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River Scully

"You don't fuck with me, and you can do what you want. Understood?"

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

Description

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Name/alias:
-River Scully

Age:
-28

Personality:
-Suave
-Charismatic
-Stern
-"Don't fuck with me, and you can do what you want."

Sexuality:
-Pan-sexual.

Physical Appearance:
-Height:
--6'5 due to cybernetics.
-Build:
--Toned, Slightly muscular.
-Hair color:
--Red
-Eye color:
--Green.
-Skin Tone:
--Tan.
-Clothing:
--Red Leather over-coat
--Cybernetic Enhanced body-suit, including boots.
--Leather finger-less Gloves
--Leather choker
-Armor:
--The Cybernetics on her clothing and in her right arm act as armor against small-arms fire and physical attacks.
-Weapon(s):
--Heavy Plasma Pistol.
--A Swarm of Nano-bots
-Accessories:
--None

Health:
-Physical:
--healthy
-Mental:
--stable
-Spiritual:
--N/A

Abilities:
-Physical:
--Increased Reflexes
--Increased Speed
--Increased Strength
-Cybernetic:
--Using the power of her mind and the cybernetics within, River has control over a swarm of Nanobots numbering in the trillions. She can command these nanobots at a whim, and for the most part uses them to maintain and expand Jarrako Downs. She can however also use them in combat, or to intimidate enemies, bunching up the bots to seem as though it was an angry swarm of wasps.


Attributes:
--Attack
---7/10
--Defense
---8/10
--Strength
---9/10
--Speed
---8/10
--Agility
---6/10
--Stamina
---10/10
--Awareness
---10/10
--Intelligence
---8/10
--Skill
---10/10

Weaknesses:
-Only an Enhanced Human.

Picture(s) do not belong to me, and will be taken down if asked.

So begins...

River Scully's Story

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Character Portrait: Kinara Character Portrait: The Grey Battalion Character Portrait: River Scully

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"That it?"

"Yep. That's it. Jarrako Station, abandoned as of about half a year ago...in dire need of a new owner. Luckily, that's what I'm here for. Down side? It ain't pretty, that's what I have you and your Clones for."

"Very well." Kinara turned to the Clone Commander next to them, his armor was unique, he had two Shoulder Pauldrons, as well as a range finder on his helmet. "Kaal, keep the fleet close by, no-telling if we'll need a quick extract. Scan for anomalies."

"As you command." he said, bowing slightly.

"Alright then, River, show me what's important."

With that, the two females moved to the Main Hangar of the Obsidian Eagle, and within a U-Wing Transport, moved to the Station, landing in one of its main hangars. The Grey Jedi and the Cybernetics-Enchanced Space Cow-Girl landed heavy into the hangar. "First things first," River said, pulling out a thermal detector. "We need to stop the Core from over-heating. It's been running on low power since it was abandoned, but has had no one to vent out the heat into the space around us. We've got...two hours I'd say to find it." she said. "Also, scan the Station for signs of an AI, there's supposed to be one here." Upon relaying those orders to Kaal and the fleet, Kinara nodded and followed River through the winding passages of the station, the air growing hotter and hotter as they continued.

"Sir!" Kaal's voice came on the comms. "We've located an AI, intent and directive unknown. Orders?"

Kinara was silent for a moment before narrowing her eyes. "Attempt to make contact safely. It if is presumed hostile in anyway, upload the purge our benefactor has so graciously given us." she said, looking to River, who nodded.

"Yes Sir." Kaal responded, cutting off comms before River and Kinara rounded the corner to see the reactor before them. It filled the room, the control consoles around the room glowed dimly with what little power the thing was still producing, though the buttons were worn and dusted from lack of use. Kinara closed her eyes and lifted an arm, focusing her power with the Force to lift the dust from the buttons, and dispose of it in a corner of the room to be taken care of later. The Comms opened again and Kaal spoke again, this time into the ear-piece Kinara wore directly. "Also, we found the anomaly talked about; it's in one of the Cargo Holds."

Kinara nodded and responded quietly as well, so much so that River didn't hear. "When we send in the clones to clear this place, send in a retrieval team....there's Dark Force Energy here. I'll join them once I'm done with the Reactor."

"We need to find the vent overrides, if this thing doesn't cool down in...ten minutes? We're dead." River said as she put away the devise and started flicking any button she thought looked like an override button, after a few minutes Kinara placed a palm to her forehead and sighed, reaching to press the large "OVERRIDE" button, covered by a broken glass lid. Once pressed, the power returned to the Station proper, and the vents leading to the heat vents of the reactor opened, filling the heat with a cold, lifeless vacuum as the Reactor rumbled back to life. The heat, however, only rose, the vents having only opened just a crack; not enough to vent all the heat. "Do something!" River cried out. Kinara focused and spread her arms out, envisioning the vents, finding a blockage, and with the power of the Force, forcing them open while pushing anything inside out, effectively bringing the Reactor to optimum operating temperature.

