I'm aboard."
Affirmative.

Jumping into the fighter, McGraw sped back to the Blue Horizon. He noticed several other ships leaving the planet also. Other bounty hunters...
"Blue Horizon, is there anything important happening on the planet at the moment?"
...Yes, Emperor Nemerov is holding a press conference...About Warheit.
"Hmm...There aren't any wooden huts on Steel Butterfly, it's mainly a giant city...He has to be heading to the conference. Download the coordinates to my fighter, I'm going to try and beat him there...

OOC: Ad for my RP going on http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=93087

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OOC: Ad for my RP going on http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=93087

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Thelas: Although I didn't think of it...while Warheit isn't magical per say...he would have an aura...and if you needed to have Theallas leave this RP in order to appear in the your's for a while go ahead. Putting him in both could be rather strange at the same time...

TST: Yes, this is the conference

"Crap!" Biggs said, noticing his scanners, "I see his trajectory, but there is so much polution down where he is, I can't see a bloody thing. Any ideas guys? Anyone got like a DNA tracker or anything simpler we can use?"

http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/jbiggs2.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2060378#2060378)

OOC: As I think you know from the first post in the thread...Garr does...but...well...

Leandro looks over at the sleeping Garr. He had placed an automatic skin grapher over the wound and it had worked well to keep out the germs, yet the muscles and the bone involved weren't to be fixed by anyone other than a professional doctor.

"If you don't want to be noticed, I'd land in the slums...but I won't expect you to get your ship or your AI back in one piece. The Industrial sector would be key...just be careful...the ports aren't used much..."

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Leandro Heroth

As he approached the Imperial sector, McGraw looked for the nearest concealed landing spot.
"Sh>t, the nearest I can get is three miles away, or down in the slums. And it looks like the othe bounty hunters are approaching the planet too...I'm running out of time...I'll have to take the slums."

Five minutes later, General McGraw jumped out his ship, after landing it on a concealed roof.
Right, the conference is...Oh f<ck, I've lost the direction...
He decides to stop and ask someone for directions. Looking for someone he thought likely to help him, he took his chances on a silver-haired gentleman...
"Er, excuse me d'you know the way to the Imperial sector from here?"

OOC: Any special silver-haired gentleman...or just some old guy?

OOC: Any special silver-haired gentleman...or just some old guy?
I leave that to you... :wink:
Depends whether you still want to follow my suggestion...

A ship dropped out of hyperspace right behind the bounty hunters, de-cloaking, it sped twoards the planet where Warheit landed, as it passed, two missiles shot out of rear tubes twoards the bounty hunters.

OOC: Is Warheit magical? Or does he have an aura? If so Theallas can track him.OOC: I'm debating whether or not to just ignore this...

With his quick reflexes, Biggs shoots the rear-firing missile down, detonating it before impact. He then fires all 10 of his beam weapons at the ship in front of him, not really aiming to kill, just firing warning shots up his nose as if to say "Don't ever do that again, Faggot."

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The frightening spectre of the Dark Griffon re-materialised during the odd 'battle'. The Talon checked his bio-sign scanners. "He's down there."

The Dark Griffon began to head for a nearby spaceport. "Steel Butterfly STC, this is the Dark Griffon Low Combat Vessel, en route to the Planet Loki. Requesting permission to land, and seek spare parts in the city."

A bright red light lit up on Jack's HUD.

"Shit, incoming missle..."

Turing the ship up on its side, Jack swings wide, the missle speeding behind him. Cursing soflty as the G's push against him, he corkscrews downward, then inverts the ship and rakes the missle with four autocannons, ripping into the warhead and frying the internal circuitry.

Jack sinks back into the seat, relieved. When he caught that bastard, there'd be hell to pay.

OOC: Thanks to Tarasovka for the questions in the other thread :P

Your Highness, how will this affect the Imperial Military Forces?

"Warheit was Commander of the Imperial Fleet and Marines, so a new one will have to be appointed."

Rei Warheit is known as a prominent commander, admired by his men. Did this change?

"It appears that although most of his men are shocked, as are we in the Imperial Office, they know that what he has done and is doing is wrong, and they support the Empire as always."

What are the reasons for the folly of Warheit?

