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| Silvermourn | Dec 23 2008, 12:14 PM Post #11 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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As he stumbled out of the office hand in his pocket he shivered uncomfortably. It wasn't even really all that cold, he was just always cold. As thing as he was the temperature always gave him trouble. He hadn't been supposed to be on this planet for very long, his parents didn't like him slumming as he was. However he had enjoyed it so he stayed, but as he noticed a group of rough humans and insectoids together he decided that today would be his last day on the planet. His usual short walk to the room in which he was staying turned out to be more of a quick jog that day. He gathered up the few possession he had, slipped the card that controlled his personal bank account into his pocket and left. The man he payed upon leaving never even looked up from his desk as the flustered young man left his establishment. Of course Talon hardly cared, he was working his hardest trying not to look at the sky, he was worried about light triggering his seizures. He knew they were coming after him, he'd screwed with a gang of the bastards and now he was getting caught up in a mess. the ti His only goal was to get off that planet, hopefully pay someone to keep him alive and find someplace else to go. As worried as he was he had no intention of going home. His personal bank account was constantly fed by his parents and he hadn't spent anything in a long time. He had a medium sized fortune that his parents couldn't touch, many people would never see that much many in their lifetimes. He needed to find a ship and then a crew, at least a pilot of sometime. So his logical destination was the spaceport, a location which he quickly altered his course to arrive at. He was practically running by me he got there, sweating slightly from the heat of a place he had thought cold moments before. Glancing momentarily over his shoulder he saw his pursuers, three humans and two bugs. If he was lucky there would be a ship docked at that moment if he wasn't he'd be dead. Moving to the counter he even looked like a nervous outlaw. He couldn't help it he was incapable of hiding his emotions. Laughter from behind him caused him to flinch suddenly even as he attempted to speak with the woman at the counter. "I need a ship, any ship that can get me off this planet. I've got money so the price isn't a problem. I'll pay any captain to get me off of this rock, with any ship. Can you help me?" Looking over his shoulder he cursed under his breath. They were just waiting outside the building. As soon as he got away from the watchful eyes of the citizens those men would kill him. If he couldn't get a ship he would have to walk out of their with an escort. Some sort of ally or five, big men would be preferable. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Dark Jack | Dec 23 2008, 01:10 PM Post #12 |
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The Phantom Poster
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Sneaking about the place, Melai managed to get closer to the spaceport itself without being noticed by the Imperial soldiers that were pursuing him, but he felt that if he stayed on this little planet much longer, his luck would soon run out. He either needed new parts to repair the Rey de los Muerte with or an entirely new ship, and no matter what he could get, he would also need a new crew and a pilot, since it was only a matter of time before Melai would get the Rey entirely messed up if he continued flying it. And both new parts, new ships and crewmembers could be found the same place: the spaceport main office. So that would be his logical destination... except, of course, that he, as the genious he only now realized he was, had left all of his loot on the Rey, so he had nothing to trade with or sell. But he decided to go the the office anyways, hoping to find some kind of good deal or maybe a good pirate crew that would help him rob the place and steal the new parts for the Rey, or maybe hijack a new vessel. Or maybe... maybe Melai could even let himself hire by another captain? But that would only be the last resort - Melai had been the proud captain of the Rey de los Muerte for thirteen years, and he had no intentions for that to change. When he arrived at the office, his first reaction was to throw himself back into the shadows as he saw a group of dangerous-looking people standing outside the main entrance to the office, apparently waiting for something - or someone - and Melai mistook them for Imperial soldiers. However, when he had a closer look, he saw that the people seemed to be socializing with a couple of insectoids, which was something Imperial employees would never