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"We had the entire galaxy at our fingertips. But we were foolish, now, it looks like we'll pay the price." –Unknown
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>Joyride through the Stars
The stars are changing you know? Shits been crazy lately.
Indeed, for sometime now she’s been crying.
She? Don’t tell me you believe in that fairy tale about the Goddess.
Like one woman can make the entire galaxy. Come on man, this is the age of science!
She is real, and pretty soon, you’ll all realize that. …One way or another.
Earth, From Terra Firma, To The Stars - By Taro Murakami
Beyond
Earth. It’s my home, and your home too. We’re the most advanced society in the Sol Star System, and quickly becoming one of the more dominant presences on even the galactic front. But we weren’t always like this. It wasn’t until 1947, when a man named Albert Einstein discovered a strange artifact did humanity take the first steps towards its history in the stars.
The artifact Albert Einstein found was a GEAR. A large bipedal robot used for combat. Today, we have plenty of them, used for a variety of tasks, that we created ourselves, but back then this technology was completely foreign and worlds beyond anything we could ever imagine. To Einstein’s surprise, when he touched the GEAR, the contraption lit up and came to life. The cockpit in its head opened up, and he jumped inside.
That was the first time a human had ever left Earth. But it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
Einstein’s discovery prompted a ‘Space Revolution’ on Earth. The GEAR (as the scientist dubbed it) was seized by allied powers, and at once mankind came together to decipher the nature of this strange object. It wasn’t hard though, because the GEAR had an added surprise within it. It could talk. It turned out that Einstein’s GEAR had a full blown artificial intelligence; it could think, talk, and it even had memories, though most of them were corrupted from being inactive for so long.
The GEAR, which soon came to be called Renaissance relayed to the allied powers, through Einstein, how it was built and how to create more of him. In the coming years, humanity had successfully created two GEARs. They were nothing compared to the original, but they worked, none the less.
There was a problem though. In 1960, a ‘mysterious’ cluster of light was spotted in the atmosphere. It wouldn’t be long before Earth found out what those lights were. Aliens, Extra Terrestrials, the ones on the other side of the frontier, they touched down on our planet. What was worse was what they came in: Gears. Lots of them. Where humanity only had three, they had droves. Earth prepared for a fight, but what they received instead was a hand from a friend.
The aliens (the force was a mixture of different races), came to welcome humanity into the galaxy. It seemed like each race each discovered space travel the same way, by finding an ancient GEAR. Though these races had been traveling the stars for centuries, while we had only one man that ever traveled past the gravitational pull. The visitors shared technology with man, helping them create bigger and better GEARS. It looked lke the start of a bright future.
However, with great power, comes great responsibility. Maybe humanity wasn’t ready for interplanetary travel?
It was twenty years after the first contact with alien life. 1980. As we began to broaden our presence in the solar system, the problem arose about how these new planets would be governed. Naturally, conflict among countries broke out, which quickly escalated to battle. This was the third World War. The battle was waged in the stars for the first time, between GEAR pilots. It was a seven year long blood bath, and ended with no clear victor for any territory.
In 1987, a truce was made between each country. They agreed that, now that man had reached the stars, the lines of countries meant nothing now. It was time to knock down those aged borders, and become mankind.
And so, the Global Conglomerate was established. A government body that personifies the unity of mankind after World War III. They are the force that guides us today, and the body that guides us as humanity reaches new heights in the galaxy.
Now, it’s the year 2010, the fiftieth anniversary of mankind’s first contact with the galaxy.
I’m typing this paper as a means to look upon how far humanity has come since its humble days before space travel and GEARs.
I just wonder how far we still have to go…
I mean…
We’ve been to so many different Star Systems…
Countless planets…
But have we really seen everything there is to see out there? I wonder.
The Global Conglomerate Armed Forces Want YOU!
The Global Conglomerate
“It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it. I don’t take no pleasure in doing this though, know that at least.” –Demetri Maverick
So, you want to join the elite. The few. The proud. The ever illustrious, cream of the crop that is the Global Conglomerate Armed Forces? There’s a few steps you have complete, a few things you need to know, and a certain mind state you need to have before you can even think of joining our ranks…maggot!
1. First, you’ve gotta brush up on your history! Know the Global Conglomerate, Love the Global Conglomerate! Do you understand lady-legs?!
Established after the third World War, 1987 the Global Conglomerate personifies the unity of humanity after the blood bath of WWIII. It's like the UN, but with everything under it, and an actual army, and it's the governing force of humanity.
The GC organizes itself in a way similar to the old nations. Each former nation represents a particular 'branch' of the GC. This still has the feel of the old world way, but encourages a healthy rivalry between nations. So America has its branch...and China...and Japan...and so forth.
Each branch is overseen by a general from the GC army and president, elected by the people under that branch.
2. To be in this gorgeous unit, you’ve gotta be THE best of THE best! Know that, and practice it like religion…girly-man!
The men and women of the Global Conglomerate army are elite soldiers. They’re certified killing machines. Try and cross one, and you’re guaranteed a quick, and very, very painful death.
3. You will be a killing machine! This is a lot like number two, but different! …Got that twinkle-toes!?
Once you enter the ranks of the GC Armed Forces, and still after only completing your stay in the academy, you receive a special gift called a Mana-Drive. Mana-Drives are just one of the two secret weapons that the army has. They’re implants that allow the soldier to go beyond typical human means, and perform supernatural feats. There are two types of Mana-Drives, but a solider can only receive one. More than one Mana-Drive can causes too much of a strain on the user’s mental and physical condition, eventually killing them.
The two types of Mana-Drives are…
Physical- These implants increase physical capabilities, these can range from giving the user break-neck speed, to granting them superhuman strength.
Mental- These tap into the uncharted regions of the human mind, digging up the dormant powers within oneself. With these implants come powers straight from the legends-- control over the elements, telekinesis, basically all of your supernatural things.
Mana-Drives are permitted to military personnel, but there have been numerous instances where some brave soul undergoes an operation by a seedy doctor. Though they receive the benefits most with the implants do, these individuals also experience numerous side effects from the illegal practice. It is encouraged for soldiers, who come into contact with anyone with an illegal Mana-Drive to seize the person, as well as the one who gave them said Mana-Drive—they are dangers to the safety of the populace.
4. Love your GEAR! Embrace your GEAR! It is an extension of your very soul! Catch my drift…snickerdoodle?!
The true power of the GC Armed Forces comes from their GEARs.
GEARs are in essence, an extension of an individual's own power. Every bit of the GEAR from it's appearance, down to its skills and capabilities reflect the pilot's own self. Even the GEAR's A.I. is taken from the pilot; through 'Syncing' with the GEAR a pilot develops a bond with it. One result of the sync is GEAR A.I. reflecting the pilot's, it's not an exact copy, it's more like a very impressionable younger sibling-- that has the potential to destroy a small continent.
Combat GEARs (there are many service GEARs used for mundane tasks on the domestic front, like construction, manufacturing etc.) are only available to the military-class. Any civilian with one of their own is considered a danger to global safety and immediately detained.
Regarding GEAR Transportation and Storage
Traditionally, GEARs are transported and stored in hangers on ships and on bases, places like that. But recently, a new technology has sprouted, thanks to a group of scientists on Venus. The instruments are called PiNGs, and they come in the form of small, often stylish charms. They're shape and style are unique to the pilot and are simple, convenient ways to transport your GEAR so that you may have it on the spot.
5. You are the last line guarding mankind from chaos and discord! You alone will protect your people from anything that threatens our peace! Got it memorized…cutie pie?!
The Global Conglomerate’s goal is to maintain and enforce order and prosperity in the utopia of Earth. The army stands to protect that order and prosperity with force. Be it attacks from off world enemies, or crises on the home front. There are a number of threats to global peace, and the army is there to eradicate those threats. Some of the bigger threats on this list include…
+ Those outside of the army with Mana-Drive implants
+ Those outside of the army with possession of a GEAR
+ Genetics, or Natural Mages
These threats are to be neutralized on the spot. It is very rare that those in offense of these crimes are given trial.
----Excerpt from the Global Conglomerate Armed Forces New Recruit book, written by Brigadier General Xavier Wallace, with aid from Colonel Demetri Maverick ©2008
A Life on the Run – Aston Lux La Roux
Long Way Home
“I am a Genetic. Condemned by my own people, simply because of a gene I did not ask to be born with. Do not pity me though, that would be a grave mistake.” –Aston Lux La Roux
They call people like me Genetics. We are a small number of individuals born with the ability to use magic in their blood. Our powers, at their best, greatly exceed anyone with a Mana-Drive, which are just cheap imitations of our God-Given abilities. At their worst though, our powers get us a taken by the Conglomerate and forced to join the military. Genetics are threats to global security-- says the Conglomerate, but a Genetic with a leash can be a powerful asset. So, rather than kill us on the spot, they give us a choice, join them, or be murdered—sounds lovely does it not? Some Genetics can live their whole life without ever knowing they have such a gift, others may spend their whole lives running from a future as a military dog, and some, welcome a life serving their planet.
Genetics tend to be highly religious. We believe in the Goddess, a deity that created the stars from her tears, and the planets we stand on from her blood. As Genetics, we are the direct descendents of the Goddess, and that keeps those of us on the run (like me) going. The teachings of the Goddess speak of a day of reckoning that will come when ‘The Great Star’ falls. The teachings say that Genetics will feel this time coming when they can hear the Goddess’ call…could these dreams I’ve been having be connected to that story?
Genetics absolutely cannot use a Mana-Drive. To receive the implants would cause a break down of our nervous system, and bring about a very swift death. There is no need for the things anyway, as Genetics our reflexes naturally excel that of the average human, and unlike a Mana-Drive, which can only bestow control over one element (or some other supernatural power) we have control over all of the elements, and maybe even then some, depending on our degree of mastery.
Will the time come when my people are ever free to walk the planet freely?
The Galaxy, And Everything in It!
The Galaxy
“It’s a big galaxy out there,” “How big is it Colonel Maverick?!” “I’ll tell ya! Thhhhhis big!” “Whoa!” –Colonel Maverick and Friends Explore the Galaxy (Coming to Blu-Ray and Holo Vid Soon)
The Galaxy is expansive, and only sixty percent is estimated to be discovered even today. While mankind has the tools to travel to different Star Systems, like the Oberon System, we’ll just keep it simple today and explain the planets in our good old Sol System. Ready kids? Here we go!
Earth
Big and blue, it’s the primary home of the human race. While many of Earth’s colonies take up a more metallic, futuristic vibe, Earth remains well…down to Earth. While major cities, such as New York and Tokyo adopt the previously mentioned ‘futuristic’ ‘science fiction’ feel, most places still stay simple and cozy. Make sure you say ‘thank you’ whenever you see a Global Conglomerate soldier, mkay kids?
Mars
Red, really, really red. Remember kiddos, steer clear of Mars. …Unless you fancy being eaten alive by the Spacers.
The home planet of the 'Spacers' a giant organization of space pirates of all races. Their size and power is the one thing in the Local Cluster (our solar system) that could pose a serious threat to the Global Conglomerate; luckily a treaty between the powers has been made.
The whole planet is for the outlaws, power is the name of the game here.
This is the place to be if you need information, seeing how the GC censors just about every worthwhile document. This is also the place to go if you are seeking some unrestricted Mana-Drive implants.
Venus
Lawful, peaceful, and quiet Venus is the polar opposite of Mars. Think of Mars as the black to Venus' white, while Earth is the shade of gray. Venus, a sanctum of the GC, is THE science Mecca. All thinkers, tinkerers and philosophers come here. Keep getting A’s in class, and ya might just make it here kids.
Mercury
Through the use of special Mana-Drives, humanity has finally been able to explore the planet closest to the sun. Do to its position; this planet has been virtually untouched by most modern civilizations, making it a prime place for excavation. Numerous alien artifacts have been uncovered since touch down.
Jupiter
Big, really, really stinkin’ big. And hot, really stinkin’ hot (not hotter than Mercury though). This is where the ‘bad men’ go. The Global Conglomerate keeps its major prisons here. As such, this is also one of the roughest places in the Sol System.
Saturn
The home planet of the Genetics, and the one place in the Sol System where the GC has no presence. I’ve been there once, and it’s a beautiful place, probably one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been…but since I’m a soldier…I’m supposed to say it was dirty…and…not fun. But it really was though.
Uranus
The training planet of the Global Conglomerate Armed Forces. Soldiers are sent here to the academy in order to hone their skill as fighters. Its some serious work, but it pays off in the end, see this fancy uniform?
Neptune
Another mining and excavation planet, though not as rich in spoils as Mercury. Nothing too spectacular here. So let’s move on…
Pluto
((Yes…Pluto IS a planet in this RP. Dwarf Planet my ass.))
The coldest planet of them all, Pluto serves as a snowy outpost for the GC. It’s the only planet with the relay capable of sending you out of the Sol System, anyone entering, or exiting the system has to come through Pluto. It’s pretty important.
And that’s that kids! Colonel Maverick has to go now, you know, protect global safety and all of that. But remember, eat your vegetables, watch educational television, and take your vitamins, and just maybe, you’ll grow up to be a member of the Global Conglomerate Armed Forces too!
Once Upon a Time…
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“Looks like you’ve got one hell of a job to do. Better hop to it.” –Unknown
July 15th, 2010. Today is the 50th anniversary of mankind’s first contact with alien life back in 1960.
It’s a grand celebration, with festivities being held all around the Sol system. The grandest of them all being held on Earth, on the man-made island called Gaea where the main house of the Global Conglomerate lies. In the spirit of the first contact celebration, there is an intense traffic of aliens coming to a fro Earth.
And for some reason, you have received a ticket to this festival. You’re not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so you take the ticket and head for the party.
But as the shindig gets underway, the part really gets interesting…
It’s time to head for the stars. It’s time to Enter Galactic.
Character Skeletons
Human
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As a human, you have a few choices. You could be a Genetic, a member of the army, or even a Spacer, or just an average, everyday human. If you’re a Genetic or a human, you’ll receive a GEAR during the introduction—or perhaps you already have on illegally? It’s all on you grasshopper. The same goes for Mana-Drives. If you are anything accept for a military member you can still have a Mana-Drive, but be aware that illegal Mana-Drives come with some kind of side effect—which is again…up to you.
Basic Human
Name:
Age:
Appearance: (pictures are cool.)
Hometown/Homeplanet:
Personality: (more than a sentence)
Skills: (Maybe you can at least hold your own with some fighting techniques?)
Weapon: (if any)
Bio: (at least a paragraph please)
Soldier/Spacer
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Hometown/Homeplanet:
Personality:
Mana-Drive: (Physical/Mental only one allowed…unless you want a severely shortened life-span…which would be interesting actually. Get creative with em’!)
Rank And Branch: (soldier only)
Pirate Band Name: (every band has to answer to the Pirate King, yet all bands are basically independent.)
GEAR:
Skills:
Weapon:
Bio:
Alien
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If you’re an alien, you have free reign to damn near whatever you want. You race, Star System, and homeplanet are totally up to you. You still have to make your way to the festival, since you receive the letter. Just don’t be a God or anything ridiculous like that…please.
Name:
Age:
Species:
Appearance:
Hometown/Homeplanet:
Personality:
Mana-Drive: (if any)
Skills: (Does your species have any particularly special abilities? Maybe they’re a mage race? Maybe they have eight arms?)
GEAR: (if any)
Weapon:
Bio:
Rules
Da Rules
“Remember me? I’m back honeybuns! Follow these rules, or receive a swift kick in the crotch!”
1.Read Everything. I mean. Everything. It’s a lot. I know. I wrote it. But trust me. That crap is legit. Skim over it…and you’re screwed.
2. Post often, I’m an annoying badger with people who don’t post at least once every other day. I won’t hesitate to blow up your PM box.
3. This is one of those ‘literate’ rps. I’m not expecting essay length posts of course, but I’m expecting meaningful posts. What that means is your post must be relevant. Don’t put a post that’s crap and say ‘writers block, sorry!’. Writers block is understandable, but it shouldn’t be an excuse for a bad post. Just post later. You know?
4. Posts must be AT LEAST a paragraph. That’s 6-7 lines. By my standards at least. Non-negotiable.
5.Keep it funky, have fun with everyone. Your character can be an ass, hell two of the character’s I’m using are ass holes. But YOU shouldn’t be an ass…you know?
6. I’ve got this GM thing down pact. The story is in good hands, back stories on important locales and good, I’ll introduce them when needed. However, it’s perfectly fine if you want to make up some locations for cities and such.
7. This is a huge scale RP. As such, there are bound to be multiple story arcs crossing over. Characters on different planets and Star Systems and such. That’s cool, however, I don’t want either a) your romance or b) your character development taking on a mind of its own. Everyone is the main character. We all share the spot light here.
8. I’m all for creative freedom, if you have something to contribute to the RP above the typical posting, such as a plot line idea or something send it my way. Also, if you have a character in mind that doesn’t necessairly fit what I have detailed in the intro…PM me. We can talk
X. Put this password at the top of your profile: “To infinity…AND BEYOND!” So I know you read everything.
9. You’ve made it to the end…now for the love of everything that is holy…POST! POST! GO! GO!
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Rasa Ciretako played by EvilSpaceJoe
'It's like I was destined by the Godess herself to be a GEAR pilot.'
Sebastian Ellington played by Chuckles
"How many times do I have to tell you I know where the bolts go Osiris... I built you."
Scalenzar Crikza Razenthor played by Krauklis
Can you hand me that bone? I have something in my teeth.
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Places in Enter Galactic
0 postsThe Milky Way Galaxy
'Wide Open Spaces!' - Only a moderate percentage of it has been explored, there's still many a stone to be turned here.
38 postsSol Star System
Where Earth and all her colonies lie.
3 postsMars
Home of the Spacers. The planet is governed by the dog eat dog policy.
0 postsVenus
Lawful, peaceful, and quiet. Directly within the GC's control, this is the planet of the minds.
0 postsMercury
Hot, Hot, Hot. If you've got a passion for the unknown, and a thirst for danger, swing by this planet.
0 postsJupiter
The 'Prison Planet'. High security cells, and some tough mothers.
0 postsSaturn
Home of the Genetics, and the one place in the Sol System not under the GC's sovereignty.
0 postsNeptune
Just another mining planet.
0 postsPluto
The outpost planet. The GC has quite a few soldiers stationed here to watch over the relay.
0 postsUranus
Member of the GC Army? Chances are you've spent quite a lot of time here.
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OOC Notes
Sado, Japan Saturday, July 13th 2010
“And that’s that class. I guess I won’t see you all for a whole month, you all be safe now, and make sure to study your—“
The sound of a bell resounded through the halls of two floor, wooden school building. It was now seventh period—The final class before the students of Sado Middle were free for an entire month, the last class they had to sit through before summer break.
The old man sucked his teeth and smiled regretfully, looks like he wouldn’t be able to finish his sermon. With a sheepish grin he bent over his desk to grab his books, waving at the seated children as he made his way for the sliding doors. Most returned the old man’s wave, he wasn’t such a bad guy—at least he genuinely cared for them. There was one boy in particular who didn’t move an inch as the fellow made his reluctant exit. Instead, he was more fixated on the different scenes outside. They were on the second floor, and the way the classroom was positioned, right on the front wall of the school, a student with a window seat (such as he) could easily get lost in the hubbub going on below. –Not that little Sado had much going on anyway.
Normally, the last class before summer break tended to be a joke. Sit around, watch a movie and laugh with some friends. This boy, unlike his peers, was set on staring right outside of the window, watching as this spotted Dalmatian left its mark on a red fire hydrant that was conveniently placed inconspicuously, and not at all close to his direct field of vision. This boy had been fascinated by the ritual in which the puppy proceeded to relieve himself. First, it sniffed the red monument, developing a trust with it. Second, it circled the object, checking it for defects. Lastly, it stopped, right at the spot from which it began its circling around the thing in the first place; and finally…it let itself go.
Despite this enthralling saga unfolding before him, the student was pulled away from it by the unanimous silence among his classmates. The violet eyed, mocha skinned middle-schooler turned his head away from the window, and towards the front of the room, where all of the other student’s attention was also directed. It was then that he realized what they were all so startled about: it was a substitute.
The man was as tall as he was frightening looking, at least by the boy’s standards. He was built like a hero of myth, tall and muscular with dark skin, and a body covered by beige colored tattoos. The substitute’s hair was cut into a buzz, with platinum blonde hair, giant sideburns, and a goatee for facial hair. His eyes were an icy blue, and he dressed neatly in a dress-shirt [rolled up sleeves] and black vest, with matching slacks. He looked like he was about to rip out of the undershirt however.
With extreme prejudice the boy flipped his hood halfway over his head, just enough so that it covered the back end of his head, up to just past his ears, and not too much so that his bangs couldn’t flow freely [he liked it that way, especially when he felt threatened].
The newcomer gripped a single sheet of paper, looking over the article closely, he began to rifle off names of those in the class.
“Seto?” The students stared blankly at the giant of a man as read their names, his voice shaking the whole time. One by one, the students raised their hands to identify their presence. Finally, the man came to the name of our particular child. “Murakami?” He looked around frantically for the student’s hand, only to see nothing there. So with a shrug, he continued on, “Mochi—“
“He’s back there!” One of the girls pointed, prompting everyone in the class to turn their bodies towards the back of the class, directly in front the menu. Lo and behold, there was the boy, hood on his head, violet orbs staring dully into the distance, to his dismay, the dog was long gone, leaving only a dark puddle around the object of its previous obsession.
“Oh, there you are. Taaa-ro,” The man chuckled at his difficulty in pronouncing the name, however his amusement was not shared. “Well then, that’s everyone. So, let’s get on to the lesson today. Your teacher Ms. Satonaka left me a movie for you all to watch, but you all wouldn’t be interested in that, now would you?” A mumble traveled through the classroom. Just who was this guy? “Instead, I’m going to tell you all a story my parents passed down to me,” He grinned, “The story of the Goddess—by the way, you can call me Mr. Sazh.” ‘Mr.Sazh’ quickly turned around to the board, writing his name in some type of illegible chicken scratch of symbols.
Taro had heard a decent amount of the story of the Goddess, his caretaker Elizabeth had told him about it briefly when she mentioned her travels to Saturn. This fellow, Sazh, appeared to have held some serious respect for the Goddess as his eyes lit up with excitement as he relayed the story to the children, who were all devoid of interest.
The Goddess
The Goddess is the source of all life and aspects of the galaxy, from the planets, to the air, to the rushing waters and the sun. The Goddess was the only thing in the galaxy, and from the sorrow of loneliness created the stars from her tears and the planets and people from her blood. Back then, everyone was a Genetic, and they all followed the Goddess. However, there was group of life forms (aliens, humans, all of that) that sought out to gain even more power, by killing the Goddess and being their own rulers.
That group defeated the ones who remained loyal to the Goddess and killed her as well. Before she passed however, the Goddess left her people with one final advisory.
She warned of a time when the people had to repent for their bloodthirsty, selfish acts. A time when 'The Great Star' would fall, and all life in the Galaxy would be taken down in its wake. We don't know what the Great Star is, or when it is supposed to fall, but the Goddess said that her true descendants will be able to feel her cries as the time neared.
As Sazh finished his story, he leaned up against the wall, letting out a dreamy sigh as he did so. The man was so overcome with his recent flight on cloud nine that he failed to realize the trail of chalk on his back from this endeavor.
“So kids any questi—“
At that moment, the bell rang, dismissing the students to officially bask in their summer. A wave of joyous excitement rushed through the student body [in every room, all at once] and the halls erupted with chats about what to partake in over the summertime. As usual though, Taro was the last of the kids to leave out, but as he made his way for the door the odd Mr. Sazh called out to him.
“It’s Taro right? Murakami? You wouldn’t happen to know someone by the name of Elizabeth Gains do you?” The man’s shaky demeanor melted away, and his air immediately became much more calculating. The hooded boy turned slowly to the man with and with a sour look on his face nodded. “You don’t say…you reckon she’s in this town now? Or…” Taro watched Sazh blankly as he stroked his facial hair carefully.
“Y-yeah. Why?” Taro gulped, a bit put off by the man’s somewhat erratic behavior.
“Oh, no reason,” He grinned wide and chuckled, “Carry on then. Enjoy your summer Taro-kun!” The man even went so far as to put an honorific to his name. Taro did not like him. Should this man ever be his substitute teacher again…which he hoped he wouldn’t, Taro was sure to have an unpleasant experience. With a final wary gaze at the giant substitute, Taro exited the room, and quickly made his way out of the building—ready to head home.
“I wonder where that dog went…”
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July 14th, 2010 – New York, New York – Time Square 11:00 P.M.
Can’t Catch A Break
He went this way!
Down this alleyway, hurry!
I see him!
A torrent of shots echoed down the three-way alley. The trio of soldiers all gritted they’re teeth in disappointment as they quickly realized their attacks hit no type of target. These weren’t ordinary, every day G.C. soldiers either, they weren’t just the regular, everyday one’s dispatched to watch over the town, these were full blown-PiNG equipped soldiers, decked out in armor (albeit light) and helmets with flashlights turned on high to see in the dense of the night.
Not only did they have to contend with the darkness, which the target seemed to blend in with oh so well (even with his different clothing habit), they also had to discriminate their shots from the seemingly endless droves of citizens that clustered through the city streets [even in the alleys sometimes]. It was one hell of a job for these foot soldiers to partake in.
