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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM (21,532 Views) | |
| +CEMP+ | Oct 24 2010, 10:41 AM Post #1 |
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Clockwork Master
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Dr. Alana Kensinka never felt so ecstatic in her life. Here she was, helping people as a good health care professional was, and without trying, a very plausible scientific phenomenon had fallen into her lap overnight. She'd never imagined this would happen like this, especially not when taking this uneventful position on this planet; a decision she was starting to regret as it bored her to tears. She was a doctor, yes, but at heart, she was a scientist that endeavored looking into the unknown of biology; put simply, it was a hidden passion of hers. And that passion wanted to flourish, creating a sense of fascination that collided with her spiritual respect; for although right before was an opportunity of a life time, her respect for the dead tore at her. Here, on the table before her, lay the corpse of a dead, human woman; or at least, as 'human' as she would appear. Many would not know of what appeared to be this subtle but alien physiological make-up meshed with in her body; and much evidence showed this hadn't been there before she was born. The problem was respect; she had already payed some disrespect by opening up the back of the woman's clothes to see a purple, alien growth running along the woman's spine; and she had a hard enough time doing it just to confirm her scanner wasn't buggy. What in the world happened to this woman, she didn't know, but what she did know that, despite her being a bounty hunter, she had obviously made a good couple of friends on the job she had taken and perished on. From what she heard and saw from the injured personnel - archeologist mainly - that had flooded her medical camp along with the dead woman, it had been quite the tale. It seemed several bounty hunters and mercenaries had been hired to fend off raiders that were attacking and stealing from an archeological dig site - one, that Alana heard, was a Chozo sight. Chozo - all Alana knew about them from her studies was that they were an avian race, possibly long extinct. Things had gone normally as any hunter job would have up until a ship with military firepower up in orbit had 'kindly' blackmailed the researchers to give up their artifacts; and it seemed awfully strange to her, and to quite a few others, that someone would bring such firepower just to snag a couple of artifacts. The answer to that mystery was most likely the site itself, for as it turned out, in the heat of battle, someone had discovered that site was only but a small portion of a highly advanced but aged military base - something that anyone greedy enough would try to grab at. And as it so turns out, the Federation had just come in the nick of time, saving all of the survivors, but also commandeering the planet after seeing what it was. She wondered if the poor archeologists would have a chance to go back there and work again; she understood that, like her, they had interested to learn and discover new things. She also understood, on a more deeper level, about losing someone you cared about it. Even if there wasn't any official funeral, an interesting portion of the hunters had silently mourned her passing, seeing them walk near her body in a lugubrious manner. At that time, she had wondered what it was about this the person inside the tent that affected them so, and had curiously walked inside to see who it was. She was relatively surprised to see the person in question was a woman, who had no doubt been given a fatal stab to the chest. But the wound did not get her attention unlike the spirit and atmosphere that still surrounded this dead body. Physically, she was great; there was no doubt about it that this woman was athletic and very fit, not to mention with the rest of her lithe body, fair skin, complexion and very long red hair, she was quite beautiful. Yet what caught her completely off guard was the tough yet free spirit she could make out even on the dead woman's frozen expression. She wasn't like any kind of female bounty hunter she had imagined; cold and/or hardened was the common stereo type she had thought of. This seemed almost the opposite; a woman who was not afraid to show her emotions but wasn't afraid to back down either; and it was like that spirit almost permeated the air like a ghost. In fact, there almost felt like there was a ghost... And that was one reason why she was so torn; a woman like that she would deeply respect, almost admire for who she was and for putting up with the life she lead; aside for respect those seemed to morn for her. She'd never be able to do that; what she did in her life involved scientific interests, an interests that she wanted to fulfill but was restrained by her own respect. She bit her lip as she thought over what to do, knowing this was an opportunity she'd never get again; and then she smacked herself in the face, going, “Of course.” The answer to this dilemma had been so simple, she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before. She turned to the dead woman and put a