Nemerov shook his head. "I haven't a clue..."

Has the Empire contacted allied secret services to aid in capture of this individual if he escapes from the Orion Sector?

"We have dispatched agents (OOC: read: bounty hunters) to track him down within the sector. We'll take into account foreign plans if or when he escapes."

It appears that this man, by himself, is more dangerous than an entire regiment of soldiers.

"While it does, appearances can be deceptive."

What is known about the victims? Are they connected in any way to the Imperial administration or authorities? Are the victims linked to the Imperial military or even secret services?

"The victims are right now only Worthen cat-people from the planet CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, plus a former Steel Butterfly informant by the name of Kris Krimm who was accused of being a traitor six years ago. There seems to be no logical reasoning behind the murders."

Or are they just innocent victims who just were in the wrong place at the wrong time?

"It appears to be that way..."

Oh! Yes! Does the ex-general act alone or is he connected to some network?

"From what we know, he acts alone. We sure hope it stays that way..."

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka,
Aeisis, Bivens, XIII,
Orion Sector Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

The frightening spectre of the Dark Griffon re-materialised during the odd 'battle'. The Talon checked his bio-sign scanners. "He's down there."

The Dark Griffon began to head for a nearby spaceport. "Steel Butterfly STC, this is the Dark Griffon Low Combat Vessel, en route to the Planet Loki. Requesting permission to land, and seek spare parts in the city."

"Freeze," the response came over the speaker. (OOC: It would be wise to do so) "Four escorts will arrive shortly. You will have that time to explain to me why a foreign Low Combat Vessel needs to land and seek spare parts from our capital. Good day."

OOC: TST...Warheit is right under the capital building where Nemerov is giving the speach...McGraw can't run into him...

As he approached the Imperial sector, McGraw looked for the nearest concealed landing spot.
"Sh>t, the nearest I can get is three miles away, or down in the slums. And it looks like the othe bounty hunters are approaching the planet too...I'm running out of time...I'll have to take the slums."

Five minutes later, General McGraw jumped out his ship, after landing it on a concealed roof.
Right, the conference is...Oh f<ck, I've lost the direction...
He decides to stop and ask someone for directions. Looking for someone he thought likely to help him, he took his chances on a silver-haired gentleman...
"Er, excuse me d'you know the way to the Imperial sector from here?"

The gentleman, who's hair was actually white because only Warheits have silver hair in SB :lol: , simply pointed up, and then kept on walking.

With his quick reflexes, Biggs shoots the rear-firing missile down, detonating it before impact. He then fires all 10 of his beam weapons at the ship in front of him, not really aiming to kill, just firing warning shots up his nose as if to say "Don't ever do that again, Faggot."

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"What are they thinking?" Leandro shouted. "That close to the capital...the Imperial Guard will be on their asses in no time! We don't need that...we better land soon..."

"If you don't want to be noticed, I'd land in the slums...but I won't expect you to get your ship or your AI back in one piece. The Industrial sector would be key...just be careful...the ports aren't used much..."

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Leandro Heroth

Grand Overlord Robert Fyre sits in his office in Csilla, Cspalla, watching the press conference on his desk's computer system. The response to his ambassador's question troubles him somewhat. After a moment of consideration, he opens a line to Government Tower's communication department. "Katrina, get me a line to the most senior person you can get in Steel Butterfly, Nemerov if you can pull it. I need to speak with them."

"This is High Commander James Shockey, Mr. Fyre. It's been a while. Is there anything I can help you with?"

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High General James Shockey
High Commander of the Imperial Military

OOC: Make sure everyone checks bottom of page 11...I replied to a lot of people...it might get confusing..

The frightening spectre of the Dark Griffon re-materialised during the odd 'battle'. The Talon checked his bio-sign scanners. "He's down there."

The Dark Griffon began to head for a nearby spaceport. "Steel Butterfly STC, this is the Dark Griffon Low Combat Vessel, en route to the Planet Loki. Requesting permission to land, and seek spare parts in the city."

"Freeze," the response came over the speaker. (OOC: It would be wise to do so) "Four escorts will arrive shortly. You will have that time to explain to me why a foreign Low Combat Vessel needs to land and seek spare parts from our capital. Good day."