Which way do we go from here sir?
We’ll split up, he has to be down one of these streets!
Aye! Let’s move! We’ll catch the Genetic and bring him to the Brigadier General in time to get ready for the festival!
Hoorah!
The men all saluted to their invisible superior officer, and took off down their respective paths.
Meanwhile, a certain fellow stood above, on the rooftops, watching the scene with a devilish grin. As soon as he read that the close was clear, he let his feet dangle over the edge, letting himself lean back across the cool steel surface.
“That reminds me, I need to find a way to that island.” He twisted the green piercing in his left ear, attempting to come up with a plan. It wasn’t like he could simply hop onto one of the freights headed there [Many common folk in more of the major towns were being granted passage to the island, they couldn’t come inside, however they could partake in games outside], he had been branded long ago. The man lifted his left arm into the view of his hazel orbs, staring with contempt at the barcode brand on his wrist.
Any sight of the Genetic?
No, sir, perhaps he’s already long gone?
There’s still the scanner we could use, it detects the branded ones within a 100 mile—ack!
The soldier let out a muffled scream as his now limp body fell to the ground below. Crimson liquid seeping out from under his chest armor, he twitched involuntarily as the life quickly exited his person.
“Henderson, you—gah!”
In no time, a thin framed, well dressed individual was hovering in front of one of the soldiers, he fumbled for his rifle, but to no avail, as the attacker was too quick. The man in the red glasses slipped out his tongue, and a green orb gathered around the tip.
There was flash, and what was left of the man was little than a heap of gray ash.
“You monster! Damn Genetic I’ll—“
“Relax! I just wanted some alone time, I think you and I could work out an interesting agreement…you see, my name’s not on the guest list for that little shindig…”
* * *
July 15th, 2010 – Gaea – 7:07 A.M.
The Party Planner
“Alright pops, lights are up…I phoned the DJ but…he’s a wee bit hungover from last night.” With a groan, a dread-locked man stepped down from a ladder that reached high toward the ceiling. A sheepish look was plastered on his face as he stepped towards one of the other uniformed men [though he was in play clothes], who looked like a real man among men. Everything from his enormous size, to the beard reminiscent of a lumber-jack, to his coarse ebony skin and shiny bald head—he was one hell of a soldier. The man’s most striking feature though was the cybernetic contraption that took place of right eye. It was gray metal, with a red iris in the shape of a crucifix—it was rather eerie really. The story behind how the soldier lost it was a pretty checkered tale, with different versions and variations all around. The most believable one was that he just lost it in battle.
“Last night?” The man with the Herculean frame’s eyes narrowed [err eye], “Explain soldier.” He was stroking his beard.
“Heh….yeah. Me and some of the boys had a ‘dress rehearsal’ yesterday…” The shorter man was scratching the back of his head, his brown cheeks steadily growing rosier by the second. “Sorry we didn’t invite you?” The commanding officer turned his head to get a look at all of the other grunts in the room, shaken as his eyes met with the back of each one of they’re heads [as they all quickly refrained watching the scene once the party was brought up] they tried their best to look like they were doing something worth while.
“Colonel…how the hell are we supposed to hold the Festival of First Contact without music?!” Cue Bald inched closer to the Colonel, grinding his teeth to refrain from strangling the young man. “You better find someone to replace him, or find a cure for a hangover.” The Colonel was inching back, a nervous grin across his face, hands held in a fashion that said ‘Don’t Shoot!’. “Now!” The man heaved himself around in a near graceful manner to grab some sort of blunt instrument.
With an extreme force, a large steel trashcan was headed for the dread-locked soldier’s face. “Gah!” The brown-skinned character yelped out, before he stylishly dodged the projectile. With a bow, he dipped out of the ballroom, making a beeline for anywhere but there. The entire atmosphere was one word: frantic. This was the biggest party Earth had ever seen, and they were less than ready. The caterers had dropped the giant, almost to scale cake of Earth, the DJ was throwing up, and the performers were late for the rehearsal. None of this would have been a problem had the duties of planning the event not have fallen on the American Branch, and all of their soldiers.
The American-Branch had proven to be one of the guiding ‘Beacons of Hope’ towards the future of humanity. That really was just code for that they had the baddest mothers in the entire planet.
Still though, planning things was hard…and young Maverick was having one hell of a time getting everything together.
“Ugh…why am I getting stuck with the short end?”
The dread-locked Colonel was currently jogging down the boardwalk in search of anyone who looked like they knew their tunes, from the classics, down to the new joints. So far, his search was bearing no fruit. Everyone on the boardwalk [the most active place at this time, for the streets and shops were filled with old men and women here on vacation, not to mention military types in disguise] was either a child, or some type of alien, here early for the party. He doubted that a kid could handle the stressful job of DJ for the masses of this side of the Galaxy, and he doubted even more that an alien [though he had met some that were surprisingly hip] would provide decent tunes.
“I wish I was in the kitchen…”
“And that’s that class. I guess I won’t see you all for a whole month, you all be safe now, and make sure to study your—“
The sound of a bell resounded through the halls of two floor, wooden school building. It was now seventh period—The final class before the students of Sado Middle were free for an entire month, the last class they had to sit through before summer break.
The old man sucked his teeth and smiled regretfully, looks like he wouldn’t be able to finish his sermon. With a sheepish grin he bent over his desk to grab his books, waving at the seated children as he made his way for the sliding doors. Most returned the old man’s wave, he wasn’t such a bad guy—at least he genuinely cared for them. There was one boy in particular who didn’t move an inch as the fellow made his reluctant exit. Instead, he was more fixated on the different scenes outside. They were on the second floor, and the way the classroom was positioned, right on the front wall of the school, a student with a window seat (such as he) could easily get lost in the hubbub going on below. –Not that little Sado had much going on anyway.
Normally, the last class before summer break tended to be a joke. Sit around, watch a movie and laugh with some friends. This boy, unlike his peers, was set on staring right outside of the window, watching as this spotted Dalmatian left its mark on a red fire hydrant that was conveniently placed inconspicuously, and not at all close to his direct field of vision. This boy had been fascinated by the ritual in which the puppy proceeded to relieve himself. First, it sniffed the red monument, developing a trust with it. Second, it circled the object, checking it for defects. Lastly, it stopped, right at the spot from which it began its circling around the thing in the first place; and finally…it let itself go.
Despite this enthralling saga unfolding before him, the student was pulled away from it by the unanimous silence among his classmates. The violet eyed, mocha skinned middle-schooler turned his head away from the window, and towards the front of the room, where all of the other student’s attention was also directed. It was then that he realized what they were all so startled about: it was a substitute.
The man was as tall as he was frightening looking, at least by the boy’s standards. He was built like a hero of myth, tall and muscular with dark skin, and a body covered by beige colored tattoos. The substitute’s hair was cut into a buzz, with platinum blonde hair, giant sideburns, and a goatee for facial hair. His eyes were an icy blue, and he dressed neatly in a dress-shirt [rolled up sleeves] and black vest, with matching slacks. He looked like he was about to rip out of the undershirt however.
With extreme prejudice the boy flipped his hood halfway over his head, just enough so that it covered the back end of his head, up to just past his ears, and not too much so that his bangs couldn’t flow freely [he liked it that way, especially when he felt threatened].
The newcomer gripped a single sheet of paper, looking over the article closely, he began to rifle off names of those in the class.
“Seto?” The students stared blankly at the giant of a man as read their names, his voice shaking the whole time. One by one, the students raised their hands to identify their presence. Finally, the man came to the name of our particular child. “Murakami?” He looked around frantically for the student’s hand, only to see nothing there. So with a shrug, he continued on, “Mochi—“
“He’s back there!” One of the girls pointed, prompting everyone in the class to turn their bodies towards the back of the class, directly in front the menu. Lo and behold, there was the boy, hood on his head, violet orbs staring dully into the distance, to his dismay, the dog was long gone, leaving only a dark puddle around the object of its previous obsession.
“Oh, there you are. Taaa-ro,” The man chuckled at his difficulty in pronouncing the name, however his amusement was not shared. “Well then, that’s everyone. So, let’s get on to the lesson today. Your teacher Ms. Satonaka left me a movie for you all to watch, but you all wouldn’t be interested in that, now would you?” A mumble traveled through the classroom. Just who was this guy? “Instead, I’m going to tell you all a story my parents passed down to me,” He grinned, “The story of the Goddess—by the way, you can call me Mr. Sazh.” ‘Mr.Sazh’ quickly turned around to the board, writing his name in some type of illegible chicken scratch of symbols.
Taro had heard a decent amount of the story of the Goddess, his caretaker Elizabeth had told him about it briefly when she mentioned her travels to Saturn. This fellow, Sazh, appeared to have held some serious respect for the Goddess as his eyes lit up with excitement as he relayed the story to the children, who were all devoid of interest.
The Goddess
The Goddess is the source of all life and aspects of the galaxy, from the planets, to the air, to the rushing waters and the sun. The Goddess was the only thing in the galaxy, and from the sorrow of loneliness created the stars from her tears and the planets and people from her blood. Back then, everyone was a Genetic, and they all followed the Goddess. However, there was group of life forms (aliens, humans, all of that) that sought out to gain even more power, by killing the Goddess and being their own rulers.
That group defeated the ones who remained loyal to the Goddess and killed her as well. Before she passed however, the Goddess left her people with one final advisory.
She warned of a time when the people had to repent for their bloodthirsty, selfish acts. A time when 'The Great Star' would fall, and all life in the Galaxy would be taken down in its wake. We don't know what the Great Star is, or when it is supposed to fall, but the Goddess said that her true descendants will be able to feel her cries as the time neared.
As Sazh finished his story, he leaned up against the wall, letting out a dreamy sigh as he did so. The man was so overcome with his recent flight on cloud nine that he failed to realize the trail of chalk on his back from this endeavor.
“So kids any questi—“
At that moment, the bell rang, dismissing the students to officially bask in their summer. A wave of joyous excitement rushed through the student body [in every room, all at once] and the halls erupted with chats about what to partake in over the summertime. As usual though, Taro was the last of the kids to leave out, but as he made his way for the door the odd Mr. Sazh called out to him.
“It’s Taro right? Murakami? You wouldn’t happen to know someone by the name of Elizabeth Gains do you?” The man’s shaky demeanor melted away, and his air immediately became much more calculating. The hooded boy turned slowly to the man with and with a sour look on his face nodded. “You don’t say…you reckon she’s in this town now? Or…” Taro watched Sazh blankly as he stroked his facial hair carefully.
“Y-yeah. Why?” Taro gulped, a bit put off by the man’s somewhat erratic behavior.
“Oh, no reason,” He grinned wide and chuckled, “Carry on then. Enjoy your summer Taro-kun!” The man even went so far as to put an honorific to his name. Taro did not like him. Should this man ever be his substitute teacher again…which he hoped he wouldn’t, Taro was sure to have an unpleasant experience. With a final wary gaze at the giant substitute, Taro exited the room, and quickly made his way out of the building—ready to head home.
“I wonder where that dog went…”
* * *
July 14th, 2010 – New York, New York – Time Square 11:00 P.M.
Can’t Catch A Break
He went this way!
Down this alleyway, hurry!
I see him!
A torrent of shots echoed down the three-way alley. The trio of soldiers all gritted they’re teeth in disappointment as they quickly realized their attacks hit no type of target. These weren’t ordinary, every day G.C. soldiers either, they weren’t just the regular, everyday one’s dispatched to watch over the town, these were full blown-PiNG equipped soldiers, decked out in armor (albeit light) and helmets with flashlights turned on high to see in the dense of the night.
Not only did they have to contend with the darkness, which the target seemed to blend in with oh so well (even with his different clothing habit), they also had to discriminate their shots from the seemingly endless droves of citizens that clustered through the city streets [even in the alleys sometimes]. It was one hell of a job for these foot soldiers to partake in.
Which way do we go from here sir?
We’ll split up, he has to be down one of these streets!
Aye! Let’s move! We’ll catch the Genetic and bring him to the Brigadier General in time to get ready for the festival!
Hoorah!
The men all saluted to their invisible superior officer, and took off down their respective paths.
Meanwhile, a certain fellow stood above, on the rooftops, watching the scene with a devilish grin. As soon as he read that the close was clear, he let his feet dangle over the edge, letting himself lean back across the cool steel surface.
“That reminds me, I need to find a way to that island.” He twisted the green piercing in his left ear, attempting to come up with a plan. It wasn’t like he could simply hop onto one of the freights headed there [Many common folk in more of the major towns were being granted passage to the island, they couldn’t come inside, however they could partake in games outside], he had been branded long ago. The man lifted his left arm into the view of his hazel orbs, staring with contempt at the barcode brand on his wrist.
Any sight of the Genetic?
No, sir, perhaps he’s already long gone?
There’s still the scanner we could use, it detects the branded ones within a 100 mile—ack!
The soldier let out a muffled scream as his now limp body fell to the ground below. Crimson liquid seeping out from under his chest armor, he twitched involuntarily as the life quickly exited his person.
“Henderson, you—gah!”
In no time, a thin framed, well dressed individual was hovering in front of one of the soldiers, he fumbled for his rifle, but to no avail, as the attacker was too quick. The man in the red glasses slipped out his tongue, and a green orb gathered around the tip.
There was flash, and what was left of the man was little than a heap of gray ash.
“You monster! Damn Genetic I’ll—“
“Relax! I just wanted some alone time, I think you and I could work out an interesting agreement…you see, my name’s not on the guest list for that little shindig…”
* * *
July 15th, 2010 – Gaea – 7:07 A.M.
The Party Planner
“Alright pops, lights are up…I phoned the DJ but…he’s a wee bit hungover from last night.” With a groan, a dread-locked man stepped down from a ladder that reached high toward the ceiling. A sheepish look was plastered on his face as he stepped towards one of the other uniformed men [though he was in play clothes], who looked like a real man among men. Everything from his enormous size, to the beard reminiscent of a lumber-jack, to his coarse ebony skin and shiny bald head—he was one hell of a soldier. The man’s most striking feature though was the cybernetic contraption that took place of right eye. It was gray metal, with a red iris in the shape of a crucifix—it was rather eerie really. The story behind how the soldier lost it was a pretty checkered tale, with different versions and variations all around. The most believable one was that he just lost it in battle.
“Last night?” The man with the Herculean frame’s eyes narrowed [err eye], “Explain soldier.” He was stroking his beard.
“Heh….yeah. Me and some of the boys had a ‘dress rehearsal’ yesterday…” The shorter man was scratching the back of his head, his brown cheeks steadily growing rosier by the second. “Sorry we didn’t invite you?” The commanding officer turned his head to get a look at all of the other grunts in the room, shaken as his eyes met with the back of each one of they’re heads [as they all quickly refrained watching the scene once the party was brought up] they tried their best to look like they were doing something worth while.
“Colonel…how the hell are we supposed to hold the Festival of First Contact without music?!” Cue Bald inched closer to the Colonel, grinding his teeth to refrain from strangling the young man. “You better find someone to replace him, or find a cure for a hangover.” The Colonel was inching back, a nervous grin across his face, hands held in a fashion that said ‘Don’t Shoot!’. “Now!” The man heaved himself around in a near graceful manner to grab some sort of blunt instrument.
With an extreme force, a large steel trashcan was headed for the dread-locked soldier’s face. “Gah!” The brown-skinned character yelped out, before he stylishly dodged the projectile. With a bow, he dipped out of the ballroom, making a beeline for anywhere but there. The entire atmosphere was one word: frantic. This was the biggest party Earth had ever seen, and they were less than ready. The caterers had dropped the giant, almost to scale cake of Earth, the DJ was throwing up, and the performers were late for the rehearsal. None of this would have been a problem had the duties of planning the event not have fallen on the American Branch, and all of their soldiers.
The American-Branch had proven to be one of the guiding ‘Beacons of Hope’ towards the future of humanity. That really was just code for that they had the baddest mothers in the entire planet.
Still though, planning things was hard…and young Maverick was having one hell of a time getting everything together.
“Ugh…why am I getting stuck with the short end?”
The dread-locked Colonel was currently jogging down the boardwalk in search of anyone who looked like they knew their tunes, from the classics, down to the new joints. So far, his search was bearing no fruit. Everyone on the boardwalk [the most active place at this time, for the streets and shops were filled with old men and women here on vacation, not to mention military types in disguise] was either a child, or some type of alien, here early for the party. He doubted that a kid could handle the stressful job of DJ for the masses of this side of the Galaxy, and he doubted even more that an alien [though he had met some that were surprisingly hip] would provide decent tunes.
“I wish I was in the kitchen…”
OOC Notes
((First post FTW!!))
"WaaaaaaahhhhhhhAAAAAAAhhhhh!" The hellish shriek ripped the calmness of the night to shreds. A group of rough looking individuals were rocking out on the end of the boardwalk. Kaylee had tried to sneak them into the party about an hour earlier, but they were denied passage on account of some 'Technical Difficulties'. Well, THAT wasn't going to stop her from having a good time. She gathered her forces and started a monster mosh until someone came out to let them in. And what a sight they were.
Galla, the lead singer and explosives expert, was wailing and roaring into his mic like a maniac. Greg, the bassist and heavy weapons go-to guy, was slappin on his bass like some kind of funky priest. Shawna, the keyboardist and tech expert, glided her fingers over her keys like a master. Jamma, the drummer and comm guy, sounded like a machine gun of awesome. And of course, Kaylee herself. She had propped up a box and some spotlights to make sure everyone would know that Rourke's Rebels weren't going to be held back by 'The Man'. They were playing a popular metal song, and when it got to her solo things really ramped up!
"Take it girl!" shouted Galla. They turned the lights onto her and she flashed her pearly whites. She started slow-ish, working the staircase of octaves, milking it for her audience. Taking a dramatic pause, she clapped her hands in the air a few times, still smiling huge at her crowd. Now that she started the rhythm, Kaylee could get to work. She blazed the strings, up and down, back and forth, plucking madly. For a little extra oomph she morphed her fingers and the metal on metal started shooting sparks off the guitar. That was a favorite with the fans. After about a minute of intense play, she jumped down off the box and the whole band got back into the song again.
After the show, they took a rest talking quietly amongst themselves with the spotlights off.
"Mebe nao we might get th' attention of da higher ups, eh? Mebe finally show dem th' letter? I still can' believe how rude th' guard was at th' door!" Kaylee mused. Her group chattered their agreement and started packing up the instruments.
"WaaaaaaahhhhhhhAAAAAAAhhhhh!" The hellish shriek ripped the calmness of the night to shreds. A group of rough looking individuals were rocking out on the end of the boardwalk. Kaylee had tried to sneak them into the party about an hour earlier, but they were denied passage on account of some 'Technical Difficulties'. Well, THAT wasn't going to stop her from having a good time. She gathered her forces and started a monster mosh until someone came out to let them in. And what a sight they were.
Galla, the lead singer and explosives expert, was wailing and roaring into his mic like a maniac. Greg, the bassist and heavy weapons go-to guy, was slappin on his bass like some kind of funky priest. Shawna, the keyboardist and tech expert, glided her fingers over her keys like a master. Jamma, the drummer and comm guy, sounded like a machine gun of awesome. And of course, Kaylee herself. She had propped up a box and some spotlights to make sure everyone would know that Rourke's Rebels weren't going to be held back by 'The Man'. They were playing a popular metal song, and when it got to her solo things really ramped up!
"Take it girl!" shouted Galla. They turned the lights onto her and she flashed her pearly whites. She started slow-ish, working the staircase of octaves, milking it for her audience. Taking a dramatic pause, she clapped her hands in the air a few times, still smiling huge at her crowd. Now that she started the rhythm, Kaylee could get to work. She blazed the strings, up and down, back and forth, plucking madly. For a little extra oomph she morphed her fingers and the metal on metal started shooting sparks off the guitar. That was a favorite with the fans. After about a minute of intense play, she jumped down off the box and the whole band got back into the song again.
After the show, they took a rest talking quietly amongst themselves with the spotlights off.
"Mebe nao we might get th' attention of da higher ups, eh? Mebe finally show dem th' letter? I still can' believe how rude th' guard was at th' door!" Kaylee mused. Her group chattered their agreement and started packing up the instruments.
OOC Notes
The greatest party known to man and Brice wasn’t invited well at least sort of. He had managed to get himself onto the island of Gaea as a first aid and medical specialist but there was no way for him to get inside the hall since he doesn’t have a ticket. It was alright though, he doesn’t want to be a part of it, after all he was just a nobody and he desperately wanted to keep it that way.
Brice walked along the water front plaza, there were plenty of shops with restaurants and cafe all over the place. There were rivers of people flowing along all the streets and alley ways. In this setting it was easy to hide in plain sight for a Genetic like Brice and today he decided he would relax, sure he had to report to the medical office for work later, and he was pretty much a kill on sight target for the military if they knew who he was, but the party atmosphere was overwhelming his common sense and for one day, just today he thought, he wanted to just be a normal human, to feel what it is like live without the “gift”.
Soon enough Brice found a nice, comfortable cafe. He was quite surprised that there weren’t many people in the place. Oh well more power to him, he really needed his daily caffeine fix,
“Welcome sir, can I take your order?”
The young, pretty female barista, called to him
“Ah, just a latte thanks,”
She was an efficient worker and soon Brice had his coffee in hand fully satisfied,
“Are you going to the hall for the party sir?”
“Err, yes I might be, if there was an emergency, I am a doctor.”
“Well, be careful cause I read that Genetics terrorist might be planning something.” She pointed to the front page the newspaper lying on a nearby table which had a huge headline on Genetic terrorists.
“I will keep that in mind,” Brice simile noting the irony in that statement.
Brice left the cafe and continued to walk down the water side avenue, but his head now was filled with thoughts.
The humans are so similar to the Genetics, why must they fight? Do we not all have opposable thumbs, 46 chromosomes? Even now, he walks amongst them like he was one of them, with no harm done, where does all the hate come from? “Homo sapiens” is latin for wise man, but at the moment they are anything but.
If there were really Genetic terrorist waiting for attack, Brice would really want to give them a piece of his mind, don’t you see they were making it worst?
All he wanted was to make a better world for both sides and what better place to start his little personal quest than here. Here at the very centre of power for the Global Conglomerate.
The teachings of the Goddess states that it was man who first sinned and took down the Goddess, but in her infinite wisdom could she not forgive, he believed that men can still right their wrong before “the end” and he whispered a quick prayer to his Goddess that he hoped he was right.
Brice had not realised that in his dreamy thoughts his legs had taken him outside the great hall and near a band of musician who were packing up.
Ten minutes ago he had wanted to relax and be a human for a day, but again, he is already thinking about the things that had bothered him his entire life, his heritage, his gifts. He wondered if that will ever change.
“Change, we have got to change.” Brice muttered to himself.
Brice walked along the water front plaza, there were plenty of shops with restaurants and cafe all over the place. There were rivers of people flowing along all the streets and alley ways. In this setting it was easy to hide in plain sight for a Genetic like Brice and today he decided he would relax, sure he had to report to the medical office for work later, and he was pretty much a kill on sight target for the military if they knew who he was, but the party atmosphere was overwhelming his common sense and for one day, just today he thought, he wanted to just be a normal human, to feel what it is like live without the “gift”.
Soon enough Brice found a nice, comfortable cafe. He was quite surprised that there weren’t many people in the place. Oh well more power to him, he really needed his daily caffeine fix,
“Welcome sir, can I take your order?”
The young, pretty female barista, called to him
“Ah, just a latte thanks,”
She was an efficient worker and soon Brice had his coffee in hand fully satisfied,
“Are you going to the hall for the party sir?”
“Err, yes I might be, if there was an emergency, I am a doctor.”
“Well, be careful cause I read that Genetics terrorist might be planning something.” She pointed to the front page the newspaper lying on a nearby table which had a huge headline on Genetic terrorists.
“I will keep that in mind,” Brice simile noting the irony in that statement.
Brice left the cafe and continued to walk down the water side avenue, but his head now was filled with thoughts.
The humans are so similar to the Genetics, why must they fight? Do we not all have opposable thumbs, 46 chromosomes? Even now, he walks amongst them like he was one of them, with no harm done, where does all the hate come from? “Homo sapiens” is latin for wise man, but at the moment they are anything but.
If there were really Genetic terrorist waiting for attack, Brice would really want to give them a piece of his mind, don’t you see they were making it worst?
All he wanted was to make a better world for both sides and what better place to start his little personal quest than here. Here at the very centre of power for the Global Conglomerate.
The teachings of the Goddess states that it was man who first sinned and took down the Goddess, but in her infinite wisdom could she not forgive, he believed that men can still right their wrong before “the end” and he whispered a quick prayer to his Goddess that he hoped he was right.
Brice had not realised that in his dreamy thoughts his legs had taken him outside the great hall and near a band of musician who were packing up.
Ten minutes ago he had wanted to relax and be a human for a day, but again, he is already thinking about the things that had bothered him his entire life, his heritage, his gifts. He wondered if that will ever change.
“Change, we have got to change.” Brice muttered to himself.
