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Mars and her colonies

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Fri Oct 06, 2006 12:26 am

Mars was for the most part a desolate place. Not much to do there, if the city didn't have a theater, you had to travel thousands of miles to find one. Not much to do at all.

There was however, a bar in this particular city. In the back of that bar sat a man named James M. Maddingly. He smiled to himself under a flock of black spiked hair as he swirled his glass of whiskey. With a smile he knocked back the glass of whiskey.

He leaned back in his chair grinning like a fool. For the time he wore a faded brown suit with a soft blue dress shirt and a red tie. The collar was open and his tie was low.

He just finished a "job". James was a thief, well primarily a grifter, or a matchstick man, or a con artist. Whatever way you put it, it all mean the same. Swindling people out of money.

James was good at his job, and was a big fan of it. It allowed him to lead a comfort filled life and he had traveled all around the Jupiter Colonies, as well as the Earth Colonies and here. Mars. His home. In fact this was his home town.

He was here, not on business but to see if his shitty town had grown. It hadn't. So he did the only thing he knew how to do but steal. Squander his earnings through alcoholism.

After his drink James rose to his feet and wandered back to his room. He smiled as he fell back onto his bed.
About two minutes when by before there was a knock on the door.

"Hello?"
James' voice echoed through the dark room.
"James Maddingly?"
A strong masculine voice called back. James raised an eyebrow before answering.
"Yes."
With that the door exploded in a sea of splinters. James immediately jumped to his feet as six armed police enforcers surrounded him and pushed him onto the bed.
"James, you are under arrest for six counts of breaking and entering. At least fifty known charges of large con, resulting in a personal loss of five hundred to five thousand credits. You will be brought upon the High Court of the Earth Sphere where you will be Tried and judged and sentenced if applicable. You have the right to a Defense. Force has been authorized, but if you come willingly it might reduce a sentence."
The click of the hand cuffs extending echoed through a now silent room. James kept his mouth shut with a very angry look as he was escorted to a rover.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Melphina_Noin on Fri Oct 06, 2006 12:59 am

"I'll be damned if that shift wasn't over fast enough. I feel like I've been on that damn station for years."

Michael stepped out of his car as he spoke; he had just finished another round of tours scanning the surface of Mars for more places for scientists to examine. It was boring tedious work, but he didn't care. If he was out doing that sort of work, that meant that there was no need for his fighter piloting skills, which was something he didn't mind.

Mike, as he preferred to be called by friends or anyone when it came down to it, he'd been craving a nice cold beer for the last few days. Due to some accidents that resulted from alcohol consumption on Scorpio, all forms of drinkable alcohol were banned on all of the defensive stations, something that Mike wasn't too happy about. It was Mike's first time in this city, Central he believed it was called, the smallest of the four current cities on Mars, but he had managed to find a bar just the same. There was a man being taken out in handcuffs by the Mars Police Department just before Mike got to the door.

"Well this seems like a lively place." Mike cracked his knuckles. He wasn't the best fighter, but he could hold his own for a long time and he had some pent up anger that needed to be released. Mike was severally disappointed when he entered and saw there was all of five people there. The Bartender, who was lazily flipping though channels on the TV, some middle-aged guy that was passed out at the bar, asleep in what seems to be a mixture of beer and salvia, and finally three old guys sitting at a back table playing cards and talking about all the things that they had done in the past, which from hearing what they were, Mike seriously doubted they had done any of those things. Mike let out a sigh of disappointment, which seemed to rouse the bartender from his sleep like trance.

"What can I get for yaw sonny?"

"Just a beer and a shot of something hard if you would." Mike responded as he took a seat at the almost empty bar. Why couldn't they have sent him to scan an area by the capitol, Sovereign City, instead of this shit hole of a town?

"I guess that's what I get for being the ranking officer; I have to take some shit jobs while some of the rookies get the better jobs."

"But shit rolls down hill; you need to keep that in mind." The bartender had returned with a bottle of beer that was dripping with water on the outside like it had just been taken out of a cooler, two empty shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

"I always like to have a drink with a customer the first time they come in here. So how about it sonny? You wanna tell me what brings you to the great city of Central?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Moonwolf on Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:55 am

The lone figure staggered through the streets, he was dressed in a black leather jacket and a sweatshirt, and navy blue jeans. His head was throbbing, he was in England...Clairvoux...he looked around.
This wasn't Earth, this was...Mars. He looked about wildly, he needed to get back, what kind of kidnappers...where was there someone who could help him...He spotted man being led away.
Hesitating, he sighed.
"I won't kill them." He promised himself, drawing his Sub Machine Gun attached to his belt, he opened fire.
Police members fell, a few returned the gunfire though. Rolling to his side, he took aim at one of the officer's legs and shot, the man gave a yelp and fell to his side.
Then he released a barrage toward two of the officers, felling them as he shot at their thighs.
He hit the trigger. Empty. Damn.
The military specialist whipped the gun back to his belt and drew a dagger, leaping forward, he cut into the police officer's arm and took the pistol, turning around, he fired a shot toward the last one's stomach, causing him to fall to his feet.