The Dark Griffon paused. The Talon sighed, and activated a camo-program. Paint was scoured away in places, and smoke began to billow from the engine.

[code:1:6a9bf51896]I ran into trouble with pirates. They attempted to get a hold of my ship.[/code:1:6a9bf51896]


OOC: Sorry, but did you really think that an assassin wouldn't modify his ship a bit?

"Greetings High Commander Shockey. I'm well aware of the problems you are having with a certain former general of yours. Steel Butterfly's proximity to Cspallan territories is enough that we are concerned. I was wondering how you would feel if we were to send an agent from the Cspallan Intelligence Service to….deal with him."

OOC: Oh that's fine

"Please specify the nature of your damages so we can check our inventory for you. Junk trading is very illegal in the Steel-Orion Empire and seeking it out won't be tolerated."

"Greetings High Commander Shockey. I'm well aware of the problems you are having with a certain former general of yours. Steel Butterfly's proximity to Cspallan territories is enough that we are concerned. I was wondering how you would feel if we were to send an agent from the Cspallan Intelligence Service to….deal with him."

"The Emperor is willing to pay whoever finds Warheit a heafty sum of money. His last known location was in CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka. It would be wise to check there."

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High General James Shockey
High Commander of the Imperial Military

OOC: If you've been reading, you'll know he's obviously not in CE

OOC: Oh that's fine

"Please specify the nature of your damages so we can check our inventory for you. Junk trading is very illegal in the Steel-Orion Empire and seeking it out won't be tolerated."

[code:1:04dc43b35b]Understood. I'll require a new emissions tube, Black Ship or compatible. Also, my lasers have been damaged, and I'll require a new paint job.[/code:1:04dc43b35b]

The Dark Griffon began to draw closer to the planet. Red lights flickered on and off.

[code:1:04dc43b35b]I'm losing life support! I *need* to land![/code:1:04dc43b35b]

"Either be borded or come over by way of transport," a voice said. It was a different voice, one of the starship captains. "You are not cleared for landing, and any further movement towards the planet will be considered an act of agression."

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Fyre nods. "Very well. Our agent is on the way to the Sector. He will figure things out from there. Good speaking with you, General. Please give the Emperor my regards."

"Either be borded or come over by way of transport," a voice said. It was a different voice, one of the starship captains. "You are not cleared for landing, and any further movement towards the planet will be considered an act of agression."

[code:1:67d60eb09d]Very well. You may board. You might want to wear a space suit, though.[/code:1:67d60eb09d]

"Either be borded or come over by way of transport," a voice said. It was a different voice, one of the starship captains. "You are not cleared for landing, and any further movement towards the planet will be considered an act of agression."

[code:1:1bb463272a]Very well. You may board. You might want to wear a space suit, though.[/code:1:1bb463272a]

"As should you," The captain said as 15 men in special space versions of the ODIN suit entered the Talon's ship.

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Fyre nods. "Very well. Our agent is on the way to the Sector. He will figure things out from there. Good speaking with you, General. Please give the Emperor my regards."

"I will do, although he will be in a conference for a few more hours it seems," Shockey replied.

This is getting out of hand...

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High General James Shockey
High Commander of the Imperial Military

OOC: Is it too late to introduce a hunter into this RP?

The Talon stood before them, dressed in a modified HOPLITE suit, that concealed his weaponry. Around him, sparks danced along boards and red lights flickered. "Can I help you, officers?" He asked in a flat monotone.

OOC: Is it too late to introduce a hunter into this RP?

just about... :cry:

Don't worry though...this isn't the first and won't be the last Warheit RP

[code:1:213f9ac9b4]Understood. I'll require a new emissions tube, Black Ship or compatible. Also, my lasers have been damaged, and I'll require a new paint job.[/code:1:213f9ac9b4]


The lieutenant looked at his PADD. "Come with me"

The Talon followed him. "Very well, Officer. May I know what this is about? I wanted to land on the planet, pick up some new parts, and carry about my business. Besides, I'm also in the employ of your emperor."

He felt around for the badge he had taken from the guards who had 'escorted' him out, after he had escorted them out... of this existence.

Jack's ship hangs in space as he ponders his next move.