do, so he thought that whoever these people were, they were probably not after him. After a brief moment of consideration, Melai once again emerged from his hiding place and entered the office. Once there, Melai saw a rather nervous-looking man by the counter, and the fact that he repeatedly seemed to look towards the people waiting outside told Melai that he was probably what they were waiting for, and it was not likely that they had friendly intentions towards him. That was none of Melai's business, though - he had enough problems of his own at the moment, too many to care about some random stranger's run-ins. But despite that Melai was undeniably in a hurry, he could not call too much attention on himself either, or he would soon be surrounded by trigger-happy Imperial soldiers, so he went over behind the nervous-looking guy and stood in line... |
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| Harpalyce | Dec 23 2008, 02:18 PM Post #13 |
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((Punting this in here. Sorry to interject it into the RP so. Name: Harper Bearwarden and Model I-E-34 "Iarbas" Age: 23 Race: Human Faction: Has ties to the Starstriders, a loose group of pilots and smugglers that make it their mission to near-perpetually stay in space. Other than that, Harper is a neutral mercenary and smuggler. She has not done enough smuggling to be in trouble with the Imperials in earnest, but is definitely a person they are watching closely. Description: ![]() (Credit to Style.com for image.) Somewhat pale, though this seems to be mostly from spending her time in space; she tans somewhat when actually planetside. Her hair is also cut boyishly short and is a pale white-blond that suggests it is not her natural color. There is a tattoo on her upper right arm that seems to be the complex insignia of some organization - the Starstriders, a group who take pride in living near-completely in space, raising their families on ships and space stations, rarely coming to one of the colonies but instead constantly exploring for as long as humanly possible. Built like a two-by-four - long and skinny, with no bust or butt to speak of - it's rare for her to draw the attention of men. In fact, she seems to care very little for her appearance at all, usually covered with a fine layer of grease, dirt, or whatever else she's run into lately. Her clothes are always strictly utilitarian, usually a vest and pants that have numerous pockets over a plain chemise and with a belt with even more gadgetry hanging off it. To either side of her belt are holsters, one for her laser-pistol and one for her family's antique 'slugthrower'. Model I-E-34, the newest in the line of self-defense and companion 'droids from Mobile Technologies Inc., looks rather like a large jaguar if you made one out of vaguely tawny colored steel. Its head is at least fitted with a bit of fake fur to make it more personable, as is its tail, otherwise it is very obviously a machine. The 'droid is multifunctional, primarily built for personal uses, as are most of MT Inc.'s line (most popular being the E-E-22, 'droids that look like cocker spaniels and are very good at both housekeeping tasks and what you would expect now of a Blackberry-type device - recording messages, keeping track of reminders/alarms, finding and retrieving directions via holo-maps). However the I-E-34 is also equipped with a few weaponry provisions, most notably small laser pistol banks perpetually set to stun, and titanium claws. It is programmed to respond to an owner's command and assist in self-defense - not to kill an attacker, but to immobilize him until assistance arrives. It's a fancy piece of technology that often garners Harper more attention than she appreciates, but its simple AI is quite often smarter than Harper because it follows a logical course of action. Personality/Motivation: Harper is very easygoing, nearing on happy-go-lucky. She is rather smallminded - and very literally. She has a tendency to be overly gullible and trusting of people or ideas. Although she doesn't really consider herself a mercenary or smuggler, she is prone to hauling dangerous cargo or going for bounties of pirates simply for the thrill of it. She does have some sense of morals though and only takes up job offers if she thinks it benefits the common good - in other words, more chaotic good than neutral or evil. She has very few firm talents besides being able to drink most anyone underneath the table. (Theory has it that this talent comes from having so few braincells anyway, a few more dead don't hurt...) Harper is however an impressively good shot when in the seat of her ship's laser-gun, allowing her to occasionally take down, or at least cripple and outrun, many opponents. In theory, 'droids aren't supposed to develop personalities besides