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DOA?:Stellacide; To end all wars
Topic Started: Dec 15 2008, 11:11 AM (13,274 Views)
Latanya
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Theyr didn’t pay much attention to the silent steps behind her, knowing that they belonged to a federate. However, when she felt something bumping into her from behind, her already not very distinctive self control was in serious danger to fade away completely. With a wild snarl and the typical speed of her race she jerked around, glaring at her opponent with a pair of icy blue eyes that did not even try to hide her willingness to kill in any way.

“If you want to keep your fucking head, insectoid… I suggest that you keep your mouth shut. You should NEVER say anything nasty about my contractor. Ever…”

Another snarl resounded, this time more quiet and from deep inside her throat. Any annoyance and anger had left her voice, leaving pure determination and bloodlust. It had been years since someone had dared insulting her like this. At the moment this someone was to be found on about four different planets. She bent her knees for a better stand and raised one hand, the two claws spread and ready to cut through flesh. The other hand remained near her chest, ready to stab it through the stomach of the Silencer beneath it’s ribcage and right through the heart – a bold venture normally quite effective, but in this case, facing the far stronger and better shielded insectoid nearly futile. At the moment her only hope was her poison and the high speed of her thin but fatal tail.

A cold and unreal grin appeared on her face. However, the cold expression of her face showed clearly what the reason of her showing her fangs really was. “You better back off”, she rumbled quietly, “before I have to do something you will regret later, prick. I won’t, I definitely won’t…”
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Dark Jack
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"Enough, both of you!" Melai exclaimed, turning away from the Rey and back to Shadow Claw and Theyr, since their encounter seemed to be in danger of turning into a brawl between the two insectoids, and between these two stealth-based fighters, Melai was not even certain who would win. He was not sure that he cared, either, although he had to admit that he was starting to find Theyr's hostility annoying, but he did care that for each second spent here, Lya's ship could be moving another LY away for all he knew! "Shadow Claw, I'm happy to see that your loyalty towards your contractor is so thorough that you would throw yourself into mortal combat with a Scorpio just to avenge a mere insult, I am truly impressed, but now is not the time! And Theyr, your comment was quite unproductive, like your general behavior tends to be rather counterproductive for us all, but try to keep it at a minimum at least as long as you are on my ship, and at least until we have reclaimed Lya's ship. After that you can try to kill each other, but right now we don't have time!"

He turned to storm into the Rey to start firing up the engines, but stopped in the doorway to look at Shadow Claw and Lya. "Okay, Lya, you go with Zet'kil and help her trace your ship as good as you can, and Shadow Claw, you take your ship and follow Zet'kil's, if yours can keep up - we are hunting a thief, not an enemy fleet, so the Rey probably won't get attacked, and we will need the fastest vessels to delay the thief until the Rey catches up."
The orders having been delivered, Melai ran into the Rey and rushed to the cargo bay, where he quickly opened the hatch so Zet'kil's ship could emerge.
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With quick steps he followed Melai, waving his men forward as he did. He didn't mind being on the same ship with a man that hated him, he didn't even mind being on that man's ship. What he minded was that same foolish man giving him orders. Yet this was his area of expertise, stealing things, it didn't matter that they were stealing something back. His mood was less terrible than one would imagine however. He was actually enjoying himself a little, if only he could find someone who didn't hate him, his guards didn't hate him of course, but he doubted they were friends.

As he boarded the ship whatever it's name was he chatted quietly with his guards. They seemed confused by the conversation at first, but his naturally charismatic attitude started to warm them up to the situation. He actually liked them strangely, they were a sort of earthy people, dangerous men, hopefully more dangerous than his enemies. He felt bad that he had not been able to get any of the necessary equipment to improve theirs from Lya's ship, yet somehow he felt no remorse in realizing that it may have been his fault that the ship was stolen in the first place.
He might have felt bad if it hadn't been for his recent treatment by the rest of the strange group. He wasn't used to being treated like the resident jackass, because he wasn't a jackass. He was a business man and that was that.

((Sorry about that I think I only did it once. I'm definitely in too many roleplays when I start getting characters confused. lol))
Edited by Silvermourn, Mar 2 2009, 12:41 PM.
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Oracle
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When Theyr's comment reached Lya, she was slow to react. She had yet to let any of them witness the full force of her Telkran anger. Shadow Claw had seen a small taste of it aboard the Imperial vessel, but even that was subdued, restrained. Theyr was pushing Lya about as far as she would allow. If her ship wasn't in jeopardy Lya would have gladly accepted this challenge of hers. Theyr somehow got the impression that these new emotions made Lya weak. She couldn't be more mistaken. Lya was well aquainted with anger, pleasure was just...more fun.

