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Introduction
It is the year 2214. Technology, especially cybernetics has gotten far. The city of Daedalus is known for its high crime rate, murders, corrupt officials and illegals. people with illegal cybernetic modifications. Just recently there have been reports of ninjas, people with stealth modifications, killing several known people, most of them wealthy and company owners. Hacking is also a problem in Daedalus, since it is now possible to hack cyborgs as long as they dont have an organic brain. Hackings can lead to many things such as people committing crimes without wanting to, memories being wiped and even electronic suicides (the self destruction of a cyborg body). The police and some detective are working on a special case that is assumed to have something to do with most of the cybernetic crimes in Daedalus. A syndicate is behind the incidents, but the syndicates name and most of its members remain unknown. But as a policeman gets killed by a hacker, the case has been raised to a higher priority. Now it is up to a group of chosen individuals to investigate. These individuals are known for their expertise and their skills. They wont be so easy to kill and pose somewhat of a threat to the syndicate. They now have to deal with constant attacks and have declared personal war on the attackers.
Cybernetics: Cybernetics is the term for the mechanical and electronic parts that replace parts of the human body. There are five types of cybernetic parts:
Casual: Casual parts include simple limb replacements, integrated communications devices and medical replacements. Everyone has access to these and dont need any permission or license for these parts. The percentage of the population which have integrated telecommunications devices is about 60%. For cybernetic limbs it is about 25%.
Luxury/Media: These are parts for personal pleasure such as integrated music players, tv tuners, cybernet cards, color changing hair, holographic projectors, game consoles etc. While music players, cybernet cards and tv tuners belong to the less invasive parts, holographic screens and game consoles may require the replacement of organs with artificial ones, a new skeleton, synthetic skin, servo motors and so on. Most media and luxury parts are available without a license but the law requires a person to be at least 14 years of age to obtain these. Many people own at least one media part.
Service: Service parts include a calculating chip for store owners, built-in utensils, data storage enhancements, cybernet splitters, etc. The obtain these you have to go through a lot of bureaucracy and need to prove your area of employment. For data storage, only required for larger database capacity.
Special: Special parts are for example full body enhancements, alloyed skeletons, muscle replacements, replacing your brain for a computing system with data storage, identity changes etc. Special permission is required here. One condition to obtaining the permission is to have no crime record.
Military: Military grade parts are all weapons, artificial muscles with superhuman strength, artificial eyes far better than human eyes, targeting software, speed enhancements, hacking modules and so on. Only members of the military are allowed to have these. And getting these makes you permanent property of the government unless you are very trusted and prioritize public safety and good values.
Out of the cyborgs with military grade parts there are different classes:
Ninjas: Ninjas normally have camo modules, nightvision, one or two weapons (mostly just a knife and/or a silenced pistol). They are strong against most other classes except for runners and tanks since runners are extremely fast and tanks have such heavy armor that not even 0.50 cal sniper ammo can penetrate it.
Runners: Runners are probably the weakest in firepower of the military classes. Their only abilities are to run fast and react fast. They are mostly used to be messengers.
Hackers: Hackers hack the memory bases of their enemies to either control them, manipulate them, obtain information or even kill them. They have very fast processing units. Their weaknesses are people with organic brains and tanks as tanks are deemed unhackable.
Tanks: Only three tanks exist. They were military experiments. But as 90% of the tanks had to be killed due to losing their sanity, the projects were cancelled and the last tanks were put into the civilian society and belong to the most lawful members of it too. Tanks have two forms: a human form and a battle form. They have an arsenal of weaponry and superhuman strength. But their disadvantages are that they are no faster than humans and are very, very heavy. For them runners are unkillable and ninjas are hard to kill. Due to heavy armor they are only vulnerable to other tanks and very heavy weaponry. Tanks who arent of the original three are mostly cheaply modified and pose little threat to the originals while they are strong for other classes. Tanks have the ability to repair themselves by consuming metal parts, mostly cyborgs or androids.
Troopers: Troopers are the cybernetically enhanced soldiers of the military and possess better than human qualities such as they are faster, more durable and stronger than the average human, but only by a limited bit. They are good for allround combat and are the most common military grade cyborgs.
Medics: Medics have no special abilities else than repairing other cyborgs and typical doctor type duties.
Support: Supports normally just hang around at command centers and give the cyborgs outside intel. They have a higher calculation ability and can call up information from the cybernet within seconds.
Character sheet:
Name
Age
Gender
Race (Cyborg or Human)
Class (cyborgs only, tanks can only be of good alignment)
Occupation
Appearance
Clothing
Weapons
Modifications (cyborgs only)
Likes (optional)
Dislikes (optional)
Alignment (Good, evil or neutral)
Personality
Background
Cybernetics: Cybernetics is the term for the mechanical and electronic parts that replace parts of the human body. There are five types of cybernetic parts:
Casual: Casual parts include simple limb replacements, integrated communications devices and medical replacements. Everyone has access to these and dont need any permission or license for these parts. The percentage of the population which have integrated telecommunications devices is about 60%. For cybernetic limbs it is about 25%.
Luxury/Media: These are parts for personal pleasure such as integrated music players, tv tuners, cybernet cards, color changing hair, holographic projectors, game consoles etc. While music players, cybernet cards and tv tuners belong to the less invasive parts, holographic screens and game consoles may require the replacement of organs with artificial ones, a new skeleton, synthetic skin, servo motors and so on. Most media and luxury parts are available without a license but the law requires a person to be at least 14 years of age to obtain these. Many people own at least one media part.
Service: Service parts include a calculating chip for store owners, built-in utensils, data storage enhancements, cybernet splitters, etc. The obtain these you have to go through a lot of bureaucracy and need to prove your area of employment. For data storage, only required for larger database capacity.
Special: Special parts are for example full body enhancements, alloyed skeletons, muscle replacements, replacing your brain for a computing system with data storage, identity changes etc. Special permission is required here. One condition to obtaining the permission is to have no crime record.
Military: Military grade parts are all weapons, artificial muscles with superhuman strength, artificial eyes far better than human eyes, targeting software, speed enhancements, hacking modules and so on. Only members of the military are allowed to have these. And getting these makes you permanent property of the government unless you are very trusted and prioritize public safety and good values.
Out of the cyborgs with military grade parts there are different classes:
Ninjas: Ninjas normally have camo modules, nightvision, one or two weapons (mostly just a knife and/or a silenced pistol). They are strong against most other classes except for runners and tanks since runners are extremely fast and tanks have such heavy armor that not even 0.50 cal sniper ammo can penetrate it.
Runners: Runners are probably the weakest in firepower of the military classes. Their only abilities are to run fast and react fast. They are mostly used to be messengers.
Hackers: Hackers hack the memory bases of their enemies to either control them, manipulate them, obtain information or even kill them. They have very fast processing units. Their weaknesses are people with organic brains and tanks as tanks are deemed unhackable.
