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The Last Humans

The Last Humans

After Earth's destruction, the only humans left explore alien worlds, trying to scrape together enough food for their next feed and not kill each other along the way.

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When Earth collided with a meteor, all life on it's surface ceased to exist. That was five years ago.

This RP is about four students who were touring a space station at the time and managed to escape the blast in an evacuation pod. They were dropped on Glaxon, a planet originally zoned for junk disposal and had since made it's name as a scavenger planet. For the last five years they have made Glaxon their home, spending their time travelling to strange and bizarre planets, meeting even stranger and bizzare-er aliens, and just trying to scrape together enough money for their next feed.

They have long since given up finding any other humans way out here.

They have adapted to their new surroundings, getting alien tech implants to give them new abilities and a chance at survival. Though at budget prices, these implants aren't always the most reliable.

Of course these humans have been forced together by circumstance rather than by choice. And over five long, hard years, the four of them have had their fair share of fights, arguments and disagreements. But they have made it through by abiding one single rule: Majority Rules.

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HUMAN ONE

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HUMAN TWO

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R I L E YxxxJ A X O N

FC: Andy Biersack


LVL. 4 Knowledge Implants: Navigation
LVL. 2 Senses Implants: Night Vision
LVL. 3 Physiology Implants: Breathe Underwater

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So firstly; you may have noticed that there are four roles (three open ones). Whilst I love big RP's, I feel like often times, people tend to group off, or they are really easy for characters to get lost and just personally, they also die a lot of quicker. So I want this RP to consist of a smaller, committed group. Which means also that the roles are not first come first serve, so send me a PM with you face claim, implant ideas and a sentence or two just general character overview, nothing fancy needed, just want to make sure we don't end up with four identical characters.

Secondly, another reason or this RP being a small group is because I want everyone to know each other, and thus trust each other. I want everyone involved to have equal control in creating this world. I don't want to create an RP where everyone plays by my rules, I want us all to work together coming up with cool, weird aliens and planets together as we go along. Sort of an anything goes kind of deal.

Thirdly, the alien implants. So, this was partly because I thought it would be fun to have cool abilities and skills, and there were also some abilities the group needs for practicality. It also is a way to bring characters in and include them, by creating a plot that requires their abilities. So the Knowledge ones, are about mental abilities, like photographic memory, or knowledge of all alien languages. The Sensory ones affect all the senses, they can be enhanced or altered in anyway. And the Phsiology are any physical upgrades, like super strength, or an extra arm. Any way go crazy on these, I don't really have a limit so long as they are kind of balanced with other characters.

And Fourthly, a minor point, character ages should be of an age where they could have believably been in high school five years ago.

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Character Portrait: Riley Jaxon "If only I had an enemy bigger than my apathy I could've won"
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"All that we can do now is survive. If not for ourselves, then for the ones we left behind."
Character Portrait: Grace Cooper "Sometimes you have to make yourself be happy."
Character Portrait: Summer Montgomery "I hope we're not the only ones left."
Character Portrait: Buckley Groves "I don't remember your face, or your hair, or your smile."
Character Portrait: Rosemary A. Wolf "I am just having a little bit of fun."

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ImageJax sighed and stretched out in the booth. He dropped his boots on the table and rolled his head back to stare at the ceiling wondering how long his team was going to be celebrating for. Celebrating five more years of living, mourning five years since their home world was destroyed, celebrating another few dollars in their pocket after today’s job. It was all the same to Jax.

The bar the group was occupying, Lealt’s, was not a high class establishment, but when you lived in the wrong half of the galaxy like they did, it was the local. Technically classified as a ship, the bar floated mid-space a fifteen minute flight from Glaxon. They’d been here plenty of times, always coming back when they’d forgotten about the previous trouble they’d gotten into.

The bar had three levels, and enough variety to satisfy most desires.

Lealt’s, despite its unsavoury glamour, was always packed. It seemed the galaxy lacked an understanding of ‘week nights’. The bar’s main appeal was Jixeon, a liquid that glowed blue and felt like swallowing static electricity, banned from any regulated establishment because its affects tended to be on the unpredictable side. Of course, that hadn’t stopped Jax and the group doing a few rounds of Jixeon earlier before they had all disappeared and left Jax to man the booth.

The room spun a little for Jax, but the Jixeon mostly just made him extra sleepy.