"Kaal, the reactor's online and power is restored. Send in a Clean-up Platoon to every hangar. Orders are thus: If it doesn't look like it should be on a Space Station, destroy it. Inside and out." Kinara ordered, a resounding reply followed, and the fleet around the Station roared to life as Transports moved to each and every hangar, of the twenty, five were operational, and five permitted the U-Wings to land and deposit their troops.

The Clones did their job, destroying or killing anything that didn't belong on the ship with ease, not losing a single trooper in the process. The only difficulty they ever encountered was in destroying the substance known as Turritoid. To destroy it, they needed the concentrated fire-power of three Flame Troopers with their Flame-Cannons set to full power to destroy the substance. However once it was destroyed, they moved to the next cluster.

"Your Trooper mentioned an AI?" River turned to Kinara as she set to work putting the Reactor practically on auto-pilot, so that it would only need maintenance regularly and not need to be manned by personnel at all times. At Kinara's affirmative Reply, River thought for a moment. "Wipe it. Upload my purge directive." Kinara gave the order, and Kaal did as instructed, uploading the Purge to the systems of The Jarrako Downs, terminating the processes of the AI one by one until none remained, and then staying in the system so that any AI not put in place by River herself would not be able to upload itself into the ship's systems without being wiped out as well.

"Come and live on the newly dubbed and cleaned up Jarrako Station, where there is only one rule: Don't fuck with the boss." River said, mostly to herself as the Clones dropped off a few large crates in the hangar before boarding their own U-Wings, and leaving. The entirety of the Station took a little over a month to fully clean up of anything unwanted, but once it was done, the payment was given to Kinara, the Jedi parted ways, and River started herself a clean slate.

Kinara meanwhile left River to join her Clones in the Cargo Hold; and what they found was...unnerving in a way. A Sith Shrine, clouded in Dark Side Energy and ill-intentions. "The Observers at the Force Temple will want this....they'll want it intact....dismantle it and label each part; we're going to give this to the Force Temple...they'll want it rebuilt. I'll go get our money, and we'll get out of here." She ordered before leaving to return to River.

The boxes contained an immeasurable number of nanobots that she would use to continue to tidy the place up, build all manner of buildings and maintain the newly dubbed Station at all times. It built a large, simple city, with buildings for business, homes, warehouses, the works. Everything that was needed was found, even farms for food and water. Jarrako was self-sufficient, but it needed people to become fully so.

It wasn't long before word spread around the Galaxy of a place with only one simple law, and people flocked to Jarrako under various circumstances for various reasons. Business flourished, no matter what business that was, and the people were happy, for the most part. It was survival of the fittest, with a few unwritten laws added to provide order: No fucking with Farmers or their property, take fights outside, etc. etc.

River was Queen of this world, and she was happy.

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Character Portrait: River Scully

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The next step was to set up a sort of extra defensive system. After finishing with the interior of the Jarrako Downs Station, she started with the exterior. Having her army of nanobots clean it up first, repairing the exterior before promptly digging up spots for the point defense and anti-capital ship turrets. Within a matter of weeks, massive Batteries of guns of all sizes had been built, all connected to the Reactor appropriately for power. More of the Hangars were opened and cleared, using the materials found there, she was able to strengthen the actual hull of the Station a significant amount, and even build a massive, extremely powerful Shield Generator with two nodes on each section of the Station for maximum protection from threats.

Turning to look out a window, she observed the carcasses of ships outside, and smiled. They were filled with valuable loot and salvage, and could be used to build extensions to the Station. But she'd need more Nano-bots. Using the Salvage, she built droves and droves of the things, until the cloud of Nanobots was so dense that it looked like a swarm of insects, blocking out light and even buzzing loud enough to be heard.

Out into the cold vacuum of Space the Swarm went, starting with the Derelict Dreadnought(s) around the Station, stripping them from bow to stern of everything. Metal, Cloth, Wood, Plastic, everything was taken, until the ship was simply gone, all of these materials were stored in each of the hangars in huge, neat stockpiles for later use. She didn't stop until everything within the range of her cybernetic-enhanced mind could reach was stripped down, packaged, and ready for use. Leaving about one A.U of empty Space between the Station and anything left floating around.