She was somewhat pleased that Shadow Claw had so quickly risen to her defence, but he was needed much more for protecting their backs, than defending her honor. Melai's timely intervention saved her the trouble of breaking up the fight herself. There were a thousand ways Lya could destroy Theyr...none of them pleasant. If Theyr wasn't careful, that would happen sooner than she expected. Lya held her rage in check, letting Melai's request take priority. "Okay, Lya, you go with Zet'kil and help her trace your ship as good as you can."

She would never have thought to be so torn by such a simple decision. She felt such a compelling need for both her ship and the safety of Melai and Talon. To leave them defenseless in the company of Theyr was almost more than she could bear. Her obsidian eyes bored into Theyr, "If any harm comes to Talon or Melai by your actions, I will personally tear the limbs from your body, and serve them to Shadow Claw as a victory meal. This is no threat, just a simple statement of fact. You are nothing to me."

Without another thought Lya took off running after Melai. She caught up to him at the hatch, but before entering Zet'kil's ship she felt compelled to warn him. "I do not like leaving you with Theyr. I do not trust her. Please keep your back to the wall when she is with you. She can not harm Talon with his shield, but you are vulnerable to her attack." Her hand stretched to lay tenderly against his chest. "You must not be harmed." Spoken as a command, her look at him was intense, as if by sheer force of will she could demand his safety. That said she turned on her heel, and entered Zet'kil's ship.

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Dark Jack
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(I'm not sure I'm too happy about my character from the Prophecy running around over here and giving people orders, Silver... I thought I told him to stay in that RP! Hush, Jack, go back there and stay out of Stellacide!
Seriously, though, you seem to have written Jack instead of Melai.)

Despite his past opinions of Lya, she seemed overly concerned about him now as she came over to him and entrusted him her worries about him being near Theyr due to the Scorpio's violent tendencies. Melai wanted to say that things were all right, he wanted to tell her that there was no danger that Theyr attacked him or he got hurt another way, but did not seem to be able to lie about this now. He knew that Theyr was unstable, he had sensed that from the first time he had laid eyes on her, yet he kept her in his crew because he needed her skill and strengths as a crewmember. It was not like he was unused to have unstable crewmembers aboard, but he had learned to live with the possibility of mutiny that was inevitable when considering that he made a living as a space-pirate and had a pirate crew consisting of fellow outlaws, some who did not share the same strict code as he did and would kill him any time for his share of the loot and his ship. It was not something he was happy about, but he was aware of the risk and accepted it. He was short on crew already, and could simply not afford to let another member go.
And what if Theyr really decided to attack him? Sure, Melai had his S&W, the IR-rifle and his shockgun, but inside the Rey neither of those would work very well, considering little space there was to fight in and that Theyr was much faster and physically stronger than him. He would be chanceless. Sure, he was a telekinetic, but what good was that when he could not control his own abilities? If he tried using them against Theyr in self-defense, there was an equal chance of whether he would actually manage to damage the Scorpio or if he would tear apart his own ship. Sometimes, he wished that he had actually been a nice little pawn and accepted the Imperial agents' offer and joined the Imperial fleet so that their telekinetic-experts could have taught him how to master his abilities and actually use them in a constructive way other than lifting receptionists in their chairs and causing everything around him to float whenever he got upset. As it was now, his telekinetic abilities were a burden rather than a gift.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he just nodded at Lya as she went into Zet'kil's ship and ran back towards the control room of the Rey de los Muerte and started pushing buttons and pulling levers, and with a slow humming sound, the engines came alive once again and the Rey readied to take off. He reminded himself that he would soon need to stock up some more hydrogen for his fusion-engines, but that was a worry for another time and place. Right now, he had other business on his mind.
"Are they stuck out there?" he asked while the adrenaline rushed through his veins, noticing that Talon and his mercenaries entered the Rey, "We're falling behind with every wasted second!"
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Latanya
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“Enough, both of you! […] And Theyr, your comment was quite unproductive, like your general behavior tends to be rather counterproductive for us all, but try to keep it at a minimum at least as long as you are on my ship, and at least until we have reclaimed Lya's ship. After that you can try to kill each other, but right now we don't have time!"

The Scorpio’s eyes narrowed even more when she heard the human speaking. The demands her very nature made were nearly too seductive to overcome. She was the descendant of a race famous for its fatality and brutality; a race controlled by pure ire and blood thirst, a race that was used to fighting until complete, helpless debility, regardless of the consequences or the superior number and strength of their opponent. She was a Scorpio with every fiber of her being, an agent of death as they were called. Commands, threats and criticism were not was she was used to, and definitely not what she would forget. Without the fight a few hours earlier that had given her the possibility to calm down a bit and her knowledge that she needed this human bastard for the moment this insolence would not have remained unatoned.

