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Jeremy Graves

"So which will it be, amigo? Death or more death?"

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a character in “Battlefield Stratevaria”, as played by Durandal

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Name: Jeremy Graves

Title: The Barrel Mafioso

Age: 34

Genetic type: Human

Planet of origin: Glacierra

Allies:

Rivals: Sentinel, Drakov

Faction: Freelance

Likes: Guns, more guns, alcohol, playing cards, in case you missed it: guns, Old music, Italian food

Dislikes: Magic, synthetics, 'aliens'

Theme: The Champs- Tequila


Powers: Can manipulate shadows in such a way to conceal himself, magic-based shadow bolts

Weakness: Despite all of his training and abilities, he is still only human in composition. What would kill a normal person will kill him.

Abilities: Self-proclaimed cigar connoisseur, excellent pasta maker, veteran of the war and mafia leader

Fighting style: Through his time in the Napishtim Federation military during the galactic war, he has learned combat skills to a great degree. Making use of available cover, Graves will move from cover to cover in an attempt to outflank the enemy or waste their ammo. When enraged, he will spray his machine-gun in the general direction of the target, rate-of-fire making up for the lack of accuracy. In addition to his gun, Graves will utilize his shadow concealment and shadow bolts, which damage the target as well as stun them, to overcome advantages his enemy may hold. Will sometimes fight with a tequila bottle when drunk.

(credit to MacSpiffy on DeviantArt for the thumbnail)

So begins...

Jeremy Graves's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Wind whipped around the figure on the rise, trench coat flying forward as it was caught by the breeze. Sand stung his head, pelted through his hair. Smiling grimly, Jeremy Graves puffed around the Gurkha Black Dragon cigar stuck between his teeth. Acrid smoke spread out, a hazy cloud obscuring his face. Breathing in the carcinogenic fumes, he sighed with pleasure as his senses were infused with the expensive fumes. He had paid quite dearly for the cigar; only 1,000 had ever been made, making it quite expensive over a galactic scale. Graves had ten of them.

Securing the cap onto his head, Graves turned to the motley band assembled below him on the south side of the dune. A mixture of his own personal mafia members and raiders recruited from the native tribes of Dagojouiise, it was a small army. Milling about were a hundred people, weapons being checked and rechecked, fights breaking out before being quickly suppressed by senior mafia members. Discipline was important in any organization, even if that organization included common desert raiders. Grimacing at the use of such low people he turned back to his target.

A spaceport was set in the middle of the desert, bustling with traffic as passengers boarded and disembarked ships, exchanging goods and ideas. Such an active place, yet it was not his prize. It was the massive vessel floating above the complex. Massive in size, the star ship was as large as a small city, overshadowing the spaceport in its magnificence. Truly a wondrous sight to behold; an even more wondrous place to plunder, for this was the F.S.S. Realta Nua, owned by Boris Drakov.

Graves thought back to his time with Drakov in the Federation military, rivals in everything. In Graves, that rivalry turned to contempt as Boris was favored by his superiors. Matters were only made worse when he was forced to flee the military after being charged with war crimes. That was how he got into the mafia business. And luckily for him, Boris had become leader of galactic super-company. All the better to pay him back. For years, Graves had been conducting raids against shipments of Drakov Industries, obtaining vast amounts of wealth in a short time. For years Graves had hidden in the shadows, avoiding Drakov for fear of being caught. Today was different.

The Realta Nua was Drakov's crown jewel, but it was going to be Graves's prize. Signalling the men behind him, Graves hopped onto one of the land-speeders as it passed by him. Approaching the spaceport at high speeds, the raiders plunged through the building, scattering civilians, killing those unfortunate enough to be caught in the path of the vehicles. Stopping at the tube to the Realta Nua, Graves stepped off and walked into the booth conducting passengers between the ship and the surface. Smiling at the cowering attendant, he dialed the speaker system, patching into the ship.

"Greetings passengers of the Realta Nua! This is your new captain, Jeremy Graves, speaking. I am sorry to tell you this, but we will be experiencing a short interruption in activities as business is conducted. Thank you for your cooperation," he announced, broadcasting over the entire system. Switching the microphone to a personal line to Boris, he said, "Your buddy is back! Nice ship you left for me. Really to kind." Dropping the piece, he pulled out his machine gun and blew apart the console with one shot. Motioning to his force, they assembled in the lift, heading up to the ship.

The setting changes from dagojouiise to F.S.S. Realta Nua

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Explosions roar and fires rage in the space port as Graves began his assault. The barely-paid amateur guards were quickly taken down alongside civillians and by the mafia's firepower. Smoke rose under the blazing desert sun as Graves made his announcement.

Graves' forces entered the ship under his command, maniacal bandits of various races, shapes, and sizes cackling and firing away with reckless abandon. Some of the adventurers chose to flee, panicking, screaming, and shouting as they did, preferring to live another day. Others opted to be heroes, fighting back the bandits, though they were severely outnumbered, overpowered, and murdererd. Glasses shatter and fires spread as kinetic bullets fly through the air and beam blasts burn through the park. The artificial sky flickered from the collateral destruction of several holo generators. Graves' bandits tore through the market place, looting, ransacking, pillaging, and plundering their way, while the red alert blared through the entire ship.


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Boris sat in his personal cabin, clasping his hands and smirking. He listened to Graves' menacing introduction.....and chuckled. It was about time these adventurers in his ship prove themselves, he figured. He knew that placing the Realta Nua in such an unstable planet such as Dagojouiise would normally be suicide....but this ship was going to Megido, after all. Danger is the catalyst of progress, as he always thought. Graves was not someone he would underestimate....and if his optimism was right...neither were the adventurers on board.

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Mosa's grin disappeared as he listened to the announcement, tilting his head slightly to the left. Responding to Ophelia without looking, he nodded calmly. "Da." Most of the people around them, being restaurant workers and businessmen, and definitely not adventurers, became quite panicked, immediately running out....and then back inside as the bandits storm the restaurant, preparing to pillage and plunder.

Ridley and Vlad immediately got off their stools, and both nodded as well at Ophelia.

"SHOWTIME!", Mosa roared out, before grabbing his stool and clubbing bandits at once with it. The stool may be (relatively) small, but Mosa was enormous, and just one, well-timed swing was enough to take down five bandits, with the splinters of the poor stool scattering everywhere. Bullets bounced off his skin, and beams were shrugged off by the viciously grinning Mosa. "Ophelia, comrade, what do you say we go pummeling bandits?!", he yelled boisterously as he punched a beastman bandit's head off with a vicious crushing noise. He then turned around, and pulled back his fist "TOGETHER!", before delivering a wide haymaker to destroy three more bandits. Mosa then ducked a sword-swinging bandit's slash, before grabbing his waist with his long, oversized arms, and slamming him forward in a vicious piledriver.

Ridley generated his ice shield, and planted it to the ground, using it to tank all of the bandit's attacks while moving slowly towards them, dragging his mace at the same time. When the goons surround him, he lifted his mace, and swung it in a wide arc, taking them all at once.

Vlad constantly moved, dodging, leaping, crouching, and flipping to avoid the bandits. She drew her sword, and became preoccupied with decapitating quite a few thugs.


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Megahertz watched as Gelon curled up like a baby, cringing when the needle was plunged into his skin. She became anxious as the medics seemed to take forever to arrive, looking around and fidgeting.....until Graves' announcement was spread throughout the entire ship. She looked at Sentinel in horror, and as she glanced to the side, she could see bandits pouring into the boulevard.

"Shiiiiiiitt!!!!", she screeched out, before looking back at the very much in pain Gelon. Sighing, she reached and tried carrying Gelon. "Hngh!" Though she had a bit of a difficulty, she eventually managed to put him over her shoulder. "Sentinel, we gotta get out of here!", Megahertz pressed, unwilling to wait for medics which may not even arrive.

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Deunan looked up as she and Quin heard the announcement, becoming quite worried. Bandits? Here? She thought they were joking too....until they heard the gunfire, raging fires, and explosions in the distance. Quin barely moved...or emoted...at the whole thing, before simply saying, "New plan.", and hovering towards the exit. The eyes on her arm cannons lit up, and the maws wiggle as they open, dripping green, slimy lubricant with a low, rumbling growl. She looked back at her group, and then forward, as if telling them to follow her.

Deunan was taken aback by Quin's simple statement. Was she implying they go out there right now and fight the bandits? That's crazy! As Quin wandered towards the door, she said in annoyance,"Hey, wait now!"...before finally realizing Cubey was tangled in some ropes behind them. With a nervous smile on her face, she leaped over the ropes and pulled at him. "Now now Cu- HNGH - bey!". These ropes were way too damn stretchy, she thought. Eventually, though, she successfully pulled him out of the ropes. Lifting up the wriggling Beastman, she looked at the snack dispenser as well, her jaw dropping and her eyes turning googly from hunger. "Me tooooo....", she whispered.

Suddenly, they heard another explosion close by.

"UWAAAH!!!", Deunan almost dropped Cubey from surprise, and then ran towards the waiting Quin and Lekan. "That'll have to wait Cubey!!"

Quin paused until Deunan and Cubey were right in front of them, and then she turned to Lekan.

"You lead.", she blurted out. Simple and to the point, and yet vague at the same time. She stared at Lekan directly eye to eye though, showing that she was not joking.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Sentinel stood there calmly as the announcement came on over the PA system. Something is definitely not right, he thought. Looking over to the boarding area, he zoomed his sight sensors, clearly making out what was happening down there. Just as his vision finished focusing on the area, raiders began to pour out of the tube. Dozens of them. Running rampant, they began destroying everything, shooting those that got in their way. But it wasn't them that interested Sentinel. It was the man behind them. Jeremy Graves.

Hands settled slowly over his particle cannons, drawing the weapons away from his legs. Charging one, he pointed it straight at Graves, a dead-eye shot that would kill or incapacitate anything without a good amount of armor. It seemed Graves was looking at Sentinel, a smile flickering over his face before the man disappeared, consumed by shadows. Cursing, Sentinel shot, such a brief delay that it almost didn't matter. But it was too late, Graves had escaped.

Turning back to Gelon and Megahertz, he calmed himself down. Now was not the time to get revenge. Nodding as they spoke, he regarded Gelon. Upon being asked for a gun, Sentinel shook his head, responding, "I work with better with two guns. Do not worry though, you'll be fine." Striding off, he led the small group to the upper quarters, shooting any bandit that got in his way, which happened to be none. It seemed they hadn't gotten to this area yet. For now, he had to get Gelon to his residence.




Jeremy saw a flicker of movement off to his side and turned his gaze towards a distant terrace, a subtle feeling drawing his eyes to that point. Faintly, he made out a robotic shape, one he knew quite well. Smiling, he muttered, "It seems we meet again Sentinel." Cloaking with his latent magic abilities, he dodged off to the side immediately, barely avoiding a particle beam that lanced through the position he had just occupied.

Dusting himself off, he stood up and looked around at those near him, the ten most trusted members of his mafia serving as bodyguards during this endeavor. "While the rest do what they can to cause havoc, I want you to go and secure some hostages of seemingly important status. Bring them to the engine room. Kill them if anyone tries to free them, otherwise do nothing but wait. I have some business to take care of with an old friend."

Nodding, the elite group began loping off into the corridors of the ship, hunting for people to take hostage. Graves knew they would do their job. The rest of the force was simply to buy him time. Expendable. Stepping into a nearby lift, he entered the code for the bridge, heading for Drakov's offices. If Boris was anywhere on this ship, it was there. Looking out over the vista as he ascended, he saw fires raging around the ship, buildings ransacked and important pieces of equipment destroyed. Bodies lay sprawled all over the ship, most belonging to the unlucky "heroes" who got in the way of the thugs.

Such was not the case everywhere. Thirty thugs surrounded a sushi bar, being held off by three individuals: two Beastmen and an ice elemental. Graves chuckled as Mosa slammed a stool into five of the bandits. Simpletons, the Dagojouiisian raiders. Most of his mafia were engaging less obviously dangerous foes.

A ding alerted him to the door opening, and Graves turned to face the bridge, still cloaked by his magic. Sweat beaded on his forehead at the effort. Raising his machine gun and twisting his mouth, he whispered, "Daddy's home," before proceeding to fill the space before him with kinetic and energy projectiles. It was a fine day for a massacre.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Megahertz shook her head at Gelon's request. "..Sorry, I...don't like carrying, much less using, guns.", a tone of discomfort laced with apology in her voice. She looked around and down the boulevard, quickly formulating a plan in her head, oblivious to Sentinel's staredown with Graves. She only glanced back at her android knight when he responded to Gelon's question.

She nodded and followed Sentinel as he lead the group through the bandit infestation, covering behind him as Sentinel took out the bandits easily. She winced as a bright explosion occurred nearby. "Megahertz. You can call me Megahertz....g-good to meet you, Gelon.", Megahertz politely stated, while her heart raced in the high-tension situation.

Soon enough, as more and more of the bandits fell prey to Sentinel's dual guns, they arrived at the upper class living quarters. Quite predictably, this place had become a prime target for the mafia. They can see a group of burly Beastmen and armored humans using an enormous battering ram to smash through an upper class family's home, and another skinny bandit hurling a pompous-looking man out of the window of his own house...and into his own gory death.

"...Well, s-shit.", Megahertz nervously stated as she took in the surroundings. She was just hoping the bandits hadn't raided their home yet. She's lost WAY too many assets already from the library assault. She glanced at Gelon, and asked, "So, which one's your place?!"

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The bridge crew could barely react. One of them shouted, "WE'RE UNDER ATTA-", but was not even able to finish his sentence as Graves killed him, and everyone else around him. Blood and gore splattered everwhere, and the smell of cooked flesh filled the air, thanks to Graves' energy bullets. A pair of heavily armored Synthetic Knightguards rush towards him carrying drill lances, their energy shields quickly drained by his energy bullets, and their armor riddled with his kinetic bullets.

One of the Knightguards fell to its knees and was disabled, its previously shiny silver armor tarnished with black bullet holes and burn marks, while the other one got close enough to Graves to attempt a desperate stab towards the gangster's abdomen!

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Mosa grinned with approval at Ophelia's quiet statement. He thought that her mutilation of the bandits was a bit........much....., but he figured everyone had their own ways, and the bandits had it coming. They drew their weapons first, and deserve whatever fate their weakness brought them.

The bandits groan, gasp, scream, and sputter as Ophelia's knives descended upon them. He walked besides Ophelia with a swagger, his bulletproof body shooking off most of the attacks, and he only bothered to shield the areas around his eyes with his enormous hands. Just then, he noticed Graves' top liutenants as they dragged their crying, kicking, and screaming hostages towards the engine room.

"Hmmmm.", Mosa pondered while holding a bandit's face with one of his hands. He turned around and swung that bandit into a leaping beastman's face, before facing Ophelia again. "WELL! What do you say we do from here, eh? Mosa CURIOUS!" He yelled out that last part as he threw himself backwards and sat on a sneaking Beastman's face, caving his skull in. He stood back up, and lets out a glorious laughter, before continuing to smash through hordes of bandits with nothing more than his own two fists. He fights like a beast, but that does not mean he thinks like one. His attacks are heavy, yet slow, which is why timing is everything. He may not be quick enough to avoid the bullets flying in his direction, but he is more than quick enough to nearly always land a hit. And when it's Mosa, one or two hits is enough to end his opponents.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Graves's lieutenants dragged about a dozen screaming people through the hall, some unconscious after being knocked out for struggling. None of them took very well to defiance in any form. Those still awake were herded by a few of the mafia members, the rest keeping guard at the front and back of the small group. Walking through the defiled halls, none blinked an eye at the dismembered bodies strewn about, gaping holes where chests or heads used to be. Every once in a while, a raider or mafia member lay dead, struck down by a defender. Pangs of remorse ran through some as they saw dead friends or beloved rivals from the mafia. The rest of the cadavers were of no import.

Passing by one of the shops, they heard gun fire and screams dying down. No more whooping emanated from the place, meaning whoever was there had won against whatever raiders they had encountered. Catching a glimpse of a Beastman and an unknown creature, they passed the opportunity, intent on obeying their orders.

Reaching the engine room, the leader yelled, "All roighty then, y'all prisoners gets in the back. Don't try no funny business or youse gets a bullet in yer brains." Complying, the hostages filed through into the massive area, the humming of the engine drowning most sounds. As the rest of the mafia members went through, the leader radioed Graves, "Hostages secure." Cutting off the connection, he stepped into the room with the rest of the gangsters.




Sentinel watched impassively as Gelon torched the few raiders attempting to break into the residence he inhabited. While a flamethrower was not a very practical weapon in most cases, it certainly completed the task as well as his particle cannons would have. Much less efficient, all the same.

Glancing at the vent that Gelon had indicated, Sentinel nodded. If there was no other way then Megahertz would have to crawl through the tiny space. Looking at the mangled doorway, he began shaking his head. Overriding the security system wouldn't do much. It might unlock it, but the thing was jammed as it was. Extending an arm to motion the other two backwards, he took up position in front of the door. "Be careful."

Pulling his fist back as for as he could, Sentinel began charging his telekinetic module once again. It had seen more use in the past two days than in the past year combined. As soon as it reached something he thought would be sufficient, Sentinel catapulted himself forward, smashing his fist into the door just as the energy wave was blasted at the object, hopefully breaking it down.




Jeremy's face remained passive as he mowed down the room, bullets tearing through metal and flesh alike. He felt nothing but pity for them. They could have chosen a much better employer, he thought. Two synthetic Knightguards appeared, advancing towards him quickly with drill staffs raised. Ammunition tore through one of the Knights, causing it to collapse, a husk of metal. The other had glancing damage but not enough to stop it from stabbing at Graves. Sidestepping the blow, he released his grasp on the machine gun and pointed a finger at the synthetic.

"N'kar!" he shouted, a command word for the paltry magic he commanded. A bolt of shadow flew from his extended hand. While too weak to deal damage to most forms of modern protection, it would stun, in his opinion, anything for a brief moment at the least. As the projectile flew, he stepped forward and drew a power knife from a sheath inside his jacket. Darting his hand forward, he aimed a stab at the Knightguards core, a killing blow.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Megahertz watched the sight of the burning and shriveling Beastmen with a bit of a shiver as she received flashbacks from just a day before. She quickly shook her head and banished the thought, following Gelon to his door. "Well, that's just great!", she distressedly remarked when Gelon mentioned the door panel being too damaged to use. She looked at the vent as well, but before she could agree or disagree, Sentinel came up with his own solution. She took a step back and winced as Sentinel demolished the door with one hit, watching as the splinters fall around them. "You're a life saver!", she excitedly yelled out with a grin, before looking at Gelon.

"C'mon!", she told the one-armed mercenary, and ran inside.


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"Da!", Mosa nodded at Ophelia's words, smiling. "Mosa can't help but be curious." Responding to Ophelia's analysis, he chuckled. "Gu ha ha ha! Bandits aren't usually smartest tools in the shed, yes?" Mosa turned to look at the entryway to the engine room again. "Hmmm. Mosa gonna do stupid thing and take a look. You free to do what you want!", Mosa said with a carefree tone. Ophelia had more than proven to be capable of taking care of herself. Cracking his knuckles, he charged towards the engine room as the doors were closing. He very nearly made it......but he wasn't fast enough, and the door closed in front of him.

Bullets continue to bounce all over Mosa's body. The snarling Beastman turned around, and grabbed a larger, crab-like beastman behind him, before slamming him to the massive blast door. Over, and over, and over again, as he tried to smash his way through the door. When the crab-like beastman shattered into pieces from repeated abuse, Mosa clasped both his hands, leaned slightly to the right, and shoulder tackled the door, with no visible desire to stop.

"HEEEEERE'S MOSA!", he roared gleefully, reveling in the high tension.

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The bolt shadow stunned the Knightguard at the right moment, giving the swift gangster enough time to draw his knife and skewer the synthetic, the blade coming out the other side of the tarnished armor. Graves could see the light literally going out in its eyes, as its entire body fell limp and became useless.

At the end of the corpse-riddled bridge was the room to Drakov's private quarters. Strangely enough, he did not bother to lock it. Perhaps he thought his knightguards would be good enough. Or rather.....he had one more trick up his sleeve.

In his room, Boris clasped his hands....and waited with his eyes closed. When he heard his last Knightguard sizzling, he opened his eyes a peek and glanced to his side, where his trusted con-woman and second in command Beatrice Schwartz was. He smirked and nodded, whispering smoothly;

"He's coming. Entertain our friend for a bit, won't you my dear?"


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"Yessir!", Deunan saluted with one hand at Lekan's orders. He sounded so professional, she had utmost confidence in him. Drawing her beam charger, Deunan set it to low power before crouching behind some crates. She kept an eye out on her surroundings. Just remember what Halcyon taught you, she thought. Head down, breath steady, eyes focused.

Quin watched Lekan calmly, nodding with approval at how calm he was handling the whole situation. She paid attention as Lekan crafted the drones. What a convenient tool! She flexed her cannons' maws eagerly as Lekan gave his gesture.

"Hey, what the-?!"

The bandits' attention were diverted to the drones. Lekan and co. could see Mosa trying to tear down a blast door to the engine room. Quite...eagerly, at that. The bandits tried their best to shoot down the drones, but their aim was awful and frantic. Quin hovered behind the group, leaning forward slightly to give herself more speed. Without directly looking, her shoulder eyes occassionally fired one, two, three yellow beams at the bandit thugs who spotted them, guarding the colorful group as they slip by the mayhem.

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Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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The Ishkavi stood at 5 ft. 8 inches. Her host a beast-woman had light brown hair, and fluffy cat-like ears. The Ishkavi trademark antenna were slicked back into the hair pulsing with the neon green energy. Her eyes a solid neon green color, like the antennas, pulsed with energy and life. She had a transparent visor, small and not easily noticeable, covering her left eye. Beatrice wore a standard Darkov officer uniform tight fitting and leaves little to the imagination. Her tail she never got use to, swung about freely being a nuisance as ever. Her arms were equipped with a special gauntlet pulsating with the same color as both her antennas and eyes.

Beatrice without looking back down at Boris, her higher up and close friend, walks out of the room and onto the bridge connecting to Boris's private chambers. She stares at Jeremy, and then his massive weapon. The gun starts to short circuit and sparks fly from its kinetic centrifuge. "One tip darling." She says in a flirtatious manner. "Don't try to fight your opponent with their tech. It might come to bite you in the arse." The gauntlets on Beatrice's arms begin to power up until both eject a fully weaponized plasma blade.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Stepping aside so the others could step in, Sentinel glanced around the area. It didn't seem like there were any more bandits in the immediate vicinity. Most of the fighting seemed to be dying down. The bandits may have had the element of surprise but they were vastly outnumbered on the ship. Which meant they must have had some other purpose in boarding the vessel.

Meeting back up with Megahertz and Gelon, he noticed that the residence was much like their own. Probably for money-saving purposes and organization as personalizing each 'house' would have been much more expensive and time consuming. Listening to Gelon as he talked, Sentinel unhooked his cannons once again and leaned against the door. "I shall stay and protect you from whatever is left. Do not worry about that." Looking over at Megahertz, he awaited her response.