"Screw it, I'm landing an' gettin' a drink..."

The small craft starts to move towards the planet in preperation for re-entry.

Jack's ship hangs in space as he ponders his next move.

"Screw it, I'm landing an' gettin' a drink..."

The small craft starts to move towards the planet in preperation for re-entry.

"Freeze," the response came over the speaker. (OOC: It would be wise to do so) "Four escorts will arrive shortly. You will have that time to explain to me why a foreign Low Combat Vessel needs to land and seek spare parts from our capital. Good day."

OOC: Once again it would be wise to comply...the Imperial guard simply doesn't let ships go in and out too much...

Jack slows the craft to a stop, confused. 'I don't need spare parts, just a shot or two of Russia's finest.'

The Talon followed him. "Very well, Officer. May I know what this is about? I wanted to land on the planet, pick up some new parts, and carry about my business. Besides, I'm also in the employ of your emperor."

He felt around for the badge he had taken from the guards who had 'escorted' him out, after he had escorted them out... of this existence.

"Basic security," was the only response given, but the guard noted the comment about the emperor employing the man.

"Sir," a reporter began. "What is the last known location of Mr. Warheit?"

"Like I said," the Emperor began. "Warheit's last known location was..."

But the man cut him off, in a different voice it almost seemed. "It feels bad not being in control, doesn't it?"

Nemerov didn't budge. "Excuse me?"

"All these years, humanity persecuted all others...now finally the situation has been reversed...how does it feel?"

Nemerov looked to the side of the stage. "Get him out of here," he whispered to the guards.

"You have not followed my instructions," the man continued. "I shall give you...one...last...chance..."

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka,
Aeisis, Bivens, XIII,
Orion Sector Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

The Talon followed him. "Very well, Officer. May I know what this is about? I wanted to land on the planet, pick up some new parts, and carry about my business. Besides, I'm also in the employ of your emperor."

He felt around for the badge he had taken from the guards who had 'escorted' him out, after he had escorted them out... of this existence.

"Basic security," was the only response given, but the guard noted the comment about the emperor employing the man.

The Talon sighed. "Very well, let's carry about this charade. I'm sure he'll understand that you let a lunatic wander the city killing people while someone on your side is stuck up here."

"Surely you're mistaken," the captain replied, rolling his eyes unseen in his helmet.

"Surely you're mistaken," the captain replied, rolling his eyes unseen in his helmet.

The Talon smiled. "Really? I've been tracking your little 'problem'. From what I can tell... he's on the planet." He tensed, ready to kill these people too.

"Surely you're mistaken," the captain replied, rolling his eyes unseen in his helmet.

The Talon smiled. "Really? I've been tracking your little 'problem'. From what I can tell... he's on the planet." He tensed, ready to kill these people too.

"We have no problem to speak of, minus a smart assed man who supposedly needs parts..."

OOC: Come up with a way to get on that planet without your ship...a way that doesn't involve slaughtering my soldiers...which would be highly unrealistic

OOC: I thought this was a story. Remember, the nameless henchmen always get killed by one grinning man.

IC: The Talon sighed. "Very well. I'll say a name. Warhiet." He began to scan the ship. Just need to get them over towards the cells...

OOC: I thought this was a story. Remember, the nameless henchmen always get killed by one grinning man.

IC: The Talon sighed. "Very well. I'll say a name. Warhiet." He began to scan the ship. Just need to get them over towards the cells...

OOC: Surely you could kill a few...but expect repercussions...my soldiers are highly trained...nameless or not...

The captain shook his head, pretending not to know of what this man was talking about. The fourteen other men began searching the ship, inspecting for damage.

o.oc.. dammit. has Warheit been found yet? Kanosis has an Edge that no one else has. OOOH I just realized I made a horrible pun.

OOC: Very well.

IC: The Talon sighed. While they were all examining his ship, he carefully walked over towards an escape pod, entered it, and disapeared.

After he had detached, he activated the ship's AI. His lips curled in a smirk just before he gave the order. "Shut down all radio, and return to Pinnacle Base."

The Dark Griffon took off, heading for Phobos.

OOC: What you had in mind?

IC:

The emission masked escape pod entered the atmosphere.