She hissed quietly, sending the Silencer a last, bloodthirsty glare out of half-crazy blue eyes and straightened up again, slowly lowering her claws. Despite giving the outer appearance of relaxation she catered for unrestrained mobility of her tail. Her hothead did not keep her from provision.

"If any harm comes to Talon or Melai by your actions, I will personally tear the limbs from your body, and serve them to Shadow Claw as a victory meal. This is no threat, just a simple statement of fact. You are nothing to me."

Theyr stalled. The wild, nearly insane expression returned to her already somewhat relaxed body. The face turning towards the Telkran was not the one of an intelligent creature but the grimace of a wild animal nearly driven beyond its longanimity. What did this wretch think it was? A hundred pictures passed Theyrs mind – or was it the same picture, presented in manifold manner? – pictures of what she had done to humans and insectoids likewise, images of all the corpses she had left behind, all the eviscerations and suffering she had caused. She had killed so often, without the slightest hint of reluctance or hesitation in her movements. She knew death. Who did this… this cockroach think it was to threaten her?

A soft, lunatic grin spread across her lips. This one comfiture she could accept, but she would make sure that it remained the last one the Telkran would instill in her. Within the last days she had had to bear already too many defeats. The next challenge would end with a death, either hers or someone else’s. “Don’t you worry”, said with a purring undertone in her cold voice. “I’ll take care of your honey. Maybe better than you want me to.” The smile remained on her face as she walked pass Melai and entered the ship, her tail provokingly caressing her agile body.
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Shienvien
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Zet'kil took a step deeper in her ship letting the door slid back into closed state when Lya walked past her The second door won't open up as long as the first one is still open. Muttering a few words in the Xeianic language to allow the Telkran a free pass of all barriers in the common area (as long as she is still on the ship and won't say otherwise. Common area was anything that was not close to the engines, fuel thanks, field generators and such.), she headed up to the control area, the moving patterns on the ceiling in the area dimming down a little as the control panel automatically stirred to life.

Using only one of her hands she slightly guided the SX out of the hatch and into the open air, letting the automatics do the most of the job as the most of her hands were occupied with opening up archive logs and picking out certain information- everything that was likely to be connected with the lost ship. As she had suspected the thief had used a some kind of cloaking. Interesting why didn't she notice the warning that announced the presence of a sensor-disruptor? But she really hadn't paid much attention to the control for quite a time. From the beginning of the little ...Incident on the streets to the explosions, which, like it now turned out, were aimed for the thief going away with Lya's ship. At least she had a pattern to go with the disruptor, and the knowledge of Lya's ship having Palladium IV on board.
Too bad her ship had been locked away in the cargo, otherwise they would have known exactly what kind of being stole it... Now they only had the knowing that the race was able to survive in atmospheres like that and wasn't much larger than they were. And also it was likely to be another being based on the same things as the local races as the scanners hadn't detected anything unusual enough to be recognized easily through the hull of the Rey surrounding her little ship.
At least her ship had to scan for anything that might be happening around and save the information...

"Okay, I think I have got a track now." She told Lya going on human language again. Of course the ship could understand almost any known language, but she was much more used with her own than the human language she had only recently learnt to use. At places it still seemed a little choppy, or seemed to have some additional letters, or letters that definitely shouldn't be there.
"Just Let me establish some kind of connection with Melai's ship, just in case..."

TYPE: SX-F6A (Personal) -OF: Zet'kil-EX-Sket'la'naq'kna'te
C:_TW-ER-682n24'778-6-ent-sty556'ttx8_CLXIV_224fgy-45v_Ven-2245ttg


I just wanted to make sure this is working. There should be a connection now between our ships that lets to send messages or find other ship even if out of range of sensors.
I have found the track and will start following it now, also the pattern for the disruptor the thief used.

-End.

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After the last separate word there followed the constantly changing coordinates of Zet'kil's ship, translated to a form that was understandable to humans, instead of the usual Standard the Xeians commonly used.
Other than that it was a message like any other Zet'kil had sent, with the exception of this one being in human language.

The small ship started slowly rising, the nose tilting upwards even when inside nothing seemed to happen, besides if one were to look out, one would notice that ground was no longer exactly below them. When the ship was nearly vertical in comparison to the surface below, the secondary engines activated, ready to accelerate the ship out of the asteroid's thin atmosphere on Zet'kil's command.
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-When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will.
-I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies.
-There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions.
-The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right.
-Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will.
-I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it.
-I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do.