“You.” A beefy hand started banging on the table, and as Jax blinked slowly a few times he realised the Jixeon might have been affecting him more than he thought at the entire bar seemed to shake.

Jax dropped his feet to the ground to keep his balance and looked up at the trio of aliens in the front of him. The main one had purple bumpy skin and every time he breathed out a puff of yellow steam enveloped his head. Jax supposed he might have looked familiar but they’d been so many aliens over the years. “Where girl?”

Wolf had been teaching them all Standard Galactic, the most commonly used language in the galaxy, and Jax had been a reluctant learner, but even he was better than this beefy alien in front of him. So he figured this guy was looking for Wolf to interact with, or for Grace, aliens always seemed to ask for Grace.

So Jax shrugged with a sigh. He didn’t know where either of them were, they might have said something but he hadn’t heard, or if he had heard, he hadn’t remembered.

“Where girl now!” The alien repeated with a raised voice and more insistent drumming on the table.

Jax rolled his eyes, “I don’t know, somewhere in here I guess.”

The alien roared in his own language that sounded something like how Jax imagined sea lions to communicate, hit the table one last time for good measure, then stormed off into the crowded bar. Presumably to find ‘girl’.

Jax sighed and settled back into a comfy position in the booth, dreading the thought that anything annoying was going to come from this. He could really use a peaceful nap for once.


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Nothing was that easy.

There was a crashing noise, the shatter of glass, and a familiar snorting-grumble. All piggish, nasal. Familiar. Across the way stood a tall, gangly human male. Heels dug in. Mouth set into a hard line, an eyebrow flagged up in annoyance. He stood directly in front of the purple-skinned alien, its ugly head craned in his direction, lips pulled into the closest reminiscence of a scowl. A puff of yellow smoke billowed from the corner of its mouth. The other two flanked his sides and seemed to look to their leader for guidance, fingers twitching.

“Where girl, huh?” Buck’s voice echoed sourly as he drew up a finger and prodded the alien hard in the chest. The way his shoulders were set, it was clear that he’d been listening in on the conversation. Glowing blue liquid pooled at their feet and slid down the alien’s knobbed toes. Fuck off, understand that?” As knowledgeable as Wolf was about the alien language—about any language, for that matter, Buck had never been that interested in learning any of it. He believed some things were just universal.

A middle finger flagged in the air? How could anyone not know that?

Sometimes, he paid enough attention to Wolf’s lessons to pick up a couple new words. He understood some of the more guttural languages, but only enough to get by so he could make transactions, ask where the bathroom was, or shake someone down. The aliens he bumped elbows with were mostly this type: big, dumb, stupid. He couldn’t carry a conversation. Mostly because he didn’t want to. Not with flea-bags like this one, booming out their chests, looking for trouble where they shouldn’t. Where girl.

It made his skin crawl. Made him want to punch the thing in the face for even insinuating what it wanted to do. He wasn’t sure where Isaac was, or the girls, for that matter. Either way… Buck squared his shoulders, and remained anchored in place when the alien took one of its meaty hands and gripped at him, digging sharp, mishappen nails into his collarbone, pricking through his shirt. Hard to tell if the thing was smiling but it definitely looked like it. A chattering noise sounded and the other two joined it. Laughter? Who fucking knew.

“Where girl?” the alien repeated.

There was a twitch along his jawline, only splitting a fraction next to his ear. A sliver. The vague, white line puckered where pink peeped through. Barely discernible, unless you knew where to look. A strange scar, on a strange human. His eyebrows drew together as Buck leaned closer to the alien, eyes feverishly bright. He’d been drinking like the rest of ‘em. Maybe, a little too much. His hand was lowering to his waist, slightly behind his back. They were all armed. Couldn't afford not to be.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?”

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The night started out just fine. Summer and her crew had celebrated their '5 year anniversary' of being together. At the same time, Summer didn't want to remember that humans were an endangered species. It was pretty ironic, going from being the most power species on Earth to realizing you were just a drop of water compared to the numerous lifeforms in the whole universe. Summer personally hated this 'anniversary' because it was another painful reminder of what she lost. She tried pushing her increasing depressing thoughts and feelings by laughing and smiling with those she now saw as her 'new family'. It wasn't long before drinks were ordered. In the past Summer flat out refused to drink anything alcoholic. When she got her smelling implant, she was able to pick out anything that was distilled or alcoholic. While this wasn't the main reason why she got that implant, it was a definite perk, especially with Wolf around. Earth might be destroyed and the USA nothing more then a memory, but she still obeyed the "No drinking under 21" law that the US had. Plus she was scared of what it could do to her. While her original family was never religious, the times they did go to church, she never drank the wine there.