As the last mafia gangster entered the engine room and closed the door, a band emanated from the portal. Turning around, all the members drew their weapons and pointed them at the door. If something was going to come through, it wouldn't come through healthily. Motioning four members towards the group of hostages, the leader yelled over the din, "Take them to the back of the engine room. If you hear fighting start up and no all-clear from us, you know what to do."

Nodding, the small group once again herded the prisoners down the passageways, ending up in a place close enough to hear whatever happened at the doorway yet hidden from that area. Gunfire sounded from outside the doorway shortly after the pounding, screams of pain mingled with the buzzing of energy blasts. Stepping forward, the leader placed his ear to the door as the dying began to cut out. It seemed that whatever raiders attempted an attack were alive no longer. About to move back, the man was blasted backwards as the door almost caved in, a crocodile shaped imprint on the door's thick metal. Groggily standing, the men took out his own weapons and took cover behind a piece of machinery.

"That door won't stand another hit. Whatever is coming through, it's big. As soon as it falls, let fly with everything you have!" he shouted. Complying, the other 5 gangsters took up their own positions, aiming various weapons at the portal to the outside. They weren't willing to go down easy.




Graves stepped over the dead body of the Knightguard, extricating the power knife from the metal. Deactivating the power field, he wiped away the synthetic fluid from the blade before sheathing it. Taking up his gun and hefting it over his shoulder, Graves made his way through the dead bodies. One man was still alive, breathing shallowly as blood bubbled from a tear in his leg. Crouching down next to the man, Graves removed his hat. Fear filled the crewman's eyes, slowly dimming as the loss of blood began to take its toll on his mind. As the last spark of life was extinguished, Graves said a short prayer over the man. He was not one to disrespect the dead.

Replacing his hat on his head, he proceeded to move towards Drakov's personal room just as Beatrice stepped out. Standing just as tall as Graves, he examined the Beast-woman. Or rather, what used to be a Beast-woman, he thought as he saw the tell-tale glowing eyes and antennas of an Ishkavi corpse-walker. As she began speaking sparks flew from the gun next to his face. Burning him slightly, he laughed heartily and tossed away the now useless weapon. Bowing to the woman, he declared, "It is a pleasure to meet you, servant of Boris. A most interesting surprise you provided me."

Watching as the two plasma blades extended from the gauntlets on her hand, he thought over the wiseness of the course he had taken. Almost instantly, he decided it had been worth it. It had been a long time since he participated in combat. The travails of the God-father were great indeed. Drawing a pistol from his hip holster, he threw the weapon out to the side, useless if his opponent could simply cause it to shut down. Transferring the knife to his left hand, he reached back into his coat and drew out another power weapon. Making a small whipping motion, the small rod extended into a two foot baton, a less powerful but longer-ranged weapon that would allow him to more effectively block the plasma blades.

Taking up a battle stance, he smiled at the Ishkavi, "No need for us to fight, I simply wish to talk with my old friend. I promise you that no harm will come to him from me. The same can't be said for you, however."

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Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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"I'm sorry love, I regret to inform you that Mr. Darkov is not available for meetings right now. He gives his deepest condolences." She says mocking the gangster. "Ooh, are you trying to compensate for something?" She says snickering at the pathetic rod graves wields. "It's okay sweetie, size isn't everything."

Examining the area she knew that, with his current weapons, victory would be about 87.0001% for her. Jeremy wielded a power knife, something that her plasma blades would not be able to slice up, and a metal rod. The thought of him wielding a rod against her made Beatrice giggle a bit as she analyzed the situation. Even if he would somehow turn the weapon on, she would just turn it against him. The Ishkavi stood her ground, thinking that the mobster would expect a direct assault. She raised her gauntlets to a battle stance and prepared for the first blow.

"Im sorry sir, but Darkov industries does not take threats from those wishing to do it harm. Beatrice continues to mock Graves. "Prepare to be terminated permanently."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Graves sighed as the Ishkavi continued to taunt him, proceeding into her own battle stance. He know that in terms of weaponry, he was outmatched. While the power knife would be able to counter the plasma, it was much shorter in range. The metal rod was nothing special; at most it would take a hit or two from the plasma blades until it disintegrated. Activating it wouldn't do match as was shown by his now ruined gun.

Dropping his stance, he began backing towards the view port overlooking the ship. "Your petty insults are beginning to tire me. We both know the most likely outcome if we were to clash; I simply cannot compete against your weapons with what I have. An accord, perhaps. I leave, and you don't do anything."

Gazing longingly at the gun lying ruined, he felt tempted to charge her. Graves had put countless hours of care into building the weapon and now it was ruined by this parasitic scum. He was loathe to leave it. Glancing down, he smirked, "Tell you what. I'm not going to kill you now. I'll let some of my more...promiscuous men have their way with you and then tie a good, old-fashioned noose around your neck." Engaging the rod's plasma field in his hand out of sight, he launched it towards Beatrice before activating his magical invisibility and darting off to the side, throwing a shadow bolt to stun her.




As Mosa burst through the door, the gangsters began to fire. Everything struck the massive Beastman yet he remained unfazed. Three were knocked down, another decapitated by Mosa's bite. The last looked to the rest of his companions. They had already decided before hand that were there to be a breach, a few would stay behind to delay whatever pursuit there was. Locking eyes with the three briefly, the leader saluted before running down the aisle to where the rest of the group was with the hostages.

"Time to work boys," he snarled. Impassive faces stared as the screaming hostages were gunned down and thrown in the hallway. One member fished an explosive charge from his bag and planted it on a nearby engine. Setting a ten-second timer, he joined the rest as they fled towards the back of the ship.

Back at the entrance, the remaining three were getting up. One was smashed by the head of the decapitated gangster and fell groaning, unconscious. The other two lay down their weapons, seeing the futility of fighting. Both had cyanide capsules in their mouths and power knives in their sleeves in case they needed to escape. Just as they were getting down, the high explosive on the engine detonated, sending reverberations throughout the entire ship, incinerating one of the engine blocks.




Sentinel watched as an Elemental and a Beastwoman crashed through the wall of the house, three bandit corpses sprawled before them. Simply watched. The fighting was starting to annoy him; there would be plenty of that later. Listening to them talk, he turned towards the entrance of the house as the rumbling took up. They were right, something big was coming.

"I suggest we-" Sentinel was cut off as an explosion tore through the ship, knocking him down. Even his stabilizers were overwhelmed by the power of the blast. Getting up quickly, he activated his particle cannons, readying himself to destroy any threat.

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Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Beatrice sees the rod activate through her visor. Darkov industries standard plasma baton, it was hard to find non-Darkov weaponry nowadays. Before the rod had even left Grave's hand its effects are completely nullified and with one swipe of her right hand the baton is cut into two and falls to the ground.

When she tunes her eyes back to where the mobster had been she sees nothing. "Ooh is that how you like it big boy." She begins to mock him even more. "As fun as that sounds, I'm not really the kind of girl that enjoys gang rape and bondage." Her tone is flirtatious and her expression is playful, but her intent is to kill.

The shadow bolt hits her like a powerful condensed ball of wind, it almost sends Beatrice to her knees. It didn't hurt as much, as it knocked the wind out of someone. Beatrice flinches hard but not enough to reveal a break in her defense. If that was all the mobster had, he was completely screwed. The blast as interesting as it had been, would be very easy to dodge the next time it came flying at her. Not only that but with him casting another shadow ball, he would reveal his location and within seconds be a pile of minced meat.

"Is that it love, its gonna take way more to satisfy a girl of my needs." Beatrice continues to mock the pathetic attempts of Jeremy.

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Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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(Computer derped out, posted twice)

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Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Graves sighed softly as the rod was cut into two pieces, falling inert at Beatrice's feet. His shadow bolt didn't have much effect either. It may have winded her a bit, but even if it had done more, he was much too far to do anything at this point. Tossing the knife from hand to hand, he thumbed a button on a data pad attached to his wrist. A rumbling shook the ship, causing him to stumble slightly. To have felt it up here either meant it occurred close by or someone had destroyed something quite important.

Righting himself, he strolled over to where his gun lay, dropping the shadow cloak as he picked up the weapon. He began to cast shadow bolts in rapid succession towards Beatrice, retreating towards the view port.

"Now we both know how this would likely end, so it seems we are at an impasse. Please give my apologies to Boris for not being able to meet with him," Graves drawled. By this time, he had pressed himself against the glass of the bridge. "So without further ado, goodbye."

Twirling the knife, he slammed the point into the glass behind him, shattering the material and quick-stepped backwards off the ledge. Landing only a few feet below him on a waiting speeder, he saluted Beatrice as he flew off. As soon as they were out of sight of the bridge, Graves signaled the driver to put him down.

"Meet up with the rest, continue with the plan. I'll be staying here for a bit," Graves ordered. Nodding, the Beastman throttled the vehicle forward, heading off the Realta Nua to the waiting mafia ship. Cloaking himself once again, Graves began to stalk off towards the service corridors, planning to stow away for the rest of the trip.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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(Gelon is not actually here sorry!)

The floor begins to shake under Beatrice's feet, almost making her topple over, but not quite. Had the mobster done this as some sort of last resort? Graves finally reveals himself, and seems to be heading towards the broken gun. Beatrice knows an opening when she sees one, she slowly starts maneuvering through the shadow bolts. She never breaks her defense till she gets to Graves backed up against a glass wall. Now was her time to strike, she readies to pounce on her prey. "Any last words, before I completely destroy you." She says producing a sadistic smile and a lust for his demise. The plasma glows with such intensity that the room illuminates neon green around them, almost as if the blades thirst for Jeremy's blood. So caught up in the moment, Beatrice doesn't account for Grave's next move shattering the glass and falling. Surely he was not dead, but the problem at least for now was taken care of.

Beatrice walks back into the room Boris is accompanying, "The target has escaped, shall I pursue?"

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Jeremy ran through the passageways, checking his datapad constantly, making sharp turns at many intersections. Overhanging pipes and wires were brushed aside as the mobster barreled through the service hallways. Activating his communicator, he ordered, "Oi, whelps. Get your behinds to the set-up point. Wait for me there and make sure you don't get caught."

"Got it boss," came the reply before cutting off. He had established with everyone that when the ship was entered, they were to maintain radio silence except for urgent needs unless they were found by trackers of some sort. Location for meetings had already been established but he wanted to make sure that some of his men were still alive and on the ship before proceeding. Ducking below a low-hanging beam, Graves burst through a door, light flooding his eyes momentarily before they adjusted to the added brightness.

Below him he spotted the raging fires caused by his intrusion, most under control by the survivors of the attack. If the attack was over. At a higher level house were two of the Cazadores, right where Sentinel would be fighting. The other three were in other areas of the ship. He could not pinpoint their locations but their distinctive roars gave him clues. Advancing along the walkway, he maintained his invisibility in case anyone was watching.

An explosion caught his attention, coming from the direction of Sentinel. Looking up he saw one Cazadore had disappeared, presumably into the house. At that moment Sentinel and Ridley were blasted through the walls. Ridley recovered and ran back inside to engage the first Cazadore. Sentinel, however, stood there and an extraordinary change undertook him. With Graves watching in stupefaction, Sentinel began to glow faintly, bolts of lightning shooting from his body. His image began to warp, signs of a massive disturbance in the air around him.

Moving to a sprint, Graves took his eyes off the pair as they engaged, quickly dropping down onto the boulevard not too far from the combatants. Looking up, Graves was shocked to see Sentinel touch his core, seemingly stripped of armor, before being consumed by a golden light. The Cazadore simply disappeared, melting into nothingness. Ducking behind a stand, Graves was nevertheless winded by the power of the explosion.

Popping out, he made his way slowly to Sentinel's inert body. Pain infused him at seeing such a mighty warrior laid low, but even more prevalent was the humility Graves felt at the massive display of power. Crouching by the body, he examined Sentinel's insides, seeing the reactor and telekinetic module heavily damaged, both almost slag heaps. The mainframe was almost undamaged, surprisingly. Connecting his data-pad to a port, he scanned quickly through Sentinel's coding and grinned. Yes, he most definitely could work with this.

A cry of pain came from the house, definitely from the Cazadore. Extending the shadow cloak to cover Sentinel as well, albeit at great concentration, he made his way into the house and observed the small group for a moment before dropping the invisibility except on Sentinel, leaning his inert body against a wall. Extracting a whistle, he locked eyes with the Cazadore, making a small motion before blowing the object. The Greater Beast writhed in pain yet submitted, stunned by the whistle.

Smiling at the three in the house, he announced, "Greetings fellow adventurers. The names Kent. Clark Kent. How may I be of service?"

The setting changes from f-s-s-realta-nua to Stratevaria Galaxy

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Beatrice sprints to sentinel, eager to get her hands on some new toys. She leaps over dead bodies and rushes past a few adventurers fighting a cazadore. The closer she gets the more excited she becomes. Her gauntlets, not yet activated, beam with neon green light as she makes her way to the fallen husk of the war machine.

Beatrice gets there just in time to see something even better. Her good "friend" the mobster is also there. The question still remains, where is sentinel's body, or whats left of it. Beatrice enters the room quietly and kicks Grave's knees making him fall to the floor helplessly. "Whats wrong, aren't you happy to see me darling?" She says with the same sadistic look from before. Beatrice takes out the circular object from her pocket and throws it under the Cazadore. A bluish gas emits from the device, and in the following seconds the cazadore is put to sleep.

Beatrice steps on graves back triumphantly, "Hello kiddos, I am Mrs. Schwartz." She says reaching for the data pad on Grave's arm and synching it with her own. "Oh my, so you were the one to take the data from poor Mr. robot." She says while examining the data. "Speaking of which, where is that dead hunk of junk, his rotting 'corpse' has to be around here somewhere." She finally releases the mobster from her grip and moves over towards megahertz. "My, my what do we have here a young Ishkavi, and a cute one at that." Beatrice says in a very flirtatious manner.

The setting changes from stratevaria-galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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The only warning Graves receives of Beatrice's imminent attack is the sound of feet running through the doorway. Exhaling quickly, he allows himself to fall in a controlled fashion to the floor as the back of his leg is kicked in by Beatrice. With his face pressed against the dust, he remains motionless as she stands on top of him, gloating over her apparent victory.

"A pleasure to see you to, dear, How nice of you to stop by," he responds sarcastically. Yes, his annoyance with the Ishkavi was increasing quite quickly. Maybe he would torture her with pasta if he had the chance. That would certainly be a very interesting proposition, especially considering the soft, flexible nature of the food item. Grunting as his arm was wrenched up from the ground and touched to Beatrice's own. The small ding of a data transfer emanates from his data-pad as his wrist is released from her grip.

He chuckles in a sardonic fashion. "Hope you like Warden code and some fairly common Dagojouiisan combat protocols. Ain't much else in there. Won't teach you how to build him at any rate." As Beatrice stepped off his back, he drew in a ragged breath and flexed his muscles to rid them of the soreness. Physical fitness was something he participated in but he hadn't seen actual combat in a while. He had forgotten the fatigue that accompanied exertion. Knife skills, however, he never gave up. If he could just get another power blade, then he would teach Beatrice a little lesson.

Sitting up as Beatrice confronted the other free, he scoffed at Beatrice as she 'complimented' Megahertz. He responded to Gelon, backing up towards the body of the Cazadore, "I teamed with Sentinel a few times back in the day, and Ms. Schwartz here works for the guy in the sky, aka Drakov. If Drakov had his way, Sentinel would simply be the blueprint for a personal army of his. Isn't that right Beatrice?" By that point he was reclining against the Greater Beast.

Dropping his broken gun onto the floor, he slipped the power knife out of his coat and began sharpening it needlessly. "I know Sentinel wouldn't approve of such an action. That's why he isn't in a military outfit in the first place." Examining the edge, he ran the blade against the skin of the Cazadore, breaking it but not cutting deep enough to draw blood. "So how about you hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more."

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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"Gelon Deskovitch, it seems as if you are suffering from a nano bot deficiency. I would be suprised if you could even the pull the trigger of that gun you are carrying." Without even a moments hesitation, Beatrice hacks into the Darkov weapon and discharges the clip. She then swings her elbow into the arm of the wounded Gelon, she grabs the arm that is flung into the air and pulls the trigger on the pistol. "Relax sweety, I'm not here to hurt you." Beatrice gives a very friendly inviting smile to the mercenary. Her knee shoots up and hits Gelon in the groin sending the already hurting man to his knees. "Much," She says snickering at the sight of both Graves and Deskovitch. She pulls out a small syringe and places it in Gelon's hands. "A gift from Boris, be sure to thank him for sparing your pathetic life."

Beatrice examines the work of Graves digging into the cazadore, "What the hell do you think you are doing 'Kent'?" She says looking angrily towards the mobster now carving up the fallen beast. Before receiving an answer she turns to look back at megahertz. Beatrice's eyes wandering up and down along the young Ishkavi's body. "So darling, can you tell me where I can find your robot friend?" Beatrice says putting on her best friendly and compassionate voice. Beatrice turns her head to Ridley. "How about you Popsicle, Boris will be more then impressed if one of his own were to find something of this expense." She says pulling out a stack of credits from inside her shirt.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Gelon slump to the ground and nearly couldn't stay together as he was handed the syringe and was kicked in the groin "I think Kent is right" he said and inject himself "that is why I ask you too leave without any data. I might work for Boris but that doesn't mean I agree with everything" he said as he got up and his vision returned "and I won't ask again nicely, so hand over the data and leave" he said and grabbed a medium sized melee weapon, this time no fancy technology to put him out of the game "your welcome to help Kent"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Darkstar Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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One by one, the lions fall. The remaining adventurers aboard the Realta Nua put up a most impressive fight. Boris eyed each and every one of them. Yes. These were the people he needed: these were the survivors that Graves have provided him. Boris honestly felt thankful, and made a mental note to return the favor later. Ophelia the Lunatic, Wicked King Mosa, Black Bolt Beatrice, Frozen Vanguard Ridley, Graves the Gangster, the Ondari and the Wardens, Veteran Quin Veta, that pirate wretch, 'Super Duper' Cubey, the enigmatic snek, and....'Clockwork'. Only today's survivors will be worthy to fight in Battlefield Stratevaria.

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Only one Cazadore remained, and it had been fighting Mosa. The blue gator shoved, punched, and tackled the fire lion with all his might, quickly wearing down the creature. "HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!", Mosa roared and laughed with bloodthirsty glee. Jumping on top of the greater beast's head, his long, enormous hands gripped onto its prominent fangs, and pulled, snapping each fang in half violently. In a fit of rage, the beast entered into overdrive, and covered its entire body in flames, forcing Mosa to leap off its head with flaming pants.

"AAAGGGHFFFFF!", Mosa yelled out in frustation as he fell to the ground, and rolled around in a rather indignified manner, as he tried to put the fire out.

Meanwhile, Ophelia, Cubey, and Lekan could watch as, under the broken artificial sunset, the Ondari, the Warden, Deunan, Quin, and K2 finished off the last remaining Cazadore. It lets out one last, agonized scream - not even a roar, a scream, - before bursting into flames and disintegrating into ash.

Ash fell on the broken interior of the Realta Nua. the blaring alarm felt like ambient noise by now, the bodies of fellow adventurers and civillians strewn about around the adventurers. Brave adventurers, innocent, terrified civillians. Only fighting for their lives, they became a casualty in this terror. As Mosa's battle-lust died down, his expression became visibly horrified. With smoke still rising from his pants,he looked around, taking in the sight of every dead man, woman, and children around him. Flashbacks about the Galactic War proceeded to assault him over and over again, and he became completely still, with that horrified expression frozen into his face.

Quin closed her cannons, and did not look at anybody else. Not the dead, not the living. She gazed to the ceiling, above everyone else, making sure nobody would be able to see her face.

Deunan looked at everyone with a smile on her face, pumping a fist in the air. "We did it!........ Guys!!....Guys?" She was confident, impulsive...until she caught sight of the dead. Her shoulders sag and her smile faded. They had won, but...at what cost? She slowly glanced at Cubey at the corner, feeling a great worry for the man child. She then looked around, at the Cazadores. Her eyes dimmed with sadness, as she saw the expression on each of the great lions. Hatred. Agony. Despair. The Cazadores may have been the "Bad guys", but...was killing them so brutally really necessary?, Deunan pondered.

Deunan decided to think of such matters for another day. For now, she walked towards Lekan, Ophelia, and Cubey. She looked at each of them with a warm and genuine smile. She could almost feel the doubtness, anger, and grief in them. But this was why she chose to be a singer. She hoped to bring a little bit of joy, no matter how difficult, into people's lives. After a brief moment, she spoke up. "Hey, guys...."

A brief pause.

Then she tilted her head, winked, and gave a thumbs up. "Good job."

Ozma looked over at her sister and the three aliens while huddling in a corner behind an alley. He never understood why her sister cared so much about these dirty aliens. Despite being siblings, they were complete opposites. Deunan radiated love from all her being, while Ozma spew hate from every one of his holes. He could not help but feel jealous...but at the same time, he could not help but love her. And that was why, as much as he hated his father, he will not let any harm fall on his sister.

Darkstar's voice resurfaced in Byatis' head. "Byatis. Your contract has been updated. The client and the terms has changed, but the target remains the same." Darkstar proceeded to mark Anguirre Knight's location - he entered the ship a few minutes ago. He was injured along the way, and is currently riding the elevator up towards the bridge. If Byatis retains the element of surprise, he should be able to kill the protector with one well-placed sneak attack.


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As Ciril scanned the ship, he found a peculiar activity in the upper class district. The last half an hour of fighting was focused so much on the park..and yet, a sizeable number of people had remained there - a gangster, a Drakov officer, an ishkavi woman, a one-armed mercenary, an ice elemental, and a fallen Cazadore. They were in a bit of a standoff. It seemed rather...suspicious.

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Megahertz breathed a sigh of relief as 'Clark Kent' entered the house. As anticlimactic as it was, and as much as she felt bad for Gelon for missing the chance to prove himself (again), at least it was all over. Ridley rested on one knee and planted his shield on the ground, still on guard as 'Clark Kent' entered. He stared up at him cautiously and suspiciously, but decided to hold his tongue for now.

Before they could answer Graves' polite request though, Beatrice came in to kick at Graves, causing Megahertz to jolt back in surprise, and Ridley to tilt his head. "H-Hey-!!",Megahertz began to protest, but before she could say much, she saw Beatrice move a little too close for her comfort. She blushed a bit and at the same time stuttered, feeling very, very awkward despite slightly appreciating the comment. "I.. d-don't b-b-b-bend that way."

Ridley shrugged. "We've no idea where he was! Maybe he blew up.", he nonchalantly said.

Megahertz turned to Ridley and snapped at him,"Don't jump to conclusions!!"

They proceeded to watch as Beatrice approached Gelon. Ridley visibly flinched when Beatrice kneed the one armed mercenary in the grotch, while Megahertz looked on with a very worried expression. "Gelon!!", she shouted.

