Connor Gateworthy's Story

"Yeah, good idea. I'll remember when I see 'im. We jus' need t' search na." Connor replied, a bit annoyed with the amount of people present and the fact that the previous blow to his head had messed with his fragile memory.

"I guess I'm just not good at convincing you. What will it take, Mr. Swart?" Kyle replied, his voice showing a small change as if it were supposed to be through laughter. But his face kept the same expressionless look. At the offer of some help with finding a hotel and other things to pass the time, Kyle agreed and began to follow. Replying back to the last statement; "I'm not interested in foreign women. Nor am I interested with anything intimate or flirtatious." What he said was true indeed, in fact there was that one special person for him, separated from the rest of the Clan. If only he knew where said person was...

Suddenly, an annoyingly familiar voice occurred from the loud noises caused by the port and the people around. The noise was easy to get used to for Kyle's insanely sensitive ears, but even hearing the slightest increase would cause pain as if a blow horn was being fired into his ear.

"KYLE~! I FOUND YOU~~!" Connor ran over towards his partner's position, calling Nigel along to join him. It didn't take long until he had arrived, throwing himself in the air in the effort to wrap his undead arms around his partner. But it failed, Kyle stepped to the side to allow Connor to fall down and face plant the floor below him. "Owww... Kyle~! I finally foun' ya, an' den ye hur' me."

"Shut you you zombie with a speech impediment." Kyle replied with spite as Connor slowly raised himself from the ground. "I go' a recrui'! He da' lion man o'er der!" He pointed to Nigel with a great smile on his face. "Oh, an' who dis?" Connor was obviously talking about the misranan, Livius, who was in Kyle's company.

Boris moves trough the crowd like a shark chasing his prey, shoving others out of his way as he closes distance with the group, as he gets close, he notices the payemyndii sigil on the shoulder of a boy, rather amazed that such a young boy is a high-rank in the clan, knowing this, Boris approaches slowly trying his best to blend in (yeah right, a hulking guy in black armor in the middle of the day).

"Kyle McLoughton, a rather high-rank in a rather... new, should i say? clan, am i correct?" Said Boris as he approaches the young boy.

Nigel followed along, grateful that they'd finally found Connor's partner. He trailed after him watching with slight amusement at Connor's enthusiastic greeting. He didn't realize they where so...casual with each other. He smiled and nodded his head towards Kyle.

"Nigel here....you must be Kyle, Connor's partner" Nigel tried to contain his excitement and eagerness towards learning more about his armor. His eyes did contain a flicker of the mechanic's hunger however as his natural instinct to take things apart and put them together again caused the fur in his palms to tingle. "It's nice to meet you."

Livius grinned and shook his head. "You're on a planet filled with xenophobes and people who have no knowledge of the outside worlds. We don't know what's out there. You have to convince me to trust you, and there's no one way to go about tha-" He paused, watching another young man try to tackle Kyle, then unceremoniously fall flat onto his face.

"Ah. I'm betting this is your... partner?" asked Livius, gesturing to the one on the ground. "Are you quite alright down there?" he asked, grinning. His eyes flickered up to Nigel right after, and he smiled to him, as well. "More friends? You all seem like off worlders."

Once again, another seemed to come towards them, who seemed equally as foreign. Livius paused, about to greet him, as well.

But someone was already getting on that.

Aretu Liiga dropped on the spot behind Boris, aiming a pistol to the back of his head. "Stop. You're under arrest for destruction of property and suspicious activities. If you make this difficult, trust me, you are the only one who will be regretting it."

Livius bit his lip and held his breath. "Um..."

Kyle let out a small blow of air as if it were laughter through an emotionless face, "Yeah. You have a point there." He accepted, ignoring the small cut off which was caused by the idiotic partner. If only the past partner didn't die... "I guess I can only convince you through showing you. Maybe a small trial period, if my leader accepts it."

And then, his new aquaintance asked about the idoitic zombie who was strangely acting a bit serious. "Oh, yeah, sadly." Kyle replied with a sigh, slightly annoyed and embarrased for this idiot to appear. "We all are, the Payemyndii clan is made up of people from all over the multiverse. Another way of showing unity, I guess..."

Finally, Kyle turned to the lion man, Nigel. "As you can tell, I am." He replied, not showing any emotion -as usual- with his hands still stuffed in the pockets of his black trousers.