Recently Summer did turn 21, but was still reluctant to try the blue liquid. However with the combination of her curious nature and Wolf's persuasion of, "Just take a sip. It's not going to kill you", Summer finally gave into temptation and took a sip, which ended up as a gulp. It was all over from there. She felt great and went off with Grace somewhere with her drink. She was already plastered halfway drinking the stuff and somehow got separated from Grace. Seeing she was done, she recalled where their booth were. Even when drunk, it seemed Summer still had a good memory. She showed up just as the aliens Jax and Buck interacted with left.

"Hi boys! This has been the best evening of my life! Who just left? Bucky, have you been a good boy?" Summer asked with a lopsided grin.

It would have been obvious she was a goner, plus she never addressed Buck that way too. She also kept hiccuping and giggling.

"Hmmm, I could use another drink, but I think I'll rest a bit."

However, before she could do anything else, she tripped and ended up falling directly on top of Jax.

"Ooops! I fell! Hehehe sorry Jaxy. Mmmm you feel sooooo goooood. I think I'll just stay here," giggled Summer before snuggling against Jax and passing out.

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xxxxGrace Cooper

With a few quick strides, Grace exited the gambling area, moving quickly down the flight of stairs disappearing into the shadows of the bar below. It wouldn't take long for the Paloovians upstairs to realize they'd been duped. You see, Grace overhead them when she was sneaking around the floor. They spoke of a trick they planned to play on a group of aliens playing an alienized version of poker, similar to Texas Hold'em. Grace had planning on joining the game anyway, hoping to earn some spare money for her crew. It'd keep the thoughts of rations off their minds for a day or two. Before she was planning a fair game, but if she was going to cheat, might as well cheat the right people. It didn't take long to take their money. They may not be the same species, but pride was present in everyone. They were quick to bet all of their money, not wanting to show weakness around the young, human girl. They simply played right into her hand. The game finished as soon as it began with Grace collecting her winnings quickly.

It didn't take long for them to come after her. Grace stayed in the shadows, blending in despite her human nature and fiery red locks. She watched as they approach Jax first, whom appear apathetic to the whole situation as he did with most things. It worked out in handy when creatures left him. Unfortunately for the creatures, they ran into Buck next and that will lead to a disaster for Grace when he realized she was causing trouble again. It was her fault, but she was helping the group and it felt good. Call it an adrenaline rush or a foolish lack of self preservation, but it made her feel whole for a moment.

The group's celebration of their five years together was bittersweet for everyone. Some remembered the people they lost and others just felt sadness for being the last remaining humans. Grace was both yet neither. She left behind two people on Earth whom she knew she would lose at some point. She was mentally prepared for it, but not in a ball of fire. The lost affected her too, but not in an obvious way like some of the others. The growing recklessness of one of her teammates wasn't unnoticed by her and the growing guilt in another. The team has been going five years strong, hopefully they can last another.

Grace moved closer towards the both the group had been occupying. The Paloovians were distracted and if she needed to, Grace could duck under the table. The wrath of Buck is still hard to deal with, but it's deserved. A drunk Summer was leaning, more like laying, on Jax which brought a smile to her face. Space alcohol and the persuasion of Wolf must have lead to this. She took a seat next to the two, careful to not sit on a passed out Summer. With a simple nod in acknowledgement to her group, she observed the area, keeping a close eye on the Paloovians.

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Wolf’s eyes fluttered open in confusion. Had she been asleep? She blinked a few times to clear her blurry vision. Wolf remembered a few things from the night’s events. She knew she was at Lealt’s. She knew she had convinced Summer to take a sip of Jixeon. She wasn’t sure when, but at one point she left the booth to get drinks. Though, a male and female alien had distracted her. She never saw their kind before. They reminded her of kittycats from Earth. Her eyes felt heavy, but she forced them to stay open. Something was off. She was being held in someone’s furry and warm arms. They were holding her bridal style as they leaned against the bar. Wolf licked her lips and winced. They tasted a bit bitter and herby. She touched her lips and pulled her fingers away. A giggle escaped her lips. Her finger tips were now covered in a glittery green substance. The sight oddly amused her.