Dennis trudged toward the cuffed man and sliced through the cuffs. He kept the dagger, then dropped the pistol.
"Well, either way you look at it. You owe me a favour, now tell me, how do I get back to Earth?"
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Michael was just bringing the beer up to his lips when the shots started.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!

He slammed the beer down onto the bar and pulled his gun out of the holster hidden under his jacket. As a member of the Earth-Mars Defensive Alliance (EMDA) he had authority on Earth, Mars and the colonies as a police officer. It would be his luck that something like this would happen. Mike quickly rushed to the door and peeked out. There was a man cutting the arrested man loose. Mike let out a sigh.

"EMDA Special Forces! Drop your weapons and put your hands in the air! This is your only warning, if you don't comply I will shoot!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Moonwolf on Fri Oct 06, 2006 8:03 pm

The man whipped around. This was HIS luck. He was unarmed, however... He reached into his back pocket. It was still there... but it would tarnish the name of Russia. There was no choice.
"ESUN, Protectorate Unit! Russian Military Specialists Captain, 5th Squad." He announced, drawing the badge from the back pocket.
"They're not dead, they're injured."
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Mike contemplated this in his head for a few seconds.

"I'm still going to have to ask you to put down your weapons and put your hand in the air. ESUN does not half full authority to shoot MPD for 1thier own reasons. So if you don't mind, well just take this little scuffle of yours down to the station and let you work things out there."

Mike was slowly inching closer to the pair of men, keeping enough distance between them in case of sudden retaliation.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Moonwolf on Sat Oct 07, 2006 1:37 am

The young officer pondered over this. The station...that would get him back to Earth... Hopefully. Dennis drew both daggers from his belt and dropped them to the floor, then removed the empty SMG and did the same.

Next, he took off his leather jacket and shook it violently, two to four grenades dropped from it. Staring at the grenades, an idea came into his mind. There was a slim chance that the Mars Officials would not just jail him, so...

He stepped on the releaser, then kicked the grenade towards Mike. An explosion rocked the area as he grabbed his belt, slung it around his waist, and took up a pistol from the unconcious soldier.
He dashed across the place, rolling to his side and raising the pistol. Firing a bullet at the officer.

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Mike stopped moving forward as the Russian officer began emptying his pockets. Mike smiled to himself; this was going over better than he could have ever hoped. Mike watched as several grenades dropped from the Russian's jackets, whatever this guy was doing, he was serious. Suddenly, without warning the Russian activated a grenade and kicked it directly at him. The resulting explosion did little to no damage to mike, but it caused him to cover his face and stumble backwards. Before he could even recover the Russian had dropped to the ground, grabbed another pistol and fired. Luckily for Mike, the explosion had forced him to move back and the bullet only nicked the top of his left shoulder. Mike winced as the bullet scraped across the top of his shoulder, leaving a shallow wound. Mike fell to the ground and crawled behind his car, so much for easy.

"This isn't helping you at all!"

Mike aimed his gun under the car and fired two shots in the direction of the Russian agent.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Moonwolf on Sat Oct 07, 2006 3:33 am

Dennis lunged forward, ignoring the pain that brushed through his shoulder as a bullet grazed his arm.
"I don't exactly trust the Mars Authorities after what they you've done before! Back away!"

The russian specialist got up and dashed behind the wall of an alley, he reached for the pistol and glanced at the charge.

[7/16] The device read. Dennis ran out and swiftly rolled forward, grabbing a grenade, he slammed the chain and flung it at the car. He backflipped and fired at the grenade. Causing the car to explode in flames if it worked.

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Mike moved from behind his car as the Russian ducked into an alley.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not MPD. Whatever your grudge against them is, it doesn't involve me!"

Mike heard another shot then right after an explosion. Mike watched as his car was enveloped in flames for a second then exploded itself. The resulting explosion sent Mike hurling back against the wall of the bar, and the back of his head slammed against it hard, knocking him out cold.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Sat Oct 07, 2006 7:23 pm

During all the firing between the MP and the officer who had tried to rescue him was going James managed to get to his feet, which was a difficult feet wearing cuffs, but he managed. His suit was tarnished though, something that annoyed him greatly.