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Although the urges to kill the Scorpio was great, his nature to obey the commands from a high authority was stronger. "Enough, both of you! … Shadow Claw, I'm happy to see that your loyalty towards your contractor is so thorough that you would throw yourself into mortal combat with a Scorpio just to avenge a mere insult, I am truly impressed, but now is not the time!” Once those words had reached the region of exoskeleton that had his hearing mechanism, he relaxed, though was still cautious from the other insectoid. He snapped his claws shut, making a guillotine sound from them. ”…and Shadow Claw, you take your ship and follow Zet'kil's, if yours can keep up - we are hunting a thief, not an enemy fleet, so the Rey probably won't get attacked, and we will need the fastest vessels to delay the thief until the Rey catches up."

The Silencer chuckled, his temper diffusing from his system slowly. “Making sure that my ship would be able to catch up with Zet’kil’s ship is no easy task, but I’m sure that the Cosmic Hunter is able to keep up with the ship.” As soon as everyone started to walk towards the various ships, he glared at the Scorpio for the last time. “If you cross my path again, and I’ll make sure that you are dismembered. Slowly… and painfully.” The dark nature of the last sentence was left hanging, giving the final threat a serious tone. He walked back to his ship, and entered.

He sat down onto the chair, and started to key in the codes onto the console. “Computer… I want you to take off, and ready the hyper drive.” Command accepted, Captain. With careful maneuvering, he got his ship off the ground, and floated off the landing pad that he was on. He then waited for the sign of Zet’kil’s ship to leave the asteroid, so that he can follow.
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As the hatch of Zet'kil's ship closed behind her, Lya had the horrible sinking feeling flow through her that leaving Melai was the wrong decision. She slipped her gun from behind her hair, without her ship she couldn't even have lent the weapon to Melai. She did her best to quell her premonitions about Theyr, but they remained in her consciousness swirling and replaying like a warning beacon. Her rational thoughts all rose to the surface reassuring her that Melai was more than capable of watching out for himself. He was captain of his own ship after all, he hadn't lived this long by being careless. He was still here after years of dealing with Imperials, and snatching virgins. It all collapsed however with the fact that he was headstrong, cantankerous even. That was the part that had her worried, she was headstrong too, and look at the mess it had gotten her into. The image of him succumbing to the bee sting kept imposing itself over her more rational thoughts.

Zet'kil seemed to have things well in hand. There was little Lya could do to get them to their destination any faster. She had never piloted such a ship before. Manual devices were somewhat foreign to her. With little to occupy her, she did her best to calm her frayed electrons. She concentrated instead on her recollection of healing Melai, that momentary flash of pleasure she had found settled next to his thoughts. It was the only calm vision in the sea of calamity that tossed her about, but it was enough. She latched onto it like a life raft. With that thought the focus of her attention she quietly joined Zet'kil at the controls, certain if the alien needed anything she would ask.

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"Ready or not, here we go!" Melai exclaimed when he saw the Xeian vessel was moving out of his cargo bay and getting ready to launch, and he noted to himself that the Xeian ship seemed to stand up in a vertical position, as if its downward thrusters were not good enough to allow it to leave the astroids atmosphere, or that moving in that way was faster. Anyhow, it brought Melai to the conclusion that, while his ship was far from as advanced as the technology of the Xeians, the Rey at least could move upward, downward, forward and to the sides, with little effect of the direction on the perfomance of the ship, thanks to the four mobile fusion rocket-thursters. They were nowhere nearly as powerful as the impulse engine on the back of his ship, of course, since that was what gave the power for the Starjump drive to work, but the impulse engine could not be used within an atmosphere this dense anyways. Quickly letting his fingers tap over the keyboard of the ships computer, Melai closed the hatch to the cargo hold and the entrance to the ship, and slowly let the spacecraft raise from the ground, and as he did, he thought to himself that he was finally getting the hang of piloting this thing.

Before he could set off to leave Terra Gamma, however, he received a message on the computer, apparently originating from Zet'kil's ship, that announced that there had now been established a steady link of communitaction between the two ships, as well as they apparently could locate each other from coordinates, even when out of the range of the ships' scanners. Melai knew that the Imperial fleet used that kind of links during in-space combat, but he had never actually seen it in use before. But now was as good a time as ever, he argued with himself, before sending a confirmation of the fact that the message had reached him back to Zet'kil.
"Take-off!" Melai called to the few people he had on the Rey at the moment, as he had heard his dead former pilot do several times in the past, before he pulled a lever and powered up the thrust-rockets, sending the Rey accelerating upwards and only gradually during the rise, as they escaped the gravity of Terra Gamma, did he change the angle of the Rey from horizontal to vertical, and once he had escaped the atmosphere, he brought the Rey to a halt in empty space, waiting for Zet'kil to show the way before he turned on the impulse engine and initiated the Starjump drive.
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