OOC Notes
“Zeri, are you positive you know how to pilot in this type of atmosphere?” a soft voice inquired gently, doing well to hide the underlining tone of doubt held in their words. Almost as soon as the first voice finished, had another voice immediately shot back in irritation, “Of course! I’m a third generation pilot, Fyv! This baby is bonded to me, and me alone, ain’t no way I can’t pilot him anywhere. So just go back to your cham-“ The powerful screech of metal upon stone resonated within the cramped expanse of the small Bio-ship before the woman could finish her words. Out of instinct Fyv reached her cloth draped hands to cover her screaming ears, the high pitched moan the ship released in its agony at ramming into yet another cliff side way too much for her delicate senses.
As would soon prove not to be the best idea in the world. With little warning the small, in comparison to her hulking companion at least, girl soon found herself flinging to the other side of the ship as, for some strange, incomprehensible reason, the ship entered a full on barrel roll. In circles, Fyv spun her way around the corridors of the ship, banging every and any part of her that seemed possible, and even some that honestly didn’t on the miscellaneous objects that decorated the ship’s hull. The most predominant of these various items seemed to be a gargoyle shaped figurine, which she had absolutely no memory of ever existing, let alone being in the ship’s hull, that insisted to stab her, painfully, in the abdomen with every full cycle around.
After what seemed an eternity of this torture was it that Zeri finally managed to take back control of the ship with yet another sudden jerk. A sudden jerk that threw the poor Zotoh straight into the, surprise, gargoyle figurine yet again, this time hard enough to actually puncture straight through her arm and bring on yet another wave of pain.
“See, nothing to worry about darlin’, I’ve got everything under control!” Zeri shot back chipperly, beginning to hum a pleasant tune despite the array of flashing indicators to the poor ships failing health. With a disbelieving gaze was it that Fyv watched her much older, much larger, pilot continue on as if nothing had happened at all and completely ignored the fact that her arm had been punctured. Sighing sadly, the poor Zotoh moved her still functioning and fully intact arm to the small ebony statuette poking out of the other one, wincing slightly as her hand grazed over it.
Though the tissue would be quick to reform and the injury was actually rather mild by her kinds terms, it still hurt much more than she would have liked it too. Not that she particularly wanted it to hurt at all, but some pain was to be expected, especially while in the company of Zeri, mad woman that she was. But alas, that was why she was such a great companion, eccentric and rarely deterred by the mishaps around her, she always seemed to brighten the dreary walls of the living ship.
Though even the ship itself, Lyr as she had dubbed him, proved to be a rather interesting companion as well on the few occasions he wasn’t completely sapped of energy. From what? Why the various injuries he received almost daily by the incredibly untalented pilot he had been bonded to. No doubt against his will, as anytime Fyv’s and his conversations drifted to the topic of Zeri, he was nowhere near on the affectionate side.
If it was possible to do so without harming himself, surely he would have actually killed the hulking woman by now. Perhaps for the better, as it was likely she was soon to kill him at the pace she worked.
With a hard tug, Fyv managed to free her arm of the horrid statue pinning her to Lyr, unconsciously flinging directly at the carbon windows as she did so. As if the universe was finally punishing her for some unspeakable atrocity she must have committed in her former life, the carbon windows, able to take the force of a missile coming directly at it with little effort, actually cracked when the item made contact.
In what was perhaps the rarest occasion of all, Fyv’s expression turned from its usual calm, collected, and serene expression shifted to one of utmost horror. No. Way. Though Fyv herself had no way of knowing, Zeri’s expression mirrored hers as well, her loud, and decidedly obnoxious, humming dying off in a second. With a seriousness to her voice not often heard, Zeri commanded the girl behind her to enter her quarters as quickly as she could and to ready herself for a bumpy ride. More than a bit fearful at the circumstance and the unfamiliar tone held in her companion’s voice, Fyv dated for her quarters.
True to her word, the ride immediately lapsed back into the chaos it had been only moments before. Though this time, Fyv at least had the stability of soil to root herself into and remained largely unmoving through the flips, turns, and various other, what she assumed, maneuvers Zeri, or rather Lyr, completed.
Not too much longer later, was it that the ship made a very harsh impact into the waters surrounding Gaea. Only moments after that, was it that Zeri’s usual chipper words upon arrival echoed into Fyv’s ears, “and we are here! Huzzah! Yet another perfect landing by the great Zeri, blessed pilot of the goddess!~” If there had ever been any doubt to the true extent of Zeri’s narcissism in Fyv’s mind, it had surely vanished in that moment.
As would soon prove not to be the best idea in the world. With little warning the small, in comparison to her hulking companion at least, girl soon found herself flinging to the other side of the ship as, for some strange, incomprehensible reason, the ship entered a full on barrel roll. In circles, Fyv spun her way around the corridors of the ship, banging every and any part of her that seemed possible, and even some that honestly didn’t on the miscellaneous objects that decorated the ship’s hull. The most predominant of these various items seemed to be a gargoyle shaped figurine, which she had absolutely no memory of ever existing, let alone being in the ship’s hull, that insisted to stab her, painfully, in the abdomen with every full cycle around.
After what seemed an eternity of this torture was it that Zeri finally managed to take back control of the ship with yet another sudden jerk. A sudden jerk that threw the poor Zotoh straight into the, surprise, gargoyle figurine yet again, this time hard enough to actually puncture straight through her arm and bring on yet another wave of pain.
“See, nothing to worry about darlin’, I’ve got everything under control!” Zeri shot back chipperly, beginning to hum a pleasant tune despite the array of flashing indicators to the poor ships failing health. With a disbelieving gaze was it that Fyv watched her much older, much larger, pilot continue on as if nothing had happened at all and completely ignored the fact that her arm had been punctured. Sighing sadly, the poor Zotoh moved her still functioning and fully intact arm to the small ebony statuette poking out of the other one, wincing slightly as her hand grazed over it.
Though the tissue would be quick to reform and the injury was actually rather mild by her kinds terms, it still hurt much more than she would have liked it too. Not that she particularly wanted it to hurt at all, but some pain was to be expected, especially while in the company of Zeri, mad woman that she was. But alas, that was why she was such a great companion, eccentric and rarely deterred by the mishaps around her, she always seemed to brighten the dreary walls of the living ship.
Though even the ship itself, Lyr as she had dubbed him, proved to be a rather interesting companion as well on the few occasions he wasn’t completely sapped of energy. From what? Why the various injuries he received almost daily by the incredibly untalented pilot he had been bonded to. No doubt against his will, as anytime Fyv’s and his conversations drifted to the topic of Zeri, he was nowhere near on the affectionate side.
If it was possible to do so without harming himself, surely he would have actually killed the hulking woman by now. Perhaps for the better, as it was likely she was soon to kill him at the pace she worked.
With a hard tug, Fyv managed to free her arm of the horrid statue pinning her to Lyr, unconsciously flinging directly at the carbon windows as she did so. As if the universe was finally punishing her for some unspeakable atrocity she must have committed in her former life, the carbon windows, able to take the force of a missile coming directly at it with little effort, actually cracked when the item made contact.
In what was perhaps the rarest occasion of all, Fyv’s expression turned from its usual calm, collected, and serene expression shifted to one of utmost horror. No. Way. Though Fyv herself had no way of knowing, Zeri’s expression mirrored hers as well, her loud, and decidedly obnoxious, humming dying off in a second. With a seriousness to her voice not often heard, Zeri commanded the girl behind her to enter her quarters as quickly as she could and to ready herself for a bumpy ride. More than a bit fearful at the circumstance and the unfamiliar tone held in her companion’s voice, Fyv dated for her quarters.
True to her word, the ride immediately lapsed back into the chaos it had been only moments before. Though this time, Fyv at least had the stability of soil to root herself into and remained largely unmoving through the flips, turns, and various other, what she assumed, maneuvers Zeri, or rather Lyr, completed.
Not too much longer later, was it that the ship made a very harsh impact into the waters surrounding Gaea. Only moments after that, was it that Zeri’s usual chipper words upon arrival echoed into Fyv’s ears, “and we are here! Huzzah! Yet another perfect landing by the great Zeri, blessed pilot of the goddess!~” If there had ever been any doubt to the true extent of Zeri’s narcissism in Fyv’s mind, it had surely vanished in that moment.
OOC Notes
Tsytsin Botanical Gardens, Moscow Spaceport, Earth, Sol Star System
July 13th 2010
Cycle 84, 3781.11
Entering the atmosphere along the North Pole the Sugoian Navy shuttle touched down in it's designated dock. The reason it had not landed directly on Gaea was mostly due to the shuttle's short range. It would take too long to move it's ship of origin, the Takjol Hamon, above Gaea, so a stop-over was neccisary.
21 minutes later.
The generic, automated female voice present in most facilities that provided a transport serivce sounded over the intercom.
Ding. "Пожалуйста, выйдите из трамвая, как только дело доходит до полной остановки. Если вы войти в следующий трамвай подождите пожалуйста за желтой линией." Ding.
From what Rasa could gather from his limited understanding of Russian it was simply a message to take heed that you don't fall onto the tram tracks. He exited the tram quickly, knocking into half the people trying to board and reciving an angry word from an elderly man with a large beard. Looks like they're not aquainted with the custom of getting out of a foreign dignitary's way, I swear these Humans need to learn some manners if they expect to spread their species across the stars.
'Forgive me for that intrusion into your personal spac...' by the time Rasa had tried to respond the tram doors had already closed.
Rasa became aware of a small, accented voice coming from behind him. Immediately turning around he noticed a young woman, brown haired, wearing a suit and a white blouse. She greeted him by pressing her left fist against her open right palm, putting it against her chest and giving a short bow.
"Good day, sir. I'll be directing you to your express flight to Gaea."
In shock Rasa nearly took a step back onto the tracks.
'Uu-wah? Miss... I don't think you have the correct gesture. That was the gesture that a man makes when he wants to... escort a woman.'
The woman remained in the bow for a few seconds. An arkward silence if there ever was one.
"Oh. I... One of your comrades... Flight Lieutenant-"
'Hijimakkan. Don't worry, he always does this kind of stuff. But acting through a young woman... dishonourable. Well, if you would, could you escort me to my flight.'
The guide agreed and without further delay, escorted Rasa to the landing strip where an older model passenger jet was idling. He could see his friend, Hijimakkan waiting near the entrance ramp. Everyone just called him Hiji.
"Rasa. Look at that." said Hiji pointing skywards. There was nothing but open skys above with the occasional wispy cloud. "We haven't got anything nearly as blue and clear as that on Oalitalos. It's all giant red clouds and rays of orange light."
'You're lucky you even had a sky. The only sight I saw when I looked out the viewport on Raiifura was an ugly brown gas giant.'
Rasa followed his friend up the stairway, pausing only to wave at the bloused woman below. He took a seat next to a window with Hiji.
"So I heard you met a nice girl in the Spaceport, heh?"
'Don't tease me Hiji.'
Rasa looked out the window as the plane started to takeoff. Just like his trip to Earth he was going to sleep this one away.
Landing Strip 12, Gaea, Earth, Sol Star System
July 15th 2010
Cycle 85, 3781.14
Rasa watched the unloading of the GEARs that were to be showcased to a number of Earth military officials, they were to be taken to a large semi-underground werehouse near the Main Hall. While the human treatment of alien Genetics was better than treatment of human genetics, probably because they would have to put up with it for the sake of their relationships with other species, Rasa decided it would be safer keep his abilities under wraps for the time being.
After saying goodbye to Hiji and promising to see him during the festival, Rasa walked along a small path up the coast of the island. He took a seat on a bench opposite to the ocean. A soldier went running past, obviously searching for something. Rasa sat back and watched the lazy waves roll in, admiring their beauty when compared to the empty sea of stars that surrounded his home. He took a mental note that this was all owed to the Godess, who created the stars which in turn gave life to the planets that orbited them.
July 13th 2010
Cycle 84, 3781.11
Entering the atmosphere along the North Pole the Sugoian Navy shuttle touched down in it's designated dock. The reason it had not landed directly on Gaea was mostly due to the shuttle's short range. It would take too long to move it's ship of origin, the Takjol Hamon, above Gaea, so a stop-over was neccisary.
21 minutes later.
The generic, automated female voice present in most facilities that provided a transport serivce sounded over the intercom.
Ding. "Пожалуйста, выйдите из трамвая, как только дело доходит до полной остановки. Если вы войти в следующий трамвай подождите пожалуйста за желтой линией." Ding.
From what Rasa could gather from his limited understanding of Russian it was simply a message to take heed that you don't fall onto the tram tracks. He exited the tram quickly, knocking into half the people trying to board and reciving an angry word from an elderly man with a large beard. Looks like they're not aquainted with the custom of getting out of a foreign dignitary's way, I swear these Humans need to learn some manners if they expect to spread their species across the stars.
'Forgive me for that intrusion into your personal spac...' by the time Rasa had tried to respond the tram doors had already closed.
Rasa became aware of a small, accented voice coming from behind him. Immediately turning around he noticed a young woman, brown haired, wearing a suit and a white blouse. She greeted him by pressing her left fist against her open right palm, putting it against her chest and giving a short bow.
"Good day, sir. I'll be directing you to your express flight to Gaea."
In shock Rasa nearly took a step back onto the tracks.
'Uu-wah? Miss... I don't think you have the correct gesture. That was the gesture that a man makes when he wants to... escort a woman.'
The woman remained in the bow for a few seconds. An arkward silence if there ever was one.
"Oh. I... One of your comrades... Flight Lieutenant-"
'Hijimakkan. Don't worry, he always does this kind of stuff. But acting through a young woman... dishonourable. Well, if you would, could you escort me to my flight.'
The guide agreed and without further delay, escorted Rasa to the landing strip where an older model passenger jet was idling. He could see his friend, Hijimakkan waiting near the entrance ramp. Everyone just called him Hiji.
"Rasa. Look at that." said Hiji pointing skywards. There was nothing but open skys above with the occasional wispy cloud. "We haven't got anything nearly as blue and clear as that on Oalitalos. It's all giant red clouds and rays of orange light."
'You're lucky you even had a sky. The only sight I saw when I looked out the viewport on Raiifura was an ugly brown gas giant.'
Rasa followed his friend up the stairway, pausing only to wave at the bloused woman below. He took a seat next to a window with Hiji.
"So I heard you met a nice girl in the Spaceport, heh?"
'Don't tease me Hiji.'
Rasa looked out the window as the plane started to takeoff. Just like his trip to Earth he was going to sleep this one away.
Landing Strip 12, Gaea, Earth, Sol Star System
July 15th 2010
Cycle 85, 3781.14
Rasa watched the unloading of the GEARs that were to be showcased to a number of Earth military officials, they were to be taken to a large semi-underground werehouse near the Main Hall. While the human treatment of alien Genetics was better than treatment of human genetics, probably because they would have to put up with it for the sake of their relationships with other species, Rasa decided it would be safer keep his abilities under wraps for the time being.
After saying goodbye to Hiji and promising to see him during the festival, Rasa walked along a small path up the coast of the island. He took a seat on a bench opposite to the ocean. A soldier went running past, obviously searching for something. Rasa sat back and watched the lazy waves roll in, admiring their beauty when compared to the empty sea of stars that surrounded his home. He took a mental note that this was all owed to the Godess, who created the stars which in turn gave life to the planets that orbited them.
OOC Notes
Sebastian
Sebastian through a wrench clear across the shop, skimming just past a few valuable projects and landing harmlessly (more or less) on the floor after its impact with the far wall.
"I will never understand why you do that."
"Shut up Osiris."
Adjusting his position next to the GEAR Sebastian dove back into the cavity he had opened below the cockpit area of Osiris, reaching in his bag to grab a second wrench.
"Don't you have some event to attend-end-end-end-"
A firm *Whack* emitted from within the metallic chassis, followed directly by various electronic noises. Sebastian backed himself out of the GEAR and reinstalled the outer coverings and armor.
"Run a systems check, everything should be fine now."
"All systems functioning normally."
Sebastian patted the GEAR with one gloved hand, "You know, one of these days you'll realize that I really do know what I'm talking about." He smiled and tossed the few tools he had out back in his bag before shutting off the lights and making his way to the house to get ready for the upcoming festivities. He was looking forward to it, no doubt there would be some interesting people, and machines, out. It was the biggest party in the history of the world as they knew it, and he and his dad had been given tickets. He didn't do much for changing, simply replaced his dirty shirt with a new, almost identical one. Cleaning up a bit he rushed down to the garage where his father would be waiting for him.
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A cherry red convertible sports car rumbled across one of the bridges leading to Gaea. More than a few heads turned to see the circa '56 vehicle in better than new condition doing something other than sitting in a museum collection. The GEAR's had advanced life so quickly since that time, it had taken a decade or so for the full swing of advancement to begin but once it did the world never looked back. Well, most of the world never looked back, today a decent amount of them were looking back, it was one of the things Sebastian loved about his fathers collection of classic cars.
As they finally made it onto the island they showed their GC Guest pass to a director who promptly let them down an otherwise blocked path which lead to one of the many displays on the island. Parking the car in the display area Eli and Sebastian made their way out around the town, with no particular destination in mind yet, simply ready to see what there was to see before they made their way to the hall.
Sebastian through a wrench clear across the shop, skimming just past a few valuable projects and landing harmlessly (more or less) on the floor after its impact with the far wall.
"I will never understand why you do that."
"Shut up Osiris."
Adjusting his position next to the GEAR Sebastian dove back into the cavity he had opened below the cockpit area of Osiris, reaching in his bag to grab a second wrench.
"Don't you have some event to attend-end-end-end-"
A firm *Whack* emitted from within the metallic chassis, followed directly by various electronic noises. Sebastian backed himself out of the GEAR and reinstalled the outer coverings and armor.
"Run a systems check, everything should be fine now."
"All systems functioning normally."
Sebastian patted the GEAR with one gloved hand, "You know, one of these days you'll realize that I really do know what I'm talking about." He smiled and tossed the few tools he had out back in his bag before shutting off the lights and making his way to the house to get ready for the upcoming festivities. He was looking forward to it, no doubt there would be some interesting people, and machines, out. It was the biggest party in the history of the world as they knew it, and he and his dad had been given tickets. He didn't do much for changing, simply replaced his dirty shirt with a new, almost identical one. Cleaning up a bit he rushed down to the garage where his father would be waiting for him.
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A cherry red convertible sports car rumbled across one of the bridges leading to Gaea. More than a few heads turned to see the circa '56 vehicle in better than new condition doing something other than sitting in a museum collection. The GEAR's had advanced life so quickly since that time, it had taken a decade or so for the full swing of advancement to begin but once it did the world never looked back. Well, most of the world never looked back, today a decent amount of them were looking back, it was one of the things Sebastian loved about his fathers collection of classic cars.
As they finally made it onto the island they showed their GC Guest pass to a director who promptly let them down an otherwise blocked path which lead to one of the many displays on the island. Parking the car in the display area Eli and Sebastian made their way out around the town, with no particular destination in mind yet, simply ready to see what there was to see before they made their way to the hall.
OOC Notes
July 14 2010, Trans-planet junction 5, Earth.
Floating down from super-orbit, a small white flame approaches a beautiful but somehow lonely blue sphere. Surrounding the blue maiden a group of small steel lattices drift in a shape that can only be a parody of a ring. As if reacting to the flame, the lattice standing between it and the maiden opens its maw, revealing its innards as ablaze with light. Accepting the white flame into its body, the lattice once again closes up, and continues its silent sentry.
Emerging from the carrier and into a mess of people (if you could call most of them that) Cody wastes no time clearing arrival customs, mostly due to the receptionists’ obvious fear of him, and proceeds to the nearest smoke-sanctioned zone. Entering what seemed to be “outside” of the arrival terminal; Cody produced a single cigarette from his pack of seven star and lit it. Putting his lighter away and turning his cell phone to silent, Cody thought he would have his first reprieve in the last few days before having to contact her. Putting the filter to his teeth, Cody’s short personal time was immediately revoked from him.
“Yo!” A husky but feminine voice exclaimed.
A small hand carrying a deceptively large amount of force slapped against Cody’s back, turning his seven star into a falling star, then to an extinguished star as it miraculously hit the ground butt-first.
More than a little pissed off Cody turned around to a face he both expected and definitely didn’t want to see. Standing a full foot shorter than him, Silk’s emerald green eyes met Cody’s rifle green own completely unconcerned or possibly unaware of the pure hostility emanating from them.
“Even if the air is recycled, smoking is bad in any closed atmosphere environment you know,” The young admiral said through her ever-present capricious grin, complete with her signature ostentatious oak pipe.
“In that case,” Cody coldly remarked as he made a reach for the gaudy thing between her lips.
Not changing her expression the slightest bit, Silk removed her pipe with her right hand, and quickly but gently shunned Cody’s outstretched hand, blowing out a thin puff of white smoke directly at his face, much to his frustration.
“You sure get worked up over the strangest things,” Silk whimsically chuckled as she replaced her pipe, blowing out another thin stream from the corner of her mouth.
Cody suddenly feeling the urge to get as far away from this person as fast as possible, pushed up his aviators then putting his hands in his jacket’s pockets. Attempting to treat the admiral as a person capable of understanding the basics of common sense once again, Cody made his query. “So I’m assuming you brought me back here for more than just to feed your craving for screwing around with people right?”
“Now come don’t be like that. I don’t think we’ve talked since your stationing on Neptune to suppress that riot have we?” Another soft laugh escaped from Silk’s lips, “how’s your condition, mana-drive acting up again? I remember it like it was yesterday when you were convulsing on the ground spewing blood, me gently stroking your back. Whatever happened to those good old days?” Silk reminisced, her tone in something that resembled honesty or at least the closest she was capable of feigning, her hand reaching into her coat pocket.
“I got better; if I didn’t it was only going to get worse thanks to someone’s unnecessary stimulating of newly-graphed nerve endings. “ Cody curtly responded, averting his gaze to the side, afraid looking any longer at her face would cause him to go insane.
“Sounds like a truly atrocious person,” Silk remarked, producing a single envelope and holding it in front of Cody’s face. Hesitating for a second, Cody took the envelope and stared at it for a while, “It’s your invitation to that thing that’s happening on Gaea sometime soon, you know, with all the leaders of the treaty and such.” Silk explained.
“You think the place needs any more security? I’m pretty sure you and the rest of the top brass have things figured out.” Said Cody, peering from above his aviators his sceptic gaze was met by her coy one.
“Of course we have enough security,” Silk rebutted, “only an idiot would think this would go by without some raving lunatics wanting a fun time, other than the heads of state I mean.” Then she shifted the pipe in her mouth, a sign at which Cody winced at, bracing for what was to come, “what we are missing however is a headstrong reckless idiot whose commanding officer is away. No telling what will happen at these sorts of things you know. But don’t worry, in the likely case you go off and do anything I’ll write a letter explaining that you’re an idiot, so I got you covered. Unless of course you’re mistaken for a terrorist and are shot to death, in which case you’re on your own.” Silk idly stated as she turned around and headed to the departure terminal, “and by the way, a certain illegal was spotted entering Earth not too long ago, if you see him send my regards.”
Cody gazed that the admiral’s back for a while, then casted his eyes downward to the envelope, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Cody murmured as he headed in the opposite direction, a grin forming on his face.
Floating down from super-orbit, a small white flame approaches a beautiful but somehow lonely blue sphere. Surrounding the blue maiden a group of small steel lattices drift in a shape that can only be a parody of a ring. As if reacting to the flame, the lattice standing between it and the maiden opens its maw, revealing its innards as ablaze with light. Accepting the white flame into its body, the lattice once again closes up, and continues its silent sentry.
Emerging from the carrier and into a mess of people (if you could call most of them that) Cody wastes no time clearing arrival customs, mostly due to the receptionists’ obvious fear of him, and proceeds to the nearest smoke-sanctioned zone. Entering what seemed to be “outside” of the arrival terminal; Cody produced a single cigarette from his pack of seven star and lit it. Putting his lighter away and turning his cell phone to silent, Cody thought he would have his first reprieve in the last few days before having to contact her. Putting the filter to his teeth, Cody’s short personal time was immediately revoked from him.
“Yo!” A husky but feminine voice exclaimed.
A small hand carrying a deceptively large amount of force slapped against Cody’s back, turning his seven star into a falling star, then to an extinguished star as it miraculously hit the ground butt-first.
More than a little pissed off Cody turned around to a face he both expected and definitely didn’t want to see. Standing a full foot shorter than him, Silk’s emerald green eyes met Cody’s rifle green own completely unconcerned or possibly unaware of the pure hostility emanating from them.
“Even if the air is recycled, smoking is bad in any closed atmosphere environment you know,” The young admiral said through her ever-present capricious grin, complete with her signature ostentatious oak pipe.
“In that case,” Cody coldly remarked as he made a reach for the gaudy thing between her lips.
Not changing her expression the slightest bit, Silk removed her pipe with her right hand, and quickly but gently shunned Cody’s outstretched hand, blowing out a thin puff of white smoke directly at his face, much to his frustration.
“You sure get worked up over the strangest things,” Silk whimsically chuckled as she replaced her pipe, blowing out another thin stream from the corner of her mouth.
Cody suddenly feeling the urge to get as far away from this person as fast as possible, pushed up his aviators then putting his hands in his jacket’s pockets. Attempting to treat the admiral as a person capable of understanding the basics of common sense once again, Cody made his query. “So I’m assuming you brought me back here for more than just to feed your craving for screwing around with people right?”