Over the better course of the next few months, River continued toiling, building up The Jarrako Downs until there was nothing left. Starting with a Rail System, she would connect the Districts with a great Rail System connected to the roof of the Station, keeping it relatively safe from terrorist attacks, and also making it a mag-lev, allowing the trains to move at amazing speeds for the patrons of the Station. Once that was complete, she began to build outwards, expanding the Station with great towers and rings for gravity and extra defense as well as connection between the Districts, and housing.

It took the better half of a year, but once she was done, River collapsed into the couch of her home she'd built for herself in the Central Hub of the Station, atop a great Market, where Gods know what would be sold openly. Slaves, Drugs, Guns, the works. She didn't care. As long as everyone respected her; and followed the only rule: Don't fuck with River. She would get only ten percent of the profit that everyone made in her Station, which wasn't a lot, perhaps, but when one considered how much money would be flowing through the place, it didn't matter. And all types of currency would be accepted, unless the seller wouldn't take them, in which case, the buyer was shit out of luck.

River didn't care though.

Once all the reserves were used up and she was left with empty hangars and an even more empty station, it was time to spread the word. Sending out a broadcast to whoever would listen, she advertised the station for all to come. A safe haven, a new start, whatever. It didn't matter. If someone needed it, it was here, at Jarrako Downs.

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Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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Rayia poured over the history the Jedi had given her when an unknown message came though.

Rayia listened then turned to her crew "Sounds like the place for us... Prepare the fleet for jump"

The path was set and reaper fleet vanished from Terra space appearing again near the great space station

" This is Grand Admiral Rayia Icceni of the Neo-Sith we heard your message and seek a place here" Rayia hailed the base

" Neo-Sith?" Questioned an officer

"The Sith Empire we followed is long dead... We needed a new name." Answered Rayia as she waited for the base to answer her hail.

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Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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The comms were silent for a while while Rayia waited. Static buzzed forth first before River spoke. "Welcome, Grand Admiral! I have some conditions." each and every single gun-battery built on the newly fixed up Space Station swiveled and aimed at the Sith Fleet. "You and your crew are more than welcome to stop by any time, your business and living here is greatly accepted, but my conditions are thus: I ask that you follow the only rule here: Don't fuck with me. The other conditions are as follows, your fleet cannot be in the vicinity of the Station. This is Neutral Space, I won't have you turn it into a hiding place for the Sith nor a staging ground for an empire." River's tone was simple, and stern.

"If I am Understood, then please move your fleet to the nearest Star-System and have it sit there, you may come with a Shuttle, and seek out your home in the Residential District. Rent is payed directly to me until someone comes in and wants to be a land lord, in which case rent is payed to them, and I take ten percent."

The holographic image of River lounging on her couch with a bottle of beer in one hand and her pistol in the other appeared before the Sith Grand Admiral. "I repeat: Your business and money are welcome; your Fleet and Empire are not. This is Neutral Ground for all." she smiled, taking a sip of her beer.

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Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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"Well that does present a problem...My fleet has nowhere to go we have no home and no empire....This feet is all we have."
Rayia stated then paused so that could sink in before turning to the hologram "I propose a deal that will benefit us both...You give me and my fleet leave to stay and in return we will aid in the defense of this place. We need a home and I'm sure you could use an army to help defend this place. So what say you?"

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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"There has to be a place willing to buy some stuff off of me...Or even hire me...ugh..." The mercanary known as Russian slammed his head on the desk of the bridge as he had just run out of money and along with that all of his food stores. One could only live so long with vintage booze.

As he groaned, he soon peered at his star map and noticed where he was. He had done a job in this sector, and he did not get paid...all he got was a bunch of strange rocks and a energy rifle. Granted he had yet to weaponize the strange rocks, they would make great armor but...he had nothing to make a chasis. A mercanary had a hard life...

However once he passed by the space station, it actually look inhabited. He had an oppurtunity here. "Testing, testing. This is Russian of the 'Fortress Of Epicness' and I am requesting permission to land to sell some equipment. Please...help a mercanary out...I am down to my final noodle cup...scratch that, I just ate it..." He spoke unto his comms and hoped someone would pick up and not shoot him out of space.

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Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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"Tough shit!" River responded to the first statement. "And no. My offer stands as is. We are Neutral; self sufficient. We need no outside help protection nor want it. She stood and drank the last of her beer, tossing it to the side. "Having a big ass fleet sitting on my doorstep ain't exactly good for business, nor for my promise of neutrality unless it's got my symbol on it. And quite frankly, you don't look like River Scully material." she said sternly, staring at the Sith through the hologram.