hand on her should; she swore it was like the air around her was...pulsing. Alive in a way; it was actually a rather eerie sensation, but that didn't keep her from saying, “Well, Jenosa Arma, if that's what I recall your name being, I know a way of finding your bodies secrets without laying a scalpel. You'll be laying safe and untouched in your tomb while I get look over the data in the weeks to come. We all win.” 4 weeks later... Durendel, capitol city of the planet Hunroth, was one of the Federations more esteemed inner planets. Many of the buildings formed a bright, gleaming jeual when night came, and it's metallic, high-tech sky scrapers and roads were well kept and pristine. It was one of the more rich and prosperous city in the planet. But it wasn't without its dark side, for underneath it the streets, and farther away, were more rundown areas; and often places for criminals to hide and black market merchandise to be sold. And recently, there were rumors of an unusual technology, and even an unusual situation that had taken place recently that might involve...an alien force. However, what Alana wondered about while she strode through these streets, is that she would ever get a chance to do scientific studies in piece; in a place of calm and serenity. And somehow, she thought she never would; because deep down, as she pondered about the path she was taking now, she probably never wanted a life like that. If that was the case, she thought as she walked through the alley ways while holding her precious data in her hands, then why did part of that involve the one thing she never wanted to do, leaving her very shaken and with major pit in her stomach. She reasoned with herself that what she did was in self-defense, but could not ignore the fact that she had just killed somebody. An action like that went against her moral code built up as a doctor, and she had just violated it. Worse, she was feeling paranoid to a degree; being in the rundown section of the planet Durendel's capitol city was dangerous. Yet it was the only place she knew where to go to get what she wanted without question from authorities. It wasn't something she liked doing very often, and, in fact, never really wanted to; but her scientific fascination, coupled with her current patient, had compelled her to do so. The whole thing was maddening, and there was no telling who might try to ambu- She yelped and whipped around when she felt a hand on her back, gasping when the hand with her gun was easily held up in the air, pointing away from her assailant. Her heart raced several fold before a familiar voice spoke, “Frick, remind me never to tap you on the shoulder next.” There was no mistaken the voice, the face, and the greens eyes that flared an alien blue amidst the shadow ally. Alana tensed body relaxed knowing that she was definitely looking at the bounty hunter Jenosa Arma, in the flesh, and alive and breathing. Edited by CEMP, Oct 25 2010, 09:23 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Oct 25 2010, 10:13 AM Post #2 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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He wondered sometimes what on Earth drove him to keep doing this job. Travis was laying back in a reclined posture at the cockpit seat of the Arctic Storm, staring into the abyss. The ship was in between jumps at the moment, and the particular place where it ended up was just before a fiery red nebula. The bounty hunter just simply stared out the window, fixated with that color. Although it had been about a month since that mess, the memory stood fresh in his mind.... Jenosa Arma was her name. A huntress from the Confederation, one with a personality as fiery as the ponytail that whipped behind her like a steamer. She stood strong and tall in a somewhat clingy, light armor, and those eyes were green and true. Her personality alone made her interesting to meet, and Travis admitted to himself that she was very beautiful. He chuckled to himself then, since it reminded him of another lethal beauty, one which had saved his ass from the prison hellhole and looked more the part of a destroyer. But that didn't matter anymore. He looked over at the empty medical bed on the left side of the ship and flinched. After all.. Jenosa was dead. He had arrived too late at the scene, and what he found was the huntress with a knife sticking out of her stomach. He had held her dying slowly in his arms. And he had the two-fold duties of both grimly delivering her body to a medical facility and dragging her killer off to the prison moon Roknar. If only he had been quicker. Why did he stay in this business when all he found was death? Travis sighed. It was unspoken, but his personal resolve knew the situation. He had to keep going; the bounty hunter's guild was necessary since the Federation held corruption in high places thus making it inept. "Constantine, how long until the next jump?" He reached for a piece of pollock, breaking off the soft white fish flesh and taking a bite. "Well... awhile." "Ah." Deadeye continued eating the fish. No matter what had happened he would go forward, but that still didn't change the fact that he blamed himself for Jenosa's death. Edited by Deadly Aim, Oct 25 2010, 10:14 AM.