When Wolf finally looked up, she realized she was being held by the female kittycat. She parted her lips to speak, but she didn’t know their language. Had she heard them speak before? It was hard to remember. Despite her hazy mind, she had a feeling she should try to escape. Wolf could see Jax and maybe even Summer at the booth. Wolf was distracted when she was adjusted in the alien’s arms. Surprisingly, the movement cause her left hand to hurt since it was against the alien’s body.

She looked at the palm of her left hand. It had five bright red scratches across it. Though, a clear liquid seemed to prevent the cuts from bleeding. Wolf closed her eyes as she tried to remember what happened. She remembered petting the female alien. Next the male slapped her hand away, his claws had given her the cuts. She opened her eyes as she felt ready to doze off. Wolf knew she had to get on her feet fast. She had to reach the ship, a hiding place, and or the others.

“Put me down?” she whispered, hoping the alien understood Standard Galactic. Wolf felt as if she had been sedated. The alien hissed and Wolf’s brain struggled to process the language. The alien said no. Wolf let out a soft sigh. She wondered what the alien wanted with her. Wolf was about to speak again, but the alien started to walk and she heard a familiar voice. Her eyes wandered over to the source of the voice. It was Buck. A smile graced her lips. He was irritated it seemed and talking to aliens. Wolf grew hopeful as they drew closer to him. If she could grab onto him, she could get some help with escaping the kittycat.

Though, Wolf realized seconds later she wouldn’t need his help. The male alien came out of nowhere and yanked Wolf out of the female’s arms. Wolf hit the ground, but she didn’t feel any pain. She knew she’d likely feel tender in the morning. Slowly she stretched out on the floor and turned onto her back. She listened as the two aliens argued. The argument was about her. The female wanted to take her home, but the male was against it. At the thought of being stolen away, she turned and slowly got to her hands and knees. She clumsily crawled over towards the sound of Buck’s voice. Wolf appeared behind Buck just as he reached for his weapon. Wolf got into a kneeling position. Her vision blurred. She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand on her own.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” she heard Buck say.

“Buck, help me up. Leave the aliens alone,” she said, her voice thankfully coming out clear. She was starting to feel a bit sober, but her body was too relaxed. Wolf still felt tired too. Tension filled her when she heard a series of hissing. She glanced back at the aliens that reminded her of kittycats. The female’s eyes were on her as the male tried to drag her off. Wolf felt panic rise inside of her quickly. She held a hand out so Buck could pull her up once he turned around. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath to push away the panic. Wolf knew she couldn’t freak out now.

“Buck. I need to hide before I get adopted by a kittycat,” she said, her voice now raised in volume. Wolf was starting to freak out and it annoyed her. If she was sober, she’d be fine with her current problem.

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Jax was first alerted to Buck’s presence on his left by the shatter off glass, as a few drops of the blue liquid landed on his jacket. Jax looked down at the glowing blue liquid soaking into his jacket before his eyes wandered over to where Buck had intercepted the Paloovians. A move so common for Buck that it didn’t even warrant a full head turn from Jax, who just swiped as his jacket and nestled further into the booth.

Their team had plenty of responsible members who would deal with that. Or, well, they had Isaac.

Of course just as Jax justified ignoring one disaster, another blonde one appeared. Summer’s giggling and red rimmed eyes made it fairly obvious someone had talked to into drinking, which didn’t bother Jax, he’d just wished she’d done it earlier. Like, illegally, back in high school, like most of them had.

"Hmmm, I could use another drink, but I think I'll rest a bit."

Jax raised an eyebrow as the Blonde took a tumble straight on top of him. He’d been reclining in the booth, with his legs kicked up on the table, and she’d fallen onto the seat next to him with her whole torso on top of his lap.

"Ooops! I fell! Hehehe sorry Jaxy. Mmmm you feel sooooo goooood. I think I'll just stay here." His reflexes kicked in and his arms raised up out of her way, as she proceeded to turn around and actually snuggle in.

Both Jax’s eyebrows had practically crawled into his hairline, and he sat still as a statue. He’d never really been much of a snuggler, even his mother had complained that her only baby had never wanted to have ‘cuddles’. So this was a particularly new experience for him. Eventually, she stopped moving and when Jax looked down her eyes were shut.

“Jaxy?” He whispered to himself, utterly bemused. He even looked around for Wolf, convinced she was playing some sort of trick on him.