"My deal stands as is: You are free to come and go, you are free to buy, sell, trade, do some drugs, whatever. Hell, sell your body on the streets for all I care. But no fleet." She said, holtering her pistol on the thigh-holster and crossing her arms over her chest.

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Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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It didn't take long for someone to hear the message, after-all it was practically broadcast for the universe to hear.

Navigating to the Onyx galaxy was no small chore, but the finely attuned Bifrost drive of the Keeper of Abassid enabled a trek that would have been perilous, to be rather simple.

Half an AU beyond what was once a graveyard, a massive multicolored portal belched open, powerful energies swirling around like an angry vortex, a vortex that belched fourth a small task force of roughly a dozen warships, the markings of the United Aschen Empire prominently displayed on their hulls.

Their mission was simple, investigate the origin of the transmissions, and report back to Fleet Command.

Newly promoted Admiral Clegg stood silently inside the CIC of his Command Carrier, Wide-spectrum sensors tracking the movement of what appeared to be an unidentified fleet, along with ruins, and a large space station.

Clegg silently turned to his communications officer.

"Anything?"

The officer shook his head.

Clegg slowly nodded, turning his attention to his Executive officer next.

"Get a squadron of Raptor Talons, and an Assault Condor prepped, with a Marine strike team in five minutes."

--

As the portal snapped shut, the Keeper of Abassid was accompanied by five Hastati class cruisers, a dozen Picon class frigates, three Athena class missile cruisers, and four Aegis point defense cruisers, along with a single Iconoclast class Battleship.

It was not a fleet designed to make war, or launch any sort of sizeable offensive, rather the accompanying ships were tasked with providing escort for the larger Command Carrier.

Settling into a Phalanx position, the Aschen task group remained silent, and still.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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Sensors blazed and River darted her eyes to them. Aschen. Interesting. Didn't think they'd care enough to come to another galaxy in Neutral Space to care. And a single Ship, carrying a Merc ready to buy and sell goods. Shrugging, she cut off the feed to the Sith Ships and moved to respond to Russian in his ship.

"Welcome, Russian. You are cleared for docking in Hangar-Bay Nine. Maps are posted on the walls in holo-screens to help you find your way around. Enjoy your stay, and remember the rule: Don't fuck with River." was all she said before moving to patch herself in to the Aschen comm-network.

"Welcome, Aschen, to Jarrako Downs, I hope you're here for either scouting or business. I won't tolerate Violence towards my Space Station. I will extend to you the same offer I will extend to everyone else who comes with a fleet: You are individually welcome to stay here, and do what you please, but your fleet must go outside of my Neutral Space. I will not be associated with any creed, Empire, religion, etc." she said to their commander. "Otherwise, enjoy your stay, and remember our one Rule: Don't fuck with River." she said before ending her side of the transmission and waiting for replies.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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"Very Well my fleet will depart as soon as my shuttle and escort have safely landed...I am sending you the link to my personal comm so you may relay docking information and so we may speak in private" answered Rayia

Rayia then turned to her crew " Ok as soon as I land take the fleet to the nearest unoccupied system keep ready to answer my call should anything come up"

Rayia turned and left the bridge heading towards the hanger where her shuttle and personal guard would be waiting.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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"Finally...I just hope some people will be willing to buy some stuff." Russian sighed to himself as he disarmed weapons and prepared the docking sequence. Pulling onto the station he opened up the hanger bay door and stood in front with thousands of mechs, each one with a different looking model and weapon load out. In front of him was a red rock he got from his adventure here.

"Hello! Hello! Anyone in need to a top of the line combat mech? Well I, Russian, the universes best mercenary in the universe offers these well made machines. I have thousands of these babies for sale with different styles of combat! I also have for sale some strange...rocks...that displaces anything directed at it! I have yet to use them because I have yet to come up with a way to use it, I am close though! So come on and buy something!" He advertised his selection before sitting down and waiting.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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On sensors there was an energetic if small disturbance near the Ashen formation. A noisy signal broadcasted through it as the slip drive craft approached, a commercial-grade Ashen IFF though difficult to read through all the static. Just after the disturbance began to exude light the IFF was far more clear of one Sukarma though several copies of signals overlapped. Each with minutely different copies of the timestamps among credential data only one of them concurrent with records. Readouts might see sensor ghosts of several ships approaching at several different angles as each smashed back into that unified endpoint of reality. There was a small if loud burst of broadband EM noise as each of four slip drives quelled from activity and various vacuum arcs curl around the organic exterior and tentacles of the new craft.