“Now come don’t be like that. I don’t think we’ve talked since your stationing on Neptune to suppress that riot have we?” Another soft laugh escaped from Silk’s lips, “how’s your condition, mana-drive acting up again? I remember it like it was yesterday when you were convulsing on the ground spewing blood, me gently stroking your back. Whatever happened to those good old days?” Silk reminisced, her tone in something that resembled honesty or at least the closest she was capable of feigning, her hand reaching into her coat pocket.
“I got better; if I didn’t it was only going to get worse thanks to someone’s unnecessary stimulating of newly-graphed nerve endings. “ Cody curtly responded, averting his gaze to the side, afraid looking any longer at her face would cause him to go insane.
“Sounds like a truly atrocious person,” Silk remarked, producing a single envelope and holding it in front of Cody’s face. Hesitating for a second, Cody took the envelope and stared at it for a while, “It’s your invitation to that thing that’s happening on Gaea sometime soon, you know, with all the leaders of the treaty and such.” Silk explained.
“You think the place needs any more security? I’m pretty sure you and the rest of the top brass have things figured out.” Said Cody, peering from above his aviators his sceptic gaze was met by her coy one.
“Of course we have enough security,” Silk rebutted, “only an idiot would think this would go by without some raving lunatics wanting a fun time, other than the heads of state I mean.” Then she shifted the pipe in her mouth, a sign at which Cody winced at, bracing for what was to come, “what we are missing however is a headstrong reckless idiot whose commanding officer is away. No telling what will happen at these sorts of things you know. But don’t worry, in the likely case you go off and do anything I’ll write a letter explaining that you’re an idiot, so I got you covered. Unless of course you’re mistaken for a terrorist and are shot to death, in which case you’re on your own.” Silk idly stated as she turned around and headed to the departure terminal, “and by the way, a certain illegal was spotted entering Earth not too long ago, if you see him send my regards.”
Cody gazed that the admiral’s back for a while, then casted his eyes downward to the envelope, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Cody murmured as he headed in the opposite direction, a grin forming on his face.
OOC Notes
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About a week from Pluto
Space Shuttle to Earth
On all fours, his claws clinked on the tile as he walked down a corridor of the ship. Each of the perfectly round windows revealed a vast expanse of open space. Hunger was building up within his stomach; which is never a good thing in public places. Trying to ignore it, he headed for the sleeping chambers, there was about another week before they reached the docking bay at Pluto. There he would have to cross over to Flight 734a to Earth, and cross the terminal to reach his shuttle to Gaea. This did not bring a bother to the mind, as traveling was always an adventure. Finally reaching the sleeping chambers he passed as a search was conducted.
“Pass please.”
Said a rather plump human; with a professional tone with a hint of boredom.
He nodded before reaching a claw to grab a holograph I.D. card with his name, species, and final destination.
“Sca...Scale.nzar…Cri…”
This man seemed almost blue in the face from trying to pronounce his name. The creature rolled his illuminated yellow eyes. The rest of his faced seemed bored, and without a smile. Though a smile would reveal all his teeth; a great mood killer.
“Its Scalenzar Crickza Razenthor, but I go by Crickza.” His mind spoke clearly, and true. This had caught the man off guard though, which made Crickza crack a grin.
“Um...right, says here you’re a Laciekion?” He stumbled over the “c” which is pronounced like a “z” not “s.”
This was getting old, and his stomach brought thoughts of just eating the man. Not like anyone would miss a lousy security guard right?
“It’s pronounced Lay-Zee-Key-On, and yes, that is what I am.” He snapped; he was becoming agitated with the human. Patience wasn’t a virtue back home. His plasma scales began glowing slightly.
“Uh…and...You’re going to Ear...Earth?” The man was clearly thinking of changing careers and a few beads of sweat broke.
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” His teeth showed, and his claws scratched the tile creating a screech.
“Nuh...No sir, very well…You can go...now.”
That’s much better, Crickza though to himself. Now time for rest, then food, yes food. I need some damn food. His mind wondered to the plump security guard, and he licked the lining of his mouth. The chambers were egg shaped, similar to a cryogenics chamber, but they only induced sleep; instead of preserving youth. The door to his chamber opened creating a burst of steam. He entered, and set the wake time and date for his landing.
July 10, 2010
The shuttle had landed, and Crickza’s stomach was growling. This wasn’t good; he needed a clean record in this star system. He was currently at the exiting bay doors, a masculine voice came on. “Zzt this is your Captain speaking, the temperature within the dome is a mere 20 degrees Fahrenheit, and the traffic among travelers is dense. So watch your step, and we hope to see you flying with us again. Zzt.” With a huff, he hulked himself out the door once it opened. He had to catch the shuttle to New York, Earth. The cold temperature hit Crickza hard, and he began shaking with something similar to a seizure. Cold was not his friend, and never would be. About the only chance of warmth would be a meal, and that’s just what he saw walking down one of the terminal’s under construction. A grin spread across his mouth, before stalking after the man. Silent as a mouse, stealthy as a lion, and most important of all was being as viscous as a hungry dragon. There was no scream; there were only a few trickles of blood. It was over. As he turned he noticed a document upon the ground, it was a letter, and an invitation at that!
“Oh, you’re so kind!” he laughed towards his stomach. The invitation seemed to allow entrance to the main part of the celebration. This really brought a grin to Crickza’s lips. Quickly Crickza began sprinting like a cheetah down the terminals, the time showed 3:34pm, he had 5mins to get to the connecting shuttle. He pushed and shoved pass people, creating a stir of aggravation from the many people. Not that he cared, but it was still an observation. He reached it and showed is I.D. It turned out that this ship also had sleeping chambers, but it was cabin sized. So sleep wasn’t a choice, it just happened. This didn’t bother Crickza whatsoever, as he needed to digest his latest meal, which had caused a cramp in his side from the run.
The shipped buzzed, as the engines ignited. The pressure changed and balance moved as the ship began turning and rising in height. The sleep inducing cabins began working their magic. Before long he was asleep. One more stop, then a ride on a boat; he would be there. The party of the century!
About a week from Pluto
Space Shuttle to Earth
On all fours, his claws clinked on the tile as he walked down a corridor of the ship. Each of the perfectly round windows revealed a vast expanse of open space. Hunger was building up within his stomach; which is never a good thing in public places. Trying to ignore it, he headed for the sleeping chambers, there was about another week before they reached the docking bay at Pluto. There he would have to cross over to Flight 734a to Earth, and cross the terminal to reach his shuttle to Gaea. This did not bring a bother to the mind, as traveling was always an adventure. Finally reaching the sleeping chambers he passed as a search was conducted.
“Pass please.”
Said a rather plump human; with a professional tone with a hint of boredom.
He nodded before reaching a claw to grab a holograph I.D. card with his name, species, and final destination.
“Sca...Scale.nzar…Cri…”
This man seemed almost blue in the face from trying to pronounce his name. The creature rolled his illuminated yellow eyes. The rest of his faced seemed bored, and without a smile. Though a smile would reveal all his teeth; a great mood killer.
“Its Scalenzar Crickza Razenthor, but I go by Crickza.” His mind spoke clearly, and true. This had caught the man off guard though, which made Crickza crack a grin.
“Um...right, says here you’re a Laciekion?” He stumbled over the “c” which is pronounced like a “z” not “s.”
This was getting old, and his stomach brought thoughts of just eating the man. Not like anyone would miss a lousy security guard right?
“It’s pronounced Lay-Zee-Key-On, and yes, that is what I am.” He snapped; he was becoming agitated with the human. Patience wasn’t a virtue back home. His plasma scales began glowing slightly.
“Uh…and...You’re going to Ear...Earth?” The man was clearly thinking of changing careers and a few beads of sweat broke.
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” His teeth showed, and his claws scratched the tile creating a screech.
“Nuh...No sir, very well…You can go...now.”
That’s much better, Crickza though to himself. Now time for rest, then food, yes food. I need some damn food. His mind wondered to the plump security guard, and he licked the lining of his mouth. The chambers were egg shaped, similar to a cryogenics chamber, but they only induced sleep; instead of preserving youth. The door to his chamber opened creating a burst of steam. He entered, and set the wake time and date for his landing.
July 10, 2010
The shuttle had landed, and Crickza’s stomach was growling. This wasn’t good; he needed a clean record in this star system. He was currently at the exiting bay doors, a masculine voice came on. “Zzt this is your Captain speaking, the temperature within the dome is a mere 20 degrees Fahrenheit, and the traffic among travelers is dense. So watch your step, and we hope to see you flying with us again. Zzt.” With a huff, he hulked himself out the door once it opened. He had to catch the shuttle to New York, Earth. The cold temperature hit Crickza hard, and he began shaking with something similar to a seizure. Cold was not his friend, and never would be. About the only chance of warmth would be a meal, and that’s just what he saw walking down one of the terminal’s under construction. A grin spread across his mouth, before stalking after the man. Silent as a mouse, stealthy as a lion, and most important of all was being as viscous as a hungry dragon. There was no scream; there were only a few trickles of blood. It was over. As he turned he noticed a document upon the ground, it was a letter, and an invitation at that!
“Oh, you’re so kind!” he laughed towards his stomach. The invitation seemed to allow entrance to the main part of the celebration. This really brought a grin to Crickza’s lips. Quickly Crickza began sprinting like a cheetah down the terminals, the time showed 3:34pm, he had 5mins to get to the connecting shuttle. He pushed and shoved pass people, creating a stir of aggravation from the many people. Not that he cared, but it was still an observation. He reached it and showed is I.D. It turned out that this ship also had sleeping chambers, but it was cabin sized. So sleep wasn’t a choice, it just happened. This didn’t bother Crickza whatsoever, as he needed to digest his latest meal, which had caused a cramp in his side from the run.
The shipped buzzed, as the engines ignited. The pressure changed and balance moved as the ship began turning and rising in height. The sleep inducing cabins began working their magic. Before long he was asleep. One more stop, then a ride on a boat; he would be there. The party of the century!
OOC Notes
Captain Quentin Ramirez Phoenix stood outside the Don Jose's personal office building. Jose was a pretty big-time associate of the King, and that made his organization a key stepping stone to Phoenix’s Ascension.
It was a fairly bright day, as bright as the smoggy urban sky of Mars could get, anyway. Phoenix was flanked by the four toughest—and toughest looking—enforcers he could scrounge up on short notice with the promise of wealth and infamy. Armed to the teeth with concealed weaponry, an average height of six-six, bald, each with a unique style of facial hair.
He opened the glass double doors and stepped into the opulent lounge of red carpets and marble pillars. They marched up to the front desk. Phoenix leaned down and said, “Party of five under Phoenix. I have an appointment with the big boss.”
The receptionist, some twenty-something chit obviously selected more for her measurements than her ability to properly greet a pirate and his crew, casually blew a bubble, popped it, and replied, “Upstairs…all the way up. He’s expecting you.” She then returned to filing her nails and casting flirtatious glances one of the younger guards posted downstairs.
Phoenix rolled his eyes. There was someone that would never amount to anything in life. He headed over to the elevator, stared down the man standing their, and pressed the up button. Each enforcer followed their boss’s example and cast the elevator guard a dismissive look as they entered the box.
“Look sharp, men,” said Phoenix, adjusted the coat that hung around her shoulders. He nodded to Goatee who pressed the button to take them up top. There was some miscellaneous shuffling of guns, ammunition, and outer clothing until the elevator dinged. The walked out into a hallway, again with the red carpet, decorated with painting and tapestries depicting scenes of historical and mythological note. Probably all originals, too. Phoenix made a mental note that they would have to try and leave with some of them, provided every thing went according to plan. Interestingly enough, there weren’t any guards posted here. They must all have been in the main room. Phoenix directed Goatee and Porn Stache to open the doors, while the other two marched in ahead of Phoenix. Once their boss was through, they resumed following him.
It was a typical penthouse-big-boss-overlook suit. Big glass windows on three sides to show a view of the streets Don Jose ruled from on high. The room was full of bodyguards. Phoenix counted a dozen. That would make this a bit troublesome if things came to shots. He noticed Stubble was getting rather anxious, having reach inside his coat and already having a finger on the trigger of his laser-magnum. Soul Patch seemed a bit out-of-it; Phoenix wondered if he’d been taking hallucinogens before they left their headquarters. Idiot. He’d told him not to do that anymore.
The big cushy chair behind the oaken desk spun around. Don Jose was a man in his early fifties, and the lines and scars on his face showed that he’d spent much of that time in the Game. His dead grey eyes made the attempt at piercing into Phoenix, but the Captain was pretty opaque and was spending too much time ascertaining the best way to drop everyone in the room to play silly staring contests.
Don Jose stroked his chin. “Have a seat,” he said. Phoenix casually sat in the slightly less cushy chair before him, his enforcers forming a half circle behind him. Jose took a draw from his cigarillo and continued.
“I think you know why I’ve brought you in here today.”
“You’re mad about us taking over your drug hustle in the streets,” Phoenix replied matter-of-factly.
“Indeed. Now, since I respect you, I’ve decided against simply icing your operation like would be all neat and easy. I’ll let you get away with doing business on my turf, as long as you pay the proper cost of doing business. Twenty percent, which is incredibly generous, mind you. Take it or leave it.”
Phoenix raised an eyebrow. “I see. I’m afraid that’s just too much.”
“Oh?” Jose looked slightly confused.
Phoenix grinned. “I was just going to let you keep five percent.”
At that Jose frowned. Porn Stache and Goatee joined Stubble in the under-coat trigger-clutching. Soul Patch continued to stair off into space.
“I don’t think you grasp the gravity of this situation,” Jose said.
“Enlighten me, then.”
“You’re a bloody small operation, get it? What? You and these four blokes here are all you’ve got, ain’t it? Them and a couple sellers and a couple pencil pushers? You ain’t got nothing compared to my faction, and you think you can take me on? Just who do you think you are? Now, you can take your cut…which I’ve just decided I’m bringing down to ten percent, and get out of here. Keep your life, keep your activities, and hey, it’s all good.”
Phoenix cocked his head back and pursed his lips before speaking again. “Look,” he began. “I’m gonna lay this out for you, Don, and I’ll only lay it out once so catch it the first time: Fuck you, fuck your sleazy Fu Manchu, fuck that comb-over, fuck them two-bit cigars, fuck your limousine, fuck your bodyguards, fuck your only so-so blonde receptionist, fuck your building, fuck your drugs, fuck this planet, fuck Pirate King Zekkai. I’m Captain Phoenix, motherfucker. My mana-drive makes me immortal and my GEAR’s got golden drills on it , so you’d best stop talkin’ trash at me, or else I’m-a have my posse beat the ever-lovin’ shit out ya.” He crossed his arms and gave him a wut expression for good measure.
As the vein in Don Jose’s forehead throbbed, Phoenix clicked a button on his watch that would send Cass the message to start sniping these bodyguards from her position in the opposite building.
It was a fairly bright day, as bright as the smoggy urban sky of Mars could get, anyway. Phoenix was flanked by the four toughest—and toughest looking—enforcers he could scrounge up on short notice with the promise of wealth and infamy. Armed to the teeth with concealed weaponry, an average height of six-six, bald, each with a unique style of facial hair.
He opened the glass double doors and stepped into the opulent lounge of red carpets and marble pillars. They marched up to the front desk. Phoenix leaned down and said, “Party of five under Phoenix. I have an appointment with the big boss.”
The receptionist, some twenty-something chit obviously selected more for her measurements than her ability to properly greet a pirate and his crew, casually blew a bubble, popped it, and replied, “Upstairs…all the way up. He’s expecting you.” She then returned to filing her nails and casting flirtatious glances one of the younger guards posted downstairs.
Phoenix rolled his eyes. There was someone that would never amount to anything in life. He headed over to the elevator, stared down the man standing their, and pressed the up button. Each enforcer followed their boss’s example and cast the elevator guard a dismissive look as they entered the box.
“Look sharp, men,” said Phoenix, adjusted the coat that hung around her shoulders. He nodded to Goatee who pressed the button to take them up top. There was some miscellaneous shuffling of guns, ammunition, and outer clothing until the elevator dinged. The walked out into a hallway, again with the red carpet, decorated with painting and tapestries depicting scenes of historical and mythological note. Probably all originals, too. Phoenix made a mental note that they would have to try and leave with some of them, provided every thing went according to plan. Interestingly enough, there weren’t any guards posted here. They must all have been in the main room. Phoenix directed Goatee and Porn Stache to open the doors, while the other two marched in ahead of Phoenix. Once their boss was through, they resumed following him.
It was a typical penthouse-big-boss-overlook suit. Big glass windows on three sides to show a view of the streets Don Jose ruled from on high. The room was full of bodyguards. Phoenix counted a dozen. That would make this a bit troublesome if things came to shots. He noticed Stubble was getting rather anxious, having reach inside his coat and already having a finger on the trigger of his laser-magnum. Soul Patch seemed a bit out-of-it; Phoenix wondered if he’d been taking hallucinogens before they left their headquarters. Idiot. He’d told him not to do that anymore.
The big cushy chair behind the oaken desk spun around. Don Jose was a man in his early fifties, and the lines and scars on his face showed that he’d spent much of that time in the Game. His dead grey eyes made the attempt at piercing into Phoenix, but the Captain was pretty opaque and was spending too much time ascertaining the best way to drop everyone in the room to play silly staring contests.
Don Jose stroked his chin. “Have a seat,” he said. Phoenix casually sat in the slightly less cushy chair before him, his enforcers forming a half circle behind him. Jose took a draw from his cigarillo and continued.
“I think you know why I’ve brought you in here today.”
“You’re mad about us taking over your drug hustle in the streets,” Phoenix replied matter-of-factly.
“Indeed. Now, since I respect you, I’ve decided against simply icing your operation like would be all neat and easy. I’ll let you get away with doing business on my turf, as long as you pay the proper cost of doing business. Twenty percent, which is incredibly generous, mind you. Take it or leave it.”
Phoenix raised an eyebrow. “I see. I’m afraid that’s just too much.”
“Oh?” Jose looked slightly confused.
Phoenix grinned. “I was just going to let you keep five percent.”
At that Jose frowned. Porn Stache and Goatee joined Stubble in the under-coat trigger-clutching. Soul Patch continued to stair off into space.
“I don’t think you grasp the gravity of this situation,” Jose said.
“Enlighten me, then.”
“You’re a bloody small operation, get it? What? You and these four blokes here are all you’ve got, ain’t it? Them and a couple sellers and a couple pencil pushers? You ain’t got nothing compared to my faction, and you think you can take me on? Just who do you think you are? Now, you can take your cut…which I’ve just decided I’m bringing down to ten percent, and get out of here. Keep your life, keep your activities, and hey, it’s all good.”
Phoenix cocked his head back and pursed his lips before speaking again. “Look,” he began. “I’m gonna lay this out for you, Don, and I’ll only lay it out once so catch it the first time: Fuck you, fuck your sleazy Fu Manchu, fuck that comb-over, fuck them two-bit cigars, fuck your limousine, fuck your bodyguards, fuck your only so-so blonde receptionist, fuck your building, fuck your drugs, fuck this planet, fuck Pirate King Zekkai. I’m Captain Phoenix, motherfucker. My mana-drive makes me immortal and my GEAR’s got golden drills on it , so you’d best stop talkin’ trash at me, or else I’m-a have my posse beat the ever-lovin’ shit out ya.” He crossed his arms and gave him a wut expression for good measure.
As the vein in Don Jose’s forehead throbbed, Phoenix clicked a button on his watch that would send Cass the message to start sniping these bodyguards from her position in the opposite building.
OOC Notes
The triple storey cruises fared into the docks slowly; there was too much traffic on the water. It was Rae’s first visit to Gaea, but even from her vantage point on the top of the cruiser she could see that it was huge. Sky scrapers overshadowed the bay, where the big bosses of the Global Conglomerate were probably sitting in their penthouse apartments of the umpteenth floor, looking down on the plain people and thinking about how good they have it.
They don’t care about unimportant humans like me, Rae thought. They only care about themselves. A CG soldiers would probably shoot her for thinking that, but she felt it was true. They liked to think they were doing everyone a favour, with the whole proctecting humanity ordeal.
The cruiser docked, and Rae slid down the passageway onto the shore, feeling a migraine coming up. It was one of many side-effects that came with the Mana-Drive implant, one of the many that made her life hell.
There’d better be a bar close by.
The island was very tourist orientated, or maybe that was just because of the celebrations. Rae didn’t doubt that the party was going to be colossal, and she was already looking forward to drinking the pain away. When she glanced upwards, through the skyscrapers and artificial palm trees, she could see the large blue sky. It was virtually cloud-less. She'd only been outside Earth a few times, and for short periods. For space travel you either needed to be a Spacer, or have a shit load of money. Rae had neither, since she'd gambled it all away.
They don’t care about unimportant humans like me, Rae thought. They only care about themselves. A CG soldiers would probably shoot her for thinking that, but she felt it was true. They liked to think they were doing everyone a favour, with the whole proctecting humanity ordeal.
The cruiser docked, and Rae slid down the passageway onto the shore, feeling a migraine coming up. It was one of many side-effects that came with the Mana-Drive implant, one of the many that made her life hell.
There’d better be a bar close by.
The island was very tourist orientated, or maybe that was just because of the celebrations. Rae didn’t doubt that the party was going to be colossal, and she was already looking forward to drinking the pain away. When she glanced upwards, through the skyscrapers and artificial palm trees, she could see the large blue sky. It was virtually cloud-less. She'd only been outside Earth a few times, and for short periods. For space travel you either needed to be a Spacer, or have a shit load of money. Rae had neither, since she'd gambled it all away.
OOC Notes
Beep, beep, beep, beep. Her own watch flashed on and off, a message sent from her captain to start the attack.
But. One problem.
Cass was hopelessly lost.
She groaned and stomped her foot in frustration. She knew that she should of stayed at her post, which gave her a clear view of the opposite building--and a clear view the room where Captain Phoenix was going to have his little "meeting". It was the perfect sniping place! But...It was just so boring having to wait for them, it took forever, and she had decided to get up and walk around for a bit to kill some time.
And instead, she became lost in this big building where the hallways and stairs made no sense. At ALL. Cass adjusted the large, stolen bazooka on her shoulder. She couldn't help but grin at herself. The bazooka was just lying around on the table... in the weapons room...a locked weapons room. Ohh, she couldn't resist. The temptation was far too great. Her fingers itched to use it.
Suddenly, Cass stopped. She slapped her hand on a wooden sign that read "STAIRS. Upstairs to 3rd floor."
"WHAT!" she yelled loudly, uttering a pirate curse as she lifted her leg and kicked the sign across the hallway. It made a loud bang as it hit the metal ground. "But I'm already on the third floor, right?!" Wrong. She groaned again. Cass ran up to the elevator and punched the "up" button. Twice. Three times. Four. Seven.
Suddenly a voice came from across the hallway: "Hey! You! Stop!"
Cass turned to the direction of the yeller, and felt her jaw drop when a hoard of men, dressed in black suits, were making their ways towards her. Really fast. Guards. It was more than obvious that the bazooka she stole wasn't exactly, er..."allowed" to be stolen. And it must have been valuable too. The goddamn weapon was freaking decorated with diamonds and gems! Seriously, how can anybody resist themselves from that?!
"There she is!" one of the men yelled.
Whack, whack, whack. "Come on, come on, come on!" Cass muttered as she hit the elevator button again and again. Okay, she was really panicking now. The men were closing in on her. Ding! came the heavenly sound as the doors slid open. She was about to step in when suddenly a hand clung onto her arm roughly. Oh, DAMN!!
It was one of the guards. "Gotcha, you little wench!" he cried triumphantly. Cass cursed again smashed her foot into his face. The man pulled away, screaming. As soon as she was free, Cass backed up into the elevator and held up the bazooka, pointing it outside, her hand on the trigger. "Alright, come on!" she yelled, her eyes taking on the same insane expression similar to her captain.
The rest of the men immediately cowered back, and some even ran away on the spot. No one was really in the mood to deal with a pyromaniac brat with a loaded exploding weapon.
Cass smiled. "That's more like it." She hit the "up" button that would (hopefully) take her to the right floor. She tapped her feet impatiently, and ran out once the doors were open. Ah, this was it. She recognized this hallway. She barged through the door at the end, and a 10-centimeter smile grew on her dirty and sweaty face. "YES!" she yelled, throwing up her fists in the air. "This is the place!" Cass drew the curtains of the windows, and there, right across her, was the building and room that her captain was in. The windows gave her a perfect view of it all. She set the bazooka on the floor and swiftly withdrew her twin lazer guns. She got in position and took aim. A dozen bodyguards. One next to the table in the room. For once she was thankful of her Genetic powers. Bam! she fired. The man fell to the floor like a rock. Now the room was in chaos, everyone except her comrades looking around in sheer panic, looking for the source of the attack. Ah, one man bending down to examine the one on the floor. Bam! Two down.
Cass took out the next seven before she was found out. The bodyguard who looked across the window and pointed straight at her was yelling his head off, giving away her position. In exchange, she blew his head off. That was ten.
She got ready for the next one once they started swarming the windows. Then suddenly the door behind her burst open with a loud crash, and before she knew what was happening, the men in black from before were pouring into the room.
"Hands up in the air!" the leader of them yelled.
Cass glanced over her shoulder. "Oh...crap."
But. One problem.
Cass was hopelessly lost.
She groaned and stomped her foot in frustration. She knew that she should of stayed at her post, which gave her a clear view of the opposite building--and a clear view the room where Captain Phoenix was going to have his little "meeting". It was the perfect sniping place! But...It was just so boring having to wait for them, it took forever, and she had decided to get up and walk around for a bit to kill some time.