Tanks: Only three tanks exist. They were military experiments. But as 90% of the tanks had to be killed due to losing their sanity, the projects were cancelled and the last tanks were put into the civilian society and belong to the most lawful members of it too. Tanks have two forms: a human form and a battle form. They have an arsenal of weaponry and superhuman strength. But their disadvantages are that they are no faster than humans and are very, very heavy. For them runners are unkillable and ninjas are hard to kill. Due to heavy armor they are only vulnerable to other tanks and very heavy weaponry. Tanks who arent of the original three are mostly cheaply modified and pose little threat to the originals while they are strong for other classes. Tanks have the ability to repair themselves by consuming metal parts, mostly cyborgs or androids.
Troopers: Troopers are the cybernetically enhanced soldiers of the military and possess better than human qualities such as they are faster, more durable and stronger than the average human, but only by a limited bit. They are good for allround combat and are the most common military grade cyborgs.
Medics: Medics have no special abilities else than repairing other cyborgs and typical doctor type duties.
Support: Supports normally just hang around at command centers and give the cyborgs outside intel. They have a higher calculation ability and can call up information from the cybernet within seconds.
Character sheet:
Name
Age
Gender
Race (Cyborg or Human)
Class (cyborgs only, tanks can only be of good alignment)
Occupation
Appearance
Clothing
Weapons
Modifications (cyborgs only)
Likes (optional)
Dislikes (optional)
Alignment (Good, evil or neutral)
Personality
Background
Rules
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There can be only three tanks. All of them HAVE to have a good alignment.
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There can be only three tanks. All of them HAVE to have a good alignment.
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Kranor Tayson played by dudedude889
"People will not accept that war is imminent. People just want to believe everything is okay. But no, nothing is okay. Peace is the calm, and war is the storm. Class do you get that?"
Chris Black played by Rill
"Right, the sooner we get the job done, the sooner we can go an' get pissed!"
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OOC Notes
It was dark outside and a number of men stood in front of a club, all dressed up in suits. A brown haired woman in a dress shirt, black suit pants and a loosely worn black tie walked towards the club. A black collar with the belt like fastener worn to the front and her hair was tied into a pony tail. She also wore an open trench coat. The tall woman had a cigarette in her mouth and walked up to the men. "Is your boss in?" She said. Then a bulky man answered: "Yes. What does a twerp like you want from him?" "My name is Ishtar Vallesia. I am authorized to arrest your boss. I could also bring him in dead if he resists arrest." The woman said. The men started to laugh at the woman. Ishtar sighed and said: "We can do this the easy way or the hard way but I am not in the mood for a fight." "Ha! Like you can do anything against us! We are going to have fun with you!" The man then reached out towards Ishtars chest but then Ishtar grabbed his hand. The man tried to pull his hand free but it was like his hand was cemented into the sidewalk. The man then tried to punch Ishtar but she then caught it and began to crush it. "I am not going to repeat myself. But if you are not willing to cooperate then I will have to hurt you." Ishtar said. She then immediately closed her hand with ease, crushing the mans hand as if it was crushed by a quick trash compressor. The man screamed and yelled: "Kill her." A man took out a pistol and shot at her but to not effect. She seemed like she was as hard as the armor of war machinery. Ishtar actually is war machinery, only one out of three cyborgs who are like that.
She walked towards the man with the pistol and tore the pistol out of his hand then crumbling it like a piece of paper. Ishtar then grabbed the man by his neck and snapped it single handed. "You asked for it." She said. When she turned back to the door, an inhumanly large man stood there with his bare torso showing (so without a shirt). His eyes glowed red and he said in a metallic voice: "I can handle her!" He snapped his left hand off and his arm split apart in two panels revealing a machine gun. He then fired the machine gun aiming for Ishtars head. He fired until he was out of ammo. But as the smoke cleared he seemed shocked. Ishtar was still in one piece, just the skin on the right side of her face had come off revealing metal with a red eye. "You will need more firepower to damage me. Its now my turn." She said and jumped into the air. Right as she was over the man, her weight reduction module shut off, making her land on him with a weigh of nine tonnes. As she got off of him, he tried to get up with heavy damage though. But Ishtar then first tore his machine gun arm off then she stabbed her hand through the back of his head and out the front destroying the face. She then pulled her hand back out with a number of cables in her hand. "Cheap metal." She commented and went inside.
She headed through the club and upstairs to the bosses office. "You are under arrest and have no chance in a fight. I already took out your bodyguard illegal." Ishtar said. The boss of the gang let himself be arrested without resistance and she took him to the next police station. Meanwhile her artificial skin had regenerated back over her metal face. Lighting another cigarette, she sat down and was applauded by the police captain. "Well done. You got another criminal. Why dont you just join the force?" He said. Then Ishtar answered: "Because I am more comfortable to be self-employed, only having the government come to me for jobs like these."
She walked towards the man with the pistol and tore the pistol out of his hand then crumbling it like a piece of paper. Ishtar then grabbed the man by his neck and snapped it single handed. "You asked for it." She said. When she turned back to the door, an inhumanly large man stood there with his bare torso showing (so without a shirt). His eyes glowed red and he said in a metallic voice: "I can handle her!" He snapped his left hand off and his arm split apart in two panels revealing a machine gun. He then fired the machine gun aiming for Ishtars head. He fired until he was out of ammo. But as the smoke cleared he seemed shocked. Ishtar was still in one piece, just the skin on the right side of her face had come off revealing metal with a red eye. "You will need more firepower to damage me. Its now my turn." She said and jumped into the air. Right as she was over the man, her weight reduction module shut off, making her land on him with a weigh of nine tonnes. As she got off of him, he tried to get up with heavy damage though. But Ishtar then first tore his machine gun arm off then she stabbed her hand through the back of his head and out the front destroying the face. She then pulled her hand back out with a number of cables in her hand. "Cheap metal." She commented and went inside.
She headed through the club and upstairs to the bosses office. "You are under arrest and have no chance in a fight. I already took out your bodyguard illegal." Ishtar said. The boss of the gang let himself be arrested without resistance and she took him to the next police station. Meanwhile her artificial skin had regenerated back over her metal face. Lighting another cigarette, she sat down and was applauded by the police captain. "Well done. You got another criminal. Why dont you just join the force?" He said. Then Ishtar answered: "Because I am more comfortable to be self-employed, only having the government come to me for jobs like these."
OOC Notes
"RIGHT, Ye Barstards!"
The tall, muscular brute growled, glaring around at the gathered patrons of this seedy bar with smouldering red eyes,
"Ye 'ave exactly ten second tae tell me where yer boss is before I burn this place tae the ground and stitch the twelve of ye together like some sort of centipede."
Chris Black grinned wolfishly and folded his massive arms accross a broad chest,
"One..."