“Summer.” He said prodding her with a finger. “Summer. Summer.” She didn’t respond and so Jax shrugged and eased back into the booth. Smothering a yawn, he grabbed his drink off the table and ignored the snoozing blonde still attached to his chest.
Then Grace appeared and took a seat next to him. He gave her a little, lazy half smile and mock salute.

Their quiet didn’t last long though as Buck’s dispute became hard to ignore. “Didn’t you hear me the first time?” Buck said, and Jax got a good look at him reaching for his weapon. He sighed and shot Grace an annoyed look, where was Isaac when you needed a straight laced kind of guy?

Looking at the mild-mannered Grace and dozing Summer, Jax realised he was their best bet, which was a shocking and horrifying fact.

He peeled himself out from under Summer and eased past Grace. He downed the last of his glowing blue glass and stepped in between Buck and aliens. He sighed and threw a hand in the air in a lazy surrender before summoning his best Standard Galactic.
“Look Paloovians, I don’t know, I think Buck just means-“ The rest of his words were strangled off, and his neck was literally strangled by one of the Paloovians who held him up dangling in the air.

Jax for his part, hung there choking as his vision went spotty. He regretted most of what had just happened, and realised quickly why it was easier to let Isaac deal with these things. The guy with a cannon for an arm never ended up being strangled. Of course, then Wolf turned up clawing at Buck’s leg talking about kitty cats. And they all wondered why Jax hadn’t wanted to come out tonight…


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So many things were happening at once, it made Buck’s head spin.

Fortunately for him, he fed off the annoyance threading from the Paloovian in waves. It pulsed, spilled over. Tensed his shoulders even more, made his anger justified. It pooled from them like the glowing drink dripping off the creature’s clawed foot. Maybe he’d got it wrong. Maybe they weren’t looking for a good time, and one of the girl’s screwed them out of money. Made more sense, the way they were going on. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Summer slithering past him, nearly bumping into his shoulder, before plopping down into Jax’s lap.

She, at least, was fine. Drunk, but in one piece. Safe. Not knowing where the others were rankled his nerves, made him want to escalate the situation further. Push until this Paloovian pushed back. The thing huffed out yellow smog from its lips, which peeled back from pointed teeth. It seemed to look to its companions, clicking its tongue. He didn’t know what it was saying—if it was saying anything at all. Couldn’t understand him. Not that he’d admit it, but he wished Wolf was here. Then, she could tell them to fuck off properly. It usually worked. For whatever reason, alien’s didn’t respond well to their spoken language. Probably thought it was an affront to their damned race.

Another muscle jumped along his jawline as the Paloovian’s claw sunk deeper into his collarbone, forcing him a step backwards. Pricking uncomfortably into his skin. They were bigger than him. Seemed as if most aliens towered over them, unfortunately. It made it harder to stand toe-to-toe with them, though it didn’t really stop him from trying. He’d earned more broken bones than he could count from picking fights with them; humans were fragile, in comparison. It pissed him off.

A familiar face bobbed into his peripherals. Fiery hair bobbing past. Grace seemed to be picking her way carefully across the bar in a way that he recognized immediately. He tore his gaze away from the Paloovian’s ugly face, and watched as she plopped down at the table Jax and Summer inhabited. All trouble. It oozed from her; that caution he’d become so attuned to. Though he wasn’t sure of the specifics, he could guess pretty damn well what had happened. Didn’t mean he’d step down and apologize. “There ain’t no girl you’re looking for here—”

A tugging at the hem of his shirt distracted him enough to drop his hand from the hilt of the pistol, tucked safely into the hostler strapped to his back. He dropped his gaze and spotted Wolf there, sprawled at his feet. His mouth worked for a question and snapped shut, eyebrows jamming together. Where the hell did she even come from? A huff of breath hissed past his lips as he looked in the direction she’d crawled from, ears straining for sounds. Two more aliens, furred bastards, heatedly pointing towards Wolf. Abandoning his pistol, Buck pushed the Paloovian’s hand away and took a step backwards, creating some distance, and for whatever reason, the alien seemed inclined to let him. He leaned off to the side, and grabbed onto Wolf’s forearm, hauling her back to her feet, but maintained his grip on her arm.

To keep her steady. To keep her from running off. To keep himself anchored. He wasn’t sure anymore, but the room span and everything seemed too damn loud in his ears. Too full.