those programmed into them, but Harper's I-E-34 - named Iarbas - seems to be altogether too efficient at the 'learning response' subroutines. Iarbas is quiet and demure, as you'd expect from a 'droid, and puts up with Harper with almost longsuffering patience. It has happily gotten Harper out of many sticky situations before, and seems to exhibit a sort of deep loyalty to her. But this may just be because Harper lets it sleep up on her bed and treats it like a pet. Biography: Harper is a 'colony kid', born on a mid-space station after her parents refused the earthbound life of one of the terraformed colonies. The space station that is home to her has since become old and dilapidated, just a stop for merchants before they go on their way with no true inhabitants. Despite this her childhood was a happy one, her father a mechanic and her mother a cook, filling menial sorts of jobs but happily doing so. Space has always been the norm for her, and she hates feeling 'earthbound', so when the Starstriders - or a group of them anyway - came onto the station when she was 16, she more than gleefully joined them. Her parents, while mercifully understanding, decided to retire to a terraformed colony about the same time she decided to set out on her own. Her I-E-34 droid was a parting gift from her father, the result of several years of saving up (essentially, instead of paying for college, her father got her a droid). It's been several years since of doing odd jobs around the galaxy for quick cash, and if you ask her what she's been doing she'll always spin you a long big-fish-tale instead of the truth - if you believe her, she won her ship off of someone in a blackjack game, and everything she does is twisted with exaggerated bravado. She has become a bit more worldly, though, and pilots her own small skiff "Lady Be Good" - a tiny ship that is absurdly fast, but only really meant for maybe a 4-person crew max, besides cargo room. Harper is a decent pilot, so usually is able to pilot small missions by herself (with her 'droid's help) or with only a partner. Her current employers have all hired others, however, or become too unsavory for her tastes (asking her to smuggle illegal drugs, for instance, instead of medical supplies across a blockade), so she is somewhat reluctantly heading towards the terraformed colony planets looking for work. Although she does have some cash, she knows it's not going to last, and in her desperation is even looking to becoming a mercenary in the war against the mutated bugs. Special abilities: Harpalyce is quick and agile, though not very strong, and a good shot both with her pistols and with her small skiff's turret guns. She is also a decent pilot, although her piloting style relies heavily on her ship's swiftness and agility. Equipment: The slugthrower is a normal Colt .45 six-shooter that has been heavily modified and kept in use, passed down from her family through the generations ever since they lived on Earth. As it is such an antique she sometimes has trouble finding ammunition for it, but she is more comfortable shooting the slugthrower than her laser-pistol. She also keeps two short vibroblade daggers in her leather boots, though these are mostly emergency weapons. The vibroblades can slice through objects more easily than mere sharp blades, and she uses them more often like pocketknives than she does as real weapons. The Lady Be Good is a small skiff. It is equipped for deep space travel but only supports a crew of four max. It has a good-sized cargo capacity but this is spread out throughout the ship; the model is preferred for smugglers because of this feature. It is outfitted with two laser-gun turrets on the side of the craft, a starjump drive, and multidirectional impulse engines that have been modified to give a bit more speed an agility to the craft. It has fairly weak armor compared to other craft, and its strengths rely on being able to slip away quickly from pursuers instead of being able to shoot them down with sheer firepower. Starting paragraph: I will edit this to include the starting paragraph, or rather a starting post that will tie me in to the RP, once I get some chores done. )) |
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| Dark Jack | Dec 23 2008, 03:20 PM Post #14 |
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(Hmm I find myself in inner conflict, since I already stated that each player could only have one character, but then again, your android does not seem like what could qualify as a character... I'll accept it once you've given a starting paragraph. Also, through the chatbox I and some others came to the conlusion that just saying that a ship is big, small or medium is not very descriptive, so I suggest we start putting at least the actual length of the ships here, so we know more accurately how big they are. The Rey de los Muerte is about 78 meters long and has no wings, since its engines (when it isn't landed or crashed) keep it over the ground and thus wings are unnecessary. The Hunter-ships are approximately ten meters long, and their vertical wings reach about two meters above the ship and fourteen meters below it.) |