The assorted dozen thugs glanced at one another, and then began to slowly produce an assortment of weapons, from tyre iorns and bike chains to handguns,
"Two..."
The henchmen began to close in on the Bounty Hunter from all sides, weapons at the ready...
"Ten!"
Blacks arms flew out to either side of his body, each of his large, gloved hands now held a somewhat oversized machine gun, there was a breif chorus of curses from the gathered thugs and a scuffle to get out of the way, before the Bounty Hunter opend fire!
A torrent of slugs tore through the taverns ambience as Black sprayed in all directions, punching holes in the cheap plaster walls, shattering the bottles and glasses stored behind the bar and eviscerating everyone not quick, or clever enough to dive under a table.
As the smoke cleared a miniute later, four men lay dead in slowly spreading pools of their own blood and the entire bar interior was shot to hell and riddled with bullet holes;
Spinning his weapons, Black rammed them back down into their holsters and strode accross the taverns ancient, stained planking towards the rickety staircase situated in the corner on the room.
No one moved to stop the Bounty Hunter as the stomped up the steps, strode down a small, dank, deserted corridoor and kicked the door at the end clean off its hinges, before striding into the room beyond.
A sot rang out, and Black staggered as a slug punched a hole the size of a fist through his chest...
The Bounty Hunter looked down at the wound... Then slowly back up at the rooms single inhabitant, grinning.
"Ye see lad, that's why I don't wear a shirt."
The small, rat faced man holding a smoking revolver in one hand, began to back up as Black strode forward, untill the wall at his back halted him.
The Hunter's grin widend.
"Nowhere tae run lil man, course, ye could always try tae shoot me again..."
He glanced down at the wound in his chest once more, that was even now begining to close.
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With a roar of engines, a large Harley Davidson Motorcycle pulled up outside the Police Station, a moment later, the doors swung open and Chris Black strod in, the gagged, tussed up form of the man from the Taverns upstairs room slung casually over one shoulder.
"Evenin' Officer,"
Black growled, dumping his prize down unceremoniously down on the desk,
"Chris Black turnin' in Freddy the Ferret, little shite though 'e could jump bail on my bond."
The Bounty Hunter struck a match on his rough, stubbled chin and lit the cigar protruding crom the corner of his mouth,
"See 'e gets a nice cosey cell, an' if he jumps bail again, I'll squirt another barstard intae his mother."
The Police Officer on duty could onle nod dumbly at the sight of the towering, hulking Biker before her as Black truned on his heel and strode towards the exit, big boots clumping over the highly polished floor as he went.
The tall, muscular brute growled, glaring around at the gathered patrons of this seedy bar with smouldering red eyes,
"Ye 'ave exactly ten second tae tell me where yer boss is before I burn this place tae the ground and stitch the twelve of ye together like some sort of centipede."
Chris Black grinned wolfishly and folded his massive arms accross a broad chest,
"One..."
The assorted dozen thugs glanced at one another, and then began to slowly produce an assortment of weapons, from tyre iorns and bike chains to handguns,
"Two..."
The henchmen began to close in on the Bounty Hunter from all sides, weapons at the ready...
"Ten!"
Blacks arms flew out to either side of his body, each of his large, gloved hands now held a somewhat oversized machine gun, there was a breif chorus of curses from the gathered thugs and a scuffle to get out of the way, before the Bounty Hunter opend fire!
A torrent of slugs tore through the taverns ambience as Black sprayed in all directions, punching holes in the cheap plaster walls, shattering the bottles and glasses stored behind the bar and eviscerating everyone not quick, or clever enough to dive under a table.
As the smoke cleared a miniute later, four men lay dead in slowly spreading pools of their own blood and the entire bar interior was shot to hell and riddled with bullet holes;
Spinning his weapons, Black rammed them back down into their holsters and strode accross the taverns ancient, stained planking towards the rickety staircase situated in the corner on the room.
No one moved to stop the Bounty Hunter as the stomped up the steps, strode down a small, dank, deserted corridoor and kicked the door at the end clean off its hinges, before striding into the room beyond.
A sot rang out, and Black staggered as a slug punched a hole the size of a fist through his chest...
The Bounty Hunter looked down at the wound... Then slowly back up at the rooms single inhabitant, grinning.
"Ye see lad, that's why I don't wear a shirt."
The small, rat faced man holding a smoking revolver in one hand, began to back up as Black strode forward, untill the wall at his back halted him.
The Hunter's grin widend.
"Nowhere tae run lil man, course, ye could always try tae shoot me again..."
He glanced down at the wound in his chest once more, that was even now begining to close.
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With a roar of engines, a large Harley Davidson Motorcycle pulled up outside the Police Station, a moment later, the doors swung open and Chris Black strod in, the gagged, tussed up form of the man from the Taverns upstairs room slung casually over one shoulder.
"Evenin' Officer,"
Black growled, dumping his prize down unceremoniously down on the desk,
"Chris Black turnin' in Freddy the Ferret, little shite though 'e could jump bail on my bond."
The Bounty Hunter struck a match on his rough, stubbled chin and lit the cigar protruding crom the corner of his mouth,
"See 'e gets a nice cosey cell, an' if he jumps bail again, I'll squirt another barstard intae his mother."
The Police Officer on duty could onle nod dumbly at the sight of the towering, hulking Biker before her as Black truned on his heel and strode towards the exit, big boots clumping over the highly polished floor as he went.
OOC Notes
Ishtar saw a muscular man bring in a man. As the man was back on his way out, Ishtar thought he would maybe have some modifications. She exhaled the smoke from the cigarette. While putting the cigarette out, she said: "Hey bud, I bet ya have some modifications. If they are not civilian then may I see your registration pass? I am authorized by the feds to do this kind of procedure and bring in illegals. We dont want any criminals around here and we dont need anyone workin on the wrong side." Ishtar stood up and inspected the man. "You a bounty hunter eh?"
OOC Notes
Kranor Tayson races through the door of the Police Department. He had his casual clothes on, but he took of his hat, and threw it at a police man. The Police Man caught the hat, but while that he didn't look in front, so he almost ran into a muscular man. Kranor stopped quickly before he hit the man. "Holy. Crap. Sorry. I'm late, sorry 'bout that too," Kranor said as he sat down on a chair.
"So, who's this guy?" Kranor asked, "Is he just some dude, asking for help? 'cuz I could help him."
"So, who's this guy?" Kranor asked, "Is he just some dude, asking for help? 'cuz I could help him."