Whatever calm he’d amassed in himself dissolved as soon as Jax pushed himself between them, unsuccessfully. He was two seconds away from telling him to step off. But, once the Paloovian’s clawed, meaty hand wrapped itself around his neck and pulled him off he ground, Buck reacted instinctively. He couldn’t think around the pounding in his head. He released his grip on Wolf and immediately freed his pistol from his back, jamming it underneath the alien’s face, nestled under its ridged chin. A furious breath puffed out. “Let him go or I’ll blow your brains out.” He pressed the muzzle of the pistol harder, insistent, desperate, “Understand that?”

There was a clattering of noise in the background. Then, silence. Uncomfortable, heavy. Curious eyes already turning to stare at them.

Humans, making trouble again.

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It always amazes Isaac that some concepts are universal, like bars for example. No matter where there's always people looking to drown their sorrows, trying to find some sort of escape from themselves, or life at the bottom of a bottle. Though he supposes there's a certain comfort in knowing that no matter how far they go in the endless black sea that is space, or how strange the lifeforms they encounter it's all more of the same, just with a different coat of paint. For the most part aliens were basically the same as humans, they had the same wants, desires, and vices as any human being.

But then again some aliens were about as far from human as they could possibly get, like the one that "sat" across the table from Isaac in a private room on the upper floor at Lealt's. Rather than sitting the alien was floating above the chair, it's body was translucent and round and filled with some kind of dark-grey gas swirling around inside, looking almost like a thunderstorm, along with having four tentacles dangling down. Instead of a visible brain it had a web of neurons, much like a nerve net in jellyfish. This nerve net glowed brightly, and pulsated, switching between pink, and light blue. It was from a species called the Zroushesh, a species with no verbal communication, and instead relied on visual signals from their bioluminescent nerve net. This made communication difficult, but not impossible. Thankfully this particular Zroushesh, some merchant named Bemso, had a robot servant to translate to other species. The robot was sleek, and shiny, looking almost brand new. It was rather out of place in the dirty dive bar.

On the table between them sat a hookah-like device, and the robot held the tube to Bemso's body, and a purple gas released into it's body. Isaac meanwhile was sipping on a glass of a green liquid, a drink called Preiwox, something that was alcoholic to some species, though humans weren't one of them. Isaac preferred to remain clear headed, especially since nine times out of ten the others would end up causing trouble that he would have to fix. "I have a shipment of Tronacite Crystals for a client on Zaoter IV, but it's been difficult to find a transport ship on such short notice. And you have come highly recommended from Lealt." The robot translated in Standard Galactic, thankfully over the past five years Isaac has become fluent enough to be able to use it without the help of Rosemary.

"Hmm....Zaoter IV? Bit of a difficult trip, pirates have been steadily getting more active around there." Isaac said as he placed his glass on the table. "It's nothing we haven't handled before, so it shouldn't be too difficult. As for payment, we'll take twenty-five percent of the profit, half upfront, and half upon completion. That's our standard rate." They're used to dealing with dangerous aliens, and pirates aren't anything new. The robot translated what Isaac said back to it's master with a series of flashing lights coming from it's singular eye. Bemso took a moment to think it over before it answered with it's own series of flashes. "This is acceptable. I will send you the location, and time to pick of the cargo. I look forward to working with you."

With their business meeting done Isaac left the room, leaving Bemso to finish whatever it was smoking. Almost as soon as he stepped out of the room did he hear a commotion coming from the bottom level. And of course it had to be coming from the others. It always comes from the others.

Isaac got down to bottom level as fast as could, just in time to catch Buck holding his pistol to the head of the large alien that was holding up Jax. "Enough." Isaac calmly walked over to them, almost exuding authority. "Put the gun down. And put him down. Now." Whatever was going on that seemed to be the best place to start to calm things down. Isaac and the alien stared each other down, and after what seemed like an eternity the alien finally released Jax. "Let me handle this."

"Where girl!?" Isaac's eyes instantly drifted towards Wolf, it was usually a safe bet that when trouble is stirred up it had something to do with Wolf. "No! Red girl!" That would be his second guess. His eyes lingered towards Summer and Grace at a booth, the guilt on her face pretty telling. The alien's eyes followed Isaac's, and once he laid eyes on Grace he let out a loud roar, and pointed at her. He began to storm over to her, but Isaac reached out, grabbing his arm before he could go.