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| Mercinus3 | Dec 23 2008, 06:36 PM Post #15 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Name: Shadow-claw Age: 25 Race: Silencer Faction: Just an average Mercenary, willing to work for anyone at the right price Description: Shadow-claw, like all of his Silencer brethren, was a very tall humanoid bug, standing at a huge 6”7. His cracked, black exoskeleton, when the micro-organisms are not used for camouflage, along with his glowing red eyes makes him a fearsome sight. His claws, glistening with all light, are worn from many battles. However, they are still sharp enough to cut through most things. The only thing that stands out from the black exoskeleton is the blood-red parts of his exo-skeletal frame which is his vulnerable spots. Personality/Motivation: His personality in battle is the same as his personality out of battle. He is cruel, malicious and shows no remorse to anyone who annoys him. However, though all of his harsh nature, he could think up of many strategies in battle. It was his personality and his intelligence that forced him to exile from his brethren and allies. It was this banishment that forced him to hate everything and everyone around him. Only the contract holders are the only people that he listens to. Biography: Born in the hive that mankind had discovered, Shadow-claw quickly grew to hate the humans. However, it was also this that had made him curious about human strategies in past battles. In secret, he went down to ruined libraries and studied every battle that had occurred within the entire human era. After 5 years of sneaking into the same library, he knew enough of human’s battle strategies. Another 5 years later, he entered his first battle with mankind. When the bugs were forced back by the human’s powerful technology, Shadow-claw was the only bug that knew how to fight them back. Along with several Silencers and a Scorpio, he led them to take over one battleship, and used the human’s technology against them. Although his knowledge had saved the bugs from an inevitable massacre, it had also led him to his banishment and exile. The leader of the bugs noticed that the young Silencer had too much knowledge for his own good. He had sent over several Scorpios to kill Shadow-claw. Realizing that something bad was about to happen to him, he ran and used one of the battleship’s escape pods, and fled Earth for the last time. Several years later, Shadow-claw had landed on one planet that was used by the humans to keep old, decommissioned space craft. Sneaking into one of the compounds on the planet, he found a ship that he used every time that he went from one planet to another. He managed to repair and upgraded the ship before he used it to escape the bleak planet. Once in space, he began to start his career as a mercenary. Special abilities: -Has unnatural knowledge for strategies and tactics and is logical in any situation. -Has quite a good knowledge of how to repair, improve and operate spacecraft. Equipment: ‘Cosmic Hunter’, Gibrook Spacecraft ![]() Parameters:- about 10mx10mx20m Weapons/armament: -Giant working claws -Two laser turrets -Two missile bays -Cloaking device Starting paragraph: The jungles of Gendon Delta 7 were gentle, quiet areas, abundant with creatures so unique that the old scientists from the Human era would drool and envy. The emerald green leaves of the gargantuan trees shone brightly with the dew of the earlier rain, glinting with the gentle sunshine. Everything was quiet, with all of the natural order obeyed the only law; Eat or get Eaten. Here, an innocent tapir-like creature was killed and taken up a tree by a wild insect. There, it closed its massive jaws into the tough hide of its prey. Suddenly, a loud bang from the sky erupted from the sky, startling the wild insect from its meal, and scurried off deeper into the jungle, never to be seen again. About 45,000 feet in the sky, where the atmosphere met the vastness of space, a spacecraft entered the atmosphere in a ball of flame. Although the frame looked too frail and would break up in an instant, the craft held. Inside though, there was a completely different story. Inside, everything was flashing red, as if an enemy fired at the ship, bleeping several warning tones. Warning… Reactor coolant failing... The gauges for the ship’s coolant reached the red zone. Warning… Reactor coolant critical… “Shut up, computer! I need to concentrate landing the ship in the docks, not