Suddenly, Connor began kicking off. His right eye had activated to show the usual X shape of the pupil as some massive brutish being appeared, speaking towards Kyle. "AH! DIS GUY! 'E A'ACKE' ME, KYLE KILL 'IM! 'E BAD NEWS!"
Giving off a sigh, Kyle replied. "I don't care, I'm not in the mood to fight any mindless brute. Besides, someone seems to be dealing with it already." he gave off a dissmissive signal from the movement of his head, being laid back and carefree as usual.

"My apologies, Livius. All members of the royal corps seem to have a screw loose..." Kyle apologised to Livius with yet another sigh.

Nigel let his hand fall to his side and exhaled, slightly put off. It would take some getting used to, dealing with these people. They where all so very strange. For now he decided he would observe and learn over time how to settle in better with them. He scratched his mane absently. His attention was taken however by the man who had attacked them earlier. Who knows what that one's deal was. He was curious of this Livius character and where he fit in with all this.

Aretu wasn't amused any at all.

Perking a brow, she gave Boris the flattest look that she could possibly manage, then touched her fingers to her cheek, activating the dermaphone. She yammered briefly in Misranae. She linked eyes with Livius for a split second, then returned her gaze to Boris.

"I'll be sure they're also taken care of. Now, if you would please. We're taking you down to the station."

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Livius looked between the men in his company, swallowing slowly. He wasn't an officer, though he did occasionally work with some of them occasionally.

"I think we're going to have to stick here for a minute..." he said to them, looking at the skies above them.

Aretu wasn't amused any at all.

Perking a brow, she gave Boris the flattest look that she could possibly manage, then touched her fingers to her cheek, activating the dermaphone. She yammered briefly in Misranae. She linked eyes with Livius for a split second, then returned her gaze to Boris.

"I'll be sure they're also taken care of. Now, if you would please. We're taking you down to the station."

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Livius looked between the men in his company, swallowing slowly. He wasn't an officer, though he did occasionally work with some of them occasionally.

"I think we're going to have to stick here for a minute..." he said to them, looking at the skies above them.

Patraeko had already landed at the port a while ago, hiding in the background watching the current event unfold. Well, he better make an appearance and stop all this random crap.
And so, out of nowhere, Patraeko appeared behind Aretu, giving off a crazy smile, showing off the metallic teeth. As he walked forward, towards the Payemyndii group, he spoke; "Well well, I get here on some important business and no greet my newbies, and now, some big armour guy is trying to get my people in shit..." His voice was full of cocky happiness,
Next, he spun around towards the larger group, Connor stood smiling in amasement of seeing his leader, Kyle simply sighed.
"Hello. Newbies of my clan! I am Captain 56, King of the Payemyndii clan! It's nice to meet you!" He spoke out, smiling at Nigel while grapping his paws with both the cybernetic arm and the biological to shake hands. His cybernetic eye glowing blue stared into Nigels. He then turning to Livius, "Hm? Is this another newbie who I haven't been informed of? Hey there!" He smiled again before turning around towards Boris and Aretu.
"Now, I have more important business to attend to..."

Taking a couple overexaggerated steps towards the two, Patraeko begun to speak; "Now, big man. As you know, I'm king of the Payemyndii clan, and I have a request: Please don't drag my royal corps down with your... 'Accident'." He raised his fingers to form quotation marks at the last word.
Moving his glance to Aretu, making the assumption of her being a law enforcement officer. "Afterall, we don't want this to turn into an international dispute. Don't we?" He gave off yet another cocky smile.

Nigel straightened up at the sight pf Patraeko, accepting the handshake eagerly. He was speechless for several moments but then nodded vigorously. "The pleasure is all mine!"

An unofficial blueprint of Patraeko's cybernetics sprawled forth before his minds eye when they shook hands from the joints to the subtle barely noticed whirring and clicking of machinery, it was in effect like music to his keen and sensitive ears. It vanished as quick as it appeared once the handshake was done leaving Nigel quietly wishing for a chance for a more hands on study.

His attention was taken by Boris and what appeared to be the law enforcement on the Zanzarian Port. He heard his likeness mentioned. 'The lion man.' and quietly hoped his day wasn't to be ruined by a lawsuit and investigation. It would be quite problematic.

Aretu made a face, her gun still pointed a Boris. With a flick of her hand, white lines lit up along the sides of the caster gloves. M-fluid fueled the device, and with another quick gesture, allowed seven white bars to appear around Boris.

