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[Saarai]

This is a "what if" thread, if the name didn't give that away... anyways, it's just for fun, no need to be all serious all the time, but there is no need for only humor. Let's think of this as not being "canon" towards our characters, just where they would be in five years from the present date on Terra. Anyone can post if they like.

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“Tell me why you’re acting like this.” He said to him, “Acting like what? It’s nothing, people change.” He replied, “People just don’t change like this, John. Something is up.” He said as he moved closer to John, “Kazen, stop acting like you know what’s going through my head. I am going to find a gift for my sister and her soon-to-be husband and then I am going to get some work done. I would like to do all of that without you bringing me stress. I will address your concerns soon enough. For now, please go.” John said to Kazen, his eyes unseen behind the opaque shades he wore, though it was obvious that he still avoided eye contact with the man named Kazen. “I think I know what this is about.” Kazen said as he brushed his long blonde hair away from his face with his gloved right hand. “It’s because the demon-guy banged your sister before you could.” Kazen then added, a small grin finding its way onto his face, “That’s it, right?” The Irishman asked John as he neared him and his desk, a long silence filled the office overlooking most of Tokyo’s downtown area. “Kazen, you best to leave before I get angry at that. And I must warn you, you don’t have long until I am angry.” John said to Kazen, “I love you, you’re my friend. However, you have changed and you have become someone else. I am glad that you have remained loyal to me and that we could remain close, but this is it. I am done. I do hope that you can get over whatever the fuck it is that has you alienating yourself from your friends and family.” Kazen said as he began to leave the room, he had nothing else to say and it seemed that John did not as well. “Wait!” John called out to Kazen, “What?” Kazen asked as he turned to look at John, though all he found was gun to his face. “John never changed, his choices did.” John said, “John had no choice but to start caring for his self above all others. I am sorry.” John said with genuine guilt and sorrow filling his voice. “This may sound cliché, but he always had a choice. He just didn’t look at em’ all.” With those words, a shot rang out and Kazen dropped to the floor with a loud thump, the bullet wound in his forehead bleeding profusely. “I am sorry.” John said before he turned the gun on himself, another shot heard by the security personnel that had gathered outside of his office. The security kicked down the door to the 30th floor office, only to find the bodies of the two men sprawled out on the floor next to each other…

“Okay, that’s a wrap.” The director said as he stood up out of his seat. Both Kazen and John getting up from the floor after the lights on the set came on. The new lighting revealed the cameras and the film crew that were present. “That was great, I’m so glad that you two decided to go into business far more legit than mercenary work. I mean, you guys have been making some great fucking movies and we’re getting a lot of fame and money from this shit.” The director said to the two men, “We owe a lot of the success to you as well; you make the stuff look good. We don’t have experience with the film business like you.” John said as he tied his long back hair up into a ponytail. John was tall, muscular, and he had lightly tanned skin. His facial features indicated Eastern European or Middle Eastern heritage, though he hailed Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan. “Aye, we fucking suck. At this, that is, mate. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to go pick me son up from school.” Kazen said before he nodded his head to the director and John, soon he turned on a heel and began to head for the dressing rooms in order to change. Kazen spoke with a mild Irish accent; it was not very thick because of the time he spent away from Ireland, but it was very noticeable. He had long blonde hair and he was clean-shaven, he was about 6’5 and had an athletic build. Though he was still muscular, his height made him seem a little skinnier than he was. “We need more comedies, family and gross-out.” John said to the director as they began to cross the set towards the dressing rooms, “I agree, we have mostly action movies. I think we need more drama and maybe some romance, maybe a romantic comedy.” The director said to John, “I’m telling you Johnny, all films directed by yours truly, Jeremy Sinclair, will be hits.” Jeremy said with obvious confidence, he was only twenty-three and had already had numerous hit films under his belt. He had many awards, the biggest actors wanted to do his movies, musicians wanted him to direct their videos. Despite all of his success, Jeremy remained humble and did not let the fame get to his head. He was still the same kid from Memphis that loved to play with cameras; he just had the money for a better camera these days. “I heard that Kroger is running for office in Arabia, he’ll win for sure. People fucking love him, I would not be surprised if he began running the Earth Federation and got us in good with Trantor or something.” Jeremy said to John, soon pushing the door to John’s dressing room open and stepping inside with John following close behind. “Yeah, and now that the Invictus are an official Earth Federation special forces organization he’d be up in the running next election. We have done a lot for the Federation over the years; they better let my old man get a chance to run things soon. If they don’t, I’ll write an angry letter.” John said with a chuckle as he sat down in a chair, a few people that had already been in the room helping to get the makeup and fake blood off his face. “Hopefully there will be some perks; I could always use a new car.” Jeremy said to John, then nudging his side with his elbow.