OOC Notes
Terrence Walker
Terrence rested his arms on the railing of the second floor of the nightclub. Down below him, he could see a see of people covered in multicolored lights what flashed down from the ceiling. It was close to midnight, and yet the dance floor was still packed with people, mostly young, dancing crazily. He could smell the haze of alcohol that rested in the air. Slightly sweet, from the many tropical and frilly drinks the lower bar served. He watched the dancers, he could hear no music, but he was sure they could. The upper level was for VIP’s and meetings, so the owner had bought something that stopped the noise from flowing between the two area. Something about deconstructive interference with the sound waves. Terrence didn’t remember how it worked, it had been a long time since his last physics class. Thinking, he pushed back his right sleeve and checked the digital clock that was embedded into his right arm. Twenty three fifty five, it was about that time again.
He pushed himself back from the railing and turned around, the VIP floor was empty tonight. The boss was out, at some meeting and wouldn’t be back for a few days. He had left Terrence in charge of security for the building and Roy, the VIP bar tender in charge of the business side. Terrence walked across the hardwood floor, past the comfortable chairs and coffee table. As he approached the bar, he loosened his tie a little and unbuttoned the top of his shirt then sat down at the bar. Roy saw him coming and was leaning on the opposite side of it by the time Terrence had sat down. “You know, the boss doesn’t like it when you drink on the job.” Roy said playfully. “Well, he can fire me then.” Terrence said with a melancholy laugh. Roy had also been somewhat “forced” into working for their boss, so him and Terrence held some comradery.
Roy let out a knowing laugh. He was a few years younger than Terrence and still had some spunk left. “What’ll it be then?” Terrence responded dryly “A glass and a bottle of vodka.” Roy put down a glass he had been cleaning. “What’s the occasion?” Terrence motioned his head at the old clock above the bar. “It’s my daughter's birthday in three minuets.” The words came out sounding distant. “Oh…” Roy responded softly. The boss had let Terrence’s past slip one night at a party. Roy pushed himself off the bar then quickly came back with a bottle and two glasses. He poured some of the liquor into each glass, then sat one down in front of Terrence. Roy lifted up his, “To hard liquor.” Terrence let out a small grin, then lifted up his and clicked it against Roy’s. “To hard liquor.” He said softly, bringing the glass to his lips. Then he tilted his head back and let the liquid slide down his throat just as the clock turned midnight.
OOC Notes
"You a bounty hunter eh?"
Chris Black raised an eyebrow at the small woman in front of him, and grinned,
"Aye Lass, I'm a Bounty Hunter, that's why I'm standin' in a Police Station... An' Dinnae ask me fer a pass As I swapped it fer a Motorhead CD about five years ago now."
The big man flashed a wolfish smile,
"An' how about ye? Mabey I should ask ye fer a pass...."
The Bounty Hunter paused as another, small, person nearly ran straight into him,
"Bloody 'ell it's all go today..!"
Black remarked, dryly,
"Nay lad, I don't need help..."
He clamped a pair of large hands down on the shoulders of the boy and the girl,
"Ye pair seem very chatty fer a couple of Tanks, aye I ken what ye are... You two an' item? Names Chris Black, best Bounty Hunter this side O' the Solar System, an ye are..?"
Chris Black raised an eyebrow at the small woman in front of him, and grinned,
"Aye Lass, I'm a Bounty Hunter, that's why I'm standin' in a Police Station... An' Dinnae ask me fer a pass As I swapped it fer a Motorhead CD about five years ago now."
The big man flashed a wolfish smile,
"An' how about ye? Mabey I should ask ye fer a pass...."
The Bounty Hunter paused as another, small, person nearly ran straight into him,
"Bloody 'ell it's all go today..!"
Black remarked, dryly,
"Nay lad, I don't need help..."
He clamped a pair of large hands down on the shoulders of the boy and the girl,
"Ye pair seem very chatty fer a couple of Tanks, aye I ken what ye are... You two an' item? Names Chris Black, best Bounty Hunter this side O' the Solar System, an ye are..?"
OOC Notes
"You are right that we are tanks but we tanks are never in the mood to fight even though we were modified to be nearly unstoppable. My names Ishtar Vallesia and since you do not have a pass on you I will have to talk to some authorities about you to make sure you are 'legal'. Or would you rather have me take out a bunch of forms and make you a new pass. It would cost two credits because of money for the materials. I do this for nearly no profit while the gov asks for a 450 credits that not everyone can afford. But you want to see mine?" Ishtar said. She took out a badge saying Ministry of Cybernetics: Division: Criminal Investigation Bureau, Agent Ishtar Vallesia. "Although I am a self-employed detective, what this badge is, is my other job." Then she heard a policeman talk: "Ishtar Vallesia? Ishtar, as in Project Ishtar? I lost my wife to the tank projects! And when she lost her mind, you killed her! You showed no emotions whatsoever! You are an emotionless monster! I have seen what you guys are capable of. You can destroy a battalion within minutes! You guys arent human anymore..." "Shut up! You dont know anything about me! I wish I was normal again but the process cannot be reversed!" Ishtar yelled at the policeman with tears running down her cheeks. At least they modified her so that she could still show emotions. "I aint emotionless! I just get extremely bored. Everyone judges you because you are a tank and then you barely have friends! Thats how it is!" Ishtar hated it when people thought that they knew the personalities of tanks. But because tanks still had free will and personalities is why the tank projects were cancelled in the first place. Tanks never really wanted to fight or avoided fights unless it was really necessary, or at least the "successful" project. The unsuccessful projects went insane, always wanted to fight and couldnt tell the difference between friend and foe. Thats why the "successful" projects saw it necessary to destroy the "unsuccessful" ones.
OOC Notes
Black snorted loudly and waved a large hand dismissively,
"Ach away with ye Lassie, I don't need some scrap o' paper tae say what I am,"
He grinned his large, wolfish grin,
"Would I really be standin' in a Police Station an' collecting Bounties if I was an illegal...?"
The Bounty Hunter raised an eyebrow at the little womans outburst following an accusation from a passing Police Officer and tilted his head to one side as the tears started streaming don her face.
"There, there, lass."
He muttered, patting her awkwardly on the shoulder with one large hand,
"Dinnae fash yerself over other peoples opinions... I don't, an' I stand out a tad more in a crowd!"
The big man grinned and winked a glowing red eye, before jerking a thumb over his shoulder,
"Got the bike outside an' a Bounty to collect across town, why not come with? Always find a good hunt cheers me up when I'm down, followed by a good smoke an' a drink or ten, o' course!"
"Ach away with ye Lassie, I don't need some scrap o' paper tae say what I am,"
He grinned his large, wolfish grin,
"Would I really be standin' in a Police Station an' collecting Bounties if I was an illegal...?"
The Bounty Hunter raised an eyebrow at the little womans outburst following an accusation from a passing Police Officer and tilted his head to one side as the tears started streaming don her face.
"There, there, lass."
He muttered, patting her awkwardly on the shoulder with one large hand,
"Dinnae fash yerself over other peoples opinions... I don't, an' I stand out a tad more in a crowd!"