The ship had a thin body shaped like many cephalopods with eight arms tightly anchored to a mid-body collar. Four larger ones in the rear appear from under a thin retracting shroud with pale grey metallic tint that otherwise protected the engine arms while engaged. There was a great deal of scarring on one side and a small dropship anchored to the other though the ship on the whole seemed quite intact and space-worthy. Hard brown portions on the seared side flake like sunburn. Flesh much like the healthy cyan on navy-blue watery pattern underneath the brown scars.

Sukarma opened a channel through a new and still very numb transciever running on the ashen comm-network. Sukarma's cheerful voice transmitted to Jarrako downs, "Is the new transceiver on? Oh, yes! Hello? Jarrako downs, this is Sukarma. Requesting permission to dock once I switch out my engines."

Those looking from behind could easily see the four arms in the back emptying of the elongated pole of a harmonics anchor common to the slip drive to her more conventional plasma thrusters. Those from the front pointed toward the station had a view of each of those thruster arms thinning then enlarging again. In short order dorsal and ventral positional thrusters emerge like a ridge of spines with a small blue plumes of self-test plasma from each as they do.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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"Whoever they are, they're bold." The XO commented as the transmission played up on the speakers.

Clegg said nothing, for the moment he was pondering his next course of action. "Gutsy." He grumbled. "I don't respond well to demands, though. Inform the fleet to hold position, and go to condition two." Clegg said, bringing up a large three-dimensional tactical readout of everything within 10 AU of the Carrier Strike Group.

That included the new contact, that, so long as it somewhat kept it's distance, wouldn't raise much in the way of alarms within the Strike Group.

"Squadron is ready for launch." The Tactical officer reported. "Marines are suited up, and on the Condor." He added.

Clegg watched the interface, keying it up and zooming in on the large station. "Get some prowlers ready for launch."

--

So far the Aschen fleet remained in position, no one moving from their Phalanx position around the larger Command Carrier, nor did they respond to River's hails, of course it wasn't obvious they received them in the first place.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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River gritted her teeth, the Aschen weren't responding to her message. Two outcomes were presently going through her mind based on what she'd heard, read, and even experienced with the Aschen. The first was a simple armed escort and a personal meeting, the more likely one based on the size of the task force, but still all-together unwanted. The Second was they called for reinforcements and forcably annex her Station into their so-called "glorious empire". She gagged at the thought of kneeling to people who would treat her and her patrons like second class garbage. She reached to her console and opened up communications again to the Aschen fleet.

"Your silence is unnerving. Let me reiterate. Your presence is not unwelcome, however, such a strong military presence is unwelcome. You and your men are more than welcome to come here, buy, sell, live, etc. But I will not have the subject of this Station's Neutrality in the affairs of everything questioned by having an Aschen fleet on my door step." She said, before another communication, from a ....living ship of sorts, popped up. Closing the Aschen connection and opening this one she pinched the bridge of her nose. She'd need to hire someone to do this eventually.

"Sukarma we read you loud and clear; state your purpose for docking first and we will let you do so." she said simply, moving on to the Sith.

"Thank you for your cooperation, it will be a pleasure doing business with you. Your shuttle is cleared for Hangar 15, there are maps on the walls to help you find your way around the Station. If you're looking for a home, go to the residential district and look around, find one you like, ring the button below the door-bell, that will contact me again, or will contact the current Landlord of the area you are choosing to set up shop." She closed the comms. She leaned back and fell into the couch again, cracking open another beer she chugged it before tossing it.

Who knew running a lawless hunk of metal in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere Space would be so much hard work.

As Russian set up shop, he would find little luck in the hangar, as too many people were rushing around getting to and from their ships. However, one would place a note somewhere near him that said he'd have better luck in the Central Hub, where the main Market was located.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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With not much luck in the hanger, Russian sighed before noticing a note stuck to his ship. It had stated that the Central Hub would be a better spot to set up shop...But the big and obvious question was how to lug a bunch of mechs across the station without causing a mech stampede. Simple: Miniturization!

Selecting a handful of mechs, and with a tap of a floating icon in his arm device. The massive war machines shrunk in size until they were action figure sized and carfully placed them in a very stable container before packing up his stuff along with the red rocks and following the directions to the Central Hub. And he was not that dumb to forget one important thing. "Computer, lock down the ship. Anyone that tries to break in you kick them out, or break a leg."

With his ship secure, supplies at the ready, and the smell of credits just waiting to fill his pockets. Russian marched forward with a grin. He should sell more things, beats having those old machines gathering dust,

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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Sukarma's voice came over perfectly devoid of background noise that something listening to air might pick up, "Buyer trading hard commodities and a few soft ones. Looking for compatible rarer materials and components I can't make for repairs. I don't have any crew to declare. My dropship is still comatose."