Ridley rolled his single eye. It seemed like he would just have to live with the ice puns. He eyed the credits Beatrice pulled out, becoming quite enticed. Had he actually known where Sentinel was...

"Look! We don't know where he was!! We were focused on that Cazadore, we barely got to do anything! Right??", Megahertz panickedly spoke, glancing at Ridley and Gelon to gain their support. She then backed away further from Beatrice when she eyed her up and down. A chill ran up her spine, and her hands tremble as she place them on the wall.

Ridley nodded, shrugging a bit. "Look, 'catbug, I'm just here for the money. I'd tell you where the robot went if I knew, but I don't, so I won't."

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Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Ciril knew he had to act fast to see the rest of this confrontation in the upper levels. This was the secondary part of his mission after all. He nimbly leaped over wreckage and fallen bodies, passing Clockwork and K2 along the way. "I'll see you two later. I still have work to do. ... Take care now." he said, seeing them unharmed. He touched his forehead with the tip of his head coil as a sort of casual salute and wave goodbye, and dashed off again, returning once again to the air vents.
Once inside the wiry Snek was easily able to move through the ship unseen. It was not long before he hovered above the motley assortment below. One was doubled over from just being kicked. Ah yes...he recognized him. Gelon Deskovich. He had read his file a long time ago. Interesting that he was still alive There were some new faces here as well, and some he had seen wandering about the ship, like the ice elemental, and Megahertz who had some rather..interesting connections that he had traced while finding her housing unit. Ciril removed his sunglasses and peered closer through the slots in the vent to figure out who was on who's side. Truth was, he was suspicious of Boris Drakov but this turn of events making him the victim was unexpected. He focused in on Graves who he had determined to be the brains behind this mess. Something in the back of his mind was also worrying what became of Byatis, who was a loose cannon as far as he was concerned...

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Graves stared impassively at Beatrice as she droned on, smiling sardonically as she yelled at him. In response, he activated the power field on the blade and allowed the weapon to sink slowly into the Cazadore. Trembles rippled through the beast's body, unconscious reactions to the extreme physical pain coursing from the point of contact. Such useful items, powered objects.

Flicking the blade into an off position, he began flourishing the knife, afforded nothing else to do. Looking pointedly at Beatrice, he stated, "I, dearest, was simply testing out the effectiveness of my current weapon on a sufficiently sturdy target. Unless of course you would like to let me use you as practice." Grinning wolfishly, he moved to throw the knife. The blade shot forward, hilt sliding along Graves' palm blindingly fast, before arresting itself at his fingertips. Pirouetting the knife, he tucked it back into his sleeve.

Nodding sagely at Gelon as he picked up a weapon, Graves muttered a brief thanks before imperceptibly stiffening. Loosening the blade in his sleeve, he stood still as his synthetically enhanced senses picked up sound coming from above him. Glancing upwards, he stared at the vent in the ceiling of the room. Placing a finger to his lips in a sarcastic command of silence, he wondered who could possibly be watching them. If it hadn't been for a brief lull in the noise, he would never have detected whoever it was. Not that Graves cared much who found him for the moment. Everyone who wanted him dead or captured was somewhere else; not all were in the realm of the living, that he had made sure of.

Yawning, he stretched his arms, making small motions with his hands as he chanted under his breath. With much of his concentration already being poured into cloaking Sentinel, the incantation was taxing his physical strength instead of his willpower. Dropping his hands to his waist, still making small motions, he smiled. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. I thank you all for being so kind as to attend me at my court. I fear that pressing matters draw me away at the moment. Thank you." With the cessation of his sentence, he uttered the last word of the spell and made a casting motion towards the ground. Shadow flowed from his hand in a thick stream, inky blackness consuming all sight. Within seconds, the substance filled the room, obscuring all vision except his until they activated an advanced sensor. In that brief time, he cloaked himself, stumbling from exhaustion as he did so. Jogging over to Sentinel, he lifted the frame of the once-mighty warrior, grunting with effort, before setting off.

Once clear of the building, he made his way back to the service tunnels, threading once again through the pipes and wires. Checking his data pad for the map, he slowly wound his way to the meeting area where his six surviving officers were. Entering the room, he snapped twice before dropping the cloaks on both him and Sentinel. Leaning the synthetic's body against the wall, he slumped next to it.

"You ok, boss?" queried one of the gangsters, a squat synthetic.

Laughter seized Graves as he though of his predicament. Uncomfortably, the others filed out of the room, leaving him alone. Laughter turned to wheezing yet continued. Oh no, he wasn't ok. He was victorious.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Beatrice is starting to like the mobster more and more. Their interactions, as violent and deadly as they are, proved to be entertaining to her. "Oh heavens no, you should know I am not that kind of girl." She says looking directly at megahertz licking her lips with her long cat-like tongue. Beatrice's ears twitch lightly at the sound of Gelon's voice. Her expression, which is only visible to Ridley and Megahertz. Changes from a seductive playful face, to a terrifying and gruesome grin. The cat-like Ishkavi starts laughing hysterically as she turns around to confront her prey. Her head is tilted upwards slightly and madness is etched into her sadistic smile. Her neon green eyes beam with energy and her gauntlets buzz with power. "What did you just fucking say to me?"

Graves interrupts the "show" by motioning everyone to be quiet, in the next moment the mobster is gone. When the shadow magic finally clears, Beatrice looks to her right seeing apart of sentinel's damaged armor. Her grin fades to an expression of complete anger, he had been cloaking the robot the entire time. "Do you know who I am?! You cannot fathom what I am capable of, I am your superior IN EVERY FUCKING WAY!" She says lashing out at Gelon. She sends a signal to all nano bots located within the mercenaries arms to power off. "YOU LOW LIFE PIECE OF TRASH, YOU THINK YOU CAN ORDER ME AROUND?! I COULD KILL YOU IN MERE SECONDS WITH A FUCKING THOUGHT!" She activates one of her gauntlets extending the plasma blade. "I AM YOUR FUCKING GOD! WHEN I SAY WALK, YOU WALK! WHEN I SAY STOP, YOU FUCKING STOP! AND WHEN I SAY BOW, YOU BOW! Beatrice sends a signal to the nano bots in his lower legs, powering them down. Gelon drops helplessly to his knees, as beatrice puts the plasma near the man's neck. "Is that understood Mr. Deskovitch?" She says calming down a bit, but the remnants of her outrage still apparent on her face.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Gelon grins and sighs "no" he simply says and punches with the handel of the blade against the side of her knee "megahertz go to Ridley!" He ordered her and got up and away from the plasma blades "I have no god cause I have my own faith in my hands" he said and jab the sword through plasma blade wrist bands "and you mess with the wrong mercenary" he said before he head butted her and let her fall on her back "I wanted to let you go unharmed but now you just ask for a beating, you see I can function just fine as long the 'controllers' are inside me, special nanobots that don't decay and make your signals useless cause the say ON!" he said and hold the blade on the ground "what would happen if I just rip one of those tentacles out? Mmmm? I bet a lot of pain" he said as he sit down on her hips and arke forward in the same way he had Deunan pinned "you know why you can't deactivate my controller nanobots? Cause they are me they are in my head feeding of the electricity I make with thinking, do you know the movie the matrix? Well if you do I think you know how they do it

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Deunan Knight Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Darkstar Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Deunan looked down at Cubey, eye to eye. Her green gaze compassionate and sympathetic. They say that the eyes were the windows to the soul, and Deunan was an especially talented person when it came to looking into souls. After gazing into Cubey's eyes for a while longer, Deunan knelt down, and embraced the Beastman. She glanced at Ophelia as she walked by, but she decided to stay quiet. Something about her intrigued Deunan, and she couldn't help but want to know more about her, possibly even help her, but..for now, she will stay back, and give her some privacy.

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The elevator dings as it opened.

The long, pink haired Anguirre Knight entered the elevator. His stride dignified and proud, but not arrogant. He has yet to detect the invisible Byatis. He turned around and pressed several buttons to direct the elevator towards Drakov's offices. A grimace was on his battle-hardened face.

The elevator ascends. Anguirre narrowed his eyes, and vaguely whispered to himself.

"Drakov....you better have a good explanation."

This was it. His prime target. Time to finish the contract.

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After being knocked out by a Cazadore, Clockwork received more strange flashbacks. That family again. Black and white. Screaming. Ticking of clocks. A fire. And....a crate. What was all this...

Before he could think about it more, he was pulled out from a pile of warden wreckages by none other than his captain Keeton. If Clockwork had a face, he would be smiling right now. K2 returned to him. K2 returned for him! Clockwork could not recall the last time someone did that. A warm and fuzzy feeling entered his systems. Clockwork looked at the tears in K2's eyes, and was...silenced. Such tender, joyful tears.

Before things get too sappy, Clockwork lets out a nervous laugh. "Khe khe khe!...Yeah. A drink." The purple synthetic stood up, and puts his arm around K2's shoulder while simultaneously giving a thumbs up. "For our gallant captain!......I'll pay the tab."


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Mosa was still sitting and looking around, when he noticed Ophelia approach. He was thankful for that, as he needed something to take his mind off of the flashbacks. Smiling tiredly at her, he folded his arms, and leaned back slightly. His long, bulky tail wag left and right like an enthusiastic dog...only slower, heavier. "So....!", Mosa spoke up.

"....You still wanna be roommates?"


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Quin continued to remain quiet before answering. As usual. Only this time, she paused for much longer. Half a minute. A minute. A minute and a half. It would seem like she did not hear Lekan's question.

However, eventually, without emotion in her voice, and still refusing to show her face, Quin muttered simply.

"Fine."


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Megahertz and Ridley shielded their eye(s) as Graves casted his spell and teleported away. Megahertz coughed a bit, and Ridley shook his head. Megahertz jolted a bit from the sight of Beatrice's changed expression, and Ridley himself became worried about Gelon's safety. A worry that turned out justified, as Beatrice began her crazed rant.

Megahertz bugged out her eyes and stood back, hiding behind a pillar. Ridley placed his face in his right palm. "Oh my God Deskovitch, you have a knack for pissing everyone off.", Ridley snarked.

Megahertz then winced as the tentacles were ripped from Beatrice's head. True, it would grow back, but for a young and physically inactive Ishkavi as herself, it was still...unpleasant to look at. Ridley once more shot Gelon a sympathetic look. It seemed like everyone was upstaging him today....

Megahertz gulped when Beatrice mentioned putting her number in her communicator. She wondered if she should delete it as soon as possible. Ridley's eye widened as he caught the credits from Beatrice. He then turned to her as if she was a heavenly savior tentacled cat of generosity. "...........Sweet.", Ridley whispered in wonder, his hands trembling and holding the credits.

Megahertz and Ridley then turned to the vents, but neither of them were able to spot Ciril hiding there. "...Huh...?", Megahertz looked on in confusion. Ridley tilted his head, but gripped on his shield just in case, ready to use it anytime. And then, Beatrice reminded him. Vlad. Ridley looked back, then around. "Wait..where the hell did she go....", Ridley mumbled. He then turned to Gelon. "Hey, Deskovitch...did you saw Vlad?"

Megahertz immediately kneeled besides the one-armed mercenary. "UH more importantly...will you be alright?", she asked, worried.


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Overlooking the park. Hidden behind one of the artificial sky projectors. His holographic camouflage flickered for a brief second. Scanning everyone below. The synthetic assassin Darkstar has come to take part of the updated Knight contract. He had full confidence that Byatis was more than capable of taking down Anguirre Knight himself. But a new client came to override Ozma's terms. Flexing his long, spiky fingers, Darkstar sent a signal below...a discreet, silent signal.

As the survivors of Jeremy Graves' raid catch their breath, one of Graves' downed bandits suddenly rise behind Deunan Knight. his body was covered in bullet hounds, his throat was slit, and his left arm was crushed. He was definitely dead. However, his right hand still held a gun. Deunan, who was hugging Cubey, took notice of the zombified bandit too late....

She shoved the Beastman away and stood up. But before anyone else could react, she was shot in the head. Once. Twice. Kinetic bullets went through her forehead. The blood sprayed towards Cubey nearby. Ozma, in his corner, looked on, horrified, as he stood up to scream.

The zombified bandit, with only the whites of his eyes exposed, stuttered and staggered. Azure cracks appear on his bullet-riddled chest for a second, before he exploded and disintegrated into ash.

Deunan fell on her back with a loud, echoing thud. Her eyes wide and full of terror, a pool of blood emerging on the ground below her head. Deunan Knight was dead.

Perching on the sky projector, Darkstar gazed on. Hidden behind his holographic camouflage, one of his robotic mind control spiders crawled up on his back, and then across his right arm. Holding his right arm up, Darkstar gazed at the spider, before bowing his head. "requiescat in pace.", Darkstar whispered, inaudible to everyone else. Quick and painless, as she deserved.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Keeton put his available arm around ciril and welcomed him to the freak show. "It's nice to see you buddy!" Keeton says smiling at all 3 of his friends. "Especially after what has gone down today. Hey man I'm really sorry about the shoulder, I don't know what came over me." He apologizes to Byatis looking a bit down about the whole situation. "But hey, we are here now, and we are going to party!" Keeton howls obnoxiously at the top of his lungs.

"Excuse me everyone is this fucking thing on..." The speakers aboard the ship boom with the loud tapping of the mic. "This is Mrs. Schwartz speaking on Mr. Darkov's behalf. All alive and able survivors aboard the F.S.S Realta Nua will be treated to a vacation on the moon of Nekrim! So get those bikini bodies ready gals! oh, and i guess guys should buy some swim shorts. This reward will be paid all expense by none other then Boris himself in appreciation for dealing with not only the Mafia raids, but also the Cazadore threat." The voice says trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "Oh, one more thing anyone who finds the husk of a highly advanced robot and/or the one responsible for the invasion of the ship will be rewarded handsomely, happy hunting!" The intercom is turned off. Keeton and his allies make it to their unit. "Well if that's not a reason to be happy, I don't know what is!" The pirate says popping the cork of a champagne bottle. He pours a drink for each of his comrades, and raises his glass. "I'd like to make a toast! A toast to girl's in bikinis!"

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"A vacation, you are too kind Boris." Beatrice says still talking to the hologram of Boris' back, as he shaves in his silken purple robe. "However there is still the matter of the package, but that can be an issue for later. Have a nice day Boris. tell that fox of a wife, I say hello!"

Beatrice turns her attention to the microphone for the intercom system to make her announcement to the crew, a vacation would be nice, after all this mayhem. After she is done she uses her communicator again but this time using a one way message. "Vlad, Ridley, and..." She scoffs "Gelon. You are instructed to meet me at 1130 in a private area of the ship. I have just updated your I.D. cards with restricted access, use them in the elevators to get to the room. I will brief you on the mission when all 4 of us are present. Sorry no vacation for you, cry about it later. You've got work to do!" She says flipping back on the security feed, and starts to spy on the adventurers aboard the ship.

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Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Graves quickly snapped out of his bout of hysterical laughter, standing up and dusting himself off. Glancing over at Sentinel's husk of a body, he sighed. There was work cut out for him when it came to repairing the destroyed synthetic. It was a wonder that the mainframe was even operational. Wouldn't do much without power but Sentinel could possibly be restarted. Reaching up to his mouth, Graves cursed as he realized that his cigar was missing. Feeling around in the pockets of his coat Graves only found the pack that he carried around with him. The one he was smoking at the beginning of the fight must have been lost somewhere along the way. Grumbling, he pulled another cigar out and lit it, puffing on it contentedly for a few moments before stepping outside the room.

"I'll be off for a bit. Make yourselves at home here, try and keep everything on the down-low. If you can, fix my gun. Make sure all Drakov-made parts are changed or removed, don't want that Ishkavi ruining my gun again. And if anyone attacks and is about to overrun you, melt the rest of Sentinel, the synthetic husk there."

"Roger boss, we'll get to it," replied one of the officers. Nodding, Graves began walking off through the different passageways, activating his cloak as he stepped out of sight of the other mobsters. I wonder if it's still there, he thought, glancing down at his data pad. Activating the piece of technology, he ran through Sentinel's coding, passing over all of the Warden and Dagojouiisan protocols. Finding a gray spot he stopped walking. Tapping on the piece, he began to work through the encryption of the section, a slow process. Continuing to walk slowly, he worked his way through the firewalls slowly. There was something familiar about them, almost as if...

'Welcome back, Mr. Graves' appeared on the screen. Dropping the data pad in shock he stared at the line of text. Whatever was in the gray section that he had unlocked knew him. Hands trembling as he picked up the data pad, he typed in, 'What are you?'

'Don't you remember, Mr. Graves? You made us. We are Crosis,' came the reply. Graves leaned against one of the walls and slid down to the floor. Crosis. Memories returned unbidden of his time on Dagojouiise. A time so long ago. The time when he was prisoner in one of the greatest war factories to ever exist. The time he met Sentinel. Crosis, the name Sentinel's mainframe had taken for itself after Graves had modified it. Beeping came from his data pad, red lines of code running across the screen. Tapping away, he attempted to contain whatever was destroying his equipment unsuccessfully. As quickly as it had started it stopped, replaced by one line of text: 'We are yours to command, Mr. Graves. Lead us.' The plural self references confused Graves. A glitch maybe. More importantly, Sentinel's mainframe now served him for whatever reason.

'What happened to the copy on Bea-' he managed to type in before the response came.

'Destroyed except for a fragment of us. Would you like us to destroy the systems in the Ishkavi's databases?'

'Not yet. Soon though,' Graves replied. Putting the data pad back in his jacket, he shut off the piece. He didn't want to know what would happen if the device was left on, Crosis in full control.

Stepping out into the artificial light of the Realta Nua, he saw that he was somewhere at the bottom of the ship. Near him were two people next to a body. Deunan Knight's body. Intrigued, he made his way over near the pair. Beatrice's voice came on over the intercom, announcing their stop at a resort to rest up before continuing. Nekrim? He didn't know of any other planets that would serve near enough to warrant the detour. Shaking the thought away, he looked back at the two figures next to Deunan's body. One was a creature of some sorts, a mutated Beastman possibly? The other he recognized after a bit of examining. The resemblance was there. He was Ozma Knight, Deunan's sister. Both people seemed in shock, grief written across their faces. Smiling softly, Graves stepped up near them as Cubey asked Ozma a question, still cloaked.

"I am sorry for your loss. It is horrible losing a sister, Ozma. I myself know the feeling of loss. Deunan was an amazing person, willful, kind, cheerful, altruistic. Rare is it to find ones such as her and painful is the passing. If I had the power I would bring her back to you both. Tell me, what happened?"

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Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Clockwork looked on proudly at K2 and Byatis. It was oddly heartwarming, how they've made up already, despite all the profanities, insults, and physical abuse they threw at each other barely two hours ago. The cyborg pirate and the eldritch rogue..a perfectly odd and oddly perfect couple, if there was one.

Clockwork gazed up at the speakers as Beatrice spoke. A paid vacation? To Nekrim? Clockwork would never miss this for anything! Not the sights of all the bodacious space babes in swimsuits. His circuits were already buzzing just thinking about it. And then Drakov's name came up. And Clockwork suddenly froze, receiving more of those strange imagery. Why did these images of a human family kept coming up? Clockwork was snapped out of his trance by the cork of K2's champagne bottle bouncing off his yellow visor, causing him to flinch and stand straight. He looked as K2 poured his drink for himself, Byatis, and Ciril. Too embarassed to admit he blacked out for a second there, Clockwork lets out a simple chuckle, and raised his glass. "To bare midriffs and delicious thighs!"

Megahertz stared at Byatis for a good few seconds as he suggested a direction. She gave a good, long, look at the alleyway, with a worried expression on her face. She thought about chasing him down....but was unsure if it was the right thing to do. Maybe Sentinel would be alright. Maybe he just had something to take care of. Something private. Megahertz continued trying to rationalize this, even though deep inside, her gut tells her something wasn't right, she simply nodded and whispered. "I'll..wait till tomorrow morning at the house...I really hope he's okay...."

When she realized how worried she looked to the people nearby, she pouted and turned away. "I-it's not like I was worried or anything! Idiot's probably getting an oil change...or something."

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Quin didn't move an inch when Beatrice spoke through the PA system. As always, it did not seem like she had any particularly negative or positive opinion about the event, from the looks on her face. Quin didn't bother to reply to Lekan's suggestion, figuring out that action spoke louder than words (especially in her case), so she hovered in front of him as they head to their rooms.

When Lekan gave his question out of nowhere, Quin stopped dead in her tracks. Her two red compound eyes looked as if they widened, then turned to glance at Lekan. Quin gave it about 2 seconds of thought. "Terrible.", she bluntly put, before continuing on her way, though noticeably going at a much faster pace.

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A few seconds pass. When Vlad opened her eyes with a groan, she was greeted with the sight of Gelon's middle aged face. She grunted and stirred, getting up herself, albeit staggering a bit. Just in time too, for Beatrice's announcement. Holding the sight of her head, Vlad sighed. "Hey Gelon.....", greeting Gelon unenthusiastically.

"I'm fine....fine.", Vlad said forcefully, standing up while flexing her shoulders. She glanced at him for a few seconds with a cold expression. "..Thanks.", she simply, but erneastly, said. No matter his reasons, Gelon waited for her, and she was rather thankful for that.

"...But we should get moving.", Vlad immediately followed up, never one for sappy moments. Her tail curled around Gelon's organic arm, and she pulled him, while walking towards the Drakov offices, eager to get this over with so she could finally get some sleep.

"Let's go find Ridley and get to Beatrice....", Vlad said, looking around for the ice man. She would be more upset about the lack of beach vacation, if Drakov did not pay her so well. Besides, there was one thing she had over the bad-tempered Ridley and grabby Gelon: her professionalism.


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Ridley was so stunned by Riley's eyes that Beatrice's announcement went in one ear and out the other. He always had a thing for exotic looking eyes, particularly since the one he has is...quite boring in comparison to most. The awkward silence persisted, until Riley broke the ice.

"W-Well, I.... the b-bar is..I- over...uhhhhh...", Ridley kept stammering like an imbecile. In his head, he was cursing himself for appearing so undignified, especially in front of a stunning stranger. Finally, after 5 more seconds, Ridley took a deep breath and chilled out. Standing tall and firm, the ice elemental pointed to his left, to where K2 and his crew went to. "Down this way. You should smell the booze. And hear the obnoxiousness. And see the stupidity."

Ridley kept quiet for a bit more, his single eye darting left and right across his cross-shaped visor nervously. "Be careful.", he said, concerned.

"Maybe I should help you get over there.", Ridley meekly suggested.

He then slapped himself in the forehead, creating quite a loud and audible clunk. "W-wait, no, people will get the wrong idea.", he mumbled.

"Or...maybe you wouldn't mind?!!" Ridley shouted. Then he paused, before finishing his rambling with an embarassed, "............I don't know.", while dejectedly slumping his shoulders.


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Ozma remained still as Cubey gave his question. A question he was asking himself. He was sure that the VENOM assassins had killed his father, or he would be out here by now, doing his hero thing. Like a good man. Which Ozma was not, he realized, as the guilt overwhelmed him once again.