"Don't touch those," Aretu warned him, walking toward the edge of the platform they were on. Just like when she'd skated down from the tops of the buildings, a glowing surface developed in thin air at the edge of the platform.

"Come on. We don't need to walk all the way."

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As Aretu and Boris departed, Livius brought his eyes up to Patraeko, who greeted him cheerily. He smiled tightly. "No, nothing of the sort. Though, Mister Kyle, here, was trying his best. I'm Livius Swart. I... wish I could do more for you, but, um... I'm... I think you guys should go. Before the police get here."

Watching the other two disappear off, Patraeko turned to the group, giving a little shrug of 'I was gonna help him, oh well'. "Well, guys! We have a number of things to do! So I'll be giving the briefing in a secure place."

Patraeko turned to Livius, smiling as per usual. "Well, Mr. Swart. You can be a lot more help! You know the place, right? You can take us to a secure place, and maybe join us. You seem to have ties with the police force here, so you would be a great addition to the Clan." He gave another smile to the group, quite happy with his royal force. The overeager lion seemed to be a bit crazy over his implants though.
"What is it, Nigel? D'you like my cybernetics? Made 'em myself!" He gave a great smile, forcing his biological eye closed. Although, it looked a bit strange for the slab on metal stuck to the other eye with the eye-like structure in the middle glowing blue.

"Anyway... Shall we?"

Nigel chuckled and nodded. "They're quite impressive, the best I've seen so far and I've worked with mechanics of all sort for quite some time." He stuffed his paws into the pockets of his jacket and waited to see where they would lead him next. "I'm ready whenever you lot are."

Nigel's tail swayed back and forth over the ground as he imagined himself aboard the legendary ship he'd heard about working with top grade machinery, free to work on his own designs as well as maintaining and improving the machinery they already had It would be a nice improvement to Nigel's constant traveling for research and education. The challenges of constant movement where overwhelming at tmes. Especially when his dream is to have a workshop of his own.

Before they were able to depart, the group would find themselves encountered, very quickly, by three Zanzarian officers, one introducing themself and telling them that they would also have to come to the station for brief questioning. "It'll be harmless and quick," they said. "We're just going through the motions."

"Hmmm?" Patraeko questioned, feeling a bit annoyed with his schedule being delayed. He looked back towards the group before looking back to the officers. "I'm a very busy person, but I guess we'll have to." He replied, smiling a great smile before gesturing to the three officers to lead the way. "Shall we get going?" He spoke, his words directed to both the officers and the group.

"Agh. We 'ave t' do some queshons? Da' soun's borin'." Connor groaned a little, itching to receive his next orders, expecting to be with his partner who he was assigned with before.
Kyle simply nodded, ready to follow on.

Nigel's nose twitched but he nodded as well to show his compliance. He looked to the officers as he did a small metalic spider crawled from his collar to slip into his leather pack, its minute bronze legs flashing briefly in the light. It had finished repairing the damage to his shoulder from the fight with Boris earlier, stitched and medicated it hardly bothered him now and the thick fur covered the repaired wound keeping it sheltered from the open air and the irritating rub of fabric from his clothing. He would wait until later to see if it needed bandages as well but he didn't think it did.

The interrogations had gone by quickly. They had nothing to hold against the Paymadelli clan members and all associated, though there was currently a few officers in the Lower Levels trying to find any trace of such a crime.

Kind of difficult, when everything that happened down there was a crime.

Once they were released, Livius greeted them outside of the police station within the Mezzo Stretch, leaned up against a wall. "All done?" he asked them. "You all are free to go?"

The four left [you forgot to tag Patraeko] the police station to be greeted by the fellow native they had met back on the main ports.
"Yeah, it was quick and wasn't much to do with us." Patraeko replied with a smile, quickly clapping his hands together as if to grab the group's attention; "Right! Now that all this is done, I can split you lot off into your groups for your next missions!" He turned to Livius, "As a person who knows this place, is there anywhere we can go where there are no unwanted ears? I don't want some assholes getting in the way." He smiled again.

Nigel was thankful for the swift way in which everything was taken care of. He didn't much want to stick around there for long, eager to get on with whatever it is they where to do next. Perhaps he'd be given an assignment or something. Nigel combed his claws through the neck of his mane thoughtfully. "There seems to be a closed off shop about a block down, don't think anyone will interrupt us in there." Nigel murmured, nodding his head towards an old pub that had gone out of business not long ago."