“Excuse me, Mr. Izumi?” A woman said as entered the dressing room, “The press is here to see you.” She told John, “Alright, let them in. I’m ready.” He said to the woman, then dismissing the people inside, save for Jeremy who was going to be with him for the whole thing. “We’ll do it on set, more space.” Jeremy told John, both of them standing up and stepping out of the dressing room, spotting the camera crew coming towards them. “Where is this journalist woman?” John asked Jeremy, “And who is she? I want to know that too.” He added, “I don’t know, never met her, she’s been around as long as you. She’s been doing small stuff though, following your career quite a bit too.” Jeremy said to John as they and the camera crew began closing the distance, “She’s a fan?” John asked Jeremy, “Yep, she’s a fan. Either that or she’s been researching you until this day come, which could mean there will be some of ‘those’ questions showing up.” Jeremy told John, “Damn…”

[barney_fife]

The clock on the wall would be ticking idly in the office, it was a simple grey colored clock with two hands, the sound of tick-tock echoing through the somewhat old fashioned office. The air conditioning vents would be blowing idly, and the view of the city would be seen outside, the nearby buildings were the same Aschen architecture as the rest of Sagittaron, sleek, tall, glamorous with a smooth almost glossy finish. The sun had slowly began to set over the bay, lighting the sky up in a bright orange and yellow fading to blue fervor. The desk was a polished redwood, with various trinkets set, to the left corner of the desk was a small plaque with a set of golden trimmed silver wings stylized in a greek fashion, the set of wings would be set on a black background and a holographic image of a Battlestar - Acropolis would be seen in certain angles of light. More towards the center left, towards the opposite side of the desk was a simple laptop computron, it's gloss black trim would be set in chrome, and a chrome monitor would be flickering with it's opaque holographic screen displaying a logo slowly spinning in a 360 degree fashion. Next to the computron would still be a steaming cup of coffee, or Tava as the Aschen called it. Deep black with only a hint of raw sugar cane, which was added whole and was still protruding from the top of the mug. This was all set upon a black vinyl like mat, pens and pencils lay scattered about near another mug which sported various writing utensils. The mug was tan and sported a skull below the skull, set in black letters was 'Top Gun' On the right side of the desk, a glass finished green lamp would be set, her high-pressure sodium bulb glowing a bright natural orange which shone on some papers. Behind the desk, close to the window that overlooked the city were three flags, one would be a brown color, featuring a stylized phoenix motif with it's wings outstretched, the next flag would be black, and yellow, with the same phoenix motif, and the last flag would be a red trimmed with orange, each flag situated perfectly on their stands. The office would be further decorated by various plants, ferns, and a gardenia plant, two portraits would be on the left wall, if you were looking at the office from the door, one would be of an old man with a beard, clad in a simple gray suit with a mandarin collar and two golden pins, his hair was combed to one side and he seemed somewhat rugged, beside the older man was a middle aged man, brown hair, somewhat round face, and an arrogant look upon his face, he too would be clad in a simple gray suit.