"I....

I don't know...", was all Ozma could weakly say. Like Cubey, he was completely at lost. His father was killed, his sister was murdered. And he knew he was responsible for at least one of those deaths. Not that it was something he would admit out loud.

Just then, he saw an ominous, shadowy cloaked figure approaching the two. A chill ran down the red headed youth's spine as he looked up at the darkness surrounding Graves. This was not a person Ozma would want to mess with, he figured...but exactly what was he? He sounded human enough, yet something about him was...off.

the more Graves listed off Deunan's virtues, the lower his head was bowed, as he was indirectly reminded of how worthless he was in comparison. Ozma shook his head at Graves' asking. His answer? The same one to Cubey's question. "I......d-don't know...." He kept quiet as he glanced to the pile of ash nearby, where the zombified bandit once were.

"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know....", Ozma muttered while shivering.

That pile of ash...it reeked of death, magic, and death magic. Upon closer inspection, robotic, cerulean-colored remnants of what seemed like insectoid legs could be found.

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Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Cubey merely stood along side Ozma silently, clutching his antennae as his senses had returned to him, struggling to put his feelings into words, which was made all the more difficult due to the smell of corpses around, where his interests were mixed along with stopping himself from throwing up, but was thankful the clean up crew was beginning to sort things out already. He shuddered once again at the smell of death, wondering if his heroes, the Rainbow Rangers had ever felt this way with their defeated enemies, though then again, they never really seemed to kill anyone really, and if they did they were neatly destroyed via utterly exploding out of existence. The thought reminded him of the strange raider corpse that shot his friend, causing him to sniffle and tear up again.

His thoughts were dashed however, as a stranger seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, reeking of cigar smoke, that didn't help with Cubey's antennae, trying his best to press them against his head after leaping back in fright of the surprise arrival. His fear grew as he saw Ozma was also uncomfortable in the man's presence, realizing he could not truely see the owner of the voice that conversed with them. His reaction dimmed as he suddenly listed Deunan's qualities giving, Ozma his condolences sympathetically, and asking what happened to Ozma's sister. The beastman turned his head at his fellow griever, to see him explain the cause, but he simply answered that he had no idea, leaving Cubey with a wash of guilt come over him as he realized what had happened. He turned to the stranger nervously before explaining quietly in a shaky voice; "She got shot in the head. Nothing we could do. One of the bad guys, we thought he was dead. Well, he was dead, but he came back alive and shot her. And, ummm, and......... she saved me. I think. She pushed me out of the way. Then the guy, turned into dust. And now she's......" , he finished somberly, his voice trailing off as he took a gulp out of nothing in an attempt to push down his feelings, pointing at the pile of ash that Ozma was staring at.
He then stared at the stranger with watery eye's and said; "Ummmm thank you for your kind words mister. Oh Deunan.....", as he began sniffling again, seeming just about ready to burst into sobbing once more, stroking the juice box in his hand.

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Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Graves listened to the two recount their short tale and short it was. Not much of a tale at all. He looked down at Deunan's corpse amd examined it. The wound was small enough in the back of her skull but much of her forehead was blown out quite gruesomely. He had seen enough executions to know the result. Such a dishonorable end was not something that he desired for anyone. Compassion tugged at his heart as her blank eyes stared up at him. Dead, so very dead, yet they seemed to accuse him. The thought hit him quite suddenly. Looking up and around, he actually saw the destruction that his attack had caused. Three enormous corpses, the Cazadores, lay sprawled on the ground. Fires burned in some places, many already extinguished by the hastily assembled fire crew of the survivors.

A field of bodies, bountiful harvest for that thing called Death. So small compared to the vast crater-ravaged battlefields of the Great War, where thousands upon thousands fought and died over cities not much larger than this, millions over a single planet. Friends buried alongside rivals and enemies. Total war. Yet it did not compare with this. These people did not need to die. His attack could have been limited to fewer men, a more discreet operation. Chaos could have been accomplished with less blood shed. Am I developing a conscience? Graves thought to himself. Shaking his head sadly, he dropped the magical shadows, revealing his form to Cubey and Ozma.

Crouching so that he was level with them, he slowly reached out and placed a hand on Deunan's forehead. "Whatever merciful gods are listening, take this woman into your fold. Take her for her virtues and her mistakes, for her friends and enemies. Take her in peace, in death," Graves intoned, running his hand down her face as the last word faded, closing her eyes. The accusatory gaze was gone. He did not have to look at it anymore.

Looking at Cubey and Ozma with saddened eyes, he sifted through the pile of ash which was once a raider or mobster. Tiny spindles of cerulean metal poked through the powder, almost imperceptible. Picking one up, he looked at it closely before tucking it into his coat. Reaching a hand out, he laid it softly on Cubey's shoulder. "She is resting now. Nothing can hurt her anymore and I'm sure she will wait for you to meet her one day," he spoke softly. Glancing down at the juice box in Cubey's hand, he noticed the handwriting scrawled across spelling Deunan's name. "Keep that as a memory of her. Never forget her for once you do she never lived. That is the worst fate to suffer. A second death. As I said, there is nothing I can do for her though I wish I could. But there is something I can help you with. Would you like to enact justice against those responsible for her death, those evil people that would remove kind souls from this galaxy?"

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Vlad grunted at Gelon's reaction, and instantly lets go of his arm, the tail uncoiling and slithering away like a snake. Vlad did not even look at Gelon as he gave his question. "Why are you always touching people? We have better things to do. Weren't you even listening to Beatrice?!" Vlad asked in a highly ticked off, yet genuinely curious manner, as she glanced at him with a fiery look in her eyes. She was not just trying to insult him, she was really trying to get an answer, good or bad.

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As they reach their quarters, Quin stopped in front of the door, and glared at Lekan. Or maybe it was a stare? Somehow, all those eyes felt more like a glare, though. A really, really, annoyed glare. Quin paused for about 5 seconds, for dramatic effect, before flatly remarking, "Denied."

She then entered the cabin, but before Lekan could get a chance to get inside as well, the insectoid veteran slammed the door in his face. And then activated all the security locks. And then Lekan could hear the hissing of plasma, as Quin welded the door shut.

"Your request is denied, hentai squid.", Quin said in a final tone.

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Ozma looked up at Graves as he revealed his form. A human, just like him. Thank goodness, Ozma thought. Ozma cried on the inside more and more as Graves gave his consoling speech to Cubey. It was all his fault, Ozma chanted in his head. But he did not have the courage to admit it, both to the others and, especially, himself. When Graves gave his offer, Ozma's eyes lit up. Yes! This may be his chance for repentance, the red headed youth thought. He turned to Graves, and asked, "Y-you can help us??"

'Us'. That word struck Ozma. They say that grief brought people together. Ozma glanced at Cubey. Despite his xenophobia and Cubey's status as a beastman, both of them loved Deunan greatly, both of them mourned her together. And Ozma hoped, both of them would not let this murderer go so easily.

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Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Cubey stood silently, as the smoke smelling stranger and Ozma also kept quiet for a few moments, staring blankly at the source of the musky smell as well as the red haired acquaintance of his. He stared around at all the unfortunate victims of the act, as well as the ones that caused it, wondering who all of these people were before. Did they have friends who missed them too? Did those friends know? Cubey decided against thinking about it much longer as he turned round to see that the stranger they could not see had revealed himself to be suited, broad shouldered human wearing a fedora or a trilby, Cubey could never tell the difference, as knelt down and closed Deunan's eye's, giving her a prayer of sorts, to which Cubey put his hands together and prayed along with, closing his eyes. As he remembered from what the staff at the facility and the shows he watched on TV, it was only right to follow along with others traditions in serious moments.

Due to having his eyes closed still he missed the suited human picking up the strange metal remains that were in the raider's ashes, to which Cubey barely even had a hint towards it, other than slight whiff of metal, though was greatly overshadowed by the fact the entire ship was made from metal. He did however, realize there was a comforting hand on his shoulder, opening his eyes to see Graves softly comforting him with reassuring words, to which Cubey nodded somberly, listening as he told him to keep the juice box with him, the only thing he had to remember her by. He then said something curious. He seemed to offer them revenge.

"I will keep this with me tall times, I promise!" Cubey said with certainty about his earlier comment, though he was much less certain on to take his offer or not on vengeance. Ozma seemed just as caught off guard as Cubey was, but seeming more grateful for the chance. Cubey had sickly feeling in his stomach, as if his belly was ill from the question, to which he realized he was scared to answer. He remembered the rainbow Rangers saying revenge was always bad, but he couldn't just let the one who caused Deunan's death to skip away free. He was probably laughing at them now. Planing on hurting someone else's friends. Cubey gritted his teeth. The very thought made him furious to the core, his hooved hands gripping into the nearest thing he could muster as a fist, as his sudden gravity increase made the floor beneath him buckle from stress.
"How do we hurt the bad man?" Cubey asked, sounding much more spiteful than his usual cheerful self, his eyes focusing on the suited man who gave them the offer, standing almost as if he was demanding a reply.

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Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Graves smiled inwardly as Ozma and Cubey began to consider his offer. Oh yes, part of it was sincerely offering to help find Deunan's killer; she really had been a nice person and he was sad to see her go. But the greater part of him saw this as an opportunity to strike back at Drakov and secure his own safety in a way. Those that had been in the house where the Cazadore still lay sleeping could not be relied upon at the moment. They seemed to know Sentinel, the Ishkavi girl at least. She certainly appeared nicer than Beatrice.

These two, however, could be made into allies. Chinks carved into their emotional armor would allow Graves to worm his way through, convert them in time. Ozma certainly seemed eager about being given the chance to exact revenge against whoever had killed Deunan. His grief could be directed into hate towards others. Hate that Graves could use to his own ends. Cubey was another matter entirely. He adored Deunan by all appearances yet seemed slightly more reluctant. As long as they didn't turn against him.

As both responded to his offer he considered his response for a few seconds. If not worded correctly than he could lose two potential allies. "I can help you yes," Graves responded. Looking down as he heard a small crunching sounds he saw the floor beneath Cubey buckling. Gravitational manipulation? Most likely but something to dwell on later. "And as to how we hurt the 'bad man' depends entirely on who or what killed Deunan. For all we know, the bandit could have done that himself, implanted some form of resurrection device. I find that unlikely. No, whoever killed Deunan has power, authority. They wanted her dead for a specific reason though what that reason is, I don't know. If she is dead, we must also assume that you, Ozma, and the rest of the Knight family are in danger."

Extracting the small cerulean leg from his coat, he showed the two the small piece. "This was in the ash of the bandit. Though uncertain I suspect it is part of some small robotic device that was implanted in the bandit, with or without his knowledge. Without further evidence, we must assume that this caused his resurrection and destruction. If either of you know someone that could analyze this, that would be most helpful. If not, I'll find someone. And to actually answer your question, we shall have to either kill or imprison the perpetrator. The latter would be less suspicious and more appeasing to all the others that grieve for Deunan. If it becomes impossible to capture the murdered, then we must destroy whomever it is to ensure they do not cause any more grief. Considering the high profile nature of this assassination, it was most likely carried out by VENOM, a galactic assassins' organization." Taking out two small encrypted transmitters, he handed one to each person. "You can use these to contact me should you decide anything. But for now I must leave you. There are those that would wish this stopped, especially if they know I am helping you. Fare well." With that closing remark, he recast his magical invisibility, stalking off towards the house in which the Cazadore slept. Options awaited him. Most especially a young Dark S1de informant that he had recognized. Information is power and Graves needed more.

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Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Vlad stopped in her tracks and glared at Gelon, her eyes seething with rage and disbelief. The bounty hunter shook her head, then stormed off. "You are UNBELIEVEABLE.", she frustatedly shouted. "You weren't listening. Maybe you need bigger ears. Or better yet, better brains. She told us that we AREN'T getting a vacation you....you....you nimrod!"

Vlad widened the distance between the two, disgusted by Gelon's utter lack of attention. "She told us that we have work to do. Stop worrying about me, and focus on the job! Eyes on the horizon, not the boobs!" Vlad was genuinely frustated. On one hand, she appreciated Gelon's attention. On the other, she hated how this attention deviated him from his job. Vlad lets out a long, long sigh, staying at least 5 feet in front of Gelon.


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Ozma could not bear to look at either of them in the eyes. He glanced a bit and shivered when Cubey's gravitational powers caused the floor beneath them to shook, reminding him that Cubey was not just a silly looking giraffe. He glanced at Cubey ever so slightly, taken aback by his newly hateful tone. He seemed so happy before.......Deunan must have meant so much to him, Ozma thought as his level of guilt shot off the roof.

Ozma grunted when Graves mentioned that he was in danger. Right now, the guilt and shame was more terrifying and the possibility of death. Of course, he knew that his father was most likely dead. He paid for the assassination, after all...just not Deunan's. He specifically told them not to target his sister, so why....

Ozma kept silent, though, not wishing to make Graves suspicious, to let anyone know of his involvement. He grabbed the transmitter Graves handed to him, and looked at it silently. A weak "Th-thank you, sir..." was all Ozma could say as Graves departed. A few seconds pass. Ozma could not help but give a curious glance to Cubey. A curious and guilty glance.

In the wrecked and battered house, on top of a pile of gray rubble, Megahertz sat and sighed. Hugging her knees, the informant could not shake the feeling of worry for her friend. She was so deep in thought, she could not notice at all that an ominous shadow approached him. The Cazadore behind her purred in its sleep, dominated and defeated. It was oddly peaceful....


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Ridley's eye widened as Riley accepted his offer. "Y-you would??....Seriously?", he was taken aback, both surprised and happy. Ridley looked at Riley's eyes again. Gray and clear. He decided not to remark about her blindness. Especially when she was so upbeat. Last thing he would want to do is make a pretty girl sad. He did not like it when people made ice puns towards him, and he figured, if he was Riley, then he wouldn't like people talking about his blindness either.

"Y...yeah...", Ridley stated, calmer now thanks to Riley's welcoming tone. He nervously laughed as Riley nudged him, his other arm scratching the back of his head. "Haha...haha!....Hahaha, well, I was finished with my job, actually. I'd gladly s-show you the way. Fighting the Cazadores was intense, I could ue a drink too."

Ridley quietly led Riley to the mini bar, when he was greeted with the sight of K2 and his bros again. Looking at the window, Ridley staggered back. He immediately shouted back. "S-SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!...I'm just her escort."

An awkward pause ensued. Clockwork bursted out laughing. Such a human like laughter, coming from a faceless person, was rather...odd. "KHE! KHEKHEKHEKHEKHE!"

An agitated Ridley shook his fist. "WAIT! No! That came out wrong! T-that's not what I meant!" Panicking, Ridley immediately glanced to Riley. "LET'S JUST GET IN. A-and be careful." He was quite wary of K2 and his bros. Especially Ciril. He was the calmest of this group of weirdos, and thus, quite likely - the smartest and most dangerous. He stared at him suspiciously as he and Riley walked in.

Suddenly, however, an orange armored hand grabbed hold of Ridley's shoulder. The ice elemental, who was so focused on Riley, nearly jumped from surprise. He looked back, and spotted Vlad, with Gelon behind her. She had a very irritated expression on her face. Ridley glanced between her and Gelon. It didn't take him long to figure out that Gelon somehow pissed her off. Again.

"...Did he tried to touch you again?" Ridley sheepishly asked.

"Yes. But that is irrelevant. We have a job to do.", Vlad replied coldly. She glanced at the minibar, seeing K2, Clockwork, Byatis, Ciril, and Riley. She had a very thuggish look to her. It was the eyes. They look like they were perpetually on fire. And angry.

"...We did?" Ridley obliviously asked Vlad.

Vlad let out another long sigh. "You people NEVER listen. Disgraceful!" A highly irritated Vlad pulled Ridley away, dragging him towards the elevators.

"W-Wait! I was trying to- UH...", Ridley flailed and looked at Riley as he was dragged away. "Y-you have a good evening!", Ridley shouted awkwardly, as he disappeared into the distance.

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Beatrice heard a knock on the door. A rapid, loud, and highly annoyed knock. "You called us.", a cold voice can be heard outside. Vlad's voice. They're finally here.

The setting changes from f-s-s-realta-nua to Stratevaria Galaxy

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Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Cubey listened to the suited stranger as he spoke to him, confirming to Ozma that he could help but admitted he did not know who caused the tragic event, as Cubey gradually tried his best to calm himself down. It did not last long where his previous fury swapped with worry as Ozma and Deunan's family was now in danger, or at least to Graves' reckoning, who the mutated beast-man was entirely convinced from his kind words from earlier being a smart and kind stranger, even if he did look like a bad guy, which strangely Ozma only grunted at, though he still definitely and understandably looked miserable, seeming to avoid the other two's gaze. Poor thing.

The kind strange then took some odd metallic scrap from his pocket, declaring it having been implanted in the bandit and possibly what caused him to rise back from the dead to kill Deunan, asking them if they knew someone who could take a look at the curious piece of technology. He also mentioned capture was more likely the best choice, which Cubey understood, since the police peoples would be upset if they killed him, and that the one who caused this was most likely part of an assassins organisation called Venom. Good, he knew who to beat up if he ever met them now. He had a clear enemy apart from GEHENNA.

The man then bid them both farewell, but not before handing them two small devices that were used to communicate with him, with Cubey staring at the invention he was holding scratching his head as their newly found ally disappeared once more, with Ozma thanking him. His new friend then gave him odd glance, which looked as if he felt, well, as if knew something. Cubey decided against asking what.
"Ummmm know a friend that can help us. There was a squidy man who was good at making things, and another one too. But I think we should look for Lekan. But I think we should rest and ummmm, do something about ummm Deunan.", the cubic, mutated, giraffe man chatted nervously, now fully aware he had ended up partnered with this man he barely knew. He also added with a weak smile; "That man seemed nice."

The setting changes from stratevaria-galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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As Graves left them and cloaked himself once again in shadow, his data pad began to beep incessantly. Sighing, he activated the piece as he kept jogging towards the house in which the Cazadore still slept. As the screen activated, text saying 'ENCRYPTION FINISHED, DEVICE SECURE' appeared in the upper right corner of the screen. Graves frowned at the statement. Crotis may be his creation but the AI had taken a life of its own; it claimed to serve him but AI could lie just as easily as people if not more so.

'Someone attempted to spy on our conversation earlier Mr. Graves. Rest assured I blocked the user. I do believe it is the Beatrice person you talked about,' appeared on screen. Cursing, Graves began swiping through the information on his device, searching for something that didn't belong. 'Allay your fears, Mr. Graves, nothing was implanted.'

'Is that all you have to tell me, Crotis?' Graves responded hastily. He, one, had more important things to do, and two, was annoyed at not having been informed about the intrusion earlier.

'No. The files uploaded from the synthetic, the copies on the server that is, are being accessed and transmitted to a source without any form of memory bank. It appears to be a pre-War manufacturing device of some sort, utilizing ink.'

'A printer,' Graves typed. Mulling the problem, he asked, 'Are there any files in the copy that would allow Drakov to replicate the construction of Sentinel or any part of him?'

'No, Mr. Graves. Information available consists of combat and non-combat protocols, any knowledge the synthetic has stored during its travels, all memories-'

'Delete the memories and knowledge sections as quickly as you can. The protocols should be long enough in printing to allow you to do so. We cannot allow any stray information to be let loose. After that is accomplished, overload the printer and wipe any information you consider important from your files. Is that understood?'

'Yes Mr. Graves. I shall do so now.'

Sighing in relief, he continued onwards, spotting Megahertz leaning against the Cazadore. Dropping his shadow cloak as he entered the house, he considered that method of movement. While less taxing, it was much more obvious than the shadows of invisibility. He would need to be more careful.

Coming to a stop just in front of Megahertz, he made a staccato bow before going immediately to his purpose. "A pleasure to meet you Ms. Megahertz. I have heard about you and just recently remembered who you were. I apologize for disappearing on you like that but you must understand that if I had not done so, Ms. Beatrice would most likely have killed me. My reason for coming here is two-fold. One, to request your assistance in an investigation. Deunan Knight was recently killed by an unknown assailant and I need help finding whoever did the deed." Extracting the cerulean robotic leg from his coat, he displayed the piece to Megahertz. "I recovered this from the body and want to know if you could identify it in any way, shape, or form. I believe this holds the key to finding the killer. I believe him or them to be part of VENOM as almost no one else would conduct a killing of such a large profile. My second reason for being here is something slightly more personal. Drakov dislikes me quite heartily, would like nothing better than to kill me; at least, his lap-dog Beatrice would like to, Drakov himself is quite an interesting person."

Taking a deep breath, he stopped the flow of words for a few seconds to allow the information to sink in. And for him to recover from the amount of words he had just said. "Continuing, I need to know if I can rely on you to help me against Drakov, or at the least, not help him. I plead that you help me in this. If not for favor, do it for Sentinel."




Crotis roamed through the copy of Sentinel's files on Beatrice's database, deleting anything that could be used to rebuild the parts of him that were unique. Even if Graves had told it to not do so, Crotis would still have deleted large portions of information to erase its presence from the servers. As it finished deleting any construction-related information, leaving large portions of relatively useless code untouched, Crotis hijacked the transmission to the printer, commanding it to print one line repeatedly.

'Tell Ms. Beatrice I said hello.' As that line was printed several dozen times, Crotis finished purging the databases of information related to itself or Sentinel's build.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Ridley stopped trying to listen to Gelon halfway through his speech, for he always had troubles following run-on sentences. Also, he just wanted to go home. The elevator door closed in front of the two men and behind the two women. Ridley folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and stared at the ceiling. Elevator music played in the background. Ridley whistled to the tune as they descend, not saying anything to the one-armed mercenary. As the elevator reached their destination and the door opened, Ridley lazily walked away, waving goodbye at Gelon without looking. "I'll see you in the morning. Or not, I guess.", Ridley apathetically said.

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Vlad shrugged and gave a vague, noncommittal nod. "I like the sound of that.", her voice being more interested than her body language. She glanced at Beatrice's datapad ever so slightly, but never really paying attention. She was a soldier her whole life, she had discipline and honor, and was not the type to question her superiors' orders or motives. She was just here for the money, and could not care less what she had to destroy, or who she had to kill.

Coitus ensued.


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Ozma listened as Cubey listed more of his alien friends. He shivered at the thought, for he was allergic to calimari. But he did not say anything, as his attention was focused on the corpse of his sister. A long pause ensued, as he thought over their options.

Ozma looked away, for he could not look at his sister anymore, else he'd die from the guilt. "I...I'll call the morgue. Don't..don't want to dirty her body anymore.", his voice still wavering.

"You should...g-get some rest. You have a place to stay...right?", Ozma asked nervously, surprising himself with the concern in his tone.

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Megahertz nearly jumped as Graves revealed himself. "UWAH!!", she shrieked....and then glanced back, terrified that she had woken up the beast behind her. She let out a quick sigh of relief when she realized that she hadn't.

Looking up at him, she scratched the back of her head. "Goodness, where the hell did you came from?", she asked, mildly annoyed, mostly surprised.