And instead, she became lost in this big building where the hallways and stairs made no sense. At ALL. Cass adjusted the large, stolen bazooka on her shoulder. She couldn't help but grin at herself. The bazooka was just lying around on the table... in the weapons room...a locked weapons room. Ohh, she couldn't resist. The temptation was far too great. Her fingers itched to use it.
Suddenly, Cass stopped. She slapped her hand on a wooden sign that read "STAIRS. Upstairs to 3rd floor."
"WHAT!" she yelled loudly, uttering a pirate curse as she lifted her leg and kicked the sign across the hallway. It made a loud bang as it hit the metal ground. "But I'm already on the third floor, right?!" Wrong. She groaned again. Cass ran up to the elevator and punched the "up" button. Twice. Three times. Four. Seven.
Suddenly a voice came from across the hallway: "Hey! You! Stop!"
Cass turned to the direction of the yeller, and felt her jaw drop when a hoard of men, dressed in black suits, were making their ways towards her. Really fast. Guards. It was more than obvious that the bazooka she stole wasn't exactly, er..."allowed" to be stolen. And it must have been valuable too. The goddamn weapon was freaking decorated with diamonds and gems! Seriously, how can anybody resist themselves from that?!
"There she is!" one of the men yelled.
Whack, whack, whack. "Come on, come on, come on!" Cass muttered as she hit the elevator button again and again. Okay, she was really panicking now. The men were closing in on her. Ding! came the heavenly sound as the doors slid open. She was about to step in when suddenly a hand clung onto her arm roughly. Oh, DAMN!!
It was one of the guards. "Gotcha, you little wench!" he cried triumphantly. Cass cursed again smashed her foot into his face. The man pulled away, screaming. As soon as she was free, Cass backed up into the elevator and held up the bazooka, pointing it outside, her hand on the trigger. "Alright, come on!" she yelled, her eyes taking on the same insane expression similar to her captain.
The rest of the men immediately cowered back, and some even ran away on the spot. No one was really in the mood to deal with a pyromaniac brat with a loaded exploding weapon.
Cass smiled. "That's more like it." She hit the "up" button that would (hopefully) take her to the right floor. She tapped her feet impatiently, and ran out once the doors were open. Ah, this was it. She recognized this hallway. She barged through the door at the end, and a 10-centimeter smile grew on her dirty and sweaty face. "YES!" she yelled, throwing up her fists in the air. "This is the place!" Cass drew the curtains of the windows, and there, right across her, was the building and room that her captain was in. The windows gave her a perfect view of it all. She set the bazooka on the floor and swiftly withdrew her twin lazer guns. She got in position and took aim. A dozen bodyguards. One next to the table in the room. For once she was thankful of her Genetic powers. Bam! she fired. The man fell to the floor like a rock. Now the room was in chaos, everyone except her comrades looking around in sheer panic, looking for the source of the attack. Ah, one man bending down to examine the one on the floor. Bam! Two down.
Cass took out the next seven before she was found out. The bodyguard who looked across the window and pointed straight at her was yelling his head off, giving away her position. In exchange, she blew his head off. That was ten.
She got ready for the next one once they started swarming the windows. Then suddenly the door behind her burst open with a loud crash, and before she knew what was happening, the men in black from before were pouring into the room.
"Hands up in the air!" the leader of them yelled.
Cass glanced over her shoulder. "Oh...crap."
OOC Notes
There was a moment of thick silence as the guards began to inch closer. The speech had drawn the attention of Soul Patch, who had broken out into a cold sweat. What, did he think this was gonna be all rainbows and bunnies?
His confidence look faltered a bit. Something was wrong. Death from afar should have been raining quite immediately. The bodyguards had already drawn their weapons, a chorus of clicks passing around the room. His men pulled out there own weapons. Phoenix regained his composure. It wasn't like he hadn't been riddle with bullets before. Still, maybe this conversation was salvageable. He whipped out the plasmafrag grenade in his pocket and stood up.
"Nobody move or everybody goes!"
This made the bodyguards pause. Don Jose furrowed his brow, obviously trying to decide if this was a bluff or not. They held the Mexican standoff for a couple minutes, when a shot came through the window and smoked one of the guards in the head. The room exploded into a hail of gunfire, with sniper shots continuing to come down from across the street. When the smoke cleared, everybody was dead except for Phoenix and the Don.
Phoenix coughed, took out his plasma pistol and and shoved it in Jose's face. "Let's continue negotiations, shall we?"
The Don's eyes bugged out and he blabbered, "Look, you'll never get away with this! The King ain't gonna stand for this kind of madcap insanity!"
Phoenix cocked his head to the side in thought. "Yeah, you're right. So I guess there's no reason not to kill you right now."
"Wait, no, maybe we can work something--" ZAP.
"Well, onto the next thing," said Phoenix, getting out his sights to take a peak across the way. He spotted Cass in a room full of black-suited men brandishing firearms. What had that girl gotten herself into? There was only one way out of this. Phoenix clicked the other button on his watch.
"LA SOMBRA...ACTION!"
There was a great rumbling , as a massive gilded drill burst forth from the busy street below, causing traffic jams on either in. The drills on either arms readjusted and mounted on the shoulders, catching the light just perfectly. It extended its hand as Phoenix leapt down upon it, and the hand drew him closer so he could hop into the cockpit.
Initiating...
Commencing Pilot Regocnition Sequence...
CAST IN THE NAME OF GOLD, YE GREEDY.
Welcome, Captain Phoenix!
He turned towards the building and put the GEAR's hand through the window. He opened the cockpit hatch and cried, "Come on Cass, let's blow this chili dog stand!"
Hmm..chili dogs...right now, that sounded pretty good.
His confidence look faltered a bit. Something was wrong. Death from afar should have been raining quite immediately. The bodyguards had already drawn their weapons, a chorus of clicks passing around the room. His men pulled out there own weapons. Phoenix regained his composure. It wasn't like he hadn't been riddle with bullets before. Still, maybe this conversation was salvageable. He whipped out the plasmafrag grenade in his pocket and stood up.
"Nobody move or everybody goes!"
This made the bodyguards pause. Don Jose furrowed his brow, obviously trying to decide if this was a bluff or not. They held the Mexican standoff for a couple minutes, when a shot came through the window and smoked one of the guards in the head. The room exploded into a hail of gunfire, with sniper shots continuing to come down from across the street. When the smoke cleared, everybody was dead except for Phoenix and the Don.
Phoenix coughed, took out his plasma pistol and and shoved it in Jose's face. "Let's continue negotiations, shall we?"
The Don's eyes bugged out and he blabbered, "Look, you'll never get away with this! The King ain't gonna stand for this kind of madcap insanity!"
Phoenix cocked his head to the side in thought. "Yeah, you're right. So I guess there's no reason not to kill you right now."
"Wait, no, maybe we can work something--" ZAP.
"Well, onto the next thing," said Phoenix, getting out his sights to take a peak across the way. He spotted Cass in a room full of black-suited men brandishing firearms. What had that girl gotten herself into? There was only one way out of this. Phoenix clicked the other button on his watch.
"LA SOMBRA...ACTION!"
There was a great rumbling , as a massive gilded drill burst forth from the busy street below, causing traffic jams on either in. The drills on either arms readjusted and mounted on the shoulders, catching the light just perfectly. It extended its hand as Phoenix leapt down upon it, and the hand drew him closer so he could hop into the cockpit.
Initiating...
Commencing Pilot Regocnition Sequence...
CAST IN THE NAME OF GOLD, YE GREEDY.
Welcome, Captain Phoenix!
He turned towards the building and put the GEAR's hand through the window. He opened the cockpit hatch and cried, "Come on Cass, let's blow this chili dog stand!"
Hmm..chili dogs...right now, that sounded pretty good.
OOC Notes
Somewhere Outside of Gaea
The Ever Noble Aston
An old wooden cargo ship was approaching the docks of Gaea. The hold was filled with giant crate upon giant crate, all supplies for the soirée that was to be held soon. It was one hell of a sight to see, such an old vessel. With all the holes that the ship held, one would have expected the thing to sink, however, it held damn well through the rough trip from New York.
The crew ran to and fro from different parts of the ship, shouting long strings of profanity to one another, some of them, clearly intoxicated. The men had had a festival of their own that lasted from last night, into the wee hours of the morning. It was only thanks to that drop in their defense [though it wasn’t like they we’re much of a problem to begin with, the men only had a few Privates on board, with light weapons and armor. And they too had been intoxicated] that one fellow in particular was able to stow away in a certain crate, in a certain back area of the ship. Inside that crate in the back of the hold, the man sat, cramped and wet from water seeping in through the bottom of the floor [and through the slits of the crate], he waited for his chance.
The bespectacled man let out a grunt of frustration, trying to make sense of how one with such noble roots, ended up stowing away on such a shit hole of a ship—to a fancy party he didn’t even have a formal invitation to.
New York, July 14th 11:25 P.M.
“Relax! I just wanted some alone time, I think you and I could work out an interesting agreement…you see, my name’s not on the guest list for that little shindig…” Aston had his sheathed blade gripped in his left hand, while his hazel eyes pulled themselves away from the pile of ash that was his last target, to face the last of the men, who had his rifle pointed dead at the Genetic’s skull.
“You G-G-Genetic bastard! You…” He pulled down on the trigger, sending a steady spray of bullets the young Roux’s way. To his horror though, the soldier watched as this ‘monster’s body flickered away, and reappeared just a foot in front of him.
The blade was drawn now, and Susanoo’s silver blade, which was beaming in the moonlight, was pointed dead at the soldier’s throat. With the force that Aston would surely exert when he would shove the blade into him, the man was certain that he was staring down the Grim Reaper himself. The branded fugitive giggled with delight at the sound of the once boisterous soiling himself.
“If that is any indication, I trust you’ll have no problem hearing me out?” He smirked, the soldier grunted, the Genetic couldn’t see his prey’s face, but he was almost certain he was sending him seriously dirty looks.
“I’ll never work with a Genetic—“ Aston extended his arm, just a bit further, now pressing it ever so gently up against the man’s neck. “F-fine! I’ll hear you out, that’s all!”
“That’s all I can ask for. Now then, I hear there’s a festival to be held in ‘Gaea’ tomorrow? I want to be there. I’ll need passage, and a ticket to the place where the real party will be. Not just where the riff raff is.” He smiled playfully, even going so far as to rest his free arm on the soldier’s shoulder, taking care not to move Susanoo from his atoms apple of course.
“Tch, like I’ll ever—“ Aston increased the pressure of the blade.
“These aren’t negations. I believe they call it…extortion?” The Genetic flashed a toothy grin at him. “Come on, it’s not too much to ask, I’m sure-“ He whipped his tongue out, once again gathering that same green energy orb around it. Aston was sure he could make out a ‘tinkle’ sound coming from somewhere below him, before he quickly retracted it. “Not too much to ask in exchange for a life right?” The man with the scarf giggled yet again, wickedly amused at how quickly one changes their tune when death is involved.
“Fine! Just leave me alone ok? There’s a cargo ship, leaving at midnight. I’m working as a guard on there, I’ll…I’ll sneak you on there, and you can have my ticket to the inside…alright?” The man was struggling to catch his breath after the freight.
“How generous of you! Right then. Let’s head for the ship shall we?” Aston was going to slap the man on the back in a teasing manner—however, that was before he remembered the duo of bodily functions the chap partook in moments ago.
“You…better get cleaned up first. It’s a long way to Gaea.”
Aston grimaced. That was seemingly ages ago. His body had long ago become frozen into this awkward position, with his legs up in the air, back wedged between the corner of the box, and head contorted in some kind of diagonal positioning. To make matters worse, he was starving, he hadn’t eaten a morsel since hours before he even met Joob [the soldier that he had ‘partnered’] with. The soldier was supposed to have arrived hours ago, but the ship had to go through an hour of questioning before they were able to enter Gaea waters. The cargo ship was one of the rattiest things on the seven seas he was sure, no wonder they stopped the suspicious looking vehicle. He was just surprised they didn’t check the boxes.
Oh, how they would have freaked to lay eyes upon a branded Genetic in a human ship, headed for the center of their society.
Aston giggled at the thought.
Suddenly, the ship jerked to a stop, and there was the loud sound of the chimney of a steamboat whistling. [Is that what that little thing that goes toot toot called? XP] At that same exact moment, the stow away heard a knock at the side of his box.
“All clear, most of the soldiers went to speak with the dock hands. You should make a break for it now,” Aston let out a sigh of relief at the voice: it was Joob. He was surprised how steady the man’s voice was, it was world’s different than earlier.
Aston stuck out his tongue, quickly generating a golf ball sized amount of green light at the tip.
Crash!
The entire crate exploded into a mass of miscellaneous groups of woodchips and nails. Aston was greeted by the flabbergasted face of his de facto partner, who was currently in the middle of a crab-walk away from the debris of the explosion.
“Gah! Don’t you know what a crowbar is?!” The soldier hollered out, desperately trying to regain his composure [to no avail]. Joob was a young man, about the same age as Aston, if not just a few years older. He had tan skin, white messy hair blue eyes and some stubble on his chin. Currently, he was dressed in the tropical variation of the foot soldier’s armor, no helmet [though the visor that the men wore had a button that would create a holographic one, it was see through and light as a feather, but still functioned as good as any other form of headgear] light armor of they’re choice, and a pair of desert camo pants and black combat boots. Joob was wearing a denim button-down, open up to reveal his chain mail undershirt.
“You took too long, if I stayed in there any longer…I think I would have died,” The young man proceeded to casually dust himself off before taking in the surroundings of the ship. It was a dark and leaky place, packed to the brim with multi-colored crates all marked ‘fragile’ in big black or red letters. “You said we should hurry right? Why are you still sitting down?” Aston frowned at the soldier.
“We? I said you. I got you to Gaea, and I got you a ticket—so my job is—“ Before he knew it, Aston was already headed for the stairs.
“I wonder what they GC will say when they find out that one of they’re trusted Privates helped smuggle a Genetic into basically they’re heart? You’d probably be executed…they do still do that on this planet right?” He grinned at Joob from above the first three steps. The private looked to be contemplating the matter—either way, he’d have one hell of a time. At least if he followed Aston…
“Dah, wait up! Lil’ shit…”
* * *
Taro and his caretaker Elizabeth strolled across water front area, gawking like the tourists they were at all of the sights—well, Elizabeth was. Taro was more focused on the game he was playing on his PSP. It was some generic Gear [Not GEAR, but Gear. It WAS generic after all] Fighting game he picked up before they left Sado, it would at least help pass the time. Taro was the hero ‘Pilot X’ and he was fighting his arch nemesis Sergeant Nasty. It was highly unbalanced, Pilot X’s Gear had like eight secret blaster compartments, while Sergeant Nasty had a regular pea-shooter in his finger. Not to mention Pilot X had the Blade of Justice super-move that did an instant death…it wasn’t that fun.
“Oh, look Taro, let’s go see the band play!” Elizabeth, the blonde haired girl with the porcelain skin, with the slender build and with startling yellow eyes pointed hastily at a wild looking group, hammering away at some tune Taro took no pleasure in hearing. One of the girls stuck out in particular to him, she had a frightening amount of tribal style tattoos and some wild fashion sense. –Where all people this weird?
Taro’s stomach growled.
“I’d rather get something to eat…” He mumbled, looking away from his game to try and locate a café of somesort.
The Ever Noble Aston
An old wooden cargo ship was approaching the docks of Gaea. The hold was filled with giant crate upon giant crate, all supplies for the soirée that was to be held soon. It was one hell of a sight to see, such an old vessel. With all the holes that the ship held, one would have expected the thing to sink, however, it held damn well through the rough trip from New York.
The crew ran to and fro from different parts of the ship, shouting long strings of profanity to one another, some of them, clearly intoxicated. The men had had a festival of their own that lasted from last night, into the wee hours of the morning. It was only thanks to that drop in their defense [though it wasn’t like they we’re much of a problem to begin with, the men only had a few Privates on board, with light weapons and armor. And they too had been intoxicated] that one fellow in particular was able to stow away in a certain crate, in a certain back area of the ship. Inside that crate in the back of the hold, the man sat, cramped and wet from water seeping in through the bottom of the floor [and through the slits of the crate], he waited for his chance.
The bespectacled man let out a grunt of frustration, trying to make sense of how one with such noble roots, ended up stowing away on such a shit hole of a ship—to a fancy party he didn’t even have a formal invitation to.
New York, July 14th 11:25 P.M.
“Relax! I just wanted some alone time, I think you and I could work out an interesting agreement…you see, my name’s not on the guest list for that little shindig…” Aston had his sheathed blade gripped in his left hand, while his hazel eyes pulled themselves away from the pile of ash that was his last target, to face the last of the men, who had his rifle pointed dead at the Genetic’s skull.
“You G-G-Genetic bastard! You…” He pulled down on the trigger, sending a steady spray of bullets the young Roux’s way. To his horror though, the soldier watched as this ‘monster’s body flickered away, and reappeared just a foot in front of him.
The blade was drawn now, and Susanoo’s silver blade, which was beaming in the moonlight, was pointed dead at the soldier’s throat. With the force that Aston would surely exert when he would shove the blade into him, the man was certain that he was staring down the Grim Reaper himself. The branded fugitive giggled with delight at the sound of the once boisterous soiling himself.
“If that is any indication, I trust you’ll have no problem hearing me out?” He smirked, the soldier grunted, the Genetic couldn’t see his prey’s face, but he was almost certain he was sending him seriously dirty looks.
“I’ll never work with a Genetic—“ Aston extended his arm, just a bit further, now pressing it ever so gently up against the man’s neck. “F-fine! I’ll hear you out, that’s all!”
“That’s all I can ask for. Now then, I hear there’s a festival to be held in ‘Gaea’ tomorrow? I want to be there. I’ll need passage, and a ticket to the place where the real party will be. Not just where the riff raff is.” He smiled playfully, even going so far as to rest his free arm on the soldier’s shoulder, taking care not to move Susanoo from his atoms apple of course.
“Tch, like I’ll ever—“ Aston increased the pressure of the blade.
“These aren’t negations. I believe they call it…extortion?” The Genetic flashed a toothy grin at him. “Come on, it’s not too much to ask, I’m sure-“ He whipped his tongue out, once again gathering that same green energy orb around it. Aston was sure he could make out a ‘tinkle’ sound coming from somewhere below him, before he quickly retracted it. “Not too much to ask in exchange for a life right?” The man with the scarf giggled yet again, wickedly amused at how quickly one changes their tune when death is involved.
“Fine! Just leave me alone ok? There’s a cargo ship, leaving at midnight. I’m working as a guard on there, I’ll…I’ll sneak you on there, and you can have my ticket to the inside…alright?” The man was struggling to catch his breath after the freight.
“How generous of you! Right then. Let’s head for the ship shall we?” Aston was going to slap the man on the back in a teasing manner—however, that was before he remembered the duo of bodily functions the chap partook in moments ago.
“You…better get cleaned up first. It’s a long way to Gaea.”
Aston grimaced. That was seemingly ages ago. His body had long ago become frozen into this awkward position, with his legs up in the air, back wedged between the corner of the box, and head contorted in some kind of diagonal positioning. To make matters worse, he was starving, he hadn’t eaten a morsel since hours before he even met Joob [the soldier that he had ‘partnered’] with. The soldier was supposed to have arrived hours ago, but the ship had to go through an hour of questioning before they were able to enter Gaea waters. The cargo ship was one of the rattiest things on the seven seas he was sure, no wonder they stopped the suspicious looking vehicle. He was just surprised they didn’t check the boxes.
Oh, how they would have freaked to lay eyes upon a branded Genetic in a human ship, headed for the center of their society.
Aston giggled at the thought.
Suddenly, the ship jerked to a stop, and there was the loud sound of the chimney of a steamboat whistling. [Is that what that little thing that goes toot toot called? XP] At that same exact moment, the stow away heard a knock at the side of his box.
“All clear, most of the soldiers went to speak with the dock hands. You should make a break for it now,” Aston let out a sigh of relief at the voice: it was Joob. He was surprised how steady the man’s voice was, it was world’s different than earlier.
Aston stuck out his tongue, quickly generating a golf ball sized amount of green light at the tip.
Crash!
The entire crate exploded into a mass of miscellaneous groups of woodchips and nails. Aston was greeted by the flabbergasted face of his de facto partner, who was currently in the middle of a crab-walk away from the debris of the explosion.
“Gah! Don’t you know what a crowbar is?!” The soldier hollered out, desperately trying to regain his composure [to no avail]. Joob was a young man, about the same age as Aston, if not just a few years older. He had tan skin, white messy hair blue eyes and some stubble on his chin. Currently, he was dressed in the tropical variation of the foot soldier’s armor, no helmet [though the visor that the men wore had a button that would create a holographic one, it was see through and light as a feather, but still functioned as good as any other form of headgear] light armor of they’re choice, and a pair of desert camo pants and black combat boots. Joob was wearing a denim button-down, open up to reveal his chain mail undershirt.
“You took too long, if I stayed in there any longer…I think I would have died,” The young man proceeded to casually dust himself off before taking in the surroundings of the ship. It was a dark and leaky place, packed to the brim with multi-colored crates all marked ‘fragile’ in big black or red letters. “You said we should hurry right? Why are you still sitting down?” Aston frowned at the soldier.
“We? I said you. I got you to Gaea, and I got you a ticket—so my job is—“ Before he knew it, Aston was already headed for the stairs.
“I wonder what they GC will say when they find out that one of they’re trusted Privates helped smuggle a Genetic into basically they’re heart? You’d probably be executed…they do still do that on this planet right?” He grinned at Joob from above the first three steps. The private looked to be contemplating the matter—either way, he’d have one hell of a time. At least if he followed Aston…
“Dah, wait up! Lil’ shit…”
* * *
Taro and his caretaker Elizabeth strolled across water front area, gawking like the tourists they were at all of the sights—well, Elizabeth was. Taro was more focused on the game he was playing on his PSP. It was some generic Gear [Not GEAR, but Gear. It WAS generic after all] Fighting game he picked up before they left Sado, it would at least help pass the time. Taro was the hero ‘Pilot X’ and he was fighting his arch nemesis Sergeant Nasty. It was highly unbalanced, Pilot X’s Gear had like eight secret blaster compartments, while Sergeant Nasty had a regular pea-shooter in his finger. Not to mention Pilot X had the Blade of Justice super-move that did an instant death…it wasn’t that fun.
“Oh, look Taro, let’s go see the band play!” Elizabeth, the blonde haired girl with the porcelain skin, with the slender build and with startling yellow eyes pointed hastily at a wild looking group, hammering away at some tune Taro took no pleasure in hearing. One of the girls stuck out in particular to him, she had a frightening amount of tribal style tattoos and some wild fashion sense. –Where all people this weird?
Taro’s stomach growled.
“I’d rather get something to eat…” He mumbled, looking away from his game to try and locate a café of somesort.
OOC Notes
- July 13 2010, New York, Earth
A chain linked fence creaked under the weight of a smaller-than-average girl, moaning complaints as its metal frame warped. It was currently the hottest part of the day, the sun seeming to beat down upon all those who ventured outside. Normal people wouldn't have been out and about, what with the glare reflecting off the metallic surfaces of the buildings and the heat that sunk down into your bones. But, alas, Echo was far from normal. It didn't seem to phase the green headed fifteen year old, since she still found herself exploring the jungle of a city with just as much fever as she had that breezy morning. There was always something to be done, someone to talk to, some fun to be had. If anyone knew this, it was our favorite enthused teen, who couldn't help but to wince as her tiny feet slammed into the pavement with the force of her giant leap off of the fence. She had no time to falter, however- Not with the large man chasing after her and all. One can hardly sit around and cry about a few achey bones when in pursuit.
"GET BACK HERE, YOU DEMON. THAT COSTS $3.99!" cried the fat man wearing a grease stained apron. He waved around ladle in the air as if it were a substantial weapon. The only thing Echo did was giggle wildly. Her impish laugh could be heard all throughout the urban turf, and anyone who had lived in her modest neighborhood would have recognized it as a siren warning everyone that trouble was coming their way. She flaccidly sprinted down the road, aqua eyes shimmering with the amusement that she never allowed to dwindle.
"Never, fat man! My money only goes to good service." she shouted gleefully. The fat man didn't find it so funny, huffing and puffing as he neared the fence. He looked it up and down exhaustively, assessing in that moment whether it was really worth the effort anymore. They had been at this cat and mouse game for about five minutes and as the sun glared down at him, he decided that he was over it.
"Aw, fuck it." he growled, wiping his brow. "And you ought to know by now that my name isn't fat man! Stop calling me that, you hear?" he called after the girl who was a good distance away by now. His ending words faintly met her ears and she grinned. Of course she knew his name (She'd been preying on him for a good month now) but 'fat man' seemed to suit him better than Ernie. "Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he's fat..." she thought sarcastically, applauding herself for her own joke.
Echo didn't stop running until she was all the way home. Granted, it didn't take very long; she was a very fast runner. Upon arrival, she practically flung herself on the grassy patch outside her front door, plopping into place like a rag doll. Her beam broadened as she eyed her prize: a jumbo cherry slushie. "Woohoo!" she cried as she dug her straw out of its paper encasing, stabbed it into the half melted treat, and slurped away contentedly. As she finished, she couldn't help but think it was the most rewarding snatch yet.