The big man grinned and winked a glowing red eye, before jerking a thumb over his shoulder,
"Got the bike outside an' a Bounty to collect across town, why not come with? Always find a good hunt cheers me up when I'm down, followed by a good smoke an' a drink or ten, o' course!"
OOC Notes
Kranor looks at his watch and said, "Damn, I gotta go. Mondays, night classes. Bye, Ishtar."
The Police man threw his cap back at him. Kranor caught it, then said, "Thanks."
He started to run out the door and nearly hit a taxi that was driving by. He flagged it and off he went to his night class.
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"Okay class, who thinks war is imminent?" Kranor asked his class, while only oe hand goeas up, "Well, the reason that I think war is imminent is that, illegals are everywhere. I think they might cause a rally and this city will end up a fighting grounds, between good guys, like me, and bad guys, like some outlaws."
Kranor teached his Current Events class then an hour later he left the school.
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Finally, I'm home. That was a long class. I guess they still don't understand. Kranor thought.
He walked to his fridge and opened it, he realized he wasn't hungry, so he walked to his room and toppled on to his bed. He fell asleep.
The Police man threw his cap back at him. Kranor caught it, then said, "Thanks."
He started to run out the door and nearly hit a taxi that was driving by. He flagged it and off he went to his night class.
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"Okay class, who thinks war is imminent?" Kranor asked his class, while only oe hand goeas up, "Well, the reason that I think war is imminent is that, illegals are everywhere. I think they might cause a rally and this city will end up a fighting grounds, between good guys, like me, and bad guys, like some outlaws."
Kranor teached his Current Events class then an hour later he left the school.
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Finally, I'm home. That was a long class. I guess they still don't understand. Kranor thought.
He walked to his fridge and opened it, he realized he wasn't hungry, so he walked to his room and toppled on to his bed. He fell asleep.
OOC Notes
Ishtar slowly got a hold of herself and then got back to work. She sat still as if she was a statue. But she was really calling the cybernetics investigation headquarter to see if this Chris Black was authorized to have non-civilian modifications. "Hello. Ishtar Vallesia here. I need some information about a Chris Black. Please tell me he has legal modifications that are registered." Ishtar said over the telecommunications module. Then a female voice answered: "Do you have an image of this man?" "I will send it over immediately." Ishtar replied then uploading an image that she had just caught of Chris. Then the female voice said: "Although he isnt the most unnoticeable person, his modifications are registered. Does he not have a pass?" "He said he traded it for a CD." Ishtar answered. After a short pause the female voice said: "Can you make sure you notify him that if he has a pass that he shouldnt do anything as stupid as that with it?" "Will do. Have a nice day." Ishtar said and hung up. She noticed that Kranor was gone. It was time for her to go home.
At home, she layed down on a reinforced bed. It was reinforced since her weight reduction module shut off during standby mode. Although she didnt need sleep, she still did it to feel more human and because she easily got bored if she didnt have anything to do at night. TV was crap anyways. It was now: lay still for eight hours in standby mode then find something to do. It was Saturday tomorrow which meant no work unless it was an emergency.
At home, she layed down on a reinforced bed. It was reinforced since her weight reduction module shut off during standby mode. Although she didnt need sleep, she still did it to feel more human and because she easily got bored if she didnt have anything to do at night. TV was crap anyways. It was now: lay still for eight hours in standby mode then find something to do. It was Saturday tomorrow which meant no work unless it was an emergency.
OOC Notes
Terrence Walker
Terrence opened his eyes. Pulling his face up from the counter, he looked around. On the bar in front of him, there were several empty bottles and a single empty glass. The VIP room was completely empty except for him, and most of the lights were turned off. He reckoned that it must be the next morning. Scratching the back of his head, he cursed under his breath. He was perfectly awake, no dull pain in his head, no nagging pulse in his neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he had actually had a hangover. These damn “improvements” had robbed him of the feeling. He looked at the clock, it was nearly noon. As he got up, he noticed a note from Roy. “Be back before opening, hold down the fort for me till then.” Terrence crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash. Guess he wouldn’t be going back to his apartment today. He frowned, it was probably a good thing. This being Lillea’s birthday, he would probably just end up digging her photo out of the closet. Lillea….. Terrence spotted a little liquid left in one of the bottle that was strung about the bar where he had been sitting. He grabbed and took a swing, then he walked out of the VIP room.
Later, he had taken a shower and gotten a fresh suit. The club ritzy back apartment where the boss sometimes stayed. After eating, Terrence went down onto the first floor and sat on one of the large round couches. The entire place was still empty, the only light coming from some small windows that were near the roof of the high ceiling. Terrence tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling. After a while he drifted off to sleep again, having missed so much last night. His dreams were filled with visions of his family.
OOC Notes
"Bloody nosey Detectives..."
Chris Black growled to himself as he mounted his Motorcycle outside the Police Station and kicked the engine into life, before taking off down the road at high speed.
Hlaf a mile later, Black grinned boradly to himself, enjoying the feel of the wind in his hair and the roar of the bikes engine, overhead, the congested sky traffic hovered, but down here at street level, the roads were almost empty,
Old fashioned methords of travel still had their advantages.
Half an hour later, The Bounty Hunter pulled his hog to a stop and dissmounted, he was back in the seedy, rough side of town, the buildings run down and dillapidated, windows boardes up, somewhere in the distance a dog barked and sirens could be heard.
Stomping up a short flight of stone steps, Black pushed open the door to his apartment building and went inside.
The block was deserted, the other tennants having all strangely chosen to move out almost as soon as Black had moved in, as Chris climbed the stairs to his top floor room, kicked the door open, switched on the light and lay down on the bed.
Crossing his large booted feet and folding his hands behind his head Black took a moment to enjoy the cigar still clenched in his teeth, then spoke up.
"Why not come out where I can see yeh?"
There was a pause, then a figure detatched itself from the wall behind the door and stepped forward, its face hidden by the brim of a hat and the upturned collar of its coat.
"I hear you made an impressive collar today, Mr Black."
The Bounty Hunter grinned,
"Aye laddie, t'was nothing, now, ye 'ave exactly ten seconds tae tell me what yer doin' in me 'ouse before I tear off yer arms an' feed 'em tae ye!"
The figure did not move,
"I bring a message from our mutral freinds, the ones who take a slightly more 'hands on' approach to your freinds at the Station."
Black raised an eyebrow,
"Oh aye, an' what do the Syndicate want now?!"
"It is wise not to speak that name too loudly,"
The figure cautioned, Black snorted,
"My associates are eager to talk to a Scientist by the name of Dr. Phillip Jones, he was been doing some work on illegale implants and has gone to ground from the Police, the Syndicate would like you to find him and bring him to me at the usual address."
Black grinned,
"Ach nay problem son, my usual fee?"