She then listened as Graves talked, covering her mouth when he mentioned Deunan Knight being dead. Such a famous person...it felt rather unreal too, it seemed barely a few hours ago when she, Sentinel, Quin, and Lekan were watching her performance.

Megahertz then looked closely at the robotic leg in Graves' hand. She pulled out a pair of black gloves from her pockets, and put them on, flexing her fingers as she gently grabbed the leg and examined it. She gasped slightly and narrowed her eyes. "A necron mind control spider....", she whispered, indicating her knowledge.

Before she would say more though, she chose to listen to Graves. She then looked up as the gangster gave his second inquiry. She gulped and became immediately suspicious when Graves mentioned Sentinel. "What...what do you know about Sentinel?" She eyed him closely, scanning his expressions in particular. Could he have something to do with his disappearance?

Placing her hands on her knees, she looked at him eye to eye. "...If..if you want me to help you....then I need you to be honest with me." She then looked towards the floor, pulling off her left glove, and using that left hand to put her hair behind her ears. "I may be a thief...but I believe in fairness and loyalty. Things Drakov Industries is sorely lacking in.", Megahertz whispered more, disdain in her voice.

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Holding up his hands, Graves looked off to the side as Gelon entered the house and greeted them. Graves nodded in Gelon's direction, deciding to continue quickly with his conversation. It wouldn't do to be caught out here in the relative open. Not to mention he was utterly exhausted by the efforts of the day. What time was it anyway? Glancing down at the datapad, he realized that the clock was still synced to the clocks on Glaciera. That definitely didn't help him at all. Considering that the artificial sky, what was left of it that is, was getting quite dark night must have been near according to ship-board time. Time to wrap this up.

Considering her question he tumbled various responses through his head. Megahertz was an information broker, plain and simple. One who seemed to care for Sentinel at the very least. She wanted some sort of information about Sentinel yet doing so could have unintended consquences. He could lie to her which would most certainly not help if she ever learned that she had done so. Lying might not even be the safest way to go about this in relation to his other adversaries. The pure truth might cause her to experience similar distrust of him, although she herself was a criminal. Birds of a feather flock together, as the old saying went. He could black mail her, though how effective that would be Graves did not know. It would have to be some sort of half truth for now.

Lacing his fingers together, he peered over the small steeple into Megahertz's eyes. "What do I know about Sentinel?" Graves asked rhetorically. "I know some of the stuff he went through early in his life. In fact, I was one of the first people that he meet during his travels across the galaxy. We had a falling out of sorts because he disagreed with some of my ideology, but nothing serious. We parted as friends." If you would call a murderous robot a friend, Graves thought wryly. "As to his current state, I don't know what has happened to him or if he will return. I briefly saw him during the attack but that was all. I promise that if I find something I will tell you about it." Not entirely true, but true enough.

Pulling out a communicator, such as he had given to Cubey and Ozma, he handed it to her. "Contact me if you need or find anything yourself. I can stay no longer, Drakov wants me dead or captured because I oppose him. Greedy bastard. Fare well for now." Tipping his hat, Graves activated his shadow invisibility and stalked off into the night. Entering the service tunnels, he examined his data pad and saw one line of text.

'The purge is complete. Tell me Mr. Graves, what do you think of strings?'

Graves shuddered at that last sentence. Whatever he had created, it most certainly had plans of its own.

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Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Ridley listened as Gelon gave his advice. A weak "Hah....", was all that Ridley said. He considered visiting Riley again for a while. But in the end, he shook his head, shrugged, and walked off. "Nah. Don't want to come across as a creeper.", he whispered to himself.


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Megahertz turned to see Gelon come in, and was reminded that she was in his and the Drakov mercenaries' house all this time. "Oh! Gelon...hi!", she greeted him with a polite nod.

She then turned back to Graves, and listened as he gave his explanation. She stared at him for a few seconds to consider his answer. 'Friends'. Suspicious. Sentinel told her that he had allies...but never friends. She looked up at him sharply, keeping a poker face as she nodded. She decided to keep her suspicion to herself...for now.

Megahertz grabbed the communicator Graves' handed to her, then looked at the doorway as he left. She looked between the communicator in her left hand and the necron mind control spider in her right. Looks like she got a new job already. A necron mind control spider...not just something you could snag from a Black Market, that's for sure.


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Ozma's expression shifted into one of over the top horror as Cubey listed all of the.....unsightly, uncomfortable, and unclean.....places that he could stay in. He was like a stray kitten...or giraffe....and even Ozma's xenophobic heart melted at this poor manchild.

"Absolutely not!", Ozma shouted and shook his head as he stood up. "Y-you need a warm bed! Not a....a..." He shivered in disgust. "..A box!"

Ozma turned around. "Come with me!", barking with a slightly demanding tone, and he strutted towards the upper class cabins.

The upper class cabins......a few hours ago, this place was the peak of luxury. Now, it was a collection of ruined houses and broken streets. Ozma sighed. He considered sueing Drakov, but decided to put that thought away for now, and head over to his house.

Thankfully for him, his house was mostly unscathed during the attacks, aside from the hole on the roof, and some glass shards on the ground. Ozma glanced at Cubey, whispering, "Careful...", as he walked around the glass shards.

Ozma pulled out his key, and opened the door. Cubey was greeted with the sight of a cozy, brown-colored living room, with a fireplace in the distance. Very comfortable, very homely, just like the rest of the upper class houses. From the inside, you would never tell there was a hole on the roof...or carnage in the streets.

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Clockwork stood up suddenly as K2 delivered his pick up line to Riley. "Did someone say 'dance?!'" Clockwork turned to Ciril, considering his question. "Hmmm~" He then stroke his purple sharp chin, having somehow extracted it out of the table when nobody was looking.

"Yes, yes you can, Ciril. You can make me DANCE." The purple synthetic grabbed the snek's cybernetic arms, pulling him close for a dance. Energetic, irish violin music played behind them. Just Clockwork's thing! Simple, romantic, and energetic. Clockwork began stepping around with remarkable precision and timing despite his man-heels. He held Ciril's hands as they stepped back once, twice, thrice, and then forward, once, twice, thrice!

"Yes! One, two, three! you're a natural!", Clockwork excitedly remarked, not giving the snek a chance to protest.

The other patrons of the bar stared at the snek and the synthetic dancing together. To say it was an odd sight would be....an understatement.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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"Clark wait!" Gelon says as he quickly runs over to megahertz and him "listen I'm supposed to capture you but Drakov is using me wrong so I can help with keeping out of their hands, I know this gets me in trouble but I rather get in trouble with Drakov then with the entire universe" Gelon said not knowing if graves heard him. Gelon turned his attention to megahertz after that and watch the communicator and the necron mind control spider. Gelon watches the spider and sigh "that must be from........duenan's murderer" he said and sit on the broken couch "if you are helping Clark better be careful, I won't hunt you or him but my 'Teammates' I can't speak for" he said and watch her from the couch

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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CHAPTER III: SHATTERED MIRROR


The night went down as the repairs of the Realta Nua immediately commenced. Drakov Industries' greater AIs, drones, and manual workers alike worked together to restore the anti-GEHENNA flagship. Under competent leadership and organization, the repairs went smoothly. When the next day came, 80% of the ship was already repaired - including the critically endangered main engine. Bodies were still strewn about, and many of the secondary collateral damages - including the artificial sky projectors and the many holes around the interior of the ship have yet to be taken care of, but given one or two more days, the Realta Nua would be good as new.

When 8 AM came, a loud marching could be heard everywhere in the Realta Nua. The hallway outside the lower class cabin, the neighborood outside the upper class cabin, the main areas; everywhere. Soldiers in dark blue armor and stark white uniform walk together, their double-barreled rifles on their shoulders, their featureless helmets gazing forward with blindingly bright blue visors. The Federation Spacetroopers, no doubt here because of yesterday's incident. Dagojouiise may be a neutral planet, but the Realta Nua was still a Federation ship, with Federation passengers. The dead kind.

Alongside the Human Spacetroopers were synthetic supersoldiers; using dark blue parts instead of a uniform, and insectoid seekers; dark blue and stark white stripes painted on their chitinous natural armor. They fly just below the flickering artificial sky, their eyes shining like searchlights as they scan the area for suspicious activity.

Boris watched out the window from the bridge, his hologram flickering once or twice. He was not very pleased at this sight. He would rather not have the Federation barging into his business. Even when it involved saving the galaxy. especially when it involved saving the galaxy. Nevertheless, as powerful as his company was, defying the Napishtim Federation itself would be suicide. He looked down at a Federation paperwork on his table which he still needed to fill out personally. He wondered momentarily if he should let them know it was his old 'friend' Graves who spearheaded the assault. Quickly though, he smiled and shook his head. He wasn't able to determine what Graves really wanted last time, and he wanted to test out Beatrice's competency, which was why he did not interfere with her rather spirited hounding. Perhaps, soon, it would be time for him to sit down and chat with his rival. Just like old times....


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Mosa woke up early in the morning, yawning as he opened the door to the main room of his and Ophelia's cabin. After giving her a brief peek, Mosa smiled and tip toed away, again, surprisingly sneaky for someone that build and weight. He went towards the kitchen, and checked his refrigerator. He let out a sigh of relief, before taking out a pair of eggs. Hitting them against one another, Mosa poured the contents onto a sizzling hot frying pan, which he began to shake with his right hand, while his left pushed the button on a nearby radio, turning it on and letting it play an upbeat, slow tempo country music. Mosa shook his hips,
nodded his head, and wiggled his butt to the song. He set it at a lower volume, so that it wouldn't annoy Ophelia if she wasn't up already.


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Clockwork did not return to the Megahertz safehouse last night. Throughout the night, his head had been tormented by voices. Many, mysterious, unintelligible voices. From their tone, he could tell they were scorning, shouting, and insulting him. But why, or who, he could not tell. Ever since that faceplant in the desert, he had been unstable. He limped through a dark alley, clutching his head and grunting from pain. He could not stand this. Why won't it stop, he wondered frustatedly. After a wrong step, Clockwork tripped on his own two feet, and fell on the side of his face, causing a loud thud in the
darkness. A crack formed on his yellow visor, as he fell unconcious.


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Megahertz had slept for only a few hours once she returned to her safehouse. Throughout midnight till dawn, she was preparing herself for a dark ritual. The windows around her were curtained. Taking a deep breath, Megahertz knelt and prayed in front of a bloodied pentagram. On each points of the pentagram were lit candles, and on the center, a golden bowl bearing a human heart, strands of jet black hair, and two halves of the Cazadore's brain. Looking at the hair in the bowl, Megahertz sighed. Her left hand reached out to stroke her now shortened hair - barely reaching her shoulders, her tentacles now lay in front of her chest, no longer coiled to her hair. She was not very happy, but sacrifices were necessary for power. And power was necessary, if she had any intention of surviving the trip to Megido. She could not rely on Sentinel forever.Closing her eyes once again, Megahertz began her chant:

"Father of Inferno, Mother of Moon.
Give me power, grant me boon.
To destroy my enemies, to blind them with light.
Make me a Witch of the Silent Night!"

A gust of wind blew at her back, strong enough that she was pushed slightly forward. Megahertz shivered from a sudden cold. All the lights around her - the candles, the fireplace, the lamps, were extinguished by an unseen force. Megahertz gasped, and her eyes shot open. Pentagrams flash on her deep blue pupils, and her body tremble as an enormous power entered her. A brief silence ensued. Very brief, as a wide smile soon appeared on her lips.

There are forces in this universe - ancient, dark forces - unrelated to GEHENNA, Megido, or the abominations from that world. Some call them gods. Others call them demons. It did not matter. Whoever they were, they have given Megahertz power, and that was all she cared about. She turned towards the golden bowl. The strands of her hair and the human heart had disappeared, all that remained was the two halves of the Cazadore's brains.

Perfect, she thought. Megahertz stood up and stroke her chin.

"Let's try this one." Megahertz stood straight, kept her legs together, and pointed forward with her right arm. bright blue runes began appearing on the surface of her skin. Her hands shook, and a blue orb resonating with power emerged on her finger tips.
A bright blue beam blasted out from the orb and towards the Cazadore's brain halves. The brains briefly floated in the air as dark energy surrounded them - and then plummeted towards the ground, disappearing into two whirlpools of darkness, one for each half.

Staring intently, Megahertz flicked her finger, and shouted another mantra.

"Hunter of man,
Destroyer of land.
Rise from your graves,
And become my slaves!"

The sound of rumbling thunder followed. And from each whirlpools, dark creatures emerge. Primordial, oozing darkness dripping from their bodies. From the first whirlpool, a tiger-striped hunter of man; cat-like, covered in spikes. A vicious grin decorating his face. From the second whirlpool, a pitch-black destroyer of land; dog-like with a raging snarl and sickle-like fangs. The two hell creatures rise from the darkness, and walk towards their new master. These two foul beasts were the size of wolves, and both bear glowing, pupilless red eyes. They look up at Megahertz, who looked back at them awkwardly.

"......W-whoa. I...wonder what I should call you guys...?", Megahertz slowly, hesitantly asked.

The two creatures did not respond, they just kept staring at her; the hunter with his grin, the destroyer with his snarl.

(Hey everyone, just to let you know, I tag alert everyone, even characters not in this post, to alert the authors. Chapter 3 has began. Go, post, fly.)

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Waking up slowly, Graves shifted uncomfortably as metal dug into his back, his body having fallen off the sleeping mat he had procured for the small group of mobsters he had left. Soreness ran through his back from where Beatrice had stepped on him, further accentuated by the yet painful intrusions of the metal surroundings. Around him several of the survivors were shifting. Such a strange happening. Of the hundred that had accompanied him aboard and the six Cazadores, only five other mobsters remained on the ship. He had been decimated. But then, that was part of his plan, wasn't it? Get on, make some commotion, and then hitch a ride to this Megido place and find GEHENNA. Shouldn't have been too much of a problem. Maybe the looting and random killing and everything else slipped from his control but it got him on...

With that thought he remembered Deunan. Her youthful face painted with her own blood, a gaping hole from where the projectile had sliced through her unprotected head. Dead because of him. If not for his actions then the young woman would yet be alive, able to continue her future, one that had appeared to be bright. Swinging his fist up, he smashed his own face, bones crackling from the impact. Gasping as he hit the ground, Graves's fingers reached tentatively towards the impact point. Feeling no shifting and the crunching sounds of broken bones absent, Graves sighed. "No remorse."

Ordering the remaining mobsters he stood and stretched before walking through the tunnels. Taking out his communicator, he contacted Cubey and Ozma, "If you two accept my offer of help, meet me at the place where...you know what I'm talking about. Meet me there in an hour." Shutting that channel, he swtiched to the one with Megahertz, "So, my Ishkavi friend, any news?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Ozma looked at Ciril weakly for a few seconds, surprised he even took the time to ask him for permission, when most everyone else just barged in. He glanced back at K2 and Gelon looking around in the house, and sighed when Ciril reminded him of his 'loss'. Without saying anything, he stepped aside, allowing both him and Riley to come inside, all the while having a mopey expression on his face.

It was quite a nice home, to say the least. It smelled of fresh baked loafs, and, like all the other upper class homes, have a comforting and disarming atmosphere, with the fireplace, the fluffy sofas, etc. That Woman stared quietly as more people went into the house, clasping her hands together in front of her apron, watching them all with a cautious eye.

Ozma went inside and leaned at the wall, resisting to smile as Cubey asked the new strangers his questions. He wasn't very happy in how condescending Gelon was acting, but was too weak willed to act or even say anything. Gelon's reputation was good enough that Boris hired him personally, after all.

"........Would you like a drink?", Ozma finally, timidly asked the new strangers. They were guests, and a Knight treats his guests like a gentleman.

Just then, his communicator beeped. Surprised, Ozma reached out for it and took a peek, having set all incoming voice calls to be translated into text. It was Graves. Of course. He was silenced, and he glanced at Cubey, concerned at how he would be taking all this. An hour, huh? He'd have some time. What he didn't have was any desire to return to that wretched spot, but....what must be done will be done.

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Mosa gave his huge grin and nodded at her, watching her as he went out the door. After she left, Mosa nodded to nobody in particular. He then stood up and stretched his arms. "Now, what's Mosa gonna do....", he mumbled. He then shrugged and looked at his datapad, flicking the touch screen until he saw a text version of Beatrice's announcement. Ah, they're almost here, apparently. Mosa stood up and walked towards his wardrobe, opening it. In there, he saw many, many colorful swimming trunks. An orange one with a white floral pattern, a pink one with squishy peach sea stars, a dark green one with a camo paint on them....Mosa was an avid collector of swimming trunks. He didn't need them whenever he was amongst his fellow Beastmen, but his massive......little Mosa....would be far too distracting when amongst the Federation-kin.

Besides, some of these swimming trunks were basically art, Mosa thought, as he picked one with delicate, hand-painted dark blue tiger-like stripes on a bright orange surface. For some reason, he always ended up going with these ones...


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Megahertz frowned at Byatis' statement, not saying anything until he left. "....You can't catch a fish while floundering on your heels.", she whispered to herself. She then looked on at the cerulean spider leg, and continued to analyze it, cross referencing it with various information on her datapad. So much data to go through..

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Quin closed her eyes, and raised her chin, speaking in a calm manner, a hint of pride in her gesture. "We Genesiors were designed to not only fight well, but also for the longest of times."

Pause. Quin hovered besides Lekan as they walked.

"As a side effect, we degenerate at a vastly slower rate compared to most other...'natural' races."

Another pause. Quin turned to look at Lekan.

"I am youthful, but old. Old, but not expired."

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Time passed as Megahertz analyzed the spider leg. How frustating! It was full of inscriptions and deleted history. Whoever used this did not want to be discovered. But by that same token, it lended credence to Graves' suspicion that it was most likely VENOM who committed this attack. It was either VENOM or the Federation government. And it seemed highly unlikely that the Federation government would terminate a source of a large amount of income...and one of the galaxy's most famous personalities.

Megahertz's communicator rang with a cheerful, bubbly ringtone, and she picked it up, seeing Graves' name on the screen.

"Yo.", she greeted him as she accepted his call. She was his friend now, was she? How cute, she figured, still suspicious of Graves, but cooperative.

She gave a big, long, sigh as she leaned back on her sofa.

"Well. This thing has a bitch of a firewall.", she replied, deadpan. She then smirked before Graves could respond. "But that's exactly why you hired me, right~?"

Megahertz proceeded to explain.

"It's as I suspected. A necron mind control spider. Highly expensive, highly illegal, highly suspicious. I haven't manage to decode the identity of its owner...if that's even possible...., but I could tell you, whoever it was did their homework. I'm going to need a bit more time."

A necron mind control spider. Once conceived as a war-ending weapon by the Federation's most unscrupulous scientists, With the ability to control the body of dead soldiers and direct them against their own comrades, it was hard not to see why. More victories for less casualties (on the Federation side, at least). However, the Federation's higher ups, as well as the neutral colonies, saw it as an immoral and dishonorable object, even by the Federation's pragmatic standards, as the object actually, partiaily, and very painfully resurrected the mind of the deceased. Not enough to actually bring them back to life, but enough to cause them an unimaginable, revolting amount of pain.

This weapon was banned about 2 months after its use, and all copies were officially destroyed. Whoever used this had connections with either Guardian Labs and/or the Napishtim Army.

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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As Gelon replied to his chatter and followed along, Cubey plastered a big old grin on his face.
"Glad to hear it was nice for you Gelon! Oohhhh nap time would be good, and sorry that you didn't sleep good either. But we better have breakfast first, you should always eat before going beddy byes because then you wont be as hungry when you wake up!. And yup Ozmas been super nice to me, and that robot maid lady too!", he replied in turn cheerfully before looking nervous from his comment about Keeton.

As he awaited an answer from Ciril and Riley, watching as Ozma let them pass and offer to get them drinks, with the android maid watching on silently, he saw that Ozma quickly checked a communication device of sorts. But no any communicator, the one that Graves had one each to the pair of them, which Cubey was surprised he hadn't heard go off. As he patted his pockets however, he realized this was due to leaving it up stairs, leaving him completely unaware of what the message was. Must of tumbled out of his pocket without realizing. He looked over at Ozma who glanced back in turn, wondering if he should ask him now or later. He decided later since there was other guests too, wouldn't be fine to spoil their visit. Whatever it was though, Ozma sure looked grim.

The odd beastman then stared in puzzlement at the pink haired lady, seeming unable to comprehend her passive aggresiveness as the snek gentleman turned down Ozma's offer for a drink.
"What do you mean? Ozma let me stay the night yesterday! He was super nice and there was dinner and everything.", Cubey asked puzzled, before noticing Keeton fidgeting and inspecting objects around the house, adding to his confusion, complementing Ozma's home. At first nervous at the chance of him seeing which items he wanted to steal, Cubey relaxed as he announced he was definitely not going to do so and was apparently a friend of Ozma's despite his expression saying otherwise. Maybe that's just how he says hello to him.
"Well that's good to hear! I never met a nice pirate before. Or any pirate really. Actually I don't meet a lot of people, because I never left the facility which the nice lab people looked after me. Hallo!"
Keeton also seemed to know the pink haired lady, which he called Riley, as they greeted each-other, and seem interested in any free tech lying around having asked That Woman for parts. He suddenly then began bellowing at Gelon, asking for his help to fix some doodad that Cubey had no idea of what it was and apparently defeat some man Cubey vaguely had an idea of, which Gelon seemed all for it. The cyborg snek also seemed to know Keeton, calling him K2, and declaring they needed more thought since Drakov was actually the owner of the ship.
"Ummmmm why do you guys want to hurt the captain? He's the boss of the ship right? Isn't he taking us to GEHENNA? I don't get it, is he a bad man? And whats the thingamajig your holding? Is this superhero thingy? Because i'm the 'Super Duper' Cubey! Hey why does Keeton also have the name called K2 as well?", Cubey babbled repeatedly, not reading the situation in the slightest.
What he did notice was That Woman staring at the to which he patted her cold metallic hand and reassuringly said; "Dont worry robot lady i'm sure there not bad guys because they are Gelon's friends and Gelon isn't a meanie. Well I don't think so.", before quickly skipping over to Ozma and whispering as quietly as he could; "When should we go see the smokey man with the hat? He called you right?"

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Chiming sounds from Graves's data pad, indicating some sort of message. Lifting his arm, Graves withdraws the fabric of his jacket, revealing the small device attached to his arm. Activating the screen, Graves falls backwards, crashing into a silvery wall, bruising his shoulder slightly. "What the hell is this?" he mutters. Facing up at him is an animated rendition of him stabbing Deunan, black liquid flowing from his eyes and mouth .

//Is there a problem, Mr. Graves? appears,a message from Crotis, causing the disturbing image to fade away. Bristling angrily, Graves continues to stalk towards Megahert'z dwelling. What the hell did this AI think it was? More importantly, what had Graves done by allowing it onto his data pad.

There better be a really good explenation for that image, Crotis, or else you aren't going to be active much longer.