As the engines fired up behind the craft a spiral plume of plasma from a self-cleaning cycle pushed her slightly forward. Positional thrusters fired in opposing angles to arrest the motion. The craft hadn't any real weaponry as far as could be seen but the front tool-arms with emerged mounts had the telltale racks of microwave emitters common to heavy plasma lances used for asteroid mining. Heat signatures from the interior spoke that they'd been recently used. That she had a full set of eight loaded told of a prodigious power plant.

Sensors might have a problem penetrating the dense foot-thick impact-resistant organic layer with active presence of mind. It had a habit of resisting transient energy loads like any good broad-spectrum em hardening should. As well the interior metallic and ceramic layers of superstructure armor as hard marbles of orbital projectiles tended to hit with the force of atomic weaponry. It was a craft built to survive long bouts of deep-space isolated and could withstand the aggressive kinetic and energetic punishment the universe had to offer. That she had some combat hardiness seemed more a side-effect of the ruggedized design goal.

If she had any weapons on-board they were likely not something in her size-class but there weren't otherwise permanent hardpoints for them on her exterior. The seared side seemed more to contain a second dropship port.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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Rayia boarded her shuttle which took off from The Shadow of Korriban's hanger followed closely by a troop transport and a squadron of fighters. As soon as the shuttle and escort landed Reaper fleet turned and set off careful to avoid the unknown fleet as they entered hyperspace vanishing from view.

Rayia departed her shuttle followed by her personal guard and a group of her regular troops from the transport. Her guard looked much like her regulars but with red armor and capes. Ten guards and twenty troopers in total.

Rayia turned to the rest of her troops a hundred troopers and a handful of pilots " stay here and hold this hanger I'm going to have a look around"

Rayia recorded the map into her data pad and then headed toward the residential area her troops boots echoing in the Halls.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully Character Portrait: Classis II Sector Molecay

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Despite the continued hails, the Aschen task force remained eerily quiet, maintaining their phalanx on the fringes of the Jarrako Downs.

Admiral Clegg was considering his options, a small station out in the middle of what was essentially nowhere, there was no strategic gains to be had, considering the cost it would take to secure the area.

However the area was rich in alien technologies, and a station where business was being routinely conducted was ripe for a 'tribute' to be imposed upon.

But Clegg wasn't sure even whatever tribute could be forcibly extracted was worth the effort and political heartache of coming out this far to enforce.

So he pondered, even with the cacophony of sounds from the Command Carrier's CIC all around him, humming consoles, the clattering of keys, he remained in silent thought.

"When the Prowlers return from their scouting run, initiate the Bifrost drive, and set course for home." He ordered.

There was a brisk nod from his XO, and the order was relayed.


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It was no more than five minutes, and the XO was finding himself turning back to Commander Clegg. "Sir, Prowers are docked, pilots are secure."

Clegg nodded slightly, and then spoke. "Jump."


In front of the small Aschen task force, a massive multicolored portal opened up, a portal that was easily hundreds of kilometers across. The fleet accelerated into the portal, and it snapped shut behind them. The Aschen had left as quickly as they came.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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"You dun fucked up." Came River's voice to Rayia through her comms. "I said you were welcome in my station. Not your troops. If you wish to have them eaten alive by a swarm of angry nanobots, by all means, have them stay in my hangar - in my station. You're fucking with River." was all she said, before a dark cloud passed overhead, the nanobots swarming angrily in a cloud so dense there must have been millions per square inch. And they were heading straight for the hangar Rayia's troops were sitting in.

As soon as the Aschen fleet moved out of the sector, River visibly relaxed, chugging the rest of her beer and then growling as she turned her attention back to Rayia and her non-rule-following self. "One rule! That's all I got here, and you broke it." the swarm of nano bots picked up their pace, and moved quicker towards the hangar.

Russian would find it much easier to provoke a response from Station-Dwellers in the shop, with many stopping to ask questions, barter price, and even pitch their own wares to him. Needless to say, even if he didn't make a profit today, he'd have fun. The hangar-bay door for Hangar twelve opened up for the living ship known as Sukarma, though how the hell it was going to fit in the hangar Kinara had no clue.

For now, she had a rule-breaker to deal with.

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Character Portrait: "Russian" Character Portrait: Sukarma Character Portrait: Bryon Clegg Character Portrait: Rayia Icceni Character Portrait: River Scully

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"Aha! Well you see my good man, they certainly do look like action figures at this moment but that is because a little shrinking was in order to move the merchandise. As for what this particular mech can do, Explosives galore! If you need to glass entire areas or put the hurting on anything bigger than you then you chose a great mech. WIth long ranged firepower that is even deadlier up close this mech is great for satisfying those urges of watching things blow up!" Russian started his sales pitch and explained more details and fine details.