When she finished, she stretched back onto the very soft, very inviting grass and closed her eyes. It was time for a well-deserved cat nap. Just as sleep spread its cozy blanket over her skinny body...
"ECHO, COME GET THE TRASH. I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE." croaked the weezy voice of her father. Somehow, even when he was yelling, he still sounded as tired, bored, and deflated as he truly was. She glared at nothing in particular, pondering whether she would do what he said or not. One part of her wanted to jump up and run out into the exciting city again, while another thought it might be a good idea to get the trash out of the house. The smell was starting to funk up every single room, and she really didn't want her bedroom to perpetually stink like rotten leftovers and cat litter.
"Fine!" she shouted back after a moment's delay, and did just that. As she trekked her empty home to the kitchen, she noted that the white walls and lack of furniture really made the place seem like they'd just moved in, 'spite the fact she'd lived there her entire life. Her father sat in the dining room table, fiddling some design out of a chunk of wood like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Why did he annoy her so much? She feigned a hello before grabbing the overflowing trash bin. She dragged it outside and to their front step and this would probably be the last you'd hear from Echondra Tara, should it not have been for what happened next.
A breeze caught one of the bin's debris and carried it right back to the feet of the lanky girl, practically begging the folded piece of paper to be picked up and read. Curiosity peaking, she bent over and retrieved the envelope, frowning as she read that it was addressed to her dad and from GC. With shifting eyes and fidgety hands, she rolled it up and tucked it into her pocket. She would have gotten in major trouble for reading her dad's mail, if she got caught. Despite this, Echo couldn't just leave it there, and pretend as if she hadn't seen it at all! If anything, that was worse than sneaking a little peak. She spun on her heel and started for the door, only to have her nose bump into the stocky chest of the one other person who occupied their household. She yelped and leapt back.
"What in hell's name are you doing, child?" a voice from directly behind her remarked gruffly.
"Whatever do you mean, father dearest?" she chirped right on beat. It was easiest to fake it.
"You know the trash is supposed to go all the way out to the street. You're useless, you know that?" he called, limping past her, the smell of his after shave filling her senses. The old veteran, about fifty five now, then took to redoing the job that should have been done well in the first place. Echo sighed in relief, extremely glad that he hadn't seen her snag the parcel, and then took this time to calm her beating heart and scurry off to her room.
It wasn't until she was secure in the comfort's of her own room that she peeled the letter out of her pocket and read the information that would soon change her life. "A party, huh? Everyone who's everyone all in one place? Sounds like my kind of date..." she murmured devilishly, the spunk coming back to the girl. "Aw man, I gotta start packing." And just like that, Echo was on her way to the most happening event of the century.
OOC Notes
Brice was staring up at the ceremonial hall, it was a beautiful structure, her curve golden walls reflected the brilliant morning sun, and it looked like a magnificent giant jewel. It was a publicly recognised building and represents GC’s power and glory. It was no wonder that a terrorist would attack the building especially when it is so full of distinguished guest.
Brice took a sip of his coffee and continued walking, he still had time to look at all the sights around the island before he had to report to the medical station for duty. He had wanted to absorb the entire celebratory atmosphere but all he could think about was the party and the possible attack.
“What am I doing here?” He would be hunted if the soldiers found out who he was, he wasn’t even invited to the party but he was so sure that if he had come here, he would see that the GC wasn’t all Genetic haters and sinners, he wanted to see them, the humans in their most happy and comfortable environment. He wanted confirmation of what he was doing and what he is going to do. He needed to know that his assumptions were correct. Man can be saved and they can change from their horrible ways.
Brice hadn’t even gone one morning yet and he was starting to doubt himself, he quickly shook that feeling away. He had decided if the Genetics do attack this place, he would stand as neutral bystander, he will help the wounded off course but he will not fight.
Brice stretched his shoulders and straighten up, no more thinking about stuff like this, when the time comes the Goddess will guide him, he is sure of it. He checked his cell phone for time and he was satisfied with the amount he had left, he was heading off in the opposite direction when a mass of people starting rushing towards him, he didn’t know who they were but soon realise that they were fans for the band that was just performing earlier, they were yelling for encore, yelling for autographs and yelling for kisses. Brice had no choice but was forced by the waves of people and was pushed along the way, he was desperately trying to muscle his way out but there was simply no room.
Finally after a few minutes of struggle in which he thought he would suffocate, Brice squeezed out of the crowd and just as he is about to be free, he got tripped up by someone’s foot and he fell forward into...
A blonde haired girl and a short violet eyed child with strange white striped hair.
His coffee which luckily was no longer hot but spilled everywhere, Brice managed to regain his balance before falling face first into the ground however he had knocked the lady over. “I am so sorry,” he sincerely apologies and bend down to help her up, “I was stuck in that crowd and I didn’t see, did I get you with my coffee?”
He turned to the kid, “Sorry, did I get you too little man?”
He felt guilty about the whole thing and just kept bumbling apologies.
Brice can feel the warmth of the coffee which had stained his shirt, it wasn’t a large amount, but he definitely need to get changed before work.
Brice took a sip of his coffee and continued walking, he still had time to look at all the sights around the island before he had to report to the medical station for duty. He had wanted to absorb the entire celebratory atmosphere but all he could think about was the party and the possible attack.
“What am I doing here?” He would be hunted if the soldiers found out who he was, he wasn’t even invited to the party but he was so sure that if he had come here, he would see that the GC wasn’t all Genetic haters and sinners, he wanted to see them, the humans in their most happy and comfortable environment. He wanted confirmation of what he was doing and what he is going to do. He needed to know that his assumptions were correct. Man can be saved and they can change from their horrible ways.
Brice hadn’t even gone one morning yet and he was starting to doubt himself, he quickly shook that feeling away. He had decided if the Genetics do attack this place, he would stand as neutral bystander, he will help the wounded off course but he will not fight.
Brice stretched his shoulders and straighten up, no more thinking about stuff like this, when the time comes the Goddess will guide him, he is sure of it. He checked his cell phone for time and he was satisfied with the amount he had left, he was heading off in the opposite direction when a mass of people starting rushing towards him, he didn’t know who they were but soon realise that they were fans for the band that was just performing earlier, they were yelling for encore, yelling for autographs and yelling for kisses. Brice had no choice but was forced by the waves of people and was pushed along the way, he was desperately trying to muscle his way out but there was simply no room.
Finally after a few minutes of struggle in which he thought he would suffocate, Brice squeezed out of the crowd and just as he is about to be free, he got tripped up by someone’s foot and he fell forward into...
A blonde haired girl and a short violet eyed child with strange white striped hair.
His coffee which luckily was no longer hot but spilled everywhere, Brice managed to regain his balance before falling face first into the ground however he had knocked the lady over. “I am so sorry,” he sincerely apologies and bend down to help her up, “I was stuck in that crowd and I didn’t see, did I get you with my coffee?”
He turned to the kid, “Sorry, did I get you too little man?”
He felt guilty about the whole thing and just kept bumbling apologies.
Brice can feel the warmth of the coffee which had stained his shirt, it wasn’t a large amount, but he definitely need to get changed before work.
OOC Notes
This was exactly why Taro was so against gatherings like this. Exactly. A mob of people, fans of the band probably, were making their way down the path. No, making their way wasn’t the right way to describe it. Shoving, kicking, and bum rushing their way to the band was more like it. He had just about had it when one of them tripped over his chucks and plowed into the duo.
Taro was lucky to come out unscathed [ if you call a scuff on the left half of your brand new pair of yellow, light blue lazer gun embroidered converses unscathed] but Elizabeth however was knocked back to the concrete below. Taro frowned, watching as the culprit began to run off countless apologies. “I’m so sorry,” He said. The man—who looked a little too ‘dignified’ to be in the same chaotic group that was now rushing the boardwalk—bent down to help his caretaker back to her feet, with a blush she took advantage of his aid. “I was stuck in that crowd and I didn’t see, did I get you with my coffee?”
Once back on her feet she brushed herself off, with a grimace at the new splotch of brown liquid on her tan skirt, but it quickly subsided, it wasn’t like he did it on purpose. Instead Elizabeth smiled wide at the well-dressed fellow. “D-don’t worry. It’s alright. I’ve got a change of clothes for tonight anyways…” The woman blushed again, now sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck.
“Sorry, did I get you too little man?” The man was now turned to Taro. Little Man. Was he trying to be funny with that bit? Taro hated being called anything that could have been mistaken as an attack on either his young age, or his height—and this guy just used insult number 4 in his top five list of things he hated being called. Little Man. The bastard. The violet-eyed boy jerked in any direction away from the suited character.
“Tch. You should be more careful. You could have really hurt someone.” He threw his head halfway over his head in his trademarked fashion, and whipped back out his PSP. It wasn’t until he made for the contraption that he noticed the wide cut across the face of his right hand; it wasn’t anything serious, but it stung like hell, [how come you never feel the pain until you see the wound?] and he suddenly had the desire for a band-aid. Good luck finding one in this jungle.
“Taro, don’t be so rude, it was an accident. I’m sorry, I’m Elizabeth Gains, and this is Taro Murakami, I look after him. You’re here for the part too I take it?” She didn’t make direct eye contact with the man, and instead looked back down at he accomplice, who was back to grinding away at that game of his. In the midst of trying to make out what he was playing, she noticed a flash of crimson trickling down the front of the boy’s hand. “You’re hurt, we should go find a first-aid place huh?” Taro groaned though, he hated how she made such a fuss about every little scrape or cut he came across.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine…” He tugged at the ropes on either side of his hoodie, tightening the hood just a bit.
“That cut doesn’t look fine, I bet it stings like the devil, doesn’t it?”
“Tch, no…” He flicked the side of his PSP and stuck it back into his front pocket so he could effectively cross his arms.
Taro was lucky to come out unscathed [ if you call a scuff on the left half of your brand new pair of yellow, light blue lazer gun embroidered converses unscathed] but Elizabeth however was knocked back to the concrete below. Taro frowned, watching as the culprit began to run off countless apologies. “I’m so sorry,” He said. The man—who looked a little too ‘dignified’ to be in the same chaotic group that was now rushing the boardwalk—bent down to help his caretaker back to her feet, with a blush she took advantage of his aid. “I was stuck in that crowd and I didn’t see, did I get you with my coffee?”
Once back on her feet she brushed herself off, with a grimace at the new splotch of brown liquid on her tan skirt, but it quickly subsided, it wasn’t like he did it on purpose. Instead Elizabeth smiled wide at the well-dressed fellow. “D-don’t worry. It’s alright. I’ve got a change of clothes for tonight anyways…” The woman blushed again, now sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck.
“Sorry, did I get you too little man?” The man was now turned to Taro. Little Man. Was he trying to be funny with that bit? Taro hated being called anything that could have been mistaken as an attack on either his young age, or his height—and this guy just used insult number 4 in his top five list of things he hated being called. Little Man. The bastard. The violet-eyed boy jerked in any direction away from the suited character.
“Tch. You should be more careful. You could have really hurt someone.” He threw his head halfway over his head in his trademarked fashion, and whipped back out his PSP. It wasn’t until he made for the contraption that he noticed the wide cut across the face of his right hand; it wasn’t anything serious, but it stung like hell, [how come you never feel the pain until you see the wound?] and he suddenly had the desire for a band-aid. Good luck finding one in this jungle.
“Taro, don’t be so rude, it was an accident. I’m sorry, I’m Elizabeth Gains, and this is Taro Murakami, I look after him. You’re here for the part too I take it?” She didn’t make direct eye contact with the man, and instead looked back down at he accomplice, who was back to grinding away at that game of his. In the midst of trying to make out what he was playing, she noticed a flash of crimson trickling down the front of the boy’s hand. “You’re hurt, we should go find a first-aid place huh?” Taro groaned though, he hated how she made such a fuss about every little scrape or cut he came across.
“It’s nothing. I’m fine…” He tugged at the ropes on either side of his hoodie, tightening the hood just a bit.
“That cut doesn’t look fine, I bet it stings like the devil, doesn’t it?”
“Tch, no…” He flicked the side of his PSP and stuck it back into his front pocket so he could effectively cross his arms.
OOC Notes
Angels City; California July 14th 8:55 P.M.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Sl-A82COQ0
It was a small Motel room, nothing so complex or wild that it made her stood out. It was Angels City after all, don't expect so much from a silly and light name as Angels City, might as well make it Satan's Sex Pit, but then who'd they attract but hookers and men looking for easy sex?
Alyce's left eye opened gently, studying her blurry surrondings, the soft contours all clicked into place. The wallpaper remained drooping from the wall, so fragile seeing as if a soft breeze were to come by in this stuffy room it'd just fly off and meet its fallen companion on the cold and astonishingly neat floor. Standing up, she smoothed out her hair, looking in the broken mirror she smiled, 'Show me those pearly....whites..' making a face she sighed, she'd find some mouthwash on the way to...uh...pausing for a second she reached into her short pocket. Pulling out a passport she opened it, lights danced in the dark room. Tapping the bright blue screen she opened up a page that was a dark neon. Gaea, thats right Gaea. Shoving it back into her pockets she was going over in her mind what attire she should go in. Of course.. she'd pick those up before getting on her flight which was an roughly an hour. Grabbing her white sweater she opened the door, and just in time, dust started dancing over the bed, the couple above had just hit the bed. Shaking her head she closed the door and muttered, "Oh! The times! Oh! The morals!" adding the little emphasis towards the end.
7 hours later; Gaea
Her smile was almost deserving of some prize, she had practiced the whole darn flight and felt fresh, it was probably the mouthwash. Alyce's eyes were always wandering, dancing from person to person, how unique this place was. She had this awful habit of acting nothing like she should considering her military background. In the eyes of others she could've been a unsophisticated teen. At the age of 26 she looked less more like she did at the age of 17, slightly more filled out perhaps. How she loved airports, she had a right to push, and a right to fight for her destination. Gaea was a tourist attraction, but today.. it was more, well dressed personels walked about and military officers checked passports, ran body scans, and just hung about soaking in the excitement.
The streets weren't much different, almost as dangerously crowded as the airport people from all around danced.
"CHERRIES HERE! ONE DOLLA' ONE DOLLA' CHERRIES!" come here young man! Taste some of this fresh fruit, only cost you a dolla' a pound.. Of course not.. that would be insane, this city was lined with more teashops than it was with these Chinese supermarkets she was so familiar with. It was no doubt nice...but it made her feel...well as if she didn't belong. Going through she found a nice store, it was a..STORE! YAYY!!! A STORE!!!!!!(Sorry not really imaginative at the moment...so boned from school ,sure you guys understand :P) Holding down her 'contained' excitement to be pampered and shoved into a dress, she walked into the store; the smell even made her shake, being around her father had its kicks...she sure wished she had spent some time with her mother..thinking about the statement again..she grinned from ear to ear, who was she kidding. The young girl around her age approached her, complimented her, and brought her over to the expensive aisle..it was marketing after all, suckering the prey was all they went to school for. Nodding her head, she allowed 'Sherry' to pick out a nice outfit, something about marriage...more or less it was black and long. Hopefully she wasn't so out of place at the party..the shirt was only $250, she expected people to show up in custom tailored dresses, and unpronouncable brand names. She would be like a Little Bo-Peep in black..Hurrah.. walking her way to the ceremonial hall, she stood in line...pushed around more or less...waiting to get into the worlds most bad ass party.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Sl-A82COQ0
It was a small Motel room, nothing so complex or wild that it made her stood out. It was Angels City after all, don't expect so much from a silly and light name as Angels City, might as well make it Satan's Sex Pit, but then who'd they attract but hookers and men looking for easy sex?
Alyce's left eye opened gently, studying her blurry surrondings, the soft contours all clicked into place. The wallpaper remained drooping from the wall, so fragile seeing as if a soft breeze were to come by in this stuffy room it'd just fly off and meet its fallen companion on the cold and astonishingly neat floor. Standing up, she smoothed out her hair, looking in the broken mirror she smiled, 'Show me those pearly....whites..' making a face she sighed, she'd find some mouthwash on the way to...uh...pausing for a second she reached into her short pocket. Pulling out a passport she opened it, lights danced in the dark room. Tapping the bright blue screen she opened up a page that was a dark neon. Gaea, thats right Gaea. Shoving it back into her pockets she was going over in her mind what attire she should go in. Of course.. she'd pick those up before getting on her flight which was an roughly an hour. Grabbing her white sweater she opened the door, and just in time, dust started dancing over the bed, the couple above had just hit the bed. Shaking her head she closed the door and muttered, "Oh! The times! Oh! The morals!" adding the little emphasis towards the end.
7 hours later; Gaea
Her smile was almost deserving of some prize, she had practiced the whole darn flight and felt fresh, it was probably the mouthwash. Alyce's eyes were always wandering, dancing from person to person, how unique this place was. She had this awful habit of acting nothing like she should considering her military background. In the eyes of others she could've been a unsophisticated teen. At the age of 26 she looked less more like she did at the age of 17, slightly more filled out perhaps. How she loved airports, she had a right to push, and a right to fight for her destination. Gaea was a tourist attraction, but today.. it was more, well dressed personels walked about and military officers checked passports, ran body scans, and just hung about soaking in the excitement.
The streets weren't much different, almost as dangerously crowded as the airport people from all around danced.
"CHERRIES HERE! ONE DOLLA' ONE DOLLA' CHERRIES!" come here young man! Taste some of this fresh fruit, only cost you a dolla' a pound.. Of course not.. that would be insane, this city was lined with more teashops than it was with these Chinese supermarkets she was so familiar with. It was no doubt nice...but it made her feel...well as if she didn't belong. Going through she found a nice store, it was a..STORE! YAYY!!! A STORE!!!!!!(Sorry not really imaginative at the moment...so boned from school ,sure you guys understand :P) Holding down her 'contained' excitement to be pampered and shoved into a dress, she walked into the store; the smell even made her shake, being around her father had its kicks...she sure wished she had spent some time with her mother..thinking about the statement again..she grinned from ear to ear, who was she kidding. The young girl around her age approached her, complimented her, and brought her over to the expensive aisle..it was marketing after all, suckering the prey was all they went to school for. Nodding her head, she allowed 'Sherry' to pick out a nice outfit, something about marriage...more or less it was black and long. Hopefully she wasn't so out of place at the party..the shirt was only $250, she expected people to show up in custom tailored dresses, and unpronouncable brand names. She would be like a Little Bo-Peep in black..Hurrah.. walking her way to the ceremonial hall, she stood in line...pushed around more or less...waiting to get into the worlds most bad ass party.
OOC Notes
July 15, 2010 - Gaea - Sometime in the wee hours of the morning
Major Ben Montgomery was sitting by the small table in the small room assigned to him. He never understood why the military had assigned its representatives to pathetic rooms for the celebration of the century. The cheap bastards, he thought. Spend money on GEARs and scientific research, and you can't even afford a goddamn room for a Major? Clearly, this wasn't the Major's first time the military had displeased him. All that he had to hope for was that the party would not turn out to be a mess. The American Branch had the some of the best GEAR pilots in the Conglomerate Armed Forces, but Monty was sure that their party-planning skills were somewhere along the lines of a medieval beer-fest. Sighing, Monty picked himself up from the desk. Standing at 5'11", the esteemed Major definitely felt out of place in the room - it even reminded him of his days when he had to live at the training academy. He picked up a black bracelet - his PiNG - and slipped it on as he raised the blinds of the window.
The sun was rising; it wasn't going to be much longer until he was forced to speak with various alien representatives with undeniable formality. The whole process made him somewhat sick of it, but at least there would be a display of the latest GEARs by the military. That was always well worth the unnecessary formalities. After taking a nice, long shower, the Major stepped out of his room, noting the time.
7:00. I suppose I'll head out, then.
With that, Major Montgomery left the military residence and went around the entire commercial area of Gaea, dressed like an ordinary citizen.
Major Ben Montgomery was sitting by the small table in the small room assigned to him. He never understood why the military had assigned its representatives to pathetic rooms for the celebration of the century. The cheap bastards, he thought. Spend money on GEARs and scientific research, and you can't even afford a goddamn room for a Major? Clearly, this wasn't the Major's first time the military had displeased him. All that he had to hope for was that the party would not turn out to be a mess. The American Branch had the some of the best GEAR pilots in the Conglomerate Armed Forces, but Monty was sure that their party-planning skills were somewhere along the lines of a medieval beer-fest. Sighing, Monty picked himself up from the desk. Standing at 5'11", the esteemed Major definitely felt out of place in the room - it even reminded him of his days when he had to live at the training academy. He picked up a black bracelet - his PiNG - and slipped it on as he raised the blinds of the window.
The sun was rising; it wasn't going to be much longer until he was forced to speak with various alien representatives with undeniable formality. The whole process made him somewhat sick of it, but at least there would be a display of the latest GEARs by the military. That was always well worth the unnecessary formalities. After taking a nice, long shower, the Major stepped out of his room, noting the time.
7:00. I suppose I'll head out, then.
With that, Major Montgomery left the military residence and went around the entire commercial area of Gaea, dressed like an ordinary citizen.
OOC Notes
The dread-locked soldier in play clothes was walking around, the whole time he had his pocket watch out, carefully examining the time. The watch, while not only a memento of the past, before he became ‘Colonel Maverick’, also served a second, more important function: it was his PiNG. Inside dwelled the ‘soul’ of his GEAR, Paladin, his partner in crime, and his most trusted ally. Technically, GEARs couldn’t ‘betray’ you anyway, but it still meant a lot to him, the amount of trust between the duo.
He loosened his tie, and un-buttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, it was hot, deathly hot. The sun was high in the sky, and the lack of clouds wasn’t helping. Also contributing to his recent increased temperature could have been the realization that he still hadn’t found a sufficient replacement for the DJ. Demetri dug into his chest pocket, and pulled out his black touch-screen. He ran his fingers across the pad in the trail of his pass-code pattern, and immediately scrolled through his call log.
“Dah,” Part of him must have been praying for a missed call from either the DJ or the performers, neither of them had called them, to his disappointment. The Colonel’s mind wandered to the beating he was sure to receive from the General if he screwed this up. And then his mind, of course, wandered to why this duty landed on him…surely. Surely there were other soldiers that they could have stuck with this job. Instead, they pushed the job on him. Demetri could see if this was supposed to have somehow, ‘taught him an important life lesson’, but honestly, what could he learn from this journey?
Don’t throw a party the night before the biggest day in human history.
That could have been it.
Actually.
Demetri was almost certain that that was it.
His aimless travels spirited him away to a line of outdoor shops, with vendors representing all accents of the world hollering out endorsements for their products. People ran past him, all with wide faces on, giggling about whatever joys they had encountered already.
One kid in particular piqued his interest, the boy had a pair of giant headphones over his ears, similar to the white ones around his own neck, and was gyrating along down the sandy shore-side path in a rather impressive manner. The Colonel called out to him, only to be ignored as the child danced on by.
“Hey!” Demetri grabbed his shoulder, sweeping the child off of his feet: he probably would have busted his ass if it hadn’t been for the soldier currently vice gripping him.
“Wah! Hey, whads tha big idea clown shoes?!”
Clown Shoes? These cost a fortune! These gators are antiques!
He managed to regain his composure before replying to the boy. “Look kid, you look like you know a good tune…wanna DJ a party for me?” Demetri put his hands on either of the kid’s shoulders, and crouched down to his eye level, flashing a nice stack of ‘credits’ the brat’s way. “Ya get free passage to the shindig, and I’ll give ya dis, along with a bonus.” The kid with the headphones flashed a toothy grin at the soldier, revealing his missing fronts. He was a cute little thing, short brown hair, green eyes, freckles. Not to mention, the beat flowing from those phones around his neck didn’t seem too shabby.
“I mean…I did wanna go to the party, but,” The boy’s eyes fixated on the stack the dark skinned man was waving in front of him. “M’kay, I’ll do it, Mister…”
“Maverick, Demetri Maverick. You could call me Demi if you wanna.” He smiled warmly, standing back up from his crouched position. The boy though, looked shaken the minute Demetri relayed his identity to him.
“Uhm…you said your name was Demetri…?” The boy backed up from him a bit, voice shaking.
“Yeah, what’s the matter? Don’t know how to say the last name? It’s Mavierck, Ma-Ver-Ick! Maverick! Got it memorized? …huh?” The boy was turning away, starting to quickly walk off in the opposite direction.
“I…gotta go. My mom’s waiting for me. There’s a band playing down the way though…maybe you could get them to play?!” The kid with the headphones was damn near running away from the soldier, not looking back a bit as he did.
“Tch…do I come off as that much of a creep?” He stroked his stubble, “Hm…” Demetri lifted both arms up, proceeding to sniff under his arms, first the left, “Nope,” then the right, “Nah.” He shrugged. “I smell like cool rain….that’s a good scent right?” The man knitted his brows.
“Maybe it’s the tattoos…”
At any rate, it looked like he was hunting down some band. It couldn’t have been too hard of a task though, as he could hear the squeals in the distance.
He loosened his tie, and un-buttoned the first two buttons on his shirt, it was hot, deathly hot. The sun was high in the sky, and the lack of clouds wasn’t helping. Also contributing to his recent increased temperature could have been the realization that he still hadn’t found a sufficient replacement for the DJ. Demetri dug into his chest pocket, and pulled out his black touch-screen. He ran his fingers across the pad in the trail of his pass-code pattern, and immediately scrolled through his call log.