"Of course, one thousand credits, half half the sum has already entered your account, the other half when the job is done... I hear the Police are only offering a two hundred credit Bounty for this man."
"Ha!"
Black chuckled,
"He's as good as yers, now if ye'll excuse me, a man needs his sleep, close the door on yer way out!"
Chris Black growled to himself as he mounted his Motorcycle outside the Police Station and kicked the engine into life, before taking off down the road at high speed.
Hlaf a mile later, Black grinned boradly to himself, enjoying the feel of the wind in his hair and the roar of the bikes engine, overhead, the congested sky traffic hovered, but down here at street level, the roads were almost empty,
Old fashioned methords of travel still had their advantages.
Half an hour later, The Bounty Hunter pulled his hog to a stop and dissmounted, he was back in the seedy, rough side of town, the buildings run down and dillapidated, windows boardes up, somewhere in the distance a dog barked and sirens could be heard.
Stomping up a short flight of stone steps, Black pushed open the door to his apartment building and went inside.
The block was deserted, the other tennants having all strangely chosen to move out almost as soon as Black had moved in, as Chris climbed the stairs to his top floor room, kicked the door open, switched on the light and lay down on the bed.
Crossing his large booted feet and folding his hands behind his head Black took a moment to enjoy the cigar still clenched in his teeth, then spoke up.
"Why not come out where I can see yeh?"
There was a pause, then a figure detatched itself from the wall behind the door and stepped forward, its face hidden by the brim of a hat and the upturned collar of its coat.
"I hear you made an impressive collar today, Mr Black."
The Bounty Hunter grinned,
"Aye laddie, t'was nothing, now, ye 'ave exactly ten seconds tae tell me what yer doin' in me 'ouse before I tear off yer arms an' feed 'em tae ye!"
The figure did not move,
"I bring a message from our mutral freinds, the ones who take a slightly more 'hands on' approach to your freinds at the Station."
Black raised an eyebrow,
"Oh aye, an' what do the Syndicate want now?!"
"It is wise not to speak that name too loudly,"
The figure cautioned, Black snorted,
"My associates are eager to talk to a Scientist by the name of Dr. Phillip Jones, he was been doing some work on illegale implants and has gone to ground from the Police, the Syndicate would like you to find him and bring him to me at the usual address."
Black grinned,
"Ach nay problem son, my usual fee?"
"Of course, one thousand credits, half half the sum has already entered your account, the other half when the job is done... I hear the Police are only offering a two hundred credit Bounty for this man."
"Ha!"
Black chuckled,
"He's as good as yers, now if ye'll excuse me, a man needs his sleep, close the door on yer way out!"
OOC Notes
After eight hours standby mode, Ishtar opened her eyes. It was morning. She went down to change and put on a tank top and a pair of gloves. She wore the pants from yesterday. Lighting a cigarette, she headed outside. Ishtar lived in a suburban neighborhood about 20 minutes by train from the city. Today she had off, no work. Just enjoy the sun have a drink and meet up with friends. She wondered if she should meet up with Kranor. She tried to call him then. What should she say? Hi Kranor! Wanna go on a date and have some good private time? She didnt want to make it that obvious.
OOC Notes
After eight hours standby mode shut off, and Kranor jumped off his bed. He went to a window and looked outside. He then walked to his step in closet. He took a look and found what he wanted to wear, a green suit, with a green tie, and a green pinstripe Fedora. He put it on an went and sat on a chair, thinking of what to do next, Should I call Ishtar? Or just go around town to help people? I'll go with Ishtar. How long has it been since we tallked? Years, I guess.
Kranor went to the phone and called Ishtar, waiting for her to pick up.
Kranor went to the phone and called Ishtar, waiting for her to pick up.
OOC Notes
Morning had broken, the sun clearing the towering rooftops of the city skyline and bathing the streets in the light of a new day.
In a small, dingey Alley way beside one of the citys many nightclubs, Weasel, a small, wiry little man who's cybernetic enhancements had elongated his facial features to look like that of his namesake, pushed himself off the wall and looked around,
Day had broken and he was a creature of the night, a street snitch and informant who sold information to the Police, the Syndicate and anyone else who would pay him.
He had spent the night lurking in this dingy Alleyway beside the Nivarna Nightclub, but now it was time for him to scurry home.
Weasel had only gone a few hurried paces when he walked straight into something solid, with a squeak, he looked up to see a large, grinning face framed with wild black hair staring down at him.
Chris Black winked one large, glowing eye,
"Mornin' Weasel!"
He greeted the little man, folding his large arms as he did so,
"In a hurry tae get back tae yer den, are ye?"
Weasel blinked and swallowed nervously,
"Mr Black... What a P...Plesant surprise, but I really must be going..!"
A large hand clamped down on Weasel's shoulder,
"What's the rush?"
The Bounty Hunter leered,
"I only want a few questions awnsered..."
In a small, dingey Alley way beside one of the citys many nightclubs, Weasel, a small, wiry little man who's cybernetic enhancements had elongated his facial features to look like that of his namesake, pushed himself off the wall and looked around,
Day had broken and he was a creature of the night, a street snitch and informant who sold information to the Police, the Syndicate and anyone else who would pay him.
He had spent the night lurking in this dingy Alleyway beside the Nivarna Nightclub, but now it was time for him to scurry home.
Weasel had only gone a few hurried paces when he walked straight into something solid, with a squeak, he looked up to see a large, grinning face framed with wild black hair staring down at him.
Chris Black winked one large, glowing eye,
"Mornin' Weasel!"
He greeted the little man, folding his large arms as he did so,
"In a hurry tae get back tae yer den, are ye?"
Weasel blinked and swallowed nervously,
"Mr Black... What a P...Plesant surprise, but I really must be going..!"
A large hand clamped down on Weasel's shoulder,
"What's the rush?"
The Bounty Hunter leered,
"I only want a few questions awnsered..."
OOC Notes
Then it rang in Ishtars head and Ishtar picked up. It was Kranor. "Hello. Its been a while. I just wanted to call you too. Do you feel like going o... I mean hanging around with me? There is a new shopping area downtown that is supposed to be nice with restaurants, cafes and stores. Dont worry about shopping or so. You should know that I am not the type of woman who likes to shop for useless pairs of shoes." While calling, Ishtar looked for something nice to wear, something that wouldnt make it look like Kranor was going out with a slob of a girl. She found a clean short sleeve white button up shirt and a short red plaid pleated skirt. She didnt find other shoes than combat boot or her usual suit shoes, so she decided to go barefoot. It was like she could injure herself anyways. She took off her collar and put on two nostalgic tattoo chokers, one sitting higher on her neck than the other. She also found a fitting armlet. She was just awaiting an answer from Kranor now.
OOC Notes
"I... I'm not even in the information business at the moment Chris, honest,"
Weasel babbled, holding up his hands and shaking his head,
Black snorted and produced a 50 credit chip that he then flipped to the cowardly informant.