concentrating on you droning on and on about the coolant! It’s going to be fine!” The figure yelled at the dashboard. The black shelled figure, both claws gripped the control stick. He pulled the controls up, hoping that the ship doesn’t disintegrate while he tried to land. A few intense minutes and a few thousand feet later, the ship emerged from the flames, and everything started to go back to normal. “Haha… What did I tell you? Everything will be ok!” He figure roared with triumph, revealing a slight malicious tone. “Right… I think that it is time to land this aircraft. Activate landing procedures and cloaking device. We will land on the edge of that jungle over there…” An hour and his last few containers of tree sap later, the spaceship finally lands. Emerging ‘from thin air’, the Silencer glared at the nearby city. “Right, now to find me a new contractor…” The figure spoke, revealing his true tone of voice. Glaring back at the ship with glowing red eyes, he turns to the jungle, bringing several containers to put some new tree sap in, and started to walk to the city. ------------------------------- A few hours later, and container filled to the brim with tree sap, the bug arrived at the outlying suburbs of the city. “Right… Now that I am here, I need to find the building for mercenaries…” he said to himself. After asking a few locals, he finally arrived at the building that the mercenaries sign in so that they can get hired. It was a tall, yet shabby building, with several windows missing. The figure walked though the door, only to see hundreds of mercenaries inside. He saw the counter, and walked up to it so that he can sign in. “State your name, bug…” The man at the counter said out loud so that every mercenary inside could hear. “My name is Shadow-claw, and I’m here to sign up on the list.” The Silencer said. The man at the counter wrote down onto the list, and ushered the bug to sit down. The other mercenaries were busy talking about their new visitor. “Oi, shut up!” Shadow-claw shouted, a little pissed off about the others talking about him. One mercenary stood up, angry about the command that the Silencer made. “No… You shut up, Bug! We’re tired of you trying to get rid of all of us humans. You don’t own Earth. We do! And you can think that you bugs can walk all over us so easily, but Let me say this, I…” Before the mercenary finished his speech, Shadow-claw ran up and grabbed the man between his claws, and raised the man up. He snarled before snapping his claws shut, cutting the man in half. Shadow-claw turned around and faced the rest of the mercenaries. “I hate the bugs as much as I hate the humans. I’m willing to kill any of my brethren as much as you do. But, like this punk here…” he roared at them, pointing at the dead mercenary “… I am willing to kill any of you for free. I am not in a mood to deal with any of you punks right now, but I can take you on any day, and I will win. Now, shut up, or you’ll end up like this guy.” Once his ranting was over, he sat back down to silence. |
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| Harpalyce | Dec 23 2008, 07:12 PM Post #16 |
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((Thank you :) Harper and Iarbas are kind of a package deal, so I hope it won't be too aggravating. I will try to draw up a floorplan of the Lady Be Good soon, but I warn you, numbers are the bane of my existence so I may need to get an idea of how good it would be relative to other things first. But for now... intro post. ^^ )) Harpalyce tumbled out of the doorway two seconds before the beer bottle did. It was just enough time for her to tuck into a roll, as if she had meant to exist the doorway in such a manner instead of having been tossed head-over-shoulders out of the, as the sign claimed, fine establishment. Truthfully it was just a grimy bar of the type that seemed ubiquitous throughout the colonies, reeking of smoke and stale beer - and, as such, it happened to be Harpalyce's natural habitat. The beer bottle that followed her out, in fact, was the remnant of her third drink of the evening. As it shattered, she ducked and scrambled to her feet, immediately starting to run. With an easy sort of grace (and the steady whrr-chnn, whrr-chnnnn of pumping motors and hydraulics), I-E-34 loped out of the bar after her. The 'droid ran far more gracefully and effortlessly than her mad scramble, and mutely, the jaguar-shaped robot tilted its head to stare wordlessly up at her. "Stop lookin' at me like that! I didn't know his mother was dead, it was s'posed to be a joke!" Harpalyce cried out, flailing a bit in her indignation. There was a steady pattern of three dots that lit up one after the other on the back of the 'droid's head to show it was processing, before its holodisplay flashed the message between its ears: Insulting