"You're dealing with me no-" Before he could finish his sentence the alien swung around, bringing his beefy fist towards Isaac's head. At the last second Isaac managed to bring up his right arm to protect himself. While his right arm looked no different than his left, appearances can be deceiving, and in reality his entire right was replaced by a cybernetic one that housed his plasma cannon. This arm was much tougher, and stronger than his regular one. Pretty handy when he wanted to surprise assailants with some superhuman strength without having to use his Overdrive function.

The alien was surprised to say the least. "For the record, you threw the first punch." Isaac took a deep breath, and quickly let it out, activating his Overdrive implant. Now he needed to get this over with quickly. Isaac punched the alien in the gut with his free arm, causing the alien to stumble back, and double over in pain. Isaac grabbed the alien by the back of his shirt, and tossed him into one of his buddies with little effort. As they toppled over the third one rushed towards Isaac, as it swung it's massive fist towards him, Isaac threw his right fist into his. The collision caused a disturbing cracking sound as a piece of the alien's wrist bone jetted out of it's wrist.

The alien howled in pain as he cradled his wrist. While it was screaming Isaac delivered a powerful uppercut, actually lifting up the beefy alien a few feet off the ground before he fell down. Once he was down it wasn't long before the other two rejoined the fray. The leader punched Isaac across his face, causing him to stagger backwards. That's gonna sting when he comes down. The other alien rushed over to join his leader in double teaming him. A flurry of punches followed as Isaac exchanged blows with the two, using his increased speed, and strength to try to defend himself from them, forcing him back.

'I don't have time for this!' Isaac kicked the leader in his knee, forcing him down, and gave his lackey a right cross, causing him to stumble backwards. Isaac grabbed the leader, and tossed him several feet away across the room. The lackey rushed Isaac, and tackled him to the ground, all the while shouting what was no doubt unsavory words in his native language. As the alien mounted him, Isaac's right arm began to transform, turning inside out with everything below his elbow turning to a plasma cannon. Before the alien could start wailing on him, Isaac pressed his cannon to his ribs. A bright green blast fired from the cannon, forcing the alien several feet into the air. At point blank range his cannon caused a large hole straight through him.

Isaac pulled himself up, and took in several deep breaths. "I....I think it's time to go. Any objections?"

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Character Portrait: Riley Jaxon Character Portrait: Isaac Clarke Character Portrait: Grace Cooper Character Portrait: Summer Montgomery Character Portrait: Buckley Groves Character Portrait: Rosemary A. Wolf
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Wolf was grateful when Buck pulled her up and kept his grip. Though, the movement made her see doubles. She closed her eyes as she noted to thank him later. Wolf heard Jax speak, but it took her a second to realize he stopped. Her eyes fluttered open when Buck let go. Wolf eyes stayed on Buck as he pulled out his pistol. It was hard to focus her thoughts, but she knew something was wrong. When her eyes wandered over to the alien, fury and fear raged in her. She felt hot and cold.

Jax was lifted in the air…by his throat. She glanced at the pistol Buck had jammed into the alien. Wolf wanted to tell him to shoot, but she couldn’t remember how to talk. She noticed the silence, but focused on clearing her mind. She knew she had to do something. The issue was that her mind was chaotic with thoughts. Slowly, her mind cleared. She was ready to grab one of her hidden blades, but then Isaac appeared. She glared lasers at the alien as Isaac spoke to them.

When the alien released Jax, her super reflexes kicked in. Before the alien fully let go of Jax, she caught him. Well, she caught him enough to help keep him standing up. The last thing she wanted was for him to get even more hurt by hitting the floor. Once she was sure he wouldn’t fall, she wrapped an arm around his waist. Her heart was pounding. Her face was blank, but fear made her feel cold. She thought it was fear that made her feel cold anyways.

“Are you okay?” she whispered, not really expecting an answer. She was aware the alien was after Grace. She even knew Isaac was fighting the trio now, but she was focused on Jax. Wolf was staring at him. She was scared he’d just drop dead. Wolf wanted to keep an eye on him to confirm he was alive. She only nodded when Isaac spoke.

“Let’s go Jax, we need to get you on the ship,” she said. Without a second though, she nudged Jax so he could walk to the ship. Wolf didn’t plan on leaving his side. Hell, she planned on leaving her arm around his waist until he sat or laid down. Thanks to him being the one who came closest to meeting death tonight, she’d be his shadow for the next few days. Wolf felt her anger rise at the thought, but she brushed it away. She had to make sure Jax was safe and well.

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