"Start talkin' lad,"
The Bounty Hunter growled,
"I want everything ye know on a 'Dr Phillip Jones' I want a word with him."
Weasel twitched his snout and licked his lips, nervously,
"Well you see Chris, my memory is a little...Oooof!!"
The informant let out a loud gasp of pain as Blacks fist connected sharply with his mid-section, dropping the snitch to his knees.
"That was fifty bloody credits I just gave ye, lad,"
Black grated,
"No start earnin' yer pay before I start cuttin' bits off an' feeding them to ye!"
Weasel looked up at the Bounty Hunter with wide, fearful eyes, and started talking...
Weasel babbled, holding up his hands and shaking his head,
Black snorted and produced a 50 credit chip that he then flipped to the cowardly informant.
"Start talkin' lad,"
The Bounty Hunter growled,
"I want everything ye know on a 'Dr Phillip Jones' I want a word with him."
Weasel twitched his snout and licked his lips, nervously,
"Well you see Chris, my memory is a little...Oooof!!"
The informant let out a loud gasp of pain as Blacks fist connected sharply with his mid-section, dropping the snitch to his knees.
"That was fifty bloody credits I just gave ye, lad,"
Black grated,
"No start earnin' yer pay before I start cuttin' bits off an' feeding them to ye!"
Weasel looked up at the Bounty Hunter with wide, fearful eyes, and started talking...
OOC Notes
"Really? You ask first? The reason I called you was to hang out. So... I'll pick you up?" Kranor asked, while he was leaning backward on his chair.
He thought what would happen if he turned his weight mod off. He already knew the answer though. "So, I'll pick you up, then go to this mall you're talking about, then we hang? Right?" Kranor said,"Okay, another question. Should I wear the green suit?"
He stood up and went to a mirror, phone in hand. "And I know you aren't the type to go shopping for shoes. And... Do... Nevermind. I'll pick you up, bye!" Kranor said quickly.
He hung up the phone a little to hard. The table just split in two. Damn. He thought.
He grabbed some keys. There was about ten keys, for different vehicles. Four air transport, and six ground transport. He then went outside and went in his garage. He looked at the key and knew which car it was. He jumped in one of the ground transport vehicles, a teched out hotrod, and drove to Ishtar's. He honked his horn.
He thought what would happen if he turned his weight mod off. He already knew the answer though. "So, I'll pick you up, then go to this mall you're talking about, then we hang? Right?" Kranor said,"Okay, another question. Should I wear the green suit?"
He stood up and went to a mirror, phone in hand. "And I know you aren't the type to go shopping for shoes. And... Do... Nevermind. I'll pick you up, bye!" Kranor said quickly.
He hung up the phone a little to hard. The table just split in two. Damn. He thought.
He grabbed some keys. There was about ten keys, for different vehicles. Four air transport, and six ground transport. He then went outside and went in his garage. He looked at the key and knew which car it was. He jumped in one of the ground transport vehicles, a teched out hotrod, and drove to Ishtar's. He honked his horn.
OOC Notes
Meanwhile a hacker in contract with the syndicate planned to hack Ishtar. He called Ishtar via his internal telecommunications module. Ishtar picked up. "I have you now." The hacker said. Meanwhile Ishtars eyes flashed up and she said: "Anti-hacker measurements engaging. Commencing destruction of hackers computing module." Suddenly the hacker noticed it. He tried to hang up but his telecommunications module didnt follow his command. He felt a strong synthetically emulated headache. Then he heard: "Self-destruction commencing." Suddenly his head blew up and his headless and lifeless body collapsed to the ground. All that was left were pieces of his head, mostly metal shrapnel, fractured modules, pieces of a cybernetic spine and his synthetic eyes.
"Damn those hackers." Ishtar said and left her house as she heard Kranor honk. "Hi. Kranor. Nice ride. Sorry it took so long. I had a hacker problem. It was probably the syndicate." Ishtar said. Like the other remaining tanks, she voluntarily used on a fraction of a percent of her computing capacity since using it fully would either drive her crazy or make her seem like an emotionless supercomputer. The computing module was mostly used for aiming calculation or anti-hacking/anti-virus work. "Its nice to meet you again." Ishtar said as she got into the car. "Without knowing you, I would probably still have nightmares about the time in the military as people lost their minds and we had to take care of them for the sake of the country. I love to stay this way since I hate having to fight in the battle form since I slightly drift into megalomania then since we are nearly indestructible." There she was again talking about stuff that brought up bad memories and no one really liked talking about. But she didnt know what else to talk about. She didnt really know what Kranor was interested at the moment and everytime she thought about Kranor was about the past: Training time, the project, the probably most fierce battle they had or ever will experience, the unknown whereabouts of the third remaining tank who had planned to live as a Buddhist monk, how they seemed dehumanized in battle form, the syndicate, illegals etc.
"Damn those hackers." Ishtar said and left her house as she heard Kranor honk. "Hi. Kranor. Nice ride. Sorry it took so long. I had a hacker problem. It was probably the syndicate." Ishtar said. Like the other remaining tanks, she voluntarily used on a fraction of a percent of her computing capacity since using it fully would either drive her crazy or make her seem like an emotionless supercomputer. The computing module was mostly used for aiming calculation or anti-hacking/anti-virus work. "Its nice to meet you again." Ishtar said as she got into the car. "Without knowing you, I would probably still have nightmares about the time in the military as people lost their minds and we had to take care of them for the sake of the country. I love to stay this way since I hate having to fight in the battle form since I slightly drift into megalomania then since we are nearly indestructible." There she was again talking about stuff that brought up bad memories and no one really liked talking about. But she didnt know what else to talk about. She didnt really know what Kranor was interested at the moment and everytime she thought about Kranor was about the past: Training time, the project, the probably most fierce battle they had or ever will experience, the unknown whereabouts of the third remaining tank who had planned to live as a Buddhist monk, how they seemed dehumanized in battle form, the syndicate, illegals etc.
OOC Notes
The docks were practically deserted, with air and space travel so cheap now a days and the invention of teleportation and cybernetics that allowed humans to travel over great distances, there was little use for the old Terra invention of ships.
And so the great dockyards stood as a sad, cumbling memory to a distant and forgotten times, all abandoned warehouses and rusting machinery.
A roar of eingines broke the stillness as Chris Black's Motorcycle drew up in front of a particuarly large warehouse just before the warf, beyond which sat the dark, polluted mass of the ocean.
The Bounty Hunter dissmounted and strode towards the building, it seemed shut up tight and abandoned, Black grinned as he approached a large, iorn bound door, long since rusted shut.
"I'll just knock."
The Biker said aloud to no one in particular, before driving a fist straight through the solid steel, crumpling it like paper and ripping the door clean off its rusty hinges.