“Dah,” Part of him must have been praying for a missed call from either the DJ or the performers, neither of them had called them, to his disappointment. The Colonel’s mind wandered to the beating he was sure to receive from the General if he screwed this up. And then his mind, of course, wandered to why this duty landed on him…surely. Surely there were other soldiers that they could have stuck with this job. Instead, they pushed the job on him. Demetri could see if this was supposed to have somehow, ‘taught him an important life lesson’, but honestly, what could he learn from this journey?
Don’t throw a party the night before the biggest day in human history.
That could have been it.
Actually.
Demetri was almost certain that that was it.
His aimless travels spirited him away to a line of outdoor shops, with vendors representing all accents of the world hollering out endorsements for their products. People ran past him, all with wide faces on, giggling about whatever joys they had encountered already.
One kid in particular piqued his interest, the boy had a pair of giant headphones over his ears, similar to the white ones around his own neck, and was gyrating along down the sandy shore-side path in a rather impressive manner. The Colonel called out to him, only to be ignored as the child danced on by.
“Hey!” Demetri grabbed his shoulder, sweeping the child off of his feet: he probably would have busted his ass if it hadn’t been for the soldier currently vice gripping him.
“Wah! Hey, whads tha big idea clown shoes?!”
Clown Shoes? These cost a fortune! These gators are antiques!
He managed to regain his composure before replying to the boy. “Look kid, you look like you know a good tune…wanna DJ a party for me?” Demetri put his hands on either of the kid’s shoulders, and crouched down to his eye level, flashing a nice stack of ‘credits’ the brat’s way. “Ya get free passage to the shindig, and I’ll give ya dis, along with a bonus.” The kid with the headphones flashed a toothy grin at the soldier, revealing his missing fronts. He was a cute little thing, short brown hair, green eyes, freckles. Not to mention, the beat flowing from those phones around his neck didn’t seem too shabby.
“I mean…I did wanna go to the party, but,” The boy’s eyes fixated on the stack the dark skinned man was waving in front of him. “M’kay, I’ll do it, Mister…”
“Maverick, Demetri Maverick. You could call me Demi if you wanna.” He smiled warmly, standing back up from his crouched position. The boy though, looked shaken the minute Demetri relayed his identity to him.
“Uhm…you said your name was Demetri…?” The boy backed up from him a bit, voice shaking.
“Yeah, what’s the matter? Don’t know how to say the last name? It’s Mavierck, Ma-Ver-Ick! Maverick! Got it memorized? …huh?” The boy was turning away, starting to quickly walk off in the opposite direction.
“I…gotta go. My mom’s waiting for me. There’s a band playing down the way though…maybe you could get them to play?!” The kid with the headphones was damn near running away from the soldier, not looking back a bit as he did.
“Tch…do I come off as that much of a creep?” He stroked his stubble, “Hm…” Demetri lifted both arms up, proceeding to sniff under his arms, first the left, “Nope,” then the right, “Nah.” He shrugged. “I smell like cool rain….that’s a good scent right?” The man knitted his brows.
“Maybe it’s the tattoos…”
At any rate, it looked like he was hunting down some band. It couldn’t have been too hard of a task though, as he could hear the squeals in the distance.
OOC Notes
July 13, 2010
11:45pm
Pluto to Earth Connection Ship
Crickza was back in the terminal; the lights sparked on and off as if they were going to burn out. He was low to the ground, prowling like a true hunter. The slit like ears were open, taking in the surrounding noise. Just the blow torches welding beams together, and the man's heavy footsteps; most likely cause from wearing heavy work boots. His forked tongue slid out and quivered, tasting the air. There were three people in the broken down terminal. One was middle aged with a sense of control; probably the boss. The other two had to be in their young adulthood, the blood was still running smoothly, and their flesh smelled young; wasn’t aged. (Think cheese.) Crickza’s lipless mouth smiled behind the jutting knife like fangs. His scales dimmed in the darkness as he drained the plasma from them; no reason to give away his presence. The man began walking into what seemed to be a hidden place. The smell of tobacco and lighter fluid entered the air, and made Crickza’s nostrils huff out. The smell never interested him; it smelled horrible and burned his nose. The sound seemed to alert the man, and the red dot from the cigarette became hidden.
“Who’s there?”
His voice sounded worried, even his presence smelt of fear. Smoking probably wasn’t aloud around the work site.
“Hello?”
Now the man just sounded confused, and then calmed. He shrugged and revealed the cigarette once again.
Crickza was great at this kind of prowling, even when he did make a mistake. Usually his stomach did all the work. Ever so quietly he climbed the poles that the man was hiding behind. Not a single one of them made a noise, or even moved. He leaped, landing firmly behind the man; only a light clink was heard as his claws hit the dusty tile. The man turned quickly, to only meet his death as a shark tooth lined mouth opened wide. A glowing light seemed to be coming from deep within the throat. Crickza lurched forward; the deathly sharp teeth inserting into his soft flesh, and slicing the bones like butter. Blood seemed to spray out at first, but calming to ooze. Crickza was thrilled with his kill, and so was his stomach!
“Ding. This is your attendant speaking; we will be landing shortly. The skies are clear, and the sun is out. Please stay in your seats until the signs or the captain shows that we are at a complete stop. Thank you for flying with us! Ding”
Crickza opened his eyes slowly as the effects of the chamber wore off. He was not happy about the interruption to his dream; the best part was coming up! An annoyed “gruff” came from the deep within his throat, and he rose to his four legs. The claws clinked on the tile. Oh how he was tired of this hard surface; there was nothing to grip into.
The pressure changed drastically as the ship began it’s decent into the atmosphere. The turbulence was not making digestion easy; by now all the clothes, skin, and most of the muscle tissue was dissolved. There were still the bones, fingernails, and hair left to digest. This process always took longer, as they weren’t as biodegradable as the meaty flesh. At least he could move around freely, now that the 186 pound or so man was mostly digested. The turbulence seemed to ease out as they came lower to the ground.
“Finally, almost there!” his minds voice said happily.
Crickza was overly tired of sleepy on the cold hard floor of the ship. These humans need to learn how to accommodate for four legged beings, that reach the height of 7 feet when sitting, and 5 ½ feet when walking.
Looking out the window he saw the ocean; the waves crashing into itself, and the various fish, and birds hanging around its surface. Three simultaneous crunching bang noises followed by the release of pressurized air let everyone know the wheels were coming out of the underside, and that they would be landing soon. Gaea came in to view; a circular strand of islands out away from the mainland. Beyond the island was New York; oddly the ship was just small enough to land at one of the ports here. This was good, as it was announced there wasn’t enough gas in the tank to reach much farther North to a larger runway. The ship neared the landing, its rounded wings closing in upon the ground. It lurched downward at least two feet, making a crashing noise come from the storage bay, down below. Sadly there was no belting or straps to hold Crickza in, which allowed for him to be toppled over. The ship lurched again, this time hitting the run way.
“Never again, will I fly with humans.” These were his last words before the plain began to slow to a stop.
“Touch Down!” came from the intercom
11:45pm
Pluto to Earth Connection Ship
Crickza was back in the terminal; the lights sparked on and off as if they were going to burn out. He was low to the ground, prowling like a true hunter. The slit like ears were open, taking in the surrounding noise. Just the blow torches welding beams together, and the man's heavy footsteps; most likely cause from wearing heavy work boots. His forked tongue slid out and quivered, tasting the air. There were three people in the broken down terminal. One was middle aged with a sense of control; probably the boss. The other two had to be in their young adulthood, the blood was still running smoothly, and their flesh smelled young; wasn’t aged. (Think cheese.) Crickza’s lipless mouth smiled behind the jutting knife like fangs. His scales dimmed in the darkness as he drained the plasma from them; no reason to give away his presence. The man began walking into what seemed to be a hidden place. The smell of tobacco and lighter fluid entered the air, and made Crickza’s nostrils huff out. The smell never interested him; it smelled horrible and burned his nose. The sound seemed to alert the man, and the red dot from the cigarette became hidden.
“Who’s there?”
His voice sounded worried, even his presence smelt of fear. Smoking probably wasn’t aloud around the work site.
“Hello?”
Now the man just sounded confused, and then calmed. He shrugged and revealed the cigarette once again.
Crickza was great at this kind of prowling, even when he did make a mistake. Usually his stomach did all the work. Ever so quietly he climbed the poles that the man was hiding behind. Not a single one of them made a noise, or even moved. He leaped, landing firmly behind the man; only a light clink was heard as his claws hit the dusty tile. The man turned quickly, to only meet his death as a shark tooth lined mouth opened wide. A glowing light seemed to be coming from deep within the throat. Crickza lurched forward; the deathly sharp teeth inserting into his soft flesh, and slicing the bones like butter. Blood seemed to spray out at first, but calming to ooze. Crickza was thrilled with his kill, and so was his stomach!
“Ding. This is your attendant speaking; we will be landing shortly. The skies are clear, and the sun is out. Please stay in your seats until the signs or the captain shows that we are at a complete stop. Thank you for flying with us! Ding”
Crickza opened his eyes slowly as the effects of the chamber wore off. He was not happy about the interruption to his dream; the best part was coming up! An annoyed “gruff” came from the deep within his throat, and he rose to his four legs. The claws clinked on the tile. Oh how he was tired of this hard surface; there was nothing to grip into.
The pressure changed drastically as the ship began it’s decent into the atmosphere. The turbulence was not making digestion easy; by now all the clothes, skin, and most of the muscle tissue was dissolved. There were still the bones, fingernails, and hair left to digest. This process always took longer, as they weren’t as biodegradable as the meaty flesh. At least he could move around freely, now that the 186 pound or so man was mostly digested. The turbulence seemed to ease out as they came lower to the ground.
“Finally, almost there!” his minds voice said happily.
Crickza was overly tired of sleepy on the cold hard floor of the ship. These humans need to learn how to accommodate for four legged beings, that reach the height of 7 feet when sitting, and 5 ½ feet when walking.
Looking out the window he saw the ocean; the waves crashing into itself, and the various fish, and birds hanging around its surface. Three simultaneous crunching bang noises followed by the release of pressurized air let everyone know the wheels were coming out of the underside, and that they would be landing soon. Gaea came in to view; a circular strand of islands out away from the mainland. Beyond the island was New York; oddly the ship was just small enough to land at one of the ports here. This was good, as it was announced there wasn’t enough gas in the tank to reach much farther North to a larger runway. The ship neared the landing, its rounded wings closing in upon the ground. It lurched downward at least two feet, making a crashing noise come from the storage bay, down below. Sadly there was no belting or straps to hold Crickza in, which allowed for him to be toppled over. The ship lurched again, this time hitting the run way.
“Never again, will I fly with humans.” These were his last words before the plain began to slow to a stop.
“Touch Down!” came from the intercom
OOC Notes
July 15 2010, 7:00 A.M. Gaea
A brilliant orange and yellow flash tears away from the darkness of space into a realm consisting entirely of blue and white; with its light being rapidly extinguished it descends rapidly. Diving into the ocean of clouds its luminosity is stripped away leaving an entirely black husk. The military chartered flight cast a dark shadow over the ocean drawing closer to the extravagant peace gala, the soldiers onboard anxious to step into its halls.
Approaching his destination, Cody dully stared out from the utmost (now completely white) rear window in the standing/leaning position he had been in the last 3 hours. Vaguely aware of the flight attendant making her constant laps around the cabin (each time gathering the slightest bit more courage to ask him to return to the seat that was too small for him) Cody lifted one of his crossed arms and took one last puff before dropping his arm to the wall behind him, thoroughly extinguishing the cigarette. Flicking the remains into the trash bin opposing him, the vessel emerged from its cloud canopy revealing the man-made Island of Gaea. The moment its image reflected in his eyes, all the tension Cody had been building up to that point was killed. While he was looking forward to its pristine illusion being shattered to make way for the true party tonight, maybe it was better off not being there.
Walking the far too crowded streets, Cody idly noted the massive amount of effort the American branch had taken to distract tourists from the fact that they were touring a military base. Remodelled buildings buzzing with life stood at either side of the bannered street, trams which used to only carry military personnel now were reduced to ornate streetcars. Looking up at what seemed to be the newly constructed ceremonial pavilion; Cody clicked his tongue and entered the building through the military-use access. Lined before him where two kiosks. One of which was for general access being completely empty save the clerks. The other kiosk with at least 7 stations with various devices, though non-invasive, were there to prove the GC already knew everything about you. It was also the admissions you need to go through if you wanted to carry anything sharper than a newspaper onto the premise. Looking over to a steel trash can on the verge of ruin, lying on its side where it should obviously not be, Cody made a single inward laugh – at least one other thing here hasn't resigned itself to this farce.
A brilliant orange and yellow flash tears away from the darkness of space into a realm consisting entirely of blue and white; with its light being rapidly extinguished it descends rapidly. Diving into the ocean of clouds its luminosity is stripped away leaving an entirely black husk. The military chartered flight cast a dark shadow over the ocean drawing closer to the extravagant peace gala, the soldiers onboard anxious to step into its halls.
Approaching his destination, Cody dully stared out from the utmost (now completely white) rear window in the standing/leaning position he had been in the last 3 hours. Vaguely aware of the flight attendant making her constant laps around the cabin (each time gathering the slightest bit more courage to ask him to return to the seat that was too small for him) Cody lifted one of his crossed arms and took one last puff before dropping his arm to the wall behind him, thoroughly extinguishing the cigarette. Flicking the remains into the trash bin opposing him, the vessel emerged from its cloud canopy revealing the man-made Island of Gaea. The moment its image reflected in his eyes, all the tension Cody had been building up to that point was killed. While he was looking forward to its pristine illusion being shattered to make way for the true party tonight, maybe it was better off not being there.
Walking the far too crowded streets, Cody idly noted the massive amount of effort the American branch had taken to distract tourists from the fact that they were touring a military base. Remodelled buildings buzzing with life stood at either side of the bannered street, trams which used to only carry military personnel now were reduced to ornate streetcars. Looking up at what seemed to be the newly constructed ceremonial pavilion; Cody clicked his tongue and entered the building through the military-use access. Lined before him where two kiosks. One of which was for general access being completely empty save the clerks. The other kiosk with at least 7 stations with various devices, though non-invasive, were there to prove the GC already knew everything about you. It was also the admissions you need to go through if you wanted to carry anything sharper than a newspaper onto the premise. Looking over to a steel trash can on the verge of ruin, lying on its side where it should obviously not be, Cody made a single inward laugh – at least one other thing here hasn't resigned itself to this farce.
OOC Notes
“Tch. You should be more careful. You could have really hurt someone.”
Brice smile warmly at Taro, here he was, at age 26 being embarrassed by a kid maybe half his age, he couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Yes, next time I will be more careful.”
The boy reminded him more of an old man instead of just a kid playing his PSP.
“Taro, don’t be so rude, it was an accident. I’m sorry, I’m Elizabeth Gains, and this is Taro Murakami, I look after him. You’re here for the party too I take it?”
Brice turned back to Elizabeth, “Actually I am here for work, my name is Brice Young by the way.” He gave her a firm handshake and as he stretch forward to do the same for Taro, he noticed the cut on his hand.
“You’re hurt, we should go find a first-aid place huh?” The concerned Elizabeth said,
“Ha, you know when I said I am working here, I am actually a doctor.” Brice pulled out his plastic photo ID that was clipped on his belt, the ID had a funny photo of Brice with the name Brice Young and Team Doctor, Emergency Response Unit labelled on it. “Yeah, don’t laugh, the photo is not the best, I wasn’t ready when they took it.” He scratched his head in embarrassment.
“Anyway, I better have a look at your arm.”
Brice didn’t have a first aid kit on him, but he did have a few bandaid which he kept in his wallet, it wasn’t really enough but he worked with what he had. He kneeled down and took Taro’s hand softly. “Hang on it might hurt abit.” Brice’s touch was for some reason comfortably warm, he worked efficiently but with a great deal of care and tenderness. Even at a glance you can see that Brice took enormous affection for his patients.
Within a few moments, he had managed to patch up the cut and stopped the bleeding almost like it was magic. “That’s all I can do at the moment, but we got to get it cleaned before it gets infected, so how about we go to the clinic and we can get some ice-cream and cookies along the way as an apology.” Brice spoke to Taro but gave a quick wink to Elizabeth for confirmation.
“I know a great place,” Brice pointed to the cafe that he bought his coffee from, “You still have plenty of time before the party starts in the hall and plus I need to at least pay for the dry cleaning on that dress.” He pointed at the little brown spots on Elizabeth’s dress, “So what do you say Taro?”
Right at that moment a sudden gust of wind blew across the avenue, Brice looked up to see various planes landing on strips all over the island, he thought to himself if any more people arrive today, the island would sink to the bottom of the ocean, it was the largest number of people he had ever seen in one place. The party atmosphere was already booming and it only morning, by night this place would be Las Vegas to the power of a million. He hoped the GC officers were ready cause this is either going to be a massive disaster or one hell of a party.
Brice smile warmly at Taro, here he was, at age 26 being embarrassed by a kid maybe half his age, he couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “Yes, next time I will be more careful.”
The boy reminded him more of an old man instead of just a kid playing his PSP.
“Taro, don’t be so rude, it was an accident. I’m sorry, I’m Elizabeth Gains, and this is Taro Murakami, I look after him. You’re here for the party too I take it?”
Brice turned back to Elizabeth, “Actually I am here for work, my name is Brice Young by the way.” He gave her a firm handshake and as he stretch forward to do the same for Taro, he noticed the cut on his hand.
“You’re hurt, we should go find a first-aid place huh?” The concerned Elizabeth said,
“Ha, you know when I said I am working here, I am actually a doctor.” Brice pulled out his plastic photo ID that was clipped on his belt, the ID had a funny photo of Brice with the name Brice Young and Team Doctor, Emergency Response Unit labelled on it. “Yeah, don’t laugh, the photo is not the best, I wasn’t ready when they took it.” He scratched his head in embarrassment.
“Anyway, I better have a look at your arm.”
Brice didn’t have a first aid kit on him, but he did have a few bandaid which he kept in his wallet, it wasn’t really enough but he worked with what he had. He kneeled down and took Taro’s hand softly. “Hang on it might hurt abit.” Brice’s touch was for some reason comfortably warm, he worked efficiently but with a great deal of care and tenderness. Even at a glance you can see that Brice took enormous affection for his patients.
Within a few moments, he had managed to patch up the cut and stopped the bleeding almost like it was magic. “That’s all I can do at the moment, but we got to get it cleaned before it gets infected, so how about we go to the clinic and we can get some ice-cream and cookies along the way as an apology.” Brice spoke to Taro but gave a quick wink to Elizabeth for confirmation.
“I know a great place,” Brice pointed to the cafe that he bought his coffee from, “You still have plenty of time before the party starts in the hall and plus I need to at least pay for the dry cleaning on that dress.” He pointed at the little brown spots on Elizabeth’s dress, “So what do you say Taro?”
Right at that moment a sudden gust of wind blew across the avenue, Brice looked up to see various planes landing on strips all over the island, he thought to himself if any more people arrive today, the island would sink to the bottom of the ocean, it was the largest number of people he had ever seen in one place. The party atmosphere was already booming and it only morning, by night this place would be Las Vegas to the power of a million. He hoped the GC officers were ready cause this is either going to be a massive disaster or one hell of a party.
OOC Notes
After nearly falling asleep on the bench and comprehending the shame of such an action, a major demerit amoung his people. Rasa decided it would be best if he found something to do in the meantime. 'It appears there's no lack of variety.' he said as he put his hand over his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun. Overlooking the food stalls, cafes and restaurants, Rasa had spotted a gaudy red and white striped stall, a sign in one of the Asian Earth languages above it and several stools in front of the counter. He walked over at a brisk pace, giving way to the crowds that congested the area.
Barefoot in the Park
"Whadle'it be, off-worlder?" said the owner of the stall as Rasa sat down on one of the stools. The woman was wearing a large apron over his military uniform, she looked friendly enough, but that smile was strained like she had been doing everytime an alien so much as looked at her. 'The Global Conglomerate really seems to be putting effort into it's social relations'.
'Ara-mm... I don't know. What kind of food is this exactly?' Rasa replied, attempting to return the enthusiastic smile, which turned out more like a surprised grimace.
"Ramen, son. Most popular dish on Earth... It's sort of a soupy noodly thing. It comes in all flavours... Except the ones not present on this'e here board behind me."
Looking up at the menu board Rasa spotted a flavor that took his intrest. 'No. 23... Salty Fish Ramen.'
The woman took and counted $4.65 of Rasa's credits before turning to the large bubbling bowls behind her, adding the ingredients, mixing them and presenting them to Rasa in a wide, white bowl with a pair of chopsticks lodged frimly in the center. Looking down at the steaming mass of thick whitish-yellow strings swirling around in a styrofoam container, Rasa couldn't help but think it looked like some kind swarm of gastro-intesinal parasites or something similarly unappetising. Rasa customarily removed his beret and picked up the two sticks in one hand, taking his time to get his fingers in the right position before starting on the ramen. 'If this is what they call salty around here I'd hate to think about what their sea water tastes like.' Regardless of the taste, he finished the bowl and thanked the woman with a nod.
Just as he stood up Rasa immediately felt a rush in his gut, like the entire meal had just bounced directly from his gullet into his stomach and was trying get out from where it got in. Not wanting to upset the Ramen Woman, Rasa grabbed his beret and tried to remained compsed dispite the sweat dripping from his forehead from the effort of trying not to bust a gut. Rasa went to find somewhere to lay down, better yet somewhere he could let out the food he just ate. It was taking all his wilpower to make it stay in place. He spotted a small group of human civilians. 'A composed man in a suit, a kid in a hoodie and a flustered looking woman, family perhaps?' He approached the man and upon noticing his ID card, marking him as a medical professional, removed his hat gave a short bow.
"Ahsen, Doctor. Excuse my interuption. Could you direct me to a restroom? As I am noticing a lack of signs and cannot determine their location."
Barefoot in the Park
"Whadle'it be, off-worlder?" said the owner of the stall as Rasa sat down on one of the stools. The woman was wearing a large apron over his military uniform, she looked friendly enough, but that smile was strained like she had been doing everytime an alien so much as looked at her. 'The Global Conglomerate really seems to be putting effort into it's social relations'.
'Ara-mm... I don't know. What kind of food is this exactly?' Rasa replied, attempting to return the enthusiastic smile, which turned out more like a surprised grimace.
"Ramen, son. Most popular dish on Earth... It's sort of a soupy noodly thing. It comes in all flavours... Except the ones not present on this'e here board behind me."
Looking up at the menu board Rasa spotted a flavor that took his intrest. 'No. 23... Salty Fish Ramen.'
The woman took and counted $4.65 of Rasa's credits before turning to the large bubbling bowls behind her, adding the ingredients, mixing them and presenting them to Rasa in a wide, white bowl with a pair of chopsticks lodged frimly in the center. Looking down at the steaming mass of thick whitish-yellow strings swirling around in a styrofoam container, Rasa couldn't help but think it looked like some kind swarm of gastro-intesinal parasites or something similarly unappetising. Rasa customarily removed his beret and picked up the two sticks in one hand, taking his time to get his fingers in the right position before starting on the ramen. 'If this is what they call salty around here I'd hate to think about what their sea water tastes like.' Regardless of the taste, he finished the bowl and thanked the woman with a nod.
Just as he stood up Rasa immediately felt a rush in his gut, like the entire meal had just bounced directly from his gullet into his stomach and was trying get out from where it got in. Not wanting to upset the Ramen Woman, Rasa grabbed his beret and tried to remained compsed dispite the sweat dripping from his forehead from the effort of trying not to bust a gut. Rasa went to find somewhere to lay down, better yet somewhere he could let out the food he just ate. It was taking all his wilpower to make it stay in place. He spotted a small group of human civilians. 'A composed man in a suit, a kid in a hoodie and a flustered looking woman, family perhaps?' He approached the man and upon noticing his ID card, marking him as a medical professional, removed his hat gave a short bow.
"Ahsen, Doctor. Excuse my interuption. Could you direct me to a restroom? As I am noticing a lack of signs and cannot determine their location."
OOC Notes
Gaea, 12:43
"WaaaaaaahhhhhhhAAAAAAAhhhhh!" A hellish cry cut through even the dense noise of the crowd he currently found himself wading through. There was a serious electricity in the cluster even before the wail sounded, but now, it was sheer madness.
“What the hell?”
Demetri grumbled, as the entire crowd began to shift itself forward, and before the Colonel knew it, he was being swept up with them, into the shuffle to God knows where. Through the near inconceivable shouts, he could hear someone say the name Kaylee and a few other names, but that was all he could make out over the ear shattering rifts that now monopolized his ear drums.
"Take it girl!"
Was the last thing he heard before he was coughed up on the end of the western boardwalk as just another victim of the mosh pit. But it was then, sitting there a few feet in front of them, that the dread-locked soldier’s golden orbs lit up like the eyes of a kid on Christmas day. The band—it was exactly what he needed. If he believed in the Goddess, Demetri would have dropped to his knees [not like he had far to go, he was already on his ass] and prayed to her right there.
From the singer and her impressive range, the dame on the shredding on the guitar…they were perfect he just hoped that they knew how to play slow songs—and that they would actually take the job of course.