The Carpet in the office would be a simple gray pattern, accented by white colored specks. A greek style rug would be in the center of the office, and before the desk would be two ultra-modern, chrome and black chairs, their curvy pattern accentuating Aschen culture.

After a few moments the door would slowly slide open, leaving a pleasant yet crystalline chime to it. Footsteps would be heard as the figure stepped inside the office, he was clad in a bright red silk robe, this robe would be trimmed in orange along the cuffs, and the center of the robe, the sash worn would also be a bright orange trimmed in gold. A Chain of office would be worn, much like the freemasons wore. This was gold bead trimmed with red fabric, this held a pendant that resembled a centaur wielding a bow and arrow. If one gazed upon the man's face, they would see a still somewhat young man, a full head of very healthy blond hair, piercing, almost deep sapphire blue eyes. Which would be slightly narrow as a woman accompanied the man inside the office, the figure quickly moving to sit at the rather large leather, gold studded chair at his desk.

"Have a seat Miss Valaj-karesh." The man would say as he moved to sit down, eyes almost scanning the woman over as she sat down and stared at the man, rather full lush lips parting to utter a word. "Sire Mcgregor, I tried my best to authorize police force with the riots, we just can't seem to act quickly enough." The man then shook his head. "I've served as Sire of this lovely prefecture for a year now, Minister, I have a lot on my plate, from the Trantor to these damned riots, I can't give President Vallis my all when I am bogged down by incompetent Ministers." Raphael added as the woman replied. "Yes Sire, I shall double my efforts." The woman would reply as the man nodded. "Very well, now get the frak out of my office before I have you removed." He said waving a hand in dismissal before standing up. "I have another Parliament meeting... politics how tiresome." He said as he too started to leave his office, with the wave of a hand over a sensor, the lights would dim and the doors would open with the same pleasant crystalline chime.

[qbsuperstar03]

"Forward, everyone! Their lines are wavering!"

Nikki Oceantide sent up another wave of water to come crashing down on the battlements the Knights of Righteous Vengeance had set up at their headquarters. Finally, after all these years of running, Nikki had had enough. She had gathered a force to take the Knights head-on, and with the aid of the beasts of the forest and Nikki's own magic, this seemingly ragtag bunch of mercenaries, some of whom required payment that reminded Nikki of her days as a slave, were proving to be worth the investment.

An arrow came down from a guard tower that was still alight from the lightning Nikki had struck it with earlier, striking her in the middle of her left thigh and penetrating the hide armor that she had deigned to wear for this battle, when she would normally go around in robes that were designed to protect her from the elements and hostile magic, but not much else. Crying in pain and surprise, she went down to the ground, blood seeping out of the wound at an alarming rate. Almost as soon as her yelp of anguish went up, the Knights seemed more motivated than ever to break through the battlements and get to the general. Even as a team of medics worked to minimize the pain and help their leader keep fighting, more arrows came down in a hail of indirect fire. One of them threw up a mystical veil that did not let the majority of the projectiles through, but even the ones that did go through seemed to have their damages reduced.

Then, one of the front-line knights called in a cavalry charge, which her elven senses picked up in a heartbeat, and Nikki knew that as good as these mercenaries were, they were no match for a well-organized and well-executed strike such as this. It pained her almost as much as her initial enslavement did, but she had to call it. The potential for getting wiped out was too great, and even if the strike was somehow absorbed, mounted knights with magical lances would put a serious dent in the already fluid lines that slower troops would be exhorted to exploit.

"RETREAT!"

A bard squadron blew the retreat signal with tears in their eyes, figuring it was better to rest and live to fight another day than to see their mistress fall under the evil clutches of their enemy, but more importantly in their minds, to have failed in their mission and thus miss out on a sizable paycheck. Still, the cavalry charge broke through, but just as they were getting ready to scoop up the commander of the operation, she was whisked away by way of a teleport spell.

By the gods, however, Nikki would have her revenge, but as she had just experienced, getting it against experts in the field was no easy task.