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| ~Alissa~ | Oct 25 2010, 10:08 PM Post #3 |
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Alissa slipped into the blackbird’s pilots seat sighing quietly as she pulled the earpiece from the headrest and slipped it over her right ear, the ship interfaced with the computers laced through her body and allowed her greater control of the ship, along with a deeper feeling of the flight experience, there flashing on the console the jump drive flashed the alert that indeed was charged and ready to go. This was the sort of job she enjoyed when she was relaxing, no mess, no fuss, just deliver a package and money is deposited where it needs to be. Even with high security cargo like this it wasn’t often she was face with any real danger. For that to happen someone would have to know she had the cargo, would have to know where she was going and by which route, and would have to be able to find her. This equation added up to smooth sailing most of the time. “Jump Status” came Alissa’s voice, speaking to the ships AI. “Jump drive charged and active” came the cool response from the ships computer “Jump in 3…2…1…” And with that the ship dumped the power it had charged into the drive, flinging the ship on his way along the planned destination nearly instantly once out of the jump the near light engines engaged once more towards her destination. “time to target?” Alissa would ask “Six hours twenty three minutes at recommended speeds” came the voice once more. Alissa stared at the view screen silently for a while, there was not one to talk too, the AI was capable of navigation, regulating the ships systems, and monitoring Alissa’s physical state, but it was not capable of conversation. She sighed a bit and released the ear piece which slipped back into its hiding place as she stood moving out of the cockpit and towards her living quarters. Everything was neat and in its place as it always was, Alissa slipped into the large chair that faced the main computer terminal, this was not original equipment, much more comfortable than anything else on the ship it lacked the appearance of cool military styling that the rest of the ship held. She reached towards the desk and lifted an electronic tablet reclining the chair as she began to read, buried in the ships database she had found a collection of old novels and had started to read them. She had also been running on next to no sleep, a bad habit but it was something she could sustain for quite some time… There was that sound, the sound of being in a pool, sounds were muted and sounded distant, a bubble slid over her face and she came aware of where she was….inches from her face was the curved wall of the tube, she was trapped….back in the lab somehow. She reached, pushing against the glass but it would never give, pounding on the surface screaming to be let free but never able too. Her heart was pounding in her ears. An alarm cut through the dream and woke her; she sat upright dropping the tablet on the floor with a clatter. Heart pounding she looked around startled a bit before she realized what had happened. She had fallen asleep, and that dream which had been haunting her for months came back. She leaned back into her chair and rubbed her eyes before the alarm finally cut through the fading sense of panic “status!” “Approaching destination, plotting trajectory for orbit and atmospheric incretion, please secure all crew” Alissa sighed a bit and sat up right rubbing her eyes a moment, she still wasn’t sure if the dream was some repressed memory or a construct of a subconscious that had been kept at bay by conditioning her whole life. She stood up and stretched a bit before making her way back to the cockpit, strapping herself in and watching as the planet grew closer “what a dust ball” came out before she could really stop herself, either way she would be making her delivery soon enough and maybe onto some actual rest. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Oct 29 2010, 09:11 AM Post #4 |
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The Other Guy