maternal figures is not a recommended course of action. "Yeah, yeah, fuckin' smartass cat," Harpalyce grumbled pantingly as she ducked into the narrow alleyway between two of the buildings. "Iarbas, pull up a map - how far to th' Lady Be Good?" The catlike 'droid crouched down beside her, the dots flashing in the same pattern before the holoprojected image between its ears switched from text to a map of the city, a flashing diamond shape indicating where they were and another flashing square for where their ship was in the hangar. Harpalyce gave a grunt of recognition before she plastered herself more firmly up against the wall, peering out of the small alleyway. Almost immediately there was a drunken roar from the small group of men who had been persuing her, and another empty beer bottle shattered on the corner of the wall. "Shit! Insult a guy's momma in this town and you're in for all kinds a'hell. Iarbas, change course so we can dodge 'em." She peered at the droid as it worked. "And stop looking at me like that. He was the one that started it, and you know it." This I-E-34 Unit is not programmed to simulate human emotion the droid displayed with a small chime before displaying another route. Harpalyce exhaled in relief. "A'ight, lead on!" The droid got up from its crouch much more gracefully than Harpalyce did, but it wasn't long before she was running along, letting the droid lead her through the twisting maze of the Human city. The drunken not-quite-mob of people stumbled after, up until the point where the droid nimbly climbed up a service ladder; Harpalyce followed, thankful for the poorer part of the city having buildings that were a far cry from the spiraling skyscrapers that dominated the skyline. They clattered across the tin roof before finding the opposite ladder and sliding down. The pace they took was far more lazy, triumphant almost, as the two walked towards the hangar. "Good job, Iarbas. I'll have'ta give you an extra can of tuna or somethin' for that." The message flashed on the droid's holodisplay: This model is not equipped with a bioreactor to process food or drink. Please be aware that food or drink in this I-E-34 model may be damaging. "Yeah, whatever. You know what I mean." She stretched as they strolled into the office, and seeing that there was a line, she leaned up against the wall and ruffled her hair idly. "Iarbas, pull up the station info and tell me how much it's gonna be to undock the Lady Be Good. I'm itchin' to get off this hunk of rock..." |
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| Attila | Dec 23 2008, 08:26 PM Post #17 |
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Transylvanian Mad Scientist
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Background Music: -Forbidden Tech- The gigantic ship gently eased herself beside the spaceport's largest docking moor. Rudders and nozzles, gravitic field modulators and electro magnets all worked together in perfect harmony. The sheer complexity of the procedure at such a scale would have been impossible, if not for Nemesis steering the ship into place. Joshua observed the sight from the command deck, screens lighting up of cameras, giving him a 360 degree vision of the ship and its surroundings. The spaceport was packed with a variety of ships, as one could have expected. The cover story for why they stopped here was accepted by everyone, even the AI. Josh knew full well the main reason of their little detour, though. He shut off the synaptic connections that linked his brain through his nervous system to the ship's command interface and gently withdrew his hands from the chair. He then neatly placed his starship captain's hat neatly back on and adjusted his leather trench coat uniform, endorsed with the generic emblem of the Empire and trimmed in silver. He shot one last look at Nemesis. She gave him a worried look and slowly nodded. They both knew she was concerned every time Josh would step off the ship, outside of her influence and protection. He gave her a nod and proceeded off the command deck. Once outside the door, two of his men tagged along with him as they proceeded towards the nearest turbo-lift which would take them to the air lock. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a few moments and braced himself for what lay ahead. Then, the main air lock doors slid open with a sound hiss. 15 minutes later. The fast-food pub was packed, however Joshua and his men were able to dine at a separate table in the non-smoker section while they waited for their contact. Surely enough, the bell of the door rang and a hunched over, scraggy figure of a man wearing goggles, with a clean shaven head and face emerged. After looking around suspiciously, he hastily sat at Josh's table. Captain Emerson noticed the man's eyes first shoot at his Imperial crest, then the hat laid beside his platter. A hat only worn by starship captains and up. Then, the skinny man turned his gaze toward the captain. "- Yez must be the Imperial captain who made tha order. We've been expecting ya." A jittery voice welcomed him. Josh met his gaze. "Indeed." He began, laying the fork and knife down and pushing his platter aside. "Let's get to down to business. I am in a hurry." "- Yes, yes. Ya military people always are." Interjected the scraggy man. "- Yez can call me Prometheus. The ware ya ordered was hard to come by. An' we had to waste a few peeps ta get it. Prices went up by 30 per cent." Prometheus said, fiddling with his fingers. He peeked behind his back from time to time, as expecting an attack at any moment. "I was told you had the guts for something like this. And you can forget about the raise. I'm paying you as much as I said I would. No more. No less." Josh replied, narrowing his eyelids. These fringeworld slum dwellers were known to overcharge their prices at petty excuses, but nevertheless the black market's offers ranged far beyond that which was normally commissioned or allowed, even among the Fleet. This would not be an easy bargain. Prom shook his head, letting out a mixture of a hiss and a snicker. "- We both know how badly you need that tech, soldier man. Why else would've yez brought two boys with ya? So, how about we make a deal?" Josh raised an eyebrow. "I'm listening." Prometheus leaned in closer. The two soldiers shot up to intercept him, but Josh's hand motion had them sit back down. "- I know ya got some pretty thin's on yer big ship. An' I've never seen the likes of it, either." A wicked smile crossed the man's face, his eyes sparkling with glee, palms itching to grasp the intangible credits. "- All I need is a nav to yer destination. An' I'm willin' to drop all additional expenses. Whadda'ya say, soldier man?" Josh kept his gaze at him, then exchanged a glimpse with one of the men, who nodded at him. He then slowly turned his head back to Prometheus, who was expectant as ever. 45 minutes later. The industrial cranes were slowly hoisting a rather large tellurium reinforced titanium crate. The crate itself was precisely five times the height of a grown man, perfectly cubical in shape. Joshua personally supervised the operation, making sure the technicians didn't get too nosy about the crate's contents as it shortly disappeared in the Apollyon's belly. One of his men walked up to him, leaning close and whispering into his ear. "- What should we do about the body, sir?" Josh smirked. "This is a slum, trooper. What else? Eject him into space." Soon thereafter, a hiss could be heard on one of the space station's air locks, minuscule compared to the massive structure and the great ship docked beside it. The tiny figure of a man floated outside, almost immediately dispersed by the vacuum outside. The sunlight glinted on an object. One of the few recognizable pieces, a pair of goggles. |
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| Dark Jack | Dec 24 2008, 02:54 AM Post #18 |
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(Accepted, mercinus. And the measures on your ship, harp, can wait until they get more relevant. Attila, I would like some actual numbers on the size of your ship, since your story seems to be largely centered around it. Oh, and merry christmas!) |
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| Latanya | Dec 24 2008, 03:50 AM Post #19 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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The petite Scorpio cowered on top of a canopy, the gleaming blue eyes targeted on a group of humans down on the streets. A dark foulard hid the striking white forehead from prying gazes. The rest of her body didn’t need to be camouflaged. The black limbs melted perfectly into the darkness of the night. She sat perfectly still, only the agile tail jerked back and forth. When the human bastards – all of them heavily armed and totally plastered – were finally out of sight, she relaxed again and even allowed herself to close her eyes for a few seconds. If she had noticed them a few moments later they would have got her. And then no armistice or contract would have been able to save her then. She was fair game, after all. To both, her people and the human brood. She hissed quietly, then skid down the upright wall and landed safe and resilient on her two feet. She couldn’t stay here much longer. Since that incident a month ago she was wanted. Unjustly, as she would have added when there would be someone she could talk to about things like this. She had done the same as soldiers did daily – kill a few of the human brood. Too few, as far as she was concerned. Hence she returned to kill a few more. She didn’t care about the armistice which had been recalled