He sat there and watched as the band finished the track, making an effort to get his own claps and whistles to reach over the fans’.
"Mebe nao we might get th' attention of da higher ups, eh?” The woman on guitar muttered to the rest of the band as she shifted her guitar around to her back. Taking this as his chance, Demetri shot up from the ground and strolled over to them, though not before dusting himself off sufficiently—couldn’t afford to make a bad impression now.
The dread-locked wonder adjusted his gray and black tie, and put on his patented Maverick grin. With his right hand shoved into his pocket, and his left hand resting against his side he approached them just as they finished packing up their instruments.
“Hey…did I just hear you we’re looking for some attention from the higher ups?” He swatted his hand across the air, eyes shifting from each member of the group, they sure were…wild looking, “You’ve got it. I’m Colonel Demetri Maverick, with the American Branch…our DJ is preoccupied blowing chunks. But a live band is so much more classy anyway. My ass is on the line here, so I’m willing to pay double the normal amount of credits, whaddya say? Wanna play at a galactic shindig?” Demetri leaned forward towards them, holding his arms out to the side, and smiling slyly. Despite his relaxed demeanor, the Colonel was quivering on the inside.
There were less twenty minutes before the first part of the festivities would kick off, the showcase of the new GEARs.
* * *
Two men tip-toed out of a shotty looking cargo ship, under the cover of a line of barrels conveniently placed along the opposite end of the dock [conveniently, because one of them had decided they would come to be of some use, and stacked them in that specific patter].
“This is ridiculous…I’m a Roux…me of all people, hiding myself behind barrels of all things,” The prissy looking one complained as he and his partner peeked over their respective places of cover.
“Suck it up, you wanna get inside right? You’re branded. I bet my entire pay roll that they’ve got scanners watching this entire place…” The armored one snapped back, looking at his nobel counterpart through the corner of his eye. “Tch, you didn’t get out much where you come form did you? Don’t even know how to properly sneak into a place.” Joob scoffed, turning his attention back to the upper part of the docks, which they were currently spying on. The place was decently guarded, not like it normally would have, should this have been any normal day. The man suspected that they were lucky to have arrived so early, if this was evening this place would have been packed with security.
“Where I come from, people have enough sense not to make such an esteemed individual sneak around. Of all things…” Aston’s hazel eyes carefully scanned the area, what they were dealing with. The row of the docks that they stood on was roughly a little under half a mile, but there were three guards stationed at different spots along the way. He would simply fight them under normal conditions—but to do so on the home turf of his enemy would be foolish. “Get to thinking.”
“Me? I’m not even in this! Sheesh, I should be enjoying some funnel cake right now…but no, I had to get swept up in some insane Genetics part crashing scheme, why I’ve got half a mind to---“ Aston held up his finger.
“You’ll give us away.”
“Baaah! I cannot stand you!”
* * *
Taro watched with a blank expression as the man [who now introduced himself as Brice] doctored his hand. The way he did it, it was like…magic. The instant he finished patching it up, Taro jerked his palm back stepping a whole foot away from him in the process.
“Tch…” The boy pouted a bit, rubbing his newly ‘healed’ hand as he did so. Elizabeth watched this display in disbelief, first at the ease in which Brice acted, and then at the amount of rudeness Taro had showed him. Immediately, she stomped over to him, hovering above the boy with a face as fearsome as an ogre. Taro could make out a twitching in her right hand, and a vein bulging on the side of her dome—she didn’t act though—counting to ten must have really worked.
“Taro! You know that’s no way to act. Tell Brice thank you, alright?”
“….” Taro turned his head back to the suited man, sizing him up before he crossed his arms, “…Thank you.” He muttered, mocha face gaining a rosy hue.
“Good. Thank you Brice, I appreciate it,” She bowed to him, laughing a bit.
“That’s all I can do at the moment, but we got to get it cleaned before it gets infected, so how about we go to the clinic and we can get some ice-cream and cookies along the way as an apology.” Her eyes widened at the proposition. She had no problem with it, in fact, she wanted to go—but Taro on the other hand…“So what do you say Taro?”
“No.” He sharply replied. “We’re going to see the GEARs. Right, Elizabeth?” There was a strong gust of when making its way through the ocean front ave, it looked like even more people were showing up. That made sense though; even though they had been here for hours, the festival hadn’t even really started yet. The GEAR showing would be the first to go down, and that was only ten minutes away.
"Ahsen, Doctor. Excuse my interruption. Could you direct me to a restroom? As I am noticing a lack of signs and cannot determine their location."
A new voice chimed in, reluctantly, Taro looked back down [for he was looking up to see the source of the sudden wind] to see a peculiar looking man. Well, he didn’t really look all that strange himself—other than the white freckles on his face—it was more like…a feeling he gave off. Ahsen? He wondered what that meant.
“Let’s go Elizabeth, they’re starting soon!” Taro grabbed at the woman’s hand, who was taken aback by the child’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Ah, but Taro! I wanted ice cream!”
The GEARs were to be shown on the eastern shore of the beach. They were going to be set up on the shore in one long line. There were six of them, and they were all one of a kind, at least at this moment. They were the crown jewel of Venus Scientist research, and each one of them were completely unique from the other, and from any GEAR currently in use. Taro couldn’t miss this.
"WaaaaaaahhhhhhhAAAAAAAhhhhh!" A hellish cry cut through even the dense noise of the crowd he currently found himself wading through. There was a serious electricity in the cluster even before the wail sounded, but now, it was sheer madness.
“What the hell?”
Demetri grumbled, as the entire crowd began to shift itself forward, and before the Colonel knew it, he was being swept up with them, into the shuffle to God knows where. Through the near inconceivable shouts, he could hear someone say the name Kaylee and a few other names, but that was all he could make out over the ear shattering rifts that now monopolized his ear drums.
"Take it girl!"
Was the last thing he heard before he was coughed up on the end of the western boardwalk as just another victim of the mosh pit. But it was then, sitting there a few feet in front of them, that the dread-locked soldier’s golden orbs lit up like the eyes of a kid on Christmas day. The band—it was exactly what he needed. If he believed in the Goddess, Demetri would have dropped to his knees [not like he had far to go, he was already on his ass] and prayed to her right there.
From the singer and her impressive range, the dame on the shredding on the guitar…they were perfect he just hoped that they knew how to play slow songs—and that they would actually take the job of course.
He sat there and watched as the band finished the track, making an effort to get his own claps and whistles to reach over the fans’.
"Mebe nao we might get th' attention of da higher ups, eh?” The woman on guitar muttered to the rest of the band as she shifted her guitar around to her back. Taking this as his chance, Demetri shot up from the ground and strolled over to them, though not before dusting himself off sufficiently—couldn’t afford to make a bad impression now.
The dread-locked wonder adjusted his gray and black tie, and put on his patented Maverick grin. With his right hand shoved into his pocket, and his left hand resting against his side he approached them just as they finished packing up their instruments.
“Hey…did I just hear you we’re looking for some attention from the higher ups?” He swatted his hand across the air, eyes shifting from each member of the group, they sure were…wild looking, “You’ve got it. I’m Colonel Demetri Maverick, with the American Branch…our DJ is preoccupied blowing chunks. But a live band is so much more classy anyway. My ass is on the line here, so I’m willing to pay double the normal amount of credits, whaddya say? Wanna play at a galactic shindig?” Demetri leaned forward towards them, holding his arms out to the side, and smiling slyly. Despite his relaxed demeanor, the Colonel was quivering on the inside.
There were less twenty minutes before the first part of the festivities would kick off, the showcase of the new GEARs.
* * *
Two men tip-toed out of a shotty looking cargo ship, under the cover of a line of barrels conveniently placed along the opposite end of the dock [conveniently, because one of them had decided they would come to be of some use, and stacked them in that specific patter].
“This is ridiculous…I’m a Roux…me of all people, hiding myself behind barrels of all things,” The prissy looking one complained as he and his partner peeked over their respective places of cover.
“Suck it up, you wanna get inside right? You’re branded. I bet my entire pay roll that they’ve got scanners watching this entire place…” The armored one snapped back, looking at his nobel counterpart through the corner of his eye. “Tch, you didn’t get out much where you come form did you? Don’t even know how to properly sneak into a place.” Joob scoffed, turning his attention back to the upper part of the docks, which they were currently spying on. The place was decently guarded, not like it normally would have, should this have been any normal day. The man suspected that they were lucky to have arrived so early, if this was evening this place would have been packed with security.
“Where I come from, people have enough sense not to make such an esteemed individual sneak around. Of all things…” Aston’s hazel eyes carefully scanned the area, what they were dealing with. The row of the docks that they stood on was roughly a little under half a mile, but there were three guards stationed at different spots along the way. He would simply fight them under normal conditions—but to do so on the home turf of his enemy would be foolish. “Get to thinking.”
“Me? I’m not even in this! Sheesh, I should be enjoying some funnel cake right now…but no, I had to get swept up in some insane Genetics part crashing scheme, why I’ve got half a mind to---“ Aston held up his finger.
“You’ll give us away.”
“Baaah! I cannot stand you!”
* * *
Taro watched with a blank expression as the man [who now introduced himself as Brice] doctored his hand. The way he did it, it was like…magic. The instant he finished patching it up, Taro jerked his palm back stepping a whole foot away from him in the process.
“Tch…” The boy pouted a bit, rubbing his newly ‘healed’ hand as he did so. Elizabeth watched this display in disbelief, first at the ease in which Brice acted, and then at the amount of rudeness Taro had showed him. Immediately, she stomped over to him, hovering above the boy with a face as fearsome as an ogre. Taro could make out a twitching in her right hand, and a vein bulging on the side of her dome—she didn’t act though—counting to ten must have really worked.
“Taro! You know that’s no way to act. Tell Brice thank you, alright?”
“….” Taro turned his head back to the suited man, sizing him up before he crossed his arms, “…Thank you.” He muttered, mocha face gaining a rosy hue.
“Good. Thank you Brice, I appreciate it,” She bowed to him, laughing a bit.
“That’s all I can do at the moment, but we got to get it cleaned before it gets infected, so how about we go to the clinic and we can get some ice-cream and cookies along the way as an apology.” Her eyes widened at the proposition. She had no problem with it, in fact, she wanted to go—but Taro on the other hand…“So what do you say Taro?”
“No.” He sharply replied. “We’re going to see the GEARs. Right, Elizabeth?” There was a strong gust of when making its way through the ocean front ave, it looked like even more people were showing up. That made sense though; even though they had been here for hours, the festival hadn’t even really started yet. The GEAR showing would be the first to go down, and that was only ten minutes away.
"Ahsen, Doctor. Excuse my interruption. Could you direct me to a restroom? As I am noticing a lack of signs and cannot determine their location."
A new voice chimed in, reluctantly, Taro looked back down [for he was looking up to see the source of the sudden wind] to see a peculiar looking man. Well, he didn’t really look all that strange himself—other than the white freckles on his face—it was more like…a feeling he gave off. Ahsen? He wondered what that meant.
“Let’s go Elizabeth, they’re starting soon!” Taro grabbed at the woman’s hand, who was taken aback by the child’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Ah, but Taro! I wanted ice cream!”
The GEARs were to be shown on the eastern shore of the beach. They were going to be set up on the shore in one long line. There were six of them, and they were all one of a kind, at least at this moment. They were the crown jewel of Venus Scientist research, and each one of them were completely unique from the other, and from any GEAR currently in use. Taro couldn’t miss this.
OOC Notes
An air of seriousness dropped over the band. They looked at each other nervously. A full bird Colonel? Talking to Kaylee? She crossed her arms and studied the man.
"Colonel? As in a bom-bad soldat? Talkin' ta me wiva job offa? Th' Goddess works in mysteries. Aight, Colonel Mavvik. You get me in da pearly gates, so ta speak, an' I'll do ma best ta DJ ya shindig. Jus' sayin nao, tho. I dunno if ya peeps gonna like meh an' ma crew. Wha' wiv our ink an' wild ways." She bowed to him, arm extended. "Lead th' way."
Rourke's Rebels managed to get through security without mishap, thanks to Colonel Maverick. Normally, Kaylee wouldn't have given him the time of day, but she really wanted to attend the party. She'd never been to a party where there wasn't going to be fights and heavy drinking before, and she wanted to actually have a good time. She whistled once, snapped her fingers, and pointed at the DJ booth. Shawna immediately scrambled to the booth and eagerly explored the setup. It was decent, but nothing to gawk at. She pulled her custom rig from her duffel and hooked it up to the system. Using headphones for a closed loop, she tested the sound, playing with the varous mixers and sliders. Satisfied, she summoned Galla. The duo usually were the ones DJ-ing at the parties Rourke's Rebels attended. Shawna flashed Kaylee a thumbs up, who in turn signaled the okay to Demetri. The party at least now had music, leaving Kaylee, Greg, and Jamma free to poke about. She strictly warned everyone to keep their sticky fingers in their pockets. She was obviously invited to this party for a reason and didn't want to get kicked out.
"Colonel? As in a bom-bad soldat? Talkin' ta me wiva job offa? Th' Goddess works in mysteries. Aight, Colonel Mavvik. You get me in da pearly gates, so ta speak, an' I'll do ma best ta DJ ya shindig. Jus' sayin nao, tho. I dunno if ya peeps gonna like meh an' ma crew. Wha' wiv our ink an' wild ways." She bowed to him, arm extended. "Lead th' way."
Rourke's Rebels managed to get through security without mishap, thanks to Colonel Maverick. Normally, Kaylee wouldn't have given him the time of day, but she really wanted to attend the party. She'd never been to a party where there wasn't going to be fights and heavy drinking before, and she wanted to actually have a good time. She whistled once, snapped her fingers, and pointed at the DJ booth. Shawna immediately scrambled to the booth and eagerly explored the setup. It was decent, but nothing to gawk at. She pulled her custom rig from her duffel and hooked it up to the system. Using headphones for a closed loop, she tested the sound, playing with the varous mixers and sliders. Satisfied, she summoned Galla. The duo usually were the ones DJ-ing at the parties Rourke's Rebels attended. Shawna flashed Kaylee a thumbs up, who in turn signaled the okay to Demetri. The party at least now had music, leaving Kaylee, Greg, and Jamma free to poke about. She strictly warned everyone to keep their sticky fingers in their pockets. She was obviously invited to this party for a reason and didn't want to get kicked out.
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Re: [OOC] Enter Galactic
Astro how big are the Ad Infinitum GEARs compared to a human?
for that matter how big is an average combat GEAR compared to a human/other point of reference?
and is Taro's scene heading towards the roof/outside? cause Sebastian isn't going to be much good in this case unless he can get at Osiris. This is all going to have a really big take on my post so I'll hold off on starting till I get strait with this.
for that matter how big is an average combat GEAR compared to a human/other point of reference?
and is Taro's scene heading towards the roof/outside? cause Sebastian isn't going to be much good in this case unless he can get at Osiris. This is all going to have a really big take on my post so I'll hold off on starting till I get strait with this.
Re: [OOC] Enter Galactic
Re:Chuckles- Sure thing. :)
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His hair is short and dark raven blue- that weird black color that shines blue, and his eyes are a deep, rich blue color.
Not all Peregrins have green hair and multi-colored eyes. What makes them distinctive is their natural hair colors consisting of only cool colors- Blues, Greens, and Purples. Their eye colors are usually odd colors for humans. They can be extreme versions of normal colors like straight-up grey, full yellow, REALLY blue, or neon green, and it’s not uncommon for color combination to happen.
I don’t blame you, though. This is what I get for not posting a character bio for Renzaios.
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A head of green locks, and a pair of eyes that held more than your average amount of colors, the man spoke out to him.
His hair is short and dark raven blue- that weird black color that shines blue, and his eyes are a deep, rich blue color.
Not all Peregrins have green hair and multi-colored eyes. What makes them distinctive is their natural hair colors consisting of only cool colors- Blues, Greens, and Purples. Their eye colors are usually odd colors for humans. They can be extreme versions of normal colors like straight-up grey, full yellow, REALLY blue, or neon green, and it’s not uncommon for color combination to happen.
I don’t blame you, though. This is what I get for not posting a character bio for Renzaios.
Re: [OOC] Enter Galactic
ok, must have missed it what with so much awesome going on at the same time, I'll get to it once I yet off work, editing on a phone is no fun. Lol. Thanks for the catch.
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Hy, Chuckles, you may want to edit your post. Cerberus is with the outside group. The inside group is dealing with the AD Infinitum GEARs.
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Back from making my Post! =O
That being said it's a lot more disorganized than I'd like it to be. I blame school. If there's any section that only makes sense to my twisted little mind feel free to point it out and I'll try to have it make sense to your twisted mind as well. =P
Also, near the end of the post I slipped in a mention to an undefined person (again.) I'll leave you guys on the cutting edge of suspense, wracking your minds for the possible identity of a person so important to Cody that he would leave a injured girl he mildly dislikes just to go and punch him (the mentioned person) in the face. My only clue is that the person doesn't exist yet, which will narrow your search by a lot (but not your urge to know right?) Anyways I think I'll hit the hay while I'm still making coherent sentences which don't embarrass m-dhqfj2dsasaf;feg7advi.
Looking forward to watching you guys have a Cerberus hunt while I have a questionable role in the dealings of Aston and the super not-impressed generals!
That being said it's a lot more disorganized than I'd like it to be. I blame school. If there's any section that only makes sense to my twisted little mind feel free to point it out and I'll try to have it make sense to your twisted mind as well. =P
Also, near the end of the post I slipped in a mention to an undefined person (again.) I'll leave you guys on the cutting edge of suspense, wracking your minds for the possible identity of a person so important to Cody that he would leave a injured girl he mildly dislikes just to go and punch him (the mentioned person) in the face. My only clue is that the person doesn't exist yet, which will narrow your search by a lot (but not your urge to know right?) Anyways I think I'll hit the hay while I'm still making coherent sentences which don't embarrass m-dhqfj2dsasaf;feg7advi.
Looking forward to watching you guys have a Cerberus hunt while I have a questionable role in the dealings of Aston and the super not-impressed generals!
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He can fight alright! He's one of the top five Teryn'Kai; a Fwyn. He only has a guardian because everyone in the royal family is assigned a guardian at birth. It's kinda like Artemis Fowl and Butler, one could say, but that makes no sense unless you've read the Artemis Fowl series. Because of Renzaios's skill, Kiran is still protective, but he serves as more of a tactical agent and, for lack of a better word, a go-fer, than Ren's Meat-shield, as most Royal handlers are. That doesn't stop Kiran from being protective over his charge, though.
In short, one could argue that Ren's more beastly than Aemyle overall. In actuality, he just thinks things through more and has more of an eye for detail. It's his skill as a strategist/diplomat that has gotten him so high in the ranks. For Aemyle, she's a good people person, but her military skill lies mostly in brute strength. Kinda opposite of the norm; Guys are usually the tanks, while chick are the finesse fighters, but with Aem and Ren it's different.
As for his Mana-drive, mentioned for strategy purposes, I will say that it gives him the ability I call 'force'. He can push walls of force ahead of him. For example, if he threw a punch from where Demetri was standing, force would shoot from where his hand had stopped and continue until it lost its energy or until it his something. It's a telekinesis or pulse of sorts (also comparable to the supersonic chicklet that was on the show 'No Ordinary Family'). He can also use this ability to create shields, but he does not make much use of that function unless he's in his GEAR.
In short, one could argue that Ren's more beastly than Aemyle overall. In actuality, he just thinks things through more and has more of an eye for detail. It's his skill as a strategist/diplomat that has gotten him so high in the ranks. For Aemyle, she's a good people person, but her military skill lies mostly in brute strength. Kinda opposite of the norm; Guys are usually the tanks, while chick are the finesse fighters, but with Aem and Ren it's different.
As for his Mana-drive, mentioned for strategy purposes, I will say that it gives him the ability I call 'force'. He can push walls of force ahead of him. For example, if he threw a punch from where Demetri was standing, force would shoot from where his hand had stopped and continue until it lost its energy or until it his something. It's a telekinesis or pulse of sorts (also comparable to the supersonic chicklet that was on the show 'No Ordinary Family'). He can also use this ability to create shields, but he does not make much use of that function unless he's in his GEAR.
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Nah, that's fine!
Question though, can Renzaios fight? I'm guessing he wouldn't be all that skilled since he has a guardian and all, but you never know. Demetri needs all the help he can get.
Question though, can Renzaios fight? I'm guessing he wouldn't be all that skilled since he has a guardian and all, but you never know. Demetri needs all the help he can get.
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I've already got 2/3rd of a reply written, I just need to finish it. I would, however, like to note, that I tied Aemyle, Renzaios, and Ren's handler into the story through several means. Renzaios wandered outside, using the crowds as cover, so he is a part of the battles outside. Kiran had employed Aemyle to look for him when Taro crashed into him before sliding across the floor on his bum like the little mocha-skinned spaz he seems to be. These are the only things I would take note of without spoiling too much of my post. Take these into account when writing your posts! Thanks.
(P.S. I hope me making the 'soldier?' Taro bumped into Kiran was okay. Let me know if you don't like it before I post.)
(P.S. I hope me making the 'soldier?' Taro bumped into Kiran was okay. Let me know if you don't like it before I post.)
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Alright guys, the 'climax' post is just about done...didn't I say it would come late? XD
In the mean time, here's the image of the first 'boss'. But only a few of our heroes will be facing off with this one...
And our Ad Infinitum Gears...
The Ad Infinitum GEARS are small in stature, but extremely mobile. Small enough for a small army to to sneak into a certain multi-floor building.
In the mean time, here's the image of the first 'boss'. But only a few of our heroes will be facing off with this one...
And our Ad Infinitum Gears...
The Ad Infinitum GEARS are small in stature, but extremely mobile. Small enough for a small army to to sneak into a certain multi-floor building.
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Chuckles wrote:*eyes rp... sees life* YAY! *notes that he's still waiting on others to post* boo... lol
we get a situation report on a couple of other players yet?
Meh, with the PM function down I can't contact any of em'. For now we'll have to keep moving without them.
EikouNekoChan wrote:I haven't been able to think of anything for dear Aemyle to react to. So, I've left her as is, hoping someone would interact with her. I though it was highly likely, seeing as she's a hot alien chick. At this rate, I might have to pull Renzaios back up to interact with her.
Lodnir wrote:
Of course, Codywas shot to death and is now dead.currently has about a half of a post done for him, but is waiting for the climax indicator event to trigger before heading on upstairs for a not-so romantic rendezvous. His condition however probably won't be so hot making chances of not having every general on the 500th floor dead pretty low. Furthermore it would be pretty problematic if the elevator was stopped before the 500th floor with nothing but him and Mr. soot pile, not that I'm saying that's going to happen or anything.
I figure it's about time to start our little terrorist attack anyway. Expect an epic post late tonight.
skulblaka sol makina wrote:Thanks Astro_B0y, I really appreciate it. I didn't want to drag the RP into the mire with my absence. I'll send you a PM with some quick character tips for Kaylee and her band.
No problem! Least I could do. And thank ya for the character notes too, I'll try not to butcher her accent XP
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I've also modified my post to actually work with I (hopefully) think is the layout of the building. Thanks for the catch Chuckles
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Ah jeez :S
Guess in my attempt to read all the posts i got a bit disoriented with the lay-out of the building and whatnot. Way to make an entrance, with such a contradiction in my first post.
Thanks Chuckles, I appreciate it. Don't hesitate to call me out if i make any mistakes in the future, which i hope won't happen again. I can be a bit of a stickler for these things so I have no idea how I let that slip.
Thanks, I'm gonna jump on to fixing that.
Guess in my attempt to read all the posts i got a bit disoriented with the lay-out of the building and whatnot. Way to make an entrance, with such a contradiction in my first post.
Thanks Chuckles, I appreciate it. Don't hesitate to call me out if i make any mistakes in the future, which i hope won't happen again. I can be a bit of a stickler for these things so I have no idea how I let that slip.
Thanks, I'm gonna jump on to fixing that.
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I'm still waiting on Averagebear to post up, or else just leaving Sebastian in limbo for now till something happens.
on another note:
While I don't generally go about pointing out errors in writing, Catbus, Ritz just used his sniper to look through a wall and down a long hallway (which is where the two guards you mentioned are.) The outside door was not actually guarded as it only leads to a service hall and the inner doors are guarded.
Just a note, the post has been replied to so idk if it's worth editing or whatever.
on another note:
While I don't generally go about pointing out errors in writing, Catbus, Ritz just used his sniper to look through a wall and down a long hallway (which is where the two guards you mentioned are.) The outside door was not actually guarded as it only leads to a service hall and the inner doors are guarded.
Just a note, the post has been replied to so idk if it's worth editing or whatever.
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I haven't been able to think of anything for dear Aemyle to react to. So, I've left her as is, hoping someone would interact with her. I though it was highly likely, seeing as she's a hot alien chick. At this rate, I might have to pull Renzaios back up to interact with her.
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Chuckles wrote: we get a situation report on a couple of other players yet?
Of course, Cody
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*eyes rp... sees life* YAY! *notes that he's still waiting on others to post* boo... lol
we get a situation report on a couple of other players yet?
we get a situation report on a couple of other players yet?
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Thanks Astro_B0y, I really appreciate it. I didn't want to drag the RP into the mire with my absence. I'll send you a PM with some quick character tips for Kaylee and her band.