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((OOC: There was going to be a section involving Ra but I felt that would make the post too long. I’ll add it next time.)) Many of the worlds in the Orion-Ysn Cluster were of little interest to any starships or corporations. They had long been scanned, strip mined and catalogued for anything of interest by exploration cruisers and even with the recent discovery on the outlying world of G79, the cluster had largely gone ignored. Few ships were ever in the system at any time and fewer still used it as anything more than a remote jump point in their travels. Yet behind one of the larger worlds towards the systems mid rim, on the world’s dark side hidden between it and its moon, something was coming. Something who regarded the Orion-Ysn Cluster with interest. A brief flicker of a blue-white streak of light appeared against the dark side of the world, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. It was soon joined by another, then another. A dozen short lived streaks of light appearing for only a second and then were gone. The first signs of what was to come for the system. --- “Final jump complete, destination achieved, directly where we wanted to be” a voice muttered across the bridge, its manner of speech sounding as if it were perpetually irritated with its surroundings. “You’re welcome by the way.” Shin felt a spark of pleasure as his cameras caught sight of the occasional twitch of facial muscles, movement of feathers or flicker of bioluminescent lights amongst the different species of officers. Distinct signs that his jaded, unhelpful manner was finally getting to the crew he had been lumbered with; and that they were becoming as frustrated with his presence as he was with theirs. There were plenty of ships, newer models with more subservient AIs (or ‘IUs’ as the new generation were called) which could have been chosen for this mission. But no, the Knight Commander Draigar had gone and chosen the Lightbringer as his flagship to command the strike group. If it could be called that. The scarred blocky shape of the old gun platform stood out like a sore thumb against the squadron of sleek obsidian picket ships, corvettes and escorts. Arrowheads and javelins which relied upon speed rather than the old aerodynamic brick design which so many of the old Commonwealth fleet had been based upon. Shin looked at them in distain as he glanced through the sensors at them and listened in to the fast chatter of information between their in built ‘IU’ machines. They were a sign of what was to come, based upon the combat telemetry taken by his ship and dozens of others sent out to scout the Federation’s boarders and bring back information. Being fast, packing energy weapons and lightning cannons in place of KEW systems, almost utterly immune to EMP attacks; they made Shin looks positively antiquated by comparison. And in spite of his joking protests that “You cannot surpass perfection” it served an uncomfortable reminder of what was happening in the Second Commonwealth. Times were changing. The Chimera were supposedly trapped in the Andromeda Galaxy and could be take centauries, perhaps even millennia to traverse to the Milky Way. His time, the era of the Crusades, was over. It was now time to begin the Commonwealth’s revenge, to start their secret war against the Federation and prepare the galaxy for the horrors to come. To survive, to bring the galaxy to heel along with the other major powers they needed to conquer and unite the powers under a single banner. Only then could they hope to survive the onslaught when it finally came. To do that they needed more advanced ships, not relics like the Lightbringer. “AI,” Draigar said, keying one of the access panels on his command throne “report.” “All ships have made the jump save for the destroyers Helgan’s Resolve and All Under Heaven who have moved ahead of us and are carrying out their objectives,” Shin answered, relaying his boredom in his voice “the Ar’c stand ready, most of the Templars are complaining that they are not a part of the purging of Pandora, and nothing has changed since you last asked. We are directly on schedule.” It was less an acidic response than he would have liked to give but even Shin knew he had to reign in some of his usual egotistical or sarcastic remarks amongst the organic crew. After the re-appearance of Blake in Ra during the last mission to G79, and nearly causing a catastrophic breach of security many of the older Avatar and AI units had been kept under close watch. Many more had been recalled to the High Guard’s fortress world and not been seen or heard from since. It was most likely because of their previous experience in operations on G79 and fighting a supposedly rogue Federation ship that the two of them had not similarly disappeared. Simply kept under a tight guard and separated, with Ra now serving as an ‘advisor’ aboard the All Under Heaven with all communications between the two blocked. Trying to shake the uncomfortable feeling that his fate had already been decided, Shin looked over their battle plan again. All of the ships were smaller than a frigate and many fitted with stealth and dampening systems to help avoid detection, allowing for their presence in the system to hopefully go undetected. Once everything was in place they were to move in and take the advanced ruins which had been uncovered, by whatever means they deemed necessary. Until the time came to move in an fully occupy the world, or begin their part of the plan, the vast bulk of the flotilla had been ordered to hide in the shadow of one of the system's other planets. It wouldn’t be long now before the first stage of their operation began… Edited by Shin-Ra, Oct 29 2010, 03:15 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 30 2010, 03:52 PM Post #5 |