You think you could stop me that easily, Mr. Graves? It would be a pleasure to see you try such an action.

Just tell me what you bothered me about in the first place.

Rather than receiving an answer from Crotis, a small screen pops up on the data pad, displaying a loading symbol and a small replica of a communicator. The same type of communicator he had given to Megahertz, Ozma, and Cubey. Attention caught, his heavy brows furrowed, straining to hear as the loading symbol disappeared and sound began to come through. The voice he recognized immediately. It was that damned Drakov slave Beatrice. Maybe now would be a perfect time to-

I also thought it would be helpful to inform you that the Federation military is on the ship in force, including an old war comrade of yours.

Now that was news. Graves wasn't surprised that Crotis had been able to access his past, the damn thing showed a tendency towards knowing too much. It was the presence of Federation personnel. Dagojouiise was a neutral planet and the Realta Nua a corporate ship. While he had led a terrorist attack he hadn't expected such a quick response. Surely there was some other business for them to take care of somewhere. Though with someone he knew on the ship... Maybe, just maybe.

Lead me to him, Crotis. Be helpful




Five minutes later

Graves smiled wryly as he strode next to a friend from his unit during the Great War, Orion Thomson. Multiple times they had saved each other's lives, forming part of a core group of veterans in his unit that led the young bloods in to battle, turning defeats into victories or saving lives were they pushed back. Not something he would want to happen again, but it was an honorable time.

"You understand what I am asking you to do Orion, correct? There might be backlash from your superiors from this. Also, are you sure your squad will comply?" asked Graves. Orion chuckled, his robotic arm and eye screeching ever so faintly as they rubbed along their metal casings. The replacements were old by any standard yet they did their job.

"They'll do, Jeremy. They'll do. Besides, I've never faced an Ishkavi before. Ah yes, here's a pistol. Thought you might like something other than that measly knife you have," Orion responded. Extracting a small laspistol, he flipped the weapon and presented the grip to Graves. Nodding lightly, Graves accepted it before motioning to the right. In front of them appears the house, still quite damaged from yesterday's events. Behind them, the five soldiers spread out in a line, each hefting their assault rifle in preparation for the encounter. Behind them walked a small mechanical unit, carrying a small laser cannon. Most likely overkill but safety in weapons, safety in health.

Checking the data pad, he listened as Beatrice finished addressing Megahertz. Distracted. Good. Kicking the front door open, he walks in with pistol and power knife hanging from his hands. "Salutations, Beatrice! Pleasure to meet you again, though the circumstances appear to be different this time," he gloated. Behind him, Orion and his squad stepped through the door, training their weapons on her. "Now, if I heard correctly, you were trying to take that communicator I gave Megahertz. That isn't very nice." Motioning his hand, one of the soldiers pressed a button on their rifle, launching an electrical charge at Beatrice. A very large, very painful taser. He smiled as the energy ran over her body, causing spasms. "If you would be so kind as to put down your weapon I'm sure we could talk this out."

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Ozma shrunk further and further as Cubey showed genuine concern and kindness towards him. Perhaps Drakov was wrong after all. They may not be human, but they all talk, walk, laugh, and cry like him. What was that word? The most inspiring word Ozma had ever heard. "Humanity"? Perhaps, in this day and age, it was time for a new word. Something more...universal.

That Woman stared blankly, not even giving a glance to Cubey. 'Not meanies'? Perhaps. But she was not in the position to decide for herself. She was a machine, a tool. The ability to think for herself was a burden she would rather not bear, as it made her job more difficult than it had to be.

Ozma looked up from his reflection to see Gelon suddenly in front of him. He widened his eyes and instinctively stood up straight. He listened quietly, and became rather touched when Gelon mentioned him being in his thoughts. For most of his life, only two people ever cared about him: His sister and Boris. His father barely acknowledged him, and his unpleasant personality was not very inviting...a fact that even he realized (and secretly resented). Yet Gelon here was genuinely being friendly to him. Ozma looked down, cleared his throat, and paused for a few seconds. It was time he confess to somebody, and he would rather not do it to Cubey. Thus, Ozma whispered, "S-Sir Gelon, sir....I...need to tell you something about...my sister's death...."

Before he could continue though, a loud banging was heard at the door. Ozma couldn't even catch K2's advise, before loud and aggressive voices were heard by the door.

"THIS IS THE FEDERATION! OPEN THE DOOR!"

They could hear the sound of dozens of guns being cocked.

Ozma stared at K2, terrified, whispering rhetorically, "W-what are you doing?!" That Woman, meanwhile, simply stared with her bright red eyes.

Ozma glanced at Ciril, whispering, "T-this house only has one door...." He then lowered his head and sheepishly whispered, "...Sorry." He however, complied and nodded at Ciril's suggestion, looking at Cubey and Gelon while moving back against the walls of the living room, beckoning them to come along.

The door was quickly kicked open, causing it to crack violently and hang loosely by one of its hinges. Soldiers in dark blue armors wielding double-barreled rifles pour into the house. A dozen. Two dozens. Their bright blue visors so bright as to almost blind all those who directly look at them. Their Captain was distinguished by an extra orange-colored pauldron on the right side of his body, and he aimed his rifle at K2.

"So, you're K2-the-space-the-not-so-infamous-space-pirate.", he asked in a mildly affable, mostly deadpan tone. He stood up straight, and planted the rifle stock-first on the ground, with his hands clasped on top of the barrel. An intimidation technique. By appearing nonchalant, the Captain made sure K2 knew he was not afraid of the space pirate. "Name's Captain Harrison. Charmed. Now, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?"

Ozma glanced between Gelon and Ciril, suspecting that one of them was going to do something. Hopefully nothing stupid....

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Megahertz stood up in surprise and instinctively hid the spider leg by placing her hands behind her back as Beatrice came in. She looked up in panic at the significantly taller woman, whispering under her breath, "Oh nooo, not you...." Needless to say, she was rather terrified.

The hell hound Danny growled and entered into a predatory, crouching gait as Beatrice barged inside. Manny the deathcat simply sat still and stared with his chesire cat-like grin.

Megahertz looked between her two thralls and Beatrice. She wasn't surprised when Beatrice demanded the communicator, gritting her teeth as her eyes travel down to her chest area, where the Drakov insignia was printed. She opened her mouth, which ended up hanging as she watch Beatrice get distracted. 'A revolution'? 'K2'? Looks like this little war between Drakov and Graves was going to be unavoidable....

She was rather surprised when Beatrice mentioned an unwillingness to kill children though. So surprised, that she stuttered as Beatrice talked to her again. "A-ah, no, I...can't-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the door was kicked open, and Graves entered the fray with his cavalry. A loud "WAH?!" was all that Megahertz could say when Beatrice was tased. She looked down, watching her spasm on the floor, all the while thinking to herself, that things escalate very, very quickly around here....


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"28.", Quin responded, short and sweet and-..did her voice just returned to the feminine and youthful one? Yes, yes it did. So did her body, having shrunk a few inches down and gaining more feminine features. If Lekan paid attention, he could also see that her face actually became more feminine in this stage, being rounder and with wider eyes. It was more noticeable now that he saw her transforming back. Quin then glanced to see Federation Soldiers running towards the Upper Class Houses. Quite a few of them, in fact, and her curiosity was piqued.

"........That is a lot of soldiers.", Quin muttered.

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Riley frowned when Cubey mentioned a lab. She briefly recalled her time in the Cerioan labs. It was definitely not friendly like Cubey described his own experience. Her thoughts were so distracting that she didn't notice the situation getting more tense and Ciril addressing that they should leave. Those thoughts however completely disappeared as the Fed soldiers knocking down the door, snapped her back into reality. "Ahh!" She let out a quick screech as she heard several men cocking their guns in their direction. She instinctively rose her arms. "I didn't do anything!" She blurted out. Things escalated so quickly, she could just teleport and leave the group but...no...not again. She promised herself she wouldn't. Riley just kept quiet, hoping that complying would keep everyone safe.

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Ophelia wandered for a while. Not quite sure what to do. She knew for a while that the Federation soldiers probably wouldn't go after her. She just couldn't feel like she deserved Mosa and his hospitality. She wandered a bit in the residential area, walking over the left over rubble from the night before. Her ears flicked as she caught the sound of men rushing towards a house. She kept her distance, but moved in to watch from an alleyway. Several armed men, rushed into a more regal looking house. Thanks to her hearing, Ophelia was able to listen in from where she was. A Drakov employee? Interesting. Then the sound of a taser. Ophelia couldn't help but barely grin. Just barely. She stayed where she was to eavesdrop, being interested even though she had little context. 'Down with Drakov' was all she needed.

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Keeton only looked towards the door, not responding to Ciril asking for a plan, or Gelon rudely mentioning his name again. The pirate knew what lie ahead. The max prison for him, they will find him to be one of the worst criminals in history for doing next to nothing. Then throw him in a cell, until he was bludgeoned to death by one of the actual worst criminals in history. Keeton felt genuine fear, not like in Nebulon, where the mech had almost sliced him completely in half. This fear was inescapable. maybe it would be different, if it was just Gelon, Ciril, and him. As he looked back to the group there stood a boy he had done terrible things to tortured and spit on, a child blabbering on about something crazy and fantastic, and the prettiest girl with the most beautiful pink hair. The ruffian sighed. Keeton knew he couldn't put them in danger, but he also could not let hopes be brought down.

"You lot are a hell of a team, especially you short stuff!" Keeton says, expertly wiping away his miserable stare to a headstrong and determined grin. "I do have a plan Ciril, it is to ensure the safety of each individual here." Counting comes from the other side of the door as a battering ram hits the entrance way on the number 1. "Listen to me Gelon, you must keep fighting. I will find a way to escape I promise you that. In the mean time repair the Roger, and whatever you do don't let them get their hands on it. Unfortunately for you blokes, Captain Sully made sure to lock that machine up tight, so only I will be able to use it." The words 'Captain Sully' pierced the room, and all who were competent enough to comprehend the name, knew exactly who Captain Sullivan was.

The door is kicked open, and many federation troops file into the room. Their leader stands confidently mocking the young prodigy with his words. "The easy way, or the hard way." The federation knew Keeton, the ruffian had some close calls with them before. They all stood rifles ready to neutralize both Keeton and his companions. Ciril made an attempt to bargain his way out of the conflict with a deal, a dumb idea, but thoughtful. Keeton was flattered. He pushed aside the wing like projections shielding him and walked with hands behind his head towards the soldier in charge. "Well Captain Harrison it looks like it's your lucky day, cause we will for once be doing this the easy way." Keeton says still grinning dumbly at the commander. "Oi! Ciril, tell Clockwork I said sorry, and for the love of christ gelon, MY NAME IS K2!" Keeton shouts towards the group while being shoved out the entrance, until the door finally closes leaving only silence in the now more empty room.

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This was a fucked situation from the start, and now it got only worst. We were only a few hours away from the fucking moon, Keeton had given up, And that shit bag Graves keeps ruining Beatrice's day. She got back to the apartment where Ridley and Vlad were still searching for salvageable equipment. Her recon suit had been shot to shit, her eye badly bruised, and a small hole pouring crimson blood was visible near her right lung. Her eyes, once beaming with green neon energy, now were dimmed, and her gauntlets placed upon either arm were horribly damaged. "Abandon mission..." was all she could muster, before fading out of conciseness, and falling to the floor.

10 minutes before

Beatrice struggles to find her footing, unexpectedly she had been forced to the ground by ways of muscle constriction, also known as a taser. She pulled the needles from her body and quickly snapped the chords fueling them. "Yes, let us talk." Beatrice says turning towards the squadron backed by the very mobster himself. Beatrice does as he says and takes off both gauntlets, throwing them to the floor. Beatrice needed only a few minutes in order to wipe out the entirety of the 'resistance'. "Shall we talk about, the actions of a one Jeremy Graves and how his 'escapade' led to the assassination of two important dignitaries aboard my ship, or should we discuss the extremely dangerous and hostile program, that is so far advanced that it infiltrated private Drakov servers without so much as a threat to the software itself. Please explain to me why I am here having multiple primitive idiots pointing their 'boom sticks' in my direction, on my fucking ship!" That's all the time she needed to kill. In the next moment the laser cannon aims at a federation soldier, and blasts a giant hole smoldering through his torso. Beatrice quickly lands a savage punch on the left jaw of Jeremy, knocking him to the ground and zips to cover. An all out gun fight now ensues, while federation soldiers try to pulverize the older Ishkavi with concussive rounds, grenades, and laser clips. Beatrice has no choice it is life or death at this point, and the latter is not an option. She pulls up the leg of her recon suit and takes the small pistol holstered there, and a pair of ear plugs next to it. She places the ear protection into her own ears, and aims towards the soldiers. She pulls the trigger. A sound escapes from the gun, so low, you can almost not hear it. In the next instant whatever was standing in the pathway of the gun, including cover, is shattered and blown apart. Carnage sweeping over the soldiers watching the visceral sight of their companions being literally blown into bits, all of the soldiers seem to flee. Beatrice breathes heavily, making her way to the exit. However she is ambushed by Orion, and feels a sharp pain come from her right side. She looks down to find a knife piercing through her breast she looks up, and shows the man her evil and sadistic expression, Beatrice licks her lips with her vile cat like tongue before pulling the trigger on the man blowing his head clean off. Parts of brain matter fall from the sky and blood stains both the inside and outside of the apartment. Beatrice hobbles over to her gauntlets, and proceeds to put them back on her wrists. "You will have your war." she says spitting on the unconscious Graves, as she limps her way back to her squad.

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Ozma was briefly distracted from the dire situation by Cubey's babbling. It was almost impressive how fickle the beastman's mood can be. He was rather surprised by Ciril defending K2. Those two did not look like they would fit in a fruit bowl together....but his head almost launched from his head as he saw K2 hand himself over to the Federation. His jaw hung and he blinked twice.

Harrison stared at Ciril. It seemed like he was honestly considering his proposition...until K2 decided to go and turn himself in. Harrison couldn't help but be amused, if slightly disappointed for the lack of struggle. He stared at K2 eye to eye...or he would be, if not for the blinding blue visor on his helmet. "Well. That was anticlimactic, wasn't it?", he scoffed. Harrison personally handcuffed K2, and pushed him out of the door, gesturing his soldiers to escort him away. Before leaving, he looked over the entire group - the one-armed mercenary, the red-haired bastard, the green and blocky manchild, the double-shaded spy, the quiet illeryian, and That Woman. He bowed his head, and muttered a polite "Goodbye.", before leaving with his men.

Ozma looked down and sighed. He was not so sure he should tell Gelon the truth anymore...


As Harrison and his men dragged K2 away, the pirates' words echo in his mind. 'Captain Sully'. The Captain glanced at the young pirate, and lets out a curious "Hmmmmmmm.", before pulling out a pen and idly flipping it, keeping his itchy trigger finger hands busy as they escort the pirate to his prison.

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Megahertz watched the lightning fast bloodbath Beatrice unleashed upon Graves' cavalry, horrified. She may be a thief and a whistleblower, but these people....Beatrice, Graves...they were real killers. She was seriously considering jumping ship at Nekrim and leaving before something worse happened around - or to - her. She looked over the corpses briefly, but focused on Graves - mostly because she was not in the mood to stomach the sight of mutilated corpses, partially because she was morbidly curious on the state he was in.

Danny reappeared by her side, his eyes narrowed and his face distorted into a snarl. Megahertz glanced at him curiously, and somewhat annoyedly. What now? Did he just not like Beatrice's scent very much...or was there something even more horrifying nearby?


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Ridley and Vlad searched the area far away from Beatrice and Graves' encounter. The two did not notice their boss approaching, with Ridley kneeling over a rubble, his icy claws pulling up a man's severed arm from underneath, and Vlad standing with her foot on a skull, and her hands on her hips. Her tail flicked around impatiently, and she grumbled to herself, "...Nothing here at all."

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Rily stood there silently as stuff just happened around her. K2 gave himself up to the soldiers but before she could protest, he was gone. She slumpd, dejected that she couldn't do anything to help. Just as Riley was about to just teleport and leave, her ears twitched as Ozma dropped a BOMBSHELL of info. "You WHAT?!" She exclaimed, looking in Ozma's general direction. And the man, Gelon, just...brushed it off? Unbelieveable. "Are you serious?! You are just going to tell 'oh thats ok'?! He ordered the ASSASSINATION of his own father! For 'reasons'?! Oh no no no, that doesn't just get a 'its ok champ we all make mistakes'!" Riley clenched her metal fists so tightly you could hear the scraping of metal. "Some of us would KILL to have a family and you hire someone to KILL yours?! What the hell?" She knew this was absolutely none of her business but this was just way too drastic. She couldn't even sympathize with the guy even though she could hear his sobs. "And now I'm just finding out DEUNAN is dead because of this?! You..you MONSTER!"

Riley stopped yelling. She kept her teeth clenched, practically seething. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked just about ready to punch Ozma in the jaw.

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Ophelia listened to the scuffle from her vantage point and saw the Ishkavi woman dash out of the premise fairly wounded. Ophelia smirked ever so slightly, looking at the trail of blood she left behind. She slowly walked towards the now quiet home, her cold blank expression plastered on her face. A moment passed as the fight was over and Ophelia stood quietly in the damaged doorway, looking down at Graves, then to Megahertz and her hellbeasts. She quietly prepared herself if they would attack her. Ophelia was never the one to make allies but, she hated Drakov, and from what she heard of this man from Beatrice's diatribes, so did he. It was a start. After another moment of silence, Ophelia quietly held out her hand to Graves to help him up. "She sounds like quite a bitch." Ophelia said in a cold tone.

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Along with the others, Cubey was astounded that K2 would rather turn himself in than go with with Ciril's negotiations, and telling Gelon to find away of repairing the peculiar doodad making the odd cubic mutant typically miserable and stunned in response to the the whole scene, though curious on who he meant by short stuff. Cubey looked on with a frown as the space pirate pushed aside Ciril's wing shaped cybernetics and careful turned himself in to the federation troops, giving the commander a a big old goofy grin. The mutated beastman somberly waved goodbye at the man he barely knew, as the very same person told Ciril to contact someone called Clockwork, as well as chiding Gelon for not calling him K2. As they took him away, Cubey scratched at his arm, unable to muster any idea on how to help the selfless stranger that just saved them from most likely a very costly fight. As well as Ozma's house being torn apart. He merely gave a sad sigh as Harrison scoffed at the space pirate, looking around the others in case if they had any suggestions as the commander bid them farewell, blowing a raspberry at him after the door was shut and miserably mumbled; "Poor K2, he seemed nice.", giving Ozma a grimace a she sighed as well, though not knowing the true reason behind it.

His attention shifted to Gelon however a she asked the home owner on what he wanted to tell him earlier, staring at his friend in curiosity and slight worry, hoping whatever it was he was going to say, it wasn't about the smokey man in the suit. Even Cubey was pretty sure that man didn't want people spreading information. What came out of Ozma's mouth however was something he would never have and a smidgen of a guess for, staring wide eyed and frozen in shock and disbelief. He merely could only watch on as Ozma continued to talk before breaking down into tears, and more disbelief came as Gelon readily accepted his apology and forgave him, with some confusing talk about following his relatives and his robotic arm, or at least it was to Cubey. He snapped out of his trance when Riley started her furious bellowing at them, to which Cubey stared at her with grim look of agreement on his face, before staring at the sunglasses wearing snek and the robotic maid for what they had to say, though it seemed the snek was more interested in his data pad. Suddenly, Cubey was filled with utter confused frustration and rage deciding to avoid saying anything, and threw a cushion at Ozma, changing it's gravity to turn much more like a brick than a pillow on impact, before rushing past Gelon and Ozma to get to Deunan's old room. He needed to get the transmitter. He needed to contact the smokey man in the suit.

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Graves smiles as Beatrice begins to convulse, falling to the ground as electric shocks over-rode her nervous system, contracting the muscles into a cramped position. Such a lovely invention, the taser. Despite the age which it had, a few thousand years at the last- not long after guns and electricity- it still served its job quite admirably. Beatrice's hands moved to the small needles and snapped them out, ceasing the connection between her and the rifle. His smile turned to a frown and Graves raised the pistol in his hand slightly, wary of what Beatrice might attempt.

"It pleases me that we could come to an agreement, Beatrice. As to the assassinations, we both know that the Knight family presented a threat to Drakov. Spare me the jabber. Now-" Graves was cut off as the blast of a laser cannon sounded, tearing through one of the soldiers next to him. Ducking off to the side as the gun-fire erupts around him, Graves begins to squeeze off shots against Beatrice. Grimacing at the ineffectiveness of the pistol against her advanced armor, he staggers as her fist connects with his face, sending him barreling off.

Head scraping against the corner of the wall, he looked over at Beatrice once again in time to see Orion jump on her, stabbing a power knife through her armor. Unable to move, he could only watch as the barrel of the pistol swung up faster than any normal eye could see, settling below Orion's jaw before the shot detonated. Cerebral matter sprayed throughout the room, pieces of pink and grey flesh spattering around him. Slipping on blood, his head connected with the ground, rendering him dazed, oblivious to Beatrice's exit.

Ears ringing, hearing returned to him slowly. Shifting around on the ground, he spotted Ophelia walking into the room. A creature unlike any he had ever seen before. Gaunt, white face, black horns, and a demonic arm. Certainly interesting to see. She stood quiet for a few moment before extending her 'normal' hand down towards him. Taking it, he grunted as she helped drag him to a standing position, head still sore from fall. Laughing at her response, he shook his head. "That she is, that she is. I assume you aren't exactly friends of her, or Drakov, either. How may I be of service?"

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Beatrice woke in a room with white walls, and a blaring light annoying the Ishkavi. Her first instinct was to slice them into pieces, but soon realized that her weapons had been confiscated. She finally understood where she had been taken to, a med bay aboard her own ship. Beatrice sat up, and examined the stitching on her breast. Remembering back to the conflict, Graves had said something about the Knights being an issue. He must know Drakov well if he was able to put together the fact that we put the hits on the boy and girl. One of which, still lives.

The Ishkavi removed the IV from her wrist, wincing slightly at the pain. Her body still needed to recover from that fight. Graves deserved to die, but Megahertz proved to be problematic. Had she attempted to slay the man, she might've been faced with retaliation from the girl and her two pets. One thing was for certain, something big erupted in those few minutes. People had forgotten about the goal to defeat GEHENNA, and were now focusing their efforts on bringing the downfall of Drakov as a whole. Which sounded ludicrous, but if Beatrice had observed anything over the years, it was that ideas are contagious. They plague peoples memories, and all it takes is one martyr to spark a revolution.

Beatrice slams the wall with her fist, and rises from the hospital bed. She makes her way to the front of the infirmary, and waits impatiently for her belongings. She walks to the private Drakov elevator, and sends the it to her room. She drops onto her cushioned bed. Everything was unraveling so fast, at this point would it even be possible to get to Medigo. Her communicator rings, "Ma'am we will be docking on Nekrim in a few minutes." Beatrice hangs up the call, and lays emotionless in her bed. She has to make an announcement, but what is the point if everyone wants her head.