Tossing the ruined mass of metal aside, Black stepped over the threshold and into the dark of the warehouses interior...
And so the great dockyards stood as a sad, cumbling memory to a distant and forgotten times, all abandoned warehouses and rusting machinery.
A roar of eingines broke the stillness as Chris Black's Motorcycle drew up in front of a particuarly large warehouse just before the warf, beyond which sat the dark, polluted mass of the ocean.
The Bounty Hunter dissmounted and strode towards the building, it seemed shut up tight and abandoned, Black grinned as he approached a large, iorn bound door, long since rusted shut.
"I'll just knock."
The Biker said aloud to no one in particular, before driving a fist straight through the solid steel, crumpling it like paper and ripping the door clean off its rusty hinges.
Tossing the ruined mass of metal aside, Black stepped over the threshold and into the dark of the warehouses interior...
OOC Notes
"Talking about the past? Who cares. We can't change the past. We can't predict the future. And all we can do is live in the present," Kranor said, "So, how do we get to the mall?"
He stopped the car and waited. He thought, A hotrod. A green suit. A grean fedora. I'm not going to stick out at all.
He leaned back and looked at the sky. A few bird were flying but nothing to awe about. "I wonder, why... I wonder why everything is everything. You are you, I am I. Can't change that. Hmmm..."
He stopped the car and waited. He thought, A hotrod. A green suit. A grean fedora. I'm not going to stick out at all.
He leaned back and looked at the sky. A few bird were flying but nothing to awe about. "I wonder, why... I wonder why everything is everything. You are you, I am I. Can't change that. Hmmm..."
OOC Notes
"The mall is on the city's main road about half a kilometer from the city hall on the right side. You cant miss it." Ishtar said. She then listened to Kranor and replied: "What are you talking about? Well anyways there a nice restaurant in the mall with delicious meals. Hopefully today would be a quiet day so that we can enjoy ourselves." Ishtar didnt want to come across any criminals but it happened nearly on a daily basis anyways. It would be a shame to have that on a date... uh reunion. Ishtar laid her head back on the headrest and closed her eyes for a moment.
OOC Notes
"Oh Doctor?"
Black grinned as he stepped into the dark interior of the Warehouse,
"Anyone home?"
He took half a dozen paces forward and stopped abruptly as his boot hit something soft.
Black raised an eyebrow... He knew a body when he trod on one.
"He tired to hack a Tank, the fool."
A voice spoke from the darkness, Blacks head whipped around as the lights came on, the whole interior of the room looked to be one massive lab, the body in front of him appeared to have had its head blown off and some distance away, seated at the Professors work-bench, was a familure figure.
"You?"
Growled Black, recognising the same mysterious individual who had visited his house the night before,
"What the Hell are ye doin' 'ere?!"
"Making sure you didn't harm our freind here once you found him, the Syndicate have need of his services... But the fool made a mistake, and got himself killed before we arrived."
"Ye said he tried tae hack a Tank?!"
"Yes, there are two of the three existing Tanks currently in the City, both working as detectives, both making our operations very difficult... The Syndicate is willing to offer a Great deal of money to anyone who can rid us of this... Problem."
Chris Black grinned savagely, his crimson eyes burning with a bright, scarlet glow.
Black grinned as he stepped into the dark interior of the Warehouse,
"Anyone home?"
He took half a dozen paces forward and stopped abruptly as his boot hit something soft.
Black raised an eyebrow... He knew a body when he trod on one.
"He tired to hack a Tank, the fool."
A voice spoke from the darkness, Blacks head whipped around as the lights came on, the whole interior of the room looked to be one massive lab, the body in front of him appeared to have had its head blown off and some distance away, seated at the Professors work-bench, was a familure figure.
"You?"
Growled Black, recognising the same mysterious individual who had visited his house the night before,
"What the Hell are ye doin' 'ere?!"
"Making sure you didn't harm our freind here once you found him, the Syndicate have need of his services... But the fool made a mistake, and got himself killed before we arrived."
"Ye said he tried tae hack a Tank?!"
"Yes, there are two of the three existing Tanks currently in the City, both working as detectives, both making our operations very difficult... The Syndicate is willing to offer a Great deal of money to anyone who can rid us of this... Problem."
Chris Black grinned savagely, his crimson eyes burning with a bright, scarlet glow.
OOC Notes
"Well. Let's go," said Kranor while pushing the gas, "And I mean you nor I can change each other. I can't change you, you can't change me. You can only change yourself, and only I can change me!"
Then they were off. He took a shortcut to the City Hall. The Hotrod bounced when it hit a bump. He took a hard right, and started going down. Then he saw it. He thought, Daanngg. "Daannggg!! 'Dat coo'" said he.
He parked in the parking lot, and jumped out. He made his way over to the other door and opened it for Ishtar. "We are now here," Kranor Tayson said politely, "And now, we will go inside soon."
Then they were off. He took a shortcut to the City Hall. The Hotrod bounced when it hit a bump. He took a hard right, and started going down. Then he saw it. He thought, Daanngg. "Daannggg!! 'Dat coo'" said he.
He parked in the parking lot, and jumped out. He made his way over to the other door and opened it for Ishtar. "We are now here," Kranor Tayson said politely, "And now, we will go inside soon."
OOC Notes
Kranor had driven to the mall at a good speed. When they got there, he had gotten out of the car and attended her door. He opened it like a gentleman or some kind of chauffeur and said: "We are now here. And now, we will go inside soon." "Thank you Kranor. That is very kind of you." Ishtar said as she got out of the car. "So do we want to find a nice cafe?" She said already eying at the clothes in a display window of a store, particularly a skintight unitard like outfit made of a somewhat rubbery looking material with short sleeves in combination with black shorts with suspenders and garters. "Okay lets go." Ishtar said and made her way inside.
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Re: [OOC] Cold Metal
Oooook... Do we know where he is?
I mean if he's jumped ship what do we do, carry on without him or call it a day?
I mean if he's jumped ship what do we do, carry on without him or call it a day?
Re: [OOC] Cold Metal
Heads up that I might have some trouble posting from next Wednesday to Sunday. Going on a trip and I don't know the state of the internet I will have. I'll be sure to try an wrap up any major char interaction going on before that time and go into a soft hibernation mode, so I don't hold up the RP. If I somehow end up holding it up though, feel free to control my char to get them out of the immediate action. Just do you best if it comes to that, I'm fine with it.
Re: [OOC] Cold Metal
Made a char and submitted, PM if I need to change anything. This sounds pretty interesting, wonder why there's not more people in it yet.
Re: [OOC] Cold Metal
Fine. But you need to change the modification since tanks can only weigh like humans in human form and not battle form. In battle form, they are supposed to be slow, otherwise they wouldnt really have any weaknesses anymore. It would be unfair to the other classes. Tank are already overpowered enough.
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