Then his mind snapped back to reality. No time to think about dirt as bullets swam through the artificial air. He dropped back to his knees and pulled the keys off a guards belt and hopped back up breaking into a full speed run. Echoes of the fallen officers trailed him.

James shot down the main road and ducked behind and a building into an alley way where he maneuvered the keys into his hand so he could unlock the cuffs.

The metal shackles landed almost soundlessly in the red dirt of the planet. He dropped the keys beside them and rubbed his wrists. He couldn't help but grin.

"Now I just need to get back to my hotel room and snag my brief case. Possibly a new suit."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Moonwolf on Sat Oct 07, 2006 8:30 pm

The russian agent stood up. Looking at the unconcious officer.
"Lucky, I didn't kill any of them." He muttered. Walking towards the Rover that was supposed to arrest James, he forced the door open and sat at the driver's seat.
Turning on the engines, the rover roared as Dennis drove the vehicle after James, once close enough, he shouted.
"Get in!"

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Mike awoke somewhere around twenty minuets. There was a medical squad taking care of the injured officers. Once his head was clear enough to understand what was going on, he realized that he was sitting in the back of an Ambulance.

"Oh you're awake? That was one hell of a bump you took to the head sir. The wound on your shoulder is nothing to worry about, should be fine in a few days. Captain says you're free to go whenever."

Mike groaned and nodded a quick thanks to the Medic. He waited there until all the injured officers were taken away, just to be on the safe side. Once that was done Mike turned to his car, which was now a blackened heap of charred metal. Mike let out another groan and pulled out his phone, which luckily hadn't been damaged. A lady picked up after a few rings.

"Yeah, this is Mike Takashiru and, well I got into a little scuffle with a prisoner and an apparent partner that didn't want him captured by the MPD. Both got away and the result ended up being four lightly wounded MPD officers and one hell of a headache for me. Plus my car got blown up in the process."

"Very well. We'll send someone to pick you up sir. It'll be about an hour though; do you have something to do?"

"Oh yeah. Yes I do. Thanks a lot." Mike hung up the phone and went back into the bar, which surprisingly had only taken only one bullet in the crossfire. Maki sat back down at the bar and looked at the bartender.

"So buddy, how about a few rounds on me?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Moonwolf on Sun Oct 08, 2006 7:03 pm

The man halted the rover after some time. That man, James, was simply running off, not bothering to halt. He shrugged, and sped the Rover towards the stations. He halted at a Dimensional Transit, and got off the Rover.
Walking towards a shuttle, he spoke to a nearby pilot. "Is this transport good to go?" The pilot nodded cheerfully. "Where to?"
"Earth, sire, wonderful place really.", Dennis muttered something that sounded like, 'Oh really'. Then he quickly bargained a deal.

"Look, see that Rover there? It's yours, for one ride to Earth." The pilot looked surprised at such a pleasant deal, "Done." He replied happily, taking the keys from the rover and walking into the shuttle.

The shuttle started off, a mechanical voice sounded.
"Activating FTL Engines...Atmosphere Gel Shields Are Up..."
The FTL (Faster Than Light) was a speedy source of movement. The only problem was that if the target was heavy, the target exploded using FTL. The shuttle blasted off towards Earth.

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Mike was more than just a bit tipsy when his ride showed up about an hour and a half later. He was far from drunk, but it took him a few seconds to remember how to walk. The person driving was just a private, so Mike didn't have to worry about being chewed out. Once they got to the EMDA base on Mars, which was about forty minuets away, Mike and sobered up and was ready to face the wrath of the superior officers. He was ready, but he wasn't looking forward to it. Mike headed directly to the office of the base commander. Once in there, Mike took a seat across the desk.

"So, I see that you are all right Mike."

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, yes sir."

"Well, that's what matters."

"You mean I'm not being chewed out?"

"Not this time. You were off duty, so we really can't hold this one against you. Not that we would anyways. Go on, get out of here, I believe that you still have two days off." The commander waved him out as a phone call came in.

Mike didn't wait around to see if the commander would change his mind. Mike quickly ducked into where his temporary quarters were. There was a message from his sister on the Gemini. With a smile, Mike opened it.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gabriel Faile on Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:43 pm

James made it to his hotel without being seen. He just had to grin. He was sly.