"Fuck them", she whispers, covering herself with sheets and settling in for a nap.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: That Woman Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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As Cubey stroppily slammed the door behind him when he finally stormed into Deunan's room, he could still hear the furious arguing downstairs, though extremely muffled. It was still definitely heated and vicious however, that much was obvious, even to Cubey. He quickly noticed the encrypted transmitter on the floor next to a few stuffed animals, which he hastily snatched almost immediately, before realizing he had no idea how to work the device, causing his to give a moody growl at the innocent transmitter. After a few stressful moments of shouting hello at the device,as well as pressing any button he could find, a voice suddenly emitted for it, leaving Cubey quite surprised at it announced; "You have one missed message."
It then proceeded to replay the message from Graves about meeting near where they first met the man, where Deunan had died the day before, leaving Cubey soften up a little.

He took deep breaths and counted as high as he could, which wasn't that much to be frank, before seeing the clock on the wall showing clearly he was going to be late very soon, making him stressed once again, as he gave a panicked yelp before shoving the transmitter in his pocket, and shoving open the door. He had to tell the smokey man what Ozma just confessed, and meeting him face to face, was probably the best bet of getting that across than fiddling around with the transmitter for hours on end. Besides, he was just asked to head there anyways, probably meaning he had a lead on something, at least that was what Cubey guessed. Unless if he just wanted to hang out. That would be okay too. Unless if he turned out to be a bad guy as well. Then there was only Gelon which he wasn't sure if he was a bad guy or not since he wanted to be friends with Ozma who he was now convinced was a bad guy, and Quin and Lekan, but he didn't really know them either. Or Tep either, who seemed nice as well nonetheless. In fact the more he thought about it, he didn't really know anyone aboard the ship, which for some reason, made him panic even more for a second. He then realized that his antennae was picking up the fact that Riley and Ciril had left the building, their smell now having turned a lot weaker, guessing they both got sick of Ozma and Gelon, giving a nasty sneer to himself.

The cubic mutant then quickly leapt down the stairs, only to slip and topple onto his back, exclaiming grumpily; "Your fault Ozma! No Laughing!", trying his best not to fly in a rage against Ozma for his unjust blaming for his lack of athletic grace. He got back to his feet and loudly and quickly proclaimed; "I'm off to meet the smokey man now, bye robot maid lady, bye Gelon!", before rushing off out of the door moodily, not bothering to bid goodbye to Ozma as quickly began sprinting as fast as his stubby little legs would allow.

He rudely pushed passed Ciril in the hallway, as well as run past Riley and Mosa stopping and glancing back to only quickly comment; "That tricycle looks silly!" stroppily, giving his only real indication of recognizing them. Cubey continued on his run towards his destination; the last place he saw Deunan alive.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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(sorry its taken so long! Midterm week HELL. Especially when some are worth 40% of my grade. Those kinda take precedence over an rp..)

Riley did a double take when a booming voice was trying to get her attention. She was so lost in thought he had barely noticed him there. This was so unlike her... normally she'd just follow her heart without a worry in the world but...something was just not right. Something foreboding. "O-oh! I'm so sorry, I didn't....wait you're riding a tricycle? Dude how old are you?" Riley started to laugh. "I'm fine... I just realized that if I followed through with something I was gonna do, I'd have no evidence." Riley stood there for a moment. "So uh...hi..."

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Ophelia didn't smirk back at Graves. "It looks like you are in need of services more than I right now." She looked a bit behind Graves at megahertz and her servant creatures. They stood down but looked weary of her. Ophelia stared back at Graves with her soulless eyes. "I'm not a fan. They....indirectly...hurt me. And I'd like to do the same." She paused to give Graves an appraising look over. She didn't care what this man's true business was but if she was going to start with her revenge, he seemed like a good place to start before she would zero in on her main target. "A mercenary under Drakov's employment has enlightened me that he intends to capture GEHENNA for its power. Not destroy it. Destroying GEHENNA seems to have its benefits..." This was probably the most Ophelia has said in om bout in a long time, her stitches were starting to ache on the corners of her mouth. "Though I'm not sure if you know this already."

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Byatis crawled along the rooftops and noticed a group of Fed soldiers holding someone forcibly by the arm leading him somewhere. Curious, Byatis took a closer look. It was K2! "Oh that silly pirate, getting into his shenanigans again! " He happily laughed. Byatis decided to follow them by the rooftops. With the artificial daylight lights broken, he was hidden quite well.

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Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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(Super-stubby squishy post of failure...)

Graves considered Ophelia's words. He had no way of gauging her power thus far, something which would be crucial if he decided to accept her help. As if that was a question, he thought. Chiming sounded from his data pad once again, notifying him to an alert from Crotis for whatever reason. Glancing down, Graves saw that the designated meeting time with Ozma and Cubey approached. Sighing at the thought of the counter, he pulled out the communicator, activating it as he did so.

"I'll be at the meeting place shortly you two. Don't be surprised if I bring along some others. Just a heads-up." Tucking away the device, he turned back towards Ophelia and Megahertz. Tipping his hat towards them, he stated, "I need to go to an encounter with some others. If either of you desires to come along, be my guest."

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Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Cubey ignored the fellow beastman's angry words, continuing to run off in a huff towards the meeting place, hoping he wasn't too late and wishing he had brought a watch with him. As well as fully understanding how to tell time. That stuff is super tricky. He continued on nonetheless,despite his lack of knowledge on accurate time telling. He then began to wonder if the smokey man was a bad guy. He didn't seem like it at first but then neither did Ozma. He did look more like a bad guy though, kinda like a gangster guys or detective bloke in those films the grown ups in the facility wouldn't let him watch.

Before he could ponder on it any longer however, as Graves' voice came suddenly out of the communicator, announcing that he would be at the meeting point soon, which Cubey was happy to hear as he began getting extremely near the place now, or at least he thought so. What he wasn't too keen on hearing is that he might bring some people along with him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to meet new people yet, worrying if they were bad guys and if the entire meeting is a trap. He would have to ask them about it. A little imaginary light bulb lit up for Cubey in that moment to which he decided to bellow at the communicator; "Hey Mr. smokey man, are you and your friends bad guys?", before adding a few repeats of a confused hello until he realized he still hadn't fingerd out how to chat to people on the device. Shoving the communicator back in his pocket, Cubey began sprinting towards his destination again, lightening the gravity to help along a little.

When he finally arrived at the place, he realized how much the ship's staff had repaired the place, and how much they 'cleaned up' as well. It's almost if there was just some nasty accidents about the place rather than the full force attack that there was yesterday, with only a few blood splatters here and there, along with a few areas of small collateral damage. Deunan's body was gone too, causing Cubey to stare at the spot where he last saw here, or at least though she last saw her. It was tricky to tell, since they did a rather good job of tidying up. He wondered where his dearly departed friend went. He stood in silence for a while, awaiting Graves and whoever else he brought with him to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Riley smiled a bit as Mosa cheered her up a bit, "Yeah, perhaps it will. Oh! We've made it to Nekrim? I must have lost track of time! Ahah, well I guess I COULD use some relaxation on the beach and breath another form of simulated fresh air." Riley could hear the squeaking of Mosa's floatation toys as he moved around and tried not to giggle. "Let's go before the good spots are taken!" Riley could feel two presences coming up behind them, but had no way of knowing who they were unless they spoke, so she simply took a step or two closer to Mosa to get out of their way.

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Ophelia stared quietly for a moment as she listened to Graves talk on his communicator in a hushed tone. Simply nodding at Graves' offer she followed behind him and glanced back at Megahertz wondering if she'd join them or not, though you couldn't tell from Ophelia's forever cold gaze.

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Byatis noticed K2 looking up at him. He stuck his tongue out back at K2 and had to stifle a giggle when he got tazed. But, Byatis took that as a sign to be careful and activated his natural camouflage. He hopped from rooftop to rooftop until they went up an elevator, to which he sat like a puppy waiting for its owner. Sure enough, time passed and the Federation troops were back with K2 still in tow, and Byatis continued his cloaked pursuit.

After a while Byatis comes upon a small jail building. This was definitely temporary as Byatis already spotted a few ways past the guards. He quietly creeped up to the building and followed K2's scent. He must be a bit up, Byatis thought. Byatis tapped the wall quickly. Nothing was triggered...good. Quietly crawling up the jail wall, Byatis peered in to a window and saw K2 in his cell. Keeping cloaked Byatis giggled in a hushed tone. "Oooo someone's in troooouble."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Ozma was a bit surprised when Gelon grabbed his wrist, instinctively turning to look at him, but nodded understandingly at his advice. "Ah, yes s-...Gelon." His heart skipped a beat as he saw Riley, and a big blue Beastman beside her. He did not want any trouble, so he lowered his gaze.

Mosa grinned happily at Riley's positive reaction, showing off his enormous teeth. "Beach moon big enough for most people. But Mosa big enough for most beach moons! HAHAHA!" He turned around as his tail could feel the vibrations of the approaching Gelon and Ozma. He greeted them with a slightly forced smile and a wave. "AH, Gelon!! Flying Munchkin! Good day!!" At least, he did not sound like he held a grudge against Gelon.

Ozma would respond, but Riley's presence there made it extra awkward.

"You two going to beach?", Mosa questioned them as he stepped off the tricycle and slung it over his shoulders. It was getting inconvenient.


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Megahertz have been keeping silent of the matter this whole time, when she realized Ophelia's pitch black, shark-like eyes were on her. "!" She nearly fell from the realization, then looked between her and Graves, and realized she hadn't answered his questions. "Eh? Oh!...yeah, I..guess I could come along.", she responded warily, her two demonic pets staying by her side. She wasn't completely sure she was in on the 'Anti-Drakov' revolution. Graves made her very suspicious. But if he could help her find Sentinel.....

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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"Okay then. BYE!" Mosa waved at the pair, watching them walk into the distance.

After Mosa and Riley were out of earshot, Ozma turned to Gelon, remembering Graves' offer. "....I...I know where. Follow me." Quickening his pace, Ozma headed for Graves' meeting shot.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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As Ophelia and Megahertz responded to his offer of tagging along to the meeting with Cubey and Ozma, Graves thought as to what he would do after he had discussed the matter of Deunan. One thing was certain: he had to prevent Drakov and his subordinates from reaching or at least capturing whatever this GEHENNA thing was. If Drakov could somehow manage to turn the creature or organization to his advantage then the possibility of Drakov becoming the single strongest person in the galaxy was almost certain despite not knowing the capabilities of GEHENNA as it was. Not a comforting prospect in the least.

"Since it seems we will all be travelling together, I'd say we should begin leaving about now," he rasped before hacking violently, spittle flying over the floor as coughs wracked his body. Touching a hand to his lips, blood came away, vermilion stains on his rough skin. A grimace graced his lips as he stood, pain and annoyance coursing through his body in tandem. Gripping the pistol in his hand tightly, the synthetic and metal grip dug into his hand, leaving imprints.

Turning to face the door, he commanded, "Follow me." Without assuring himself that Megahertz and Beatrice were following him, he began to stride towards the meeting place which had been arranged earlier. Retrieving his communicator once again, he activated it and said, "I'll be there in a minute or two. Try and be on time." Storing the device, his eyes ignored the decorations, work crews, and soldiers rushing through the ship in the bustle of unloading and repairing any remaining damages. If his mind served him correctly, they were approaching the area where Deunan was assassinated. Rounding a corner, he spotted Cubey and his viasge immediately lightened as he gazed upon the piteous creature. Pain lay clear on Cubey's face, that much Graves could tell. Slowing his stride and holstering the pistol in his coat, Graves approached Cubey before stopping to speak two words, "Hello Cubey."

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Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Clockwork gave two thumbs up at the sight of Quin's outfit, massively approving. "Ten out of ten! Those curves look amazing on you, girl" He was rather amused at Ciril and Lekan's more formal reactions, though he kept that to himself.

Quin nodded, pleased, at the three men's reactions. "Sandy.", Quin repeated, finding that term amusing for some reason. It seemed like Lekan was not going to make fun of her lack of assets. She then nodded, hovering besides Lekan. She paused for a bit, as she usually does when carefully thinking over her actions and words, then held up her hand in front of Lekan, apparently expecting him to treat her like a lady.

Clock put his right arm around Ciril's shoulder, pulling him close, then gave a thumbs up to Lekan's offer. "You expect me to miss out on the sight of hot green skinned space babes? Never!", he remarked with his usual playful tone. In the back of his mind, he worried about K2, but his cybernetic nanopaste gut told him that he should go for a wait and see approach...for now.

The four proceeded to take in the sight of the beaches. The benefits of advanced technology were great and many, especially in a luxurious place such as this. There was neither ugliness nor plainness here. All the men and women were fit and universally attractive, dressed in equally flattering (and revealing outfits), as they bath in the sun, swim in the waters, and play volleyball. Bodies glistened with sweat and water, hair flowing about in the wind.


They entered the relaxing Beatrice's line of sight, and Clock was instantly drawn by her impressive looks. He leaned and whispered to Ciril. "Ciril! I'm gonna show you how to be a quintessential cybernetic gentleman! Watch and learn~"

He zoomed over to Beatrice, standing over her and blocking out her sun. He gestured with his right arm as if he was flipping his hair....though he had no hair to speak of. He cleared his throat, and blurted out his choice of a pickup line:

"Hey babe!..Is your father an astronaut? Cause your beauty almost sent me jumping to the stars!"

Behind them, Quin suddenly had a mini drum set with her when they weren't looking, with which she performed a flawless rimshot.

The setting changes from nekrim to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Megahertz followed Graves quietly, accompanied by her hellhound and deathcat. She furrowed her brows at Graves' strange coughing, but knew better than to ask him anything bluntly. She decided, instead, to make a mental note of that. The hellhound, ever vigilant, constantly glared at both Graves and Ophelia, snarling aggressively and distrustingly. The deathcat, never caring, rocked his head as he strutted forward, as if headbanging to an inaudible tune.

She followed Graves, and saw Cubey standing there. She felt...strange. Cubey's strange appearance gave her a feeling of uncanny valley, but at the same time, there was..something strange in his eyes. Something sad.....


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Ozma looked away in response to Gelon's question. He wasn't very enthusiastic in answering that question, but Gelon seemed to be the most accepting person in the galaxy right now, so he figured it wouldn't hurt.

"...It's...pretty selfish really.", Ozma whispered, voice dripping with guilt and hesitance. "I..I was just....resentful. My father....he always prefered me over Deunan. He did not even make that a secret."

Ozma gazed at the ceiling. "And yet...I..can never bring myself to hate Deunan. She was kind, caring, sweet to everyone. Even me." He sighed and frowned. "I feel like such a spiteful asshole...."

It did not seem like Ozma wanted to discuss this much, though he passed a glance at Gelon, silently wondering what his reaction would be.

Either way, he quickened his pace, and soon, arrived at the meeting spot with the expected Cubey, Graves, and...two other people he did not recognize. Ozma gave the two ladies a brief look, then very quickly turned his gaze, for obvious reasons. He glanced at Gelon again, then to Cubey. He wanted to apologize...but decided it wasn't the right time. He turned instead to Graves, and took a deep breath. "...I'm here. I brought a..friend... along. I hope you don't mind."

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Gelon nodded as Ozma answered his question and accepted it since this might not have been the good time "yes you are right in that" Gelon said and keeps following him, when they arrived cubey was at deunan's last seen location but Clark, megahertz with some kind of beasts and Ophelia were there as well, Ozma must have had a reason not telling him about this meeting and he hopped none of them would make a scene or pick a fight

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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As Cubey waited around staring at his surroundings, he pondered if he was walking into a trap, but deciding against it very quickly, not only because he wanted to pretend that wasn't going to happen, and that he couldn't really see the point in making a trap for him and Ozma.
He then swerved round to see Graves greeting him to which he waved back at him a replied; "Hello Mr. smokey suit man. I have big news for you.", before he began staring at the pair behind him. He had no idea who the very human looking lady behind him was, but he vaguely remembered the much lankier and scarier looking lady, probably was back when they were fighting those giant kitty things. He decided it was probably best to ignore them for now.

He shook his head in attempt to refocus on the one who invited him here, taking a deep breath before telling Jeremy; "Ozma hired an assassin person to kill his dad from the same group that killed Deunan, I don't think he hired anyone to hurt her though but I think he said Venom were the big stupid smelly poo poo head she hired.", which was shortly followed by him glaring furiously at the ground for a few moments, seeming to be in a sulk of sorts. It didn't improve his mood when he turned to the voice of Ozma who brought along Gelon with him, apologizing for his lateness, to which he stroppily turned his back to the recently arrived duo.

Crossing his arms for a moment, Cubey did his best to figure out why he and Ozma were called to here, which took only mere seconds before he gave up and asked Graves; "Hey Mr. smokey suit man, why did ya tell us to come here? And what did you want to talk about? Are we joining your club thing? Are those two ladies in your club thing? Is it a trap? Is it something important? Who are those two ladies? Are they your girlfriends?", as he floated around when blabbered his tirade of question at the criminal leader, still trying his best to ignore Ozma, though also a bit wary of the new strangers that arrived, and worried if Gelon thought bad of him for not liking his friend.

The setting changes from stratevaria-galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Byatis just watched his his usual smile as K2 was tased and dragged away. He stood there a moment in quiet before blurting out. :....Okay bye!" and he turned off of the wall he clung to, landing with a thud on all fours. Now that they were docked in Nekrim, Byatis figured he could take advantage of the much more sparsely populated Realta Nua. Mainly just to explore. Byatis deactivated his camouflage and sauntered along the roads on all fours. Even when crawling, Byatis's figure was was massive.n

After a short while of walking peacefully, humming 'Its not Unusual' to himself, he heard voices, but one word stuck out in particular. Venom. The organization he worked for! Byatis shifted with a mighty curiosity and crawled up another rooftop, and laid down on his back, just listening to what was being talked about. He had no intention upon acting on it, though. The main voice that stuck out to him was that of a child? It certainly sounded like it, which confused him greatly.

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Ophelia remained quiet as they approached Cubey. This was who this man wanted to meet? She had no idea why. It was just a child, or, it sounded like one. Though she did have a vague memory of the beastman they day they fought the Cazadores, and when Deunan died. Only now did it register to Ophelia, that that was where they had ended up just now. She had no sentimental attachment so it took her a moment. Suddenly, she heard two voices calling out in the distance. One of them she recognized instantly. Gelon. Her cold stare twitched as he spoke but she didn't break out into a rage, though you could tell she was mad.

Suddenly Cubey let on a barrage of questions which started to get on Ophelia's nerves, to which she spoke with sharpness in her voice. "Grow up," was all she decided to say. If looks could kill...

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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The sound of two voices drew Graves's attention to the outlying area of the work. Straining against his exhaustion, he could make out the silhouetted forms of Ozma and Gelon. It appeared that Ozma had brought along a friend of his own. Ozma appeared tired himself, a specter of pain and anguish scuttling across his face. Gelon looked significantly more peaceful yet held a grim determination on the outside. What could have possibly put them in such a state? As Ozma addressed him, Graves dryly responded, "I noticed. Give me a bit more warning next time, boy.

It was at that point that Cubey began to embark on his rant, spouting out words in such a quick fashion that each word was nearly indiscernible from any other. Yet there remained enough of a difference for Graves to pick up on the meaning and eventually the words. As the initial point of the tirade ended, Graves's brow furrowed over his eyes, consternation evident on his face. So Ozma had hired the assassin's, had he? The second set of questions were less surprising yet just as important to deal with as Ozma. Sighing, Graves settled on a plan of action.

Adjusting his shoulders in an apparent stretch, Graves slowly slid the power knife down to his palm. Crossing his arms behind his back and folding his fingers upwards to his rest, he hid the hilt from sight. A twinkle appeared in his eyes but not a happy one. Darkly, he looked across all gathered near him. A fine 'army' he had assembled. Soon it would be down one. Possibly.

"I forgot that I had never introduced myself to you officially, Cubey. In that case, you can call me Clark. Onto your questions. Why did I bring you here? Simple enough. I'm a manipulative bastard. If you want to join my 'club, as you call it, you may. And no, they are not my girlfriends," he stated flatly. Hearing Ophelia behind him, Graves stiffened. So, that was how it was going to be.

Sliding the knife back up his coat sleeve, Graves clasped his hands together in front of him. Muttering a small incantation, he breathed into the artificial cup before opening it. Out dropped a small ball of darkness, sticking to the ground. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out the laser pistol which had been given to him by Orion. "I think it's time we had ourselves a little talk." Turning around, he looked pointedly at Ophelia. "I don't know your name. Part of me doesn't care. But if we are going to do this, we're doing it my way. So shut up. And you Ozma, oh-oh, you my boy." Looking down at the pistol in his hand, Graves closed his eyes, muttered, and then opened his eyes again. At his feet the pool of shadow began to grow, extending tendrils in all directions. A chill filled the air, breathe crystallizing as it left a body. "I don't appreciate actions such as you have done and I am inclined to believe Cubey in this matter. I can't afford mistakes and as such must make sure nothing can cause them. I'm sorry." With those two final words, Graves withdrew the las pistol, pointing it at Ozma's forehead, an approximation of where Deunan's wound had been. Gloved hands closed down upon the trigger and the bolt of energy spat forth, burrowing through the boy's skull. Ozma was dead.

(To settle anyone's concerns, I am not auto-hitting. Discussed this with Knight)

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Gelon was already tense from Ophelia so any hostile actions would make him flinch defensively for Ozma and that so just happened when he saw Clark raise the gun 'fucking hell never a dull moment' gelon thought and punched Clarks hand and pistol with his kinetic hand making graves's hand go 90 degrees to the left missing the shot and miss everyone and let the shot land in a rebuild electronics store "OZMA RUN!" Gelon yell as he took a defensive pose "no more blood Clark if that is your real name, Ozma is important, I know he is cause he is a thorn in the side off off Beatrice and Boris" Gelon said having his kinetic shield up and Ophelia's metal use would not affect his arm since he replaced all the metal with plastic, the only things metal in there were the module's curcitboard components so he was safe, at least he thought so, cause if everyone turned against him he was out manned and maybe out gunned

The setting changes from stratevaria-galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Ozma froze, staring with wide eyed terror as he heard the thunderous sound of gunfire, so loud...so close. And yet, he couldn't move a muscle. Suddenly, Gelon intercepted Graves' blast, causing it to flew right over Ozma's head, burning a strand of his hair. He was too much in shock. Surprised and terrified at Graves' action...and yet, euphoric at Gelon's action. Finally, someone who was willing to defend him-

His brief moment of joy was killed not a second later. A quiet clang, a loud squelch. Graves' energy bullet, fitting its light-based nature, bounced off the shiny metallic door of the electronic store, and penetrated Ozma's skull from behind, drilling through his brain and exiting through his forehead, spraying brain matter and pink bloody mist around Gelon, his defender, and his one true friend.

Ozma twitched and spasmed for a brief few seconds, his eyes bulging and blood pouring from his fatal wound. Then, he fell dead, a pool of blood forming below him.