meanwhile. Why should she respect a treaty between giants and dwarfs? She had to admit though that this hadn’t been one of her best ideas. Sadly she seemed to be the only giant on this planet. Only a few hours after being celebrated as a hero she was feared as a traitor. Theyr, the merciless. Theyr, the despicable. Theyr, the bugbear. Only a week ago they named her Theyr the dauntless and the generous. It was paradox. She had never been a hero, no matter what they called her. The only one she had ever been fighting for was herself, and the only one who had ever cashed in on her loot was a certain Scorpio with many names. The main part of her perfection consisted of organizing descents on mostly defenseless human trading groups. She was a bandit, not a soldier. Not one action of her perfection was honorable. And nonetheless people had admired her. Because she had been in the need of organizing her supplies herself. And so she was alone now, hunted by both her people and the humans. What an unjust world… Another joke of fortune had bestowed the white forehead upon her. The peculiar light front was normally considered as the sign of great power, sometimes even as an omen for a prophet. She knew all of the abounded rumors which were told behind her back as soon as people thought that the Scorpio wasn’t listening. She was the reincarnation of the spirit of a long dead tyrant who couldn’t rest in peace until he had taken revenge. She was a prophet, born to lead her race to victory. She was the prototype of an insectoid, as elegant and fatal as death itself. She was a portion of spaghetti that had been spared by a child and therefore came at night to spank it. At least according to some despaired mothers. This last tale conjured a smile on her lips, baring sharp yellow which didn’t fit her dainty body at the least. What an irony of fate that the white front made her to such an easy prey now. The foulard answered the purpose of hiding her from inquisitive eyes in deserted areas, but as soon as she reached a crowded place the designated purpose had the opposite effect to the one intended. Wearing a headscarf wasn’t the best sign of sanity and reason for a Scorpio. She had to leave this planet soon if she didn’t want to risk getting killed. If she only knew where to get a crosser from! The one she had kept had been confiscated after she had gotten outlawed. She could bet that it was the toy of some rich Arachid. Damned money justice. She had to get a crosser soon, no matter how. The end justifies the means, after all. If she had to kill some bloody fatso of whatever species – well, bad luck for him. Maybe, if she had no other options, she could consider hiding in the ship of a human bastard. It wouldn’t be too hard to wipe the staff out. Maybe except for the pilot. If he was cooperative. She needed someone to guide the ship, after all. Theyr kept in the shadows while heading for the spaceport. The last month hadn’t been too lucrative in regard to a possibility of leaving this damned planet named Gendon Delta something behind. Maybe this night had a nice surprise for her. Edited by Latanya, Dec 24 2008, 05:57 PM.
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| Dark Jack | Dec 24 2008, 07:17 AM Post #20 |
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(Hmm I can quite accept that, I am afraid, Latanya. Your character is insectoid, and while I permitted that Mercinus character had a spaceship because the little creature had obtained it in an unusual way, I cannot accept that an insectoid has any kinds of technology without a good explanation of how they got it. Also, you mention that you character had an entire fleet of ships, and she mentions 'our ships', which I presume are those of the insectoids... I stress that the insectoids basically have no technology of their own. The TV and other items in the room I can accept, if it is a house in the spaceport on Gendon Delta 7, but you make it sound like it is common for the bugs to utilize spaceships and such. It is both important story- and gameplay-wise that the insectoids does not have technology. They are physically and genetically more advanced than humans and have evolved solutions to many problems that humans solve with technology through mutations - such as humans have SAM-sites and the like, the bugs have Farters; humans have spaceships, insects have Crossers; humans have guns, insectoids have various natural abilities. At once it creates a better balance between the two sides of the war, and it also makes the insectoids more interesting to play, if you as me, anyways. But I am rambling now. I just thought I would give a good explanation to why I can't accept your character - yet. EDIT: Much better. Accepted.) Edited by Dark Jack, Dec 25 2008, 03:58 AM.
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