He silently crept up the stairs, using the shadows to his advantage before skulking down the hall to his room. The key card buzzed as he waved it by the scanner. The lock clicked. His grin grew as he slipped easily into the room. Time to change and grab his briefcase full of credits.

He slipped into tawn pants and a black turtle neck and a trench coat that matched his pants before combing his hair again. He was ready to get the hell off this planet and take his grifting to Earth.

James started his approach to the door when there was a crack and the door flew open. Six heavily armed MPD officers rushed in. James' smile died as he dropped the briefcase and slowly lowered to his knees with his hands upon his head.

It was finally time to go to prison. He heaved a heavy sigh as the cuffs extended around his wrists. Something that had happened to him one to many times today.

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There was a car waiting for him when the shuttle landed. Seto bounded down the stairs as quickly as he could without tripping and falling face first. Seto yanked open the car door and almost dove in, he didn't even have to tell the driver where to go, as requested, the driver had been told where to go, how to get there and paid more than enough for the small task. Normally it would have been about a half hours drive, but the driver made it there in fewer than ten. Seto was out of the car before it even stopped and began running towards the front door. Seto slid to the front desk where there was a receptionist.

"I'm here to see Dr. Barton, my name is Seto Kusanagi. It's sort of an emergency."

The receptionist stared at him for a second then typed a few keys on the computer.

"Of course. Dr. Barton is in his lab. Do you know where it is, or will you need directions?"

Seto was off before she had even finished, yelling over his shoulder that he knew where it was. It took about five minuets to get there, even running at almost his full speed. Seto slid to a stop outside the sliding doors and knocked. The doors slid open without a sound and Seto entered, with the doors closing within a second of him passing through. Seto found Dr. Barton hunched over what looked like a massive beam cannon, tools scattered all over the floor, parts laying here and there and the normally white lab coat stained with oil and grease.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you ever again. And certainly not after all these years. So what can I do for you?"

Dr. Barton stood up and turned, seeing Seto he got the answer to his question.

"So, it wasn't a permanent cure then?"

"I'm afraid not Dr. Barton. And it hurt this time, a lot. Like nothing I've ever felt before. I.....I need you to make me some more of the medicine. I don't care how you do it and you no that cost is no issue."

Dr. Barton nodded and closed his eyes. He was going over a list in his mind of all the things he had and the things that he'd need to get. Dr. Barton opened his eyes a few seconds later, Seto hadn't moved at all.

"It'll take me three to four days to get the materials. Some of the ingredients will be......difficult.....to obtain and you know it takes a week to make. You've taken the last vile I gave you I take it?"

"Yes, I had to or.......or you know what would have happened."

"Well the medicine is designed to last a month, so you should be fine until I get the next batch ready. And just to be sure, I'll make an extra batch or two, never hurts to be on the safe side. Now if you excuse me, I've got some work to finish here before I start on your project."

Dr. Barton turned back to the beam cannon and sparks began flying out of the area he was working in. Seto quietly turned and left the lab, as soon as the doors closed behind him and explosion sounded in the lab, followed shortly by Dr. Barton's voice.

"Son of a blasted machine! You'll work whether you want to or not!"

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Mike was almost toppled over as someone went running through the halls, knocking over several people. Mike considered yelling at the person, but changed his mind when he remembered the meeting he had just had with the Base Commander and Mike didn't feel like pushing his luck, not today at least. Mike was headed back to his quarters when he realized who had almost knocked him over.

"Was that......That was Seto Kusanagi!"

Mike turned around and started retracing his steps trying to find out where Seto had gone to. Mike looked around for a few minuets then decided to give up. Mike stopped in the middle of the hall and turned around colliding with Seto. Both men stumbled and fell to the floor.

"Jesus, I need to watch what I'm doing. Are you alright guy? Oh Jesus again, Seto Kusanagi!"

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Seto was looking at the floor and didn't realize the guy infront of him had stopped and collided with him head on when he turned around.

"Son of a bitch." Seto said grabbing his head, where it had hit Mike's.

"Jesus, I need to watch what I'm doing. Are you alright guy? Oh Jesus again, Seto Kusanagi!"

Seto looked up at the sound of his name. He recognized that man sitting on the floor across from him. Seto didn't know him personally but they had met on several occasions at various meetings and parties. Seto stood up and helped Mike up.

"Michael right? Michael Takashiru, from the Scorpio right? We've met a few times before. And it seems that you remember me. I'm guessing that you're on some sort of leave since you're not on the Scorpio. I'm just headed out to lunch, care to join me? My treat."

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