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Clockwork Master
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(OOC: Mega Uber post. This is partially exposition for what happened to Jenosa.) The name of the game was Frenezine. And as odd a name as it was, Alana knew full well it was the simple solution to her dilemma. Very simple really; after all, it was really just a chemical that she just had to inject into the dead woman's body without even using a needle, or causing degradation. Of course, when focusing on the chemical in question, it was probably just as unique and complex as Jenosa was. Truth be told, Frenezine could be obtain from most of everyday ship reactors as a some kind of by-product of energy production. It was a bright, thick, sulfur yellow gaseous-like substance that wasn't really a gas at room temperature, but rather plasma. Yes, it was plasma, one of the states of matter, one which normally required an extremely high amount of heat just to create - basicly, after being out of the reactor for a good amount of time, the substance didn't wouldn't burn your house down upon contact. That didn't necessarily mean it was safe for human hands to handle, as it could be absorbed by your body like a sponge, and if enough was, its most unique trait came into play. That is, when inside an organism's body, it would become this 'pseudo-energy' that would shift and pulse in a way that 'mimicked' the body's natural flow of energy and electrical pulses. The result: scrambled nervous system and, of course, death. But this curious phenomenon happened even when the body was dead, thus allowing, to an extent, one to see what their physiology in question was like when they were actually alive. Thus her instruments would be able to pick up biological readings that she wouldn't be normally able to obtain, not to mention it would make the rest of her light up like a Christmas tree to them. Alana was in so much excitement to prepare the procedure for this that she almost made a few mistakes; yet she snapped each piece of equipment together, she began feeling...uneasy. Creeped out was more like the word, really. The atmosphere in the room was really beginning to feel...alive and pulsing. And what soon rattled her nerves the most was that she thought she could hear the faint wisp of a voice floating about the air. A feminine voice; and it almost sounded as if it was in pain. ---------- Pain wasn't exactly the right description. In fact, pain would have been a blessing right about now; what she did feel right now was...nothing. Nothing – at – all. Not a single whiff of air; not a single aroma; not a single noise or any stimulation from her five senses – only her sixth. And that was fading to a point where she could barely feel anything at all with it. She was almost completely enveloped in a pitch black, suffocating darkness that was an equivalent of hell itself. Never before had she experienced such a terrible state in her life, and this seemed to be going on for ages. God, she wanted it to stop so badly, desperately trying to do anything to end this deprivation; clawing, thrashing, anything at all. Except, she realized in horror, there there wasn't anything she could do; it was...it was as if - If she still had eyes, they would be wide with panic, for - resonating from the core of her very being like a deeply rooted instinct - she knew that was exactly it. She had no body! No limbs, no flesh no bones, not even...a brain; not one form, not one bit of matter for her to cling to. It was like her consciousness was just...floating, and fading. No, dying was the better term; dying without a goddamn body to die with, and probably in the worst possible way. She was barely able to even register this concept now, for her mind was so far gone that the only thing left largely pushing her thoughts were instincts. Instincts that screamed throughout her being to find anything to restore herself; yet she was incredibly weak and knew not what to do. Her sixth sense had faded so much that the only thing she could sense was a small pinprick of unique 'warmth' somewhere. But she didn't need to come to it, for it came to her, and her, and it filled her entire being with strength and energy. Suddenly, her sixth sense was no longer vague but potent, taking in many different sensations of this unique warmth, and echoing out an exalted sigh as her deprivation started to disappear. And disappear it did, for as she instinctively 'moved' into what she knew to be her own flesh and blood. Jenosa woke up, coughing