"These mechs are made for surviving, even against space faring vessels. Although a good pilot and skill would certainly turn the tide in your favor I do not recommend actually trying it unless you are cetain you cant get hit by a main battery. All these machines have finite ammo so they do come with a fully equipped loadout any ammo you spend comes out of your budget at that point. If you need a quick hookup on instant ammo contact my toll free number written behind me. I promise in just five seconds your entire arsenal will be re-stocked before you know it."

"And as for mechs themselves I have all kinds besides a king of explosions. I got close combat, mid ranged combat, spider tanks, airborn assault mechs, underwater mechs! I got them all! The only mech I don't have is one for loving others, I build them to beat the crap out of your enemy! For a limited time, your first purchase is 25% off as well! Now come and buy yourself one of these hand crafted war machines now!" Russian laughed as he showed off his wares.

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Someone's gotta load it

Aboard the ship Sukarma's comms hardware tracked a view of her avatar moving about the craft. Most of the walls were flush cargo containers so it showed her opening panels and picking out sacks of bright red-colored Quinoa. She hadn't little but the quinoa to make the starch-based bioplastic bags to contain the stuff. Two rear passenger seats folded down the translucent bags of edible red rocks piled high in the minimal cargo hold the dropship had. She'd brought 150 kilograms of it that she could spare. Sukarma still needed to eat but at least this quinoa could keep her healthy. This new stuff was a lot more productive and enriched. Spicy though, she figured it varied somewhere between cayenne and ghost pepper. Once those six bags were loaded a number of processed element bars loaded into the cargo. Mostly rare earth as it was easier for her to barter. That kind of stuff only came in quantity from asteroid mining so she had a better chance of getting a good price in low volume.

The Ashen didn't exactly give her a pile of cash and she didn't have much currency. Though, she'd always be grateful they gave her the material and food she needed to not die floating in the blackness of intersystem space. She could make do. She got them to give her an indiscriminate commercial trading license so she could trade with people who weren't Ashen. She stashed the freshly printed provenance papers in the pilot's pocket.

After a moment considering she brought one of the heavy concretion casks with her fusion reactor's spent 'fuel'. It had several elements bled from spent fusion leafs that were useful as catalysts assuming someone had the hardware to refine it. About the size of one's torso with a few small, if heavy, marbles in it the nuclear flask nonetheless weighed in at nearly 100 kilos on its own. Sukarma had to use both hands to carry it. Honestly the contents were not hazardous being fairly stable, even though they were radioactive, but she used the simulation-certified cask anyway. The radiation hazard was maybe a banana equivalent dose or three higher than background. Safety first. She put it on the floor just inside the mess pulled floor away to loaded the cask in her dropship's rear compartment.

Time to go
She looked out of the front monitors to see the light of cargo bay opening. She saw the last one opening and definitely wasn't going to try and cram her body inside it. At best she could straddle the outside. Her comatose dropship however would work fine. She didn't need a pilot's gear to fly remotely and just sat in the seat to pet the green-suited Fulvio tightly wrapped around himself in the pilot well. The dropship doors closed with a hiss as she triggered them to seal. The pilot access plate more slithered closed as reinforcement plates push the substrate together. As the plates locked together like a ring of ribs the door seam vanished entirely. The whole of the pilot pod rotated 90 degrees as it aligned with the dorsal ridges as the entry port was astride the four landing gear and umbilicus holding Fulvio to the dock.

A seam appeared in the side of the main ship as an asymmetrical bump sprouted from a growing gap in the substrate on its surface. Sukarma made the dropship Fulvio stand up to hop sideways off her body as her main positional engines resisted the effort to hold position. The dropship mirrored her own form but in one far smaller. The legs retracted into Fulvio's dark blue substrate with light blue lines as Sukarma took over remote control of Fulvio's systems. Smaller spiral plumes emerge from Fulvio's own plasma engines in four tentacles splayed as far as she can for better attitude control while docking.

She looked at the console eyes darting as she virtually created a cargo manifest to submit as was the Ashen commercial code. It was sent along to River as a data file.
  • 300kg Rare earths with provenance [Trade item]
  • 150kg 'Black rose' genetically enhanced quinoa, with provenance [Trade Item]
  • <5kg n-fusion byproduct, nonvolatile, radioactive, with provenance [Trade Item]
  • 100kg nuclear flask, exceeds TS-R-1 certification, In use
  • 1 Secondary EI, Fulvio Sukarma, inert
  • 1 Primary EI, Sukarma Lexicon, Armed, EMT.