and gasping to fill her lungs with the air they so desperately screamed for, light glaring painfully against her eyes...eyes!? She stopped squirming and realized she could fucking see; she could hear, smell and feel. Her once empty being was now filled with the familiar, vibrant pulse of her blood, and this echoed to her the shape of her human body. She even weakly lifted her hand to her bemused face and touched her cheek. She smiled; was freaking alive, back in her body, and breathing air and stimulus, and Jesus it simply felt great to bask in the – PAIN! Hot, searing agony that flooded her entire body boiled over every cell, the blaze being as if molten lead was being pumped into. It was so intense that despite her best attempts, she could not suppress a scream of agony. It must have been so loud that it snapped the brown, short haired woman - whom she had just now noticed - standing next to her out of her trance. "What...w-w-what's wrong?" she stammered, obviously still recovering from shock. "Body...hot...BURRRRNNS!!" was all Jenosa could say before her sentence turned into another scream. And her body wasn't just burning, it was pounding, as if her heart was making it entirely beat like a drum; faster and faster and faster... Then it dawned on her it was her heart doing that; IT WAS THE SCURGE VIRUS. Terror ran through her entire mind as she realized it was changing her again, terror that the brown haired woman could make out in her eyes just before she blacked out... ---------- Everytime Alana looked into Jenosa's eyes, no matter what her feelings were, she was always reminded of that freakish moment of when the woman came back to life in a way she could never imagine. Not just because of how it had happened, but because of the fear she had seen in those greens eyes when her body had been...mutating. She still appeared human to the naked eyes, and there was no doubt about it that Jenosa was a tough-as-nails woman despite the carefree expression she often had; but to see such fear at the time of her revival meant that she must have been shaken to the core in a way she could not yet understand. Sometimes she thought she could see that harrowed experience as her glimmered blue again. “Mind me asking,” Jenosa said, “what compelled a good doctor like you to dabble in the black market section of this planet? Especially when you know I wouldn't mind helping you.” “I'm sorry,” Alana apologized, “but...let's just say a lot of curiosity was biting at me very badly. There was some...data I wanted to get looked over discretely by someone of a different field.” “You couldn't be patient enough to wait until I was back.” “I thought I could handle fine by myself.” “Looks like you did,” Jenosa commented. “I KILLED someone. Someone who insisted on knowing what I scanned the data from...and...and.” “You got cornered, and then panicked,” finished Jenosa, showing a very sympathetic smile, one that surprised Alana. “Yeah,” she nodded. “Well,” Jenosa said with a knowing smile, “Can't undo what's done. Now let's go; I bet something sweet will get your mind off of things.” When they got out of the more dangerous, run down section of the city, Jenosa typed up a message on portable pad she had. Feeling satisfied after she had gotten a few details from Alana, she sent it. ----- A message had been sent to Travis an anonymous person:
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Oct 30 2010, 08:18 PM Post #6 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Travis..huh, well if this isn't interesting?" Constantine's elder tone echoed through the cabin. "What is?" "Well, I just recieved this message... and it's origins are from Durendel." "On Planet Hunroth... and what's so important about it? Is it about her?" His attention seemed to immediately jump at the mention of Durendel. Had they processed her remains that quickly? "Well.. that's the thing, it doesn't originate from the offices of the coroner. It's from a private connection, Travis." Now this is where he truly became interested as well as wary. Only a few people knew how to directly send such messages to the Arctic Storm outside of the Galactic Federation and the Hunter's Guild... and he knew it couldn't be any of the people he had in mind, especially not -her-... So who was it? "Constantine, mind if you bring it up?" "Ehm... certainly. Curiosity eats away at you I see, as it does I."
"........." The cockpit was dead silent for quite sometime before he finally uttered a response. "Constantine, alter our course please. We're going back to Hunroth." "I can't really blame you on that point, friend, knowing you as I do." Constantine's mouth would have curled into a grin if he had been displaying his image. Taking time to respond, the hunter's reply found it's way back far quicker then he would be arriving at the planet.