Onward
Behind Fulvio the oval concave dock port folds closed. The ship moved like something between someone crawling in zero-g and a ship actively thrusting to align itself with the dock. She gripped the edge of the dock-door with Fulvio's smaller tentacles adeptly swinging up like one would perk to look around a corner. Fulvio fit in the dock quite well as Sukarma helixed the engines in a burst to rotate Fulvio to align with the floor and propel into the dock. The three-toed stumpy legs appeared in time to make contact with the floor as the dropship waddled into the correct location. Sukarma had just tapped her feet the whole way an unconscious physical tic while in virtual control as the controls moved on their own.

A small divot formed as Sukarma retracted the side pilot port that slowly curled the cyan on navy flesh outward. She didn't need a ladder but knelt Fulvio as close to the ground as she could. Skin flashing patterns of yellow and red the chromatic-skinned Sukarma couldn't help wearing her hearts on her sleeve. This place looked exciting! Thankfully the substrate that surrounded her hearts in this dangerous locale was hard as her own.

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Rayia flexed her hand Sparks of lightning dancing between her fingers a sign she was about to lose it. " Your starting to bug me with all these damn rules...The fleet I get but now you are fucking pushing it...I trust you just as little as you trust me right now and I trust the others on this hunk of metal even less I will not leave my assets unguarded my troops are no threat as long as they are left alone"

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"If you had listened to them in the fucking first place you wouldn't be losing your temper, Ms. Neo-Sith. If you didn't want your shit to get stolen, why guard it?" River growled back, the nano bots continuing their way to the hangar. "I have one rule here, and you're breaking it: You're fucking with River." Her voice was loud and clear. "I know rules are hard for Sith, but you're going to get used to them around here or you're going to find friends in short supply. And trust me, you'd rather have me as a friend. Are you too stupid to realize that I know people who can decimate your petty fleet in a matter of minutes? That my nanobots can strip you down until you're as bare as the day you were born in seconds? That they can kill you in less time?" River projected her face onto every screen around the Sith, stern, annoyed, and tired-of-Rayia's shit. The people around her paused, looked to River's face, looked to Rayia, and stared. She broad casted her voice to that sector of the station, so everyone could hear it.

"Do you really want to keep fucking with River?"


Russian's customers would find the man charming, and a great salesman, paying him in whatever currency had then and their for whatever they bought from him, mech or glowy-rock. Every now and again a couple of "Working gals" would meander their way over to him and ask if he "Wanted a fun time with all that money he just got" However perhaps more enticing was the smell of fresh Teriyaki or it's Space-Equivalent from a nearby stall, wafting through the market like River's nano bots towards that hangar.

River looked to the manifest of Sukarma's cargo and tilted her head. "I detect no life forms on board your ship....an intelligent AI...very interesting. Tell you what, I'll pay you 30k for the lot of it." She said. Before she said this, she froze her face, the stern gaze un-changing for Rayia.

River changed her attention back to the Sith, unfreezing the camera and bearing down on her with her eyes. "I await your answer."

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Rayia shook her head " It seems like with friends like you who needs enemies...And you would be wise not to underestimate me...I could smash this whole base with a mere thought if I so desired it...And in light of that I will humour your rules my troopers will leave..But my personal red guards will stay"

She turned to the normal troopers "head to the transport tell them to load up and rejoin the fleet"

She turned back to River's image " Now if this bantha shit is over I have an apartment to find..."

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Russian kept his grin as he sold his merchandise. He only had one thought throughout all of this: Why the hell was he sitting on his ass for a year hoping for a job when he could have done this in the beginning and not worry about starving to death. Hell, he could now make new mechs and have plenty to spare with the money he made! He was a moron for not selling his stuff sooner!

Of course a few enticing girls tried to persuade him into using some on the money he just got. But 'Ol Russian had one motto he followed. "Sorry girls, You look good and all but...A mans gotta eat and drink." He simply grinned as he smelled that delicious smell. Actual food, not that cheap noddle from a cup that you warm with water. Real mouthwatering, grilled and cooked food.

Grinning he pulled a device from his belt which contained an innumerable amount of devices and activated it which soon transformed into one of those old world astronauts. "Cosmonaught, take this money, and buy me some of that stores Teriyaki, with rice...vegetables...and a side order of a soda..." Russian's mouth was almost watering as he spoke and the machine gave a salute as in sauntered off to receive his creators order.

It returned after a few minutes and delivered his order to which Russian dug in. "Finally! Now this is what I am talking about!" He laughed to himself as he chowed down taking a small break from selling his collection of mechs.