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| +CEMP+ | Oct 31 2010, 02:46 PM Post #7 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa chuckled at the quick response from Travis, thought that would get your attention. She sent her response quickly to Travis:
Hopefully, Travis would be able to help solve her own little mystery --------------- While Jenosa had her own mystery, the Federation had their own. A recent chain of incidents that both occurred in both the wealthy and impoverished sections of Durendel, one involving an explosion and another a gang fight, revealed that advanced alien technology had been in use. In fact, it appeared to be chozo related, and further investigation revealed that someone was attempting to sell this tech on the black market. Already having suffered civilian casualties from the past incident, the Federation Bureau took a large concern and decided to look into the matter. Further more, the Federation wanted to have security in the city tightened, and as a result, most of the troopers were on guard where ever they could be. Hence, wanting to keep the over all security tight, but knowing that investigations into these kind of matters could be very dangerous to human investigators, hired some mercenaries and bounty hunters to help. Without being to conspicuous, the Federation gave the hunters the details of the situation, but made sure to look into each hunter's resume so as to weed out any possible backstabbers or opportunists. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Oct 31 2010, 08:12 PM Post #8 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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Durendel was still quite the view. Travis carefully guided the Arctic Storm into a small, single-ship hangar at the Jolly Jay Spaceport. His mind was burning to know the mysteries behind that message. Especially the user that sent it.... Long Live the Dead. His mind continued to spin as he descended... it couldn't be... Could it? The ramp opened as the ship gave out a hissing sound due to the engines shutting down, and out walked the very image of a handsome man. His bangs came across his forehead in a bit, and a black leather jacket draped his form. Underneath he wore a white teeshirt and some blue jeans, showing a bit of his muscular form and some black federation military boots, giving him a bit of an edge and heft in his step. And if one looked close enough, you could see the slight bulge of a Federation standard pistol. For a moment he reached for his sunglasses, but stopped upon leaving the hangar when he noticed the heavy federation troop presence just outside the secured doors. Dark shades drew attention from authorities, and while he didn't mind it, there was no point here. (Huh... I should've checked the news...) Travis thought to himself, running a hand through his hair. He checked a device underneath his right sleeve, and satisfied he pulled the leather back over it. After taking an elevator down to the ground floor, he made his way over to the door and out onto the streets. Thankfully, from this distance the 66th block wasn't too far and in walking distance. Travis let out a whistle; he had to admit, this city looked nice in the evening, even if the forecast was for rain later that night. ------------- Heads turned as the door of the Haven Cafe chimed and a young man strode in, where he was greeted, waited on and bought some raspberry tea and some home fries. Travis sat and waited, enjoying his light meal at a corner booth table (the kind he knew from earth with the nice seats) sitting near a far window, giving a very nice overlook of a more peaceful area of the city. Edited by Deadly Aim, Oct 31 2010, 08:14 PM.
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Nov 1 2010, 02:04 AM Post #9 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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OOC: Post deleted. I've decided to withdraw from this RP.
Edited by Bloody Pom, Nov 19 2010, 06:00 PM.
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"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company![]() ![]()
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| ~Alissa~ | Nov 1 2010, 07:58 PM Post #10 |
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Alissa threw herself into the pilot’s seat rather annoyed as she started the start up sequence. It seems security on the little dust bawl of a planet was much higher than she had been told when she departed, and though it was true that the person she was to make the delivery too had been expecting her, they had failed to alert the locals. Which had meant a good deal of time spent waiting while her credentials were checked, the credentials of the person who had sent the package were checked, and the recipient was asked twice if they were expecting Alissa, once they were asked if they were expecting Alissa, which they were not because the two of them had never met, the second time they were asked if they were expecting a package, which at last ended the whole exchange. The delay had made her late and the client had tried to back out on payment. In the end it had been deemed all a “break down in communication”. When she got back to the ship there was a message waiting, pulling it up she looked it over quietly a few times.
Alissa looked at the message quietly a bit while the ship finished its pre flight checks, government made her nervous, too much power, and too many people for any one to know what was really going on. But this seemed fairly strait forward, track down some smugglers, find some dangerous technology. Add to that the attractive prospect of being able to take out her current frustration on said criminals. “Computer….relay acceptance of the contract to the federation, and set course for Hunroth” :: there was a tone indicating that the commands had been accepted. Alissa leaned back in the seat and strapped in before powering up the ships atmospheric engines, the sub-lights were coming online as well. Clearing the controlled airspace in a hurry Alissa made for the cool darkness of space before activating the engines. “jump in 3..2..1…” and once more the ship would peel its self across the galaxy one length more, Alissa thought to her self as the ship continue to streak through the endless night that she might look into getting the ship retrofitted with something a little more flexible. The jump drive was effective but she found herself still pushing on a lot of the time at sub-light speeds. Either way with the auto pilot engaged she stood from the seat and stretched before moving back to her living quarters to kill some time till she reached her destination. |
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