Megahertz stared, horrified and staggering. "W-W-WHAT?!?!" She no longer had any idea what to even do. Her faith in Graves was diminishing, but it wasn't like she had any faith in Boris. Who should she even side with right now?

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Darkstar Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Ophelia narrowed her eyes after Graves promptly told her to shut up. Humans were such terrible creatures. Always taking whatever power of authority they had and projecting it to demean others. Behind his back she appraised Graves, looking at his accessories. She found what she was looking for just in case his bravado inflated. Though she kept her cold glare as she watched the sudden event unfold. As Graves shot and missed thanks to Gelon only to have the bullet ricochet back into the intended target. If Ophelia was capable of laugh she probably would have, but a scoff was all that came out. Between Gelon and Megahertz's yelling, things we're going south very quickly. She wondered how the 'leader' would handle it. However she did notice Gelon's arm looked different. Plastic. Clever boy, she thought, but if he did anything else out of line, she already knew what to do. Ophelia flexed her mutated arm's claws as a warning to the others to not do anything they'd regret.

From a few rooftops away, Byatis remained lying on his back, listening in. With their voices getting louder, it was easier to eavesdrop. He listened as Cubey complimented his and Darkstar's handiwork and snickered to himself until suddenly he heard the weapon go off. Byatis shifted a bit in his position. He could sense Ozma's light go out mainly from the cries and the scent of blood. Normally Byatis wouldn't care too much but, a thought came to mind. He began a thought conversation with Darkstar. "Darkstar, I sure hope our client paid ussss, cuz someone just iced the guy."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Beatrice sighed heavily out of relief. She let go of the grip on the blade as she felt her adrenaline rush fall dramatically, and her pulse slow to a normal beat.

"That is a relief." She says turning away from the protector, and looking at the serenity of the calm beach. "I think most people have forgotten what we are here to do. Whether or not we think differently can wait, we have a force threatening everyone's existence." Beatrice let that information sink in to whoever could hear. "I'm not sorry that I detained your friend, but I believe that I misspoke."

Completely done with talking to the group, Beatrice put her head back in her chair and basked in the warm sunlight as she attempted to doze off. However her sleep was rudely interrupted by the ringing of her communicator. She groaned, pulling herself upright in a sleepy daze. "This better be good..." Beatrice listened for a moment, after a a few minutes the Ishkavi finally responded "Contact the Federation." With that Beatrice ended the call.

The giggle that came from Beatrice's mouth started out innocent and childish, but soon formed into a malicious cackle.

"Communicator, intercom microphone."

"Greetings this is Mrs. Schwartz, I have very grim news for all of you. Ozma Knight is dead, He was murdered moments ago by the same man who caused the assassination of his beloved sister, Deunan, and his Father. The price of the culprit has now tripled. I have heard recent events to disrupt or overthrow the people in charge of this operation, such as myself. All I have to say is that we are not enemies, you few who have endured so much, the survivors, you have been chosen by fate to save everything. The murderers, scoundrels, gang members, and yes the occasional good guy. You are tasked with defeating the ultimate evil GEHENNA, do not forget that. Thank you all for your time."

A text document was sent to all citizens of the Realta Nua

"Communicator, audio message to Gelon Deskovitch."

"I saw what happened, you tried to protect the boy. Very noble Mr. Deskovitch. However you are working for a psychopath. A killer, scarred by war such as yourself. All I ask of you is to pick the right side. You have seen what he is capable of, get back to me Gelon."

One last call, "Communicator, contact Federation holding cell for Nekrim"

"I want the boy."

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Gelon couldn't believe what he felt and saw on his shield, blood and brain matter. Gelon's robotic hand spammed for a short moment and his pupils were shrunken down indicating he was living a flashback thanks to the circumstances and event that just happened fitting nearly perfectly into his past. Gelon quickly lashed out with a punch directed to graves with his robotic arm which Graves would recognize as a military move but gelon had given it's own twist by holding something sharp between his fingers which would impale and rip open the opponents hand if they grab his fist, but with his robotic hand it were small blades "take him down, defend the lab" gelon mumbled as he fought graves

(OOC: sorry about the wrong place but my head wasn't really awake any more around 0:15 am)

The setting changes from nekrim to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Darkstar Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Megahertz looked up as she listened to Beatrice's newest announcement, then turned to Graves. Her eyes widened. Graves was the one behind the murders?? But that wouldn't add up, she thought....or would it? Her suspicion levels on Graves began rising again, but before she could stew on this matter a little more, Danny the hellhound barked ferociously, alerting her to yet another fight starting - this time between Gelon and Graves.

"Gods, not again!!", Megahertz yelped, and took cover. This journey was not going to end well for her, she just knew it.


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Darkstar seemed to love taking forever to respond to Byatis. The fight had began between Graves and Gelon, when he finally responded, in his usual mechanical voice. "Our second client saw this coming. He promised to fully compensate us."

A moment of silence. Then out of nowhere, Darkstar asked Byatis; "How are you today?"

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Hearing Beatrice's announcement, and seeing Gelon's fight on the security monitors, Ridley and Vlad stared at each other, before running off to assist their ally.

"GELON!", Ridley's familiar yell could be heard from behind Gelon, as they enter through one of the elevators, from the south side, both of them brandishing their melee weapons and charging forward. Vlad's pupils shrink into slits behind her helmet, as she noticed Ophelia. With Graves. No rest for the wicked indeed.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Darkstar Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Ophelia snickered quietly to herself as the two humans started to go at it in combat. She figured Grave's could clearly handle himself, so she just watched, even though she'd take great satisfaction at rending Gelon's flesh. Her ears twitched at Megahertz's sudden outburst but felt no reason to react. However this changed when two familiar voices came out of nowhere. It was Ridley and Vlad coming to assist Gelon. No doubt that Beatrice woman sent them. To think she had dinner with them a couple days ago. But after all, they were still Drakov's henchmen. Ophelia's eyes quickly locked on to Vlad, for her, the easiest target out of the three. Without a second thought, Ophelia took a few steps back to get a distance away from Graves and Gelon fighting and quickly pulled Vlad in towards her using the metalkinesis she had over Vlad's armour. She held out her mutated arm, ready to impale Vlad when she got close enough. Ophelia also took note that this beastwoman had a vampiric-like draining ability to watch out for.

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Byatis sat up and peeked at the fight that ensued straight after the message. 'Wow that escalated quickly!' he thought to himself. Suddenly, Darkstar's voice echoed in his head, practically startling him. As a reaction, Byatis's camouflage activated. "Oh geez, Darkstar you take so long to reply to me! If I didn't know any better I'd think you were cheating on me~" He thought back to Darkstar teasingly. "They knew that would happen? Well alrighty then." Byatis's face twisted in confusion as Darkstar's next question. He never asked Byatis 'how he was doing'. "Well I'm doing just daaaandy! Few days in on the Realta Nua and everyone's forgot about the huge asshole who wants to destroy the galaxy! Hyeheheh leave it to Stratevarians to think about themselves to the end......no offense." He thought back with his sickly grin back on his face.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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(Terribly sorry about not posting! I didn't have time this week because of circumstances in my life I wasn't aware of. My posting schedule should be remedied soon.)

Graves stumbled backwards as Gelon slammed into him, throwing his aim off the original target. Crashing into the ground, Graves coughed as blood began to trickle once again from his nose and mouth, old injuries exacerbated by intense activity. Growling, his head turned just in time to watch Ozma's head explode under the bolt of energy, blood splattering across the floor in front of the falling body. Dusting grime from his coat as he stood up, he stared at Gelon as Beatrice's announcement came over the intercom. Rage painted itself on his face at the Ishkavi's words.

"Beatrice, you bitch! Lie and calumnies! I'll rip out your god-damned spine!" he screamed at the ceiling. Whipping his head back forward, he stepped back just in time to avoid Gelon's attack. The pool of shadow followed Graves's step, growing slowly. It was already at a fifteen foot diameter. He spared a quick glance towards Megahertz, a frown aimed in her direction, before returning his attention to Gelon. Seasoned by countless years of combat, he avoided Gelon's attacks adroitly albeit with some effort due to the speed of the man's robotic arm.

Shouting drew his attention towards the area behind him yet he had no way to turn without being struck by Gelon. Rolling backwards, he made a flicking motion towards Gelon, a glob of shadow following his motion and flying towards the man's face in order to blind him momentarily. Once that was accomplished, he would twirl around to see Vlad pulled by Ophelia, leaving him to deal with the charging Ridley. His weapons could not stop the behemoth. Unless...

Extending his left arm towards the ice elemental, the pool of shadow shot forward. Graves began to unleash shots into the stream, pools of energy gathering at the end as the shadow carried the payload towards Ridley. Nearing the shield of the creature, it would split into multiple tendrils, swarming around the shield before burrowing towards Ridley core to detonate there with significant explosive force from the contained energy bolts.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Gelon stopped as graves rolled away in combination from the yelling from his old team, as gelon got back to reality he activated his shield again but not in time to prevent to be blinded "FUCKING HELL! WHO EVER YOU ARE IM GONNA KICK YOUR A...." Gelon said as he relised something, cubey "cubey where are you? I can't see, cubey please come to me" gelon said obviously worried about him and blinded by graves shadow ball

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Darkstar Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Vlad's eyes meet with Ophelia within seconds. However, her eyes were not fast enough against Ophelia's mind. She cursed in her head as the 'lunatic' pulled her through the air with her magnetic powers, squirming and struggling to no avail. Keeping a cool head and thinking very quickly, Vlad extended the claws on her feet as she got dangerously close to Ophelia, and used them to latch on to the floors of the ship, the jet black sickles audibly slicing through the metal. The claws holding her to the ground, Vlad's body was thrown forward despite her best resistance, and her eyes missed the tip of Ophelia's claws by a quarter inch, with her visor cracking heavily. Immediately, Vlad's eyes glowed and she activated her vampiric powers; draining Ophelia's energy through a psychic link. Without the control of her arms to guide the draining, though, Her claws dragged across the floor, slowly losing to Ophelia's metal manipulation, and she hissed, willing herself to throw a weak and held-back punch with her armored left arm.


Ridley held up his shield and screeched to a halt as he defended against Graves' shadowmatter. He recoiled as he successfully stone walled the assault, and taunted Graves out loud. "HAH! Like the bite of a FLEA!" However, in his arrogance, he noticed the shapeshifting shadow tendrills too late, as they got around his defenses, and assaulted his exposed core. "What the- ARGHHH!!!" The ensuing photon explosion ruptured Ridley's chest and blew off his left arm,staggering him back a few feet. His shield fell to the ground with a loud, heavy thud. Bright red, glowing blood dripped from his broken chest, and the ice behemoth let out raspy, ragged breaths. His single eye glared at Graves with desperate, furious...fear. Refusing to die a coward, Ridley roared like a cornered beast. No longer burdened by his shield, he charged forward, faster than ever, and lifted his mace over his head. In half a second, he had caught up to Graves, casting an enormous shadow upon him. And with his last strength, he swung down.


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A monotone, robotic chuckle. "Cheating on an eldritch assassin sounds like a blueprint to a terrible time."

"Hmm.", Darkstar simply responded to Byatis' next comment. The contrast between Byatis' cheery personality and his eldritch nature always did fascinate him. Sometimes, you become so focused on one aspect that you forget about the other. "I suppose you would make a very good Stratevarian, then."

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Ophelia grunted as Vlad stopped herself just before her mutated claw, and as predicted Ophelia began to feel her stamina drain. Ophelia could wait it out as she noticed Vlad's resistance to the metal manipulation was breaking way. Vlad made a quick attempt at a punch which struck Ophelia in the elbow of her mutated arm. Reflexively she reeled the claw back as her nerves shot pain throughout the arm. "Hnn.." Ophelia grunted before retaliating by grabbing Vlad by the arm. She had to end this quickly or her stamina would eventually run out.

Without words, Ophelia bent Vlad's arm back in a way it shouldn't be able to bend, letting out the satisfying 'CRACK' as it did. "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to interrupt? You didn't learn the first time," Ophelia quipped in her usual cold tone. She kicked Vlad back to keep distance to slow the vampiric drain. Quietly, Ophelia raised her arm again and Vlad could feel her own armour crunching and warping. Ophelia fully intended to crush Vlad to death in her own armour. There was no remorse on Ophelia's face whatsoever. To her, this was all just a waste of time.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Graves smiled as the ice elemental raised its shield, attempting to block the attacks which Graves had sent its way. Foolish thing. Hearing Gelon yell out behind him, Graves turned and watched the man stumble about blindly, searching for Cubey without any sense of orientation. Glancing towards the strange mutant sitting there stunned, Graves returned his attention to Ridley in time to see the charge beginning. Eyes popped and Graves's mouth fell open as he stood mesmerized by the stampeding elemental.

Almost as if in a dream, Ridley's mace sluggishly crawled through the air. Each fleck of ice glittering as it broke off caught his eye, small particulates normally too minuscule for a human to notice. With a cold fury the mace began to descend, careening towards the frail body Graves inhabited. The pistol dropped from Graves's right hand, power knife flying upwards in his left. Legs tensing underneath him, Graves pushed forward, springing through the air. The mace passed through the space his head had been as Graves's knife-bearing hand shot towards Ridley's core , flipping in an underhand motion to fling the knife into the ice elemental's beating heart. His free hand clenched, pressing down upon the data pad hidden under his cloak.

The mace collided with his hips and Graves slammed to the ground, knocked instantly unconscious, lower body broken as blood began to pool around him. Whispery breaths floated from his mouth, signalling the near end of a life.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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A low sound reverberates through the fight, and directly collides with Ophelia knocking the creature right off her feet. "Now now boys and girls there will be no fighting aboard my ship." Beatrice walks towards the entirety of the group, her deadly sound cannon armed in one hand, the other holding a small nonthreatening power knife. "Holy shit Ridley you don't look to good. Go ahead and take the day off." She walks over to the bloody mess that is graves and sticks a syringe into his heart. "I can't have you die yet." Beatrice takes a shot towards Gelon does not hit him purposefully. "The creature is fine Gelon, get a hold of yourself." The Ishkavi picks up graves and starts to head towards the med bay.

"No one is going to die unless I say so do you understand?" Beatrice says in a very condescending tone.

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Gelon stumbled back as the shot from Beatrice's sound canon "good to know you are here as well" Gelon said and try to remove the shadow blocking his vision "now can you please guide me to cubey, the green...beastman I guess" he said as he couldn't regain his vision

The setting changes from f-s-s-realta-nua to Stratevaria Galaxy

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Clockwork Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Quin Veta Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Lekan Voldaris Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Ciril Ekhart Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz Character Portrait: GEHENNA, Warlord of Infinite Worlds

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-Realta Nua-

Vlad fell on her knees and palms, panting and gasping for breath. A moment of silence. She was so sure it was all over. That she was over. She looked up at Beatrice. Perplexed, but thankful. That was so close....

Ridley stood with his back arched, in frozen agony. His previously light blue body had turned stone-like and gray. His red heart was no longer beating. Cracks appear through his body, and soon, he crumbled into dust, as Beatrice carried Graves away.

Vlad, glancing at Ridley, let out a small chuckle at Beatrice's comment. Just then, a bright light above, attracted her attention....


-Nekrim-

Mosa nodded vigorously at Riley's words, clasping his hands together and smiling. He frowned a bit when Riley mentioned she didn't have a family. Mosa stretched his massive arms and stood up, flexing himself. "Hmmmmm. There still plenty of day remaining, why don't we-"

Suddenly, a blinding red in the sky caught their eyes......


-Above-

"Sons and daughters of Stratevaria...... I have waited long. And you have grown complacent. You have forgotten why you left your homes in the first place. And it is time for me...to remind you.

The sky changed. The baby blue was replaced with blood red evil. The crimson skies cover all of Nekrim. The people of Nekrim, a second ago simply enjoying their time, stood up and screamed, running for their lives, trampling over each other. And then they saw it.

...But what WAS it? A part of an old world, decayed and crumbling....falling from the sky, casting a shadow as large as the moon itself. It fell. Too fast, too soon, too large.


-Nekrim-

Immediately, Mosa lunged up, and grabbed Riley like a child grabbing his piggy bank. "WE HAVE TO MAKE IT TO SAFETY!" But Riley could hear it. The vibrations in the air, the rumbling noise it made as it descended. There was no escaping something like that.

Nearby, Clockwork and Ciril rejoined Lekan and Quin. "GUYS!! Run!!!", Clockwork shouted out, terrified too much to think thoroughly. Quin was frozen in place, staring at the massive.....thing...in awe.


-Realta Nua-

The entire ship was bathed in red light - both from the bloodied skies outside and the ship's alarm incessantly shrieking and blaring. Vlad looked around, at the fallen Ophelia, at the kneeling Gelon. She tried to stand, but she immediately fell on her chest. Ophelia had drained much of her strength. There was no escaping. From the ground, she could see the Federation Soldiers guiding people to the escape pods. She scoffed at the pointlessness. This was the end.



-Nekrim-

"My gift upon you...a part of Another World I conquered.... long ago."

An ear shattering....noise. A thud, a boom, a screech? It was impossible to tell. It was so loud. So loud. The piece of the world fell on Nekrim that day, tearing the beach world apart. Countless died immediately. Tidal waves rose and chasms formed. Countless more died after.

Clockwork could only reached out as he saw Ciril being dragged away by the waters and pulverized by falling debris. Unable to move, unable to escape, he could only gaze at the red sky....as a massive rubble fell onto the synthetic.

Quin held Lekan close, as they float over the surface of the shattering moon. They saw millions of people, dragged and drowned by tidal waves, smashed by debris, or -wheter worse or better is up for debate- crushed into nothingness by the piece of the world itself. The Genesior looked at Lekan, eye to eye, and spoke. "Lekan. We must be strong, we must-"

A massive rebar spike appeared out of nowhere, hurled through the air...and it bore through Quin's head, drilling through her temples. Her eyes widened, displaying the most emotion she ever had up to this point, as she continued to look at Lekan, eye to eye. A pure expression, nothing held back, nothing hidden. Glowing green blood hacked through her throat and onto Lekan's forehead. An expression of terror. A single tear rolled down her left eye. Before Lekan could do anything else, a powerful tidal wave struck, separating the two, smashing Lekan onto a merchant's cart, and Quin into the oblivion in the horizon.

Mosa held Riley close as they were struck by the waters, the beastman letting out a defiant battle cry, refusing to die like this, right here. They feel the entire world fighting to destroy them. To destroy everyone. As they were swept away, they could see everything around them - dead or destroyed. Corpses floating on raging waters. Machinery and pieces of buildings no longer in one piece. And far away....the Realta Nua itself had broken in half. "No...no, no....", Mosa whispered between ragged breaths as he swam against the tide.


-The Realta Nua-

The piece of the world had crashed right next to the Realta Nua, and like the beach world it currently inhabited, the ship had broken. The waterproof alarm continued to blare as the two halves of the ship were pushed around by the tide like nothing. The inhabitants inside died quickly; electrocuted by the ship's machinery, thrown off the ship and drowned....their screams overshadowed by everything else around them.

Vlad held on to a piece of the ship, gazing to the watery abyss below her. So many people dead. So many lives destroyed. This was a disaster. A metallic creaking. Vlad turned her head behind her. The other half of the ship. Both halves were about to collide. Vlad sighed, and closed her eyes. She was tired.

Another ungodly loud noise ensued, as the halves of the ship smashed into each other - And Vlad was right between them, alongside many others, she was obliterated into a bloody mess by the spikes and wreckage. Her helmet bounced down the hull of the ship, and into the waters below, to be lost alongside many others, in this day of carnage.

The setting changes from stratevaria-galaxy to F.S.S. Realta Nua

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Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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Lying bleeding, darkness filled Graves's eyes, lights flashing intermittently as blood pulsed haphazardly inside his flesh. Unaware of the chaos soon to unfold around him, he could only exhale slightly as Beatrice's hand smashed into his chest, injecting the stimulant into his system. Awareness slowly began to return to his consciousness as the compound worked on his body, repairing the massive damages caused by Ridley's mace in time to quick to be possible normally. Despite the miracle being worked by Beatrice's actions, Graves was still much too weak to comprehend what was to happen next.

As the pieces of the dead world smashed into Nekrim, Graves could do naught but sit dazedly, staring at the ceiling as the Realta Nua was racked by the waves and pieces of debris. Three of Graves underlings came running through the mangled ship, darting around broken bodies and panicking people. Reaching him, the three glanced around, worried themselves.

"Shit, Carek and Hamil are dead, the boss is dying and the entire fucking planet is exploding!? What are we gonna do, Ryze?" yelled the youngest mobster, a sandy-haired human.

"Shut yer gob, git! Graves is still alive and we'se is getting him outta here. Grab his legs, I'll get his arms. Kyra, cover us!" commanded Ryze, a tall Beastman covered with scars, testament to the numerous battles he had gone through. He and Gerald, the human, grabbed Graves and began to haul him towards the bubble shield which had been set up by Gelon while Kyra, an android, kept its armaments trained on the area around her.

They arrived just in time to watch Gelon dive in after Megahertz. Cursing, Ryze set down Graves and jumped into the raging current as well. He may be a murderer by some accounts but he was not one to simply let others die in times like these. Swimming swiftly, he closed on Megahertz and Gelon, reaching the Ishkavi to grab her and Gelon to begin dragging them back. "You fools is gonna die in this water. Don't struggle."




With the crashing of the planet and the appearance of GEHENNA, something sparked inside the Realta Nua, a power which should have been dead by any normal means. Soft whirring started and snaps of electricity darted out before settling down into the core of a destroyed machine. It sensed death approaching but such a fate did not appeal to it. And so the husk of metal began to move. Began to crawl. Blind except for an outside view, the machine started to trace a path towards an area of the ship it determined would fit its needs, a rebirth.

The setting changes from f-s-s-realta-nua to Nekrim

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Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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As soon as Beatrice heard the voice she tossed the limp body of Graves on the floor, and bolted towards the control room. She was in transit when she felt the impact of whatever had collided with the moon, something so big it had split the Realta Nua in two. She quickly escaped out of the hatch of the elevator before it dropped into water that was quickly rising below her. She started to climb the metal structure trying to escape the coming waters, but her efforts were in vain. She soon was taken by the crushing force of the waters and tossed around like a rag doll as the ship started to slowly sink into the ocean. In one last attempt Beatrice pulled out her sound cannon, maximized the power output level, and started frantically shooting at the walls of the ship. They were shredded like paper form the destructive force of the weapon she had opened an entrance to the captains quarters hallway, and began frantically swimming to the hatch. Once inside, the water was drained from the room. Beatrice fell to her knees and gasped for air as the door unlocked to an undamaged control console, she ran to the computer, and began frantically flipping various switches and typing in different command codes. After a brief moment of excruciating time, the prompt came up on the screen and Beatrice collapsed to the floor in relief. The portion of the ship containing various arms and the hyper-drive were saved thanks to her efforts. Underwater, the broken wreckage of the frontal portion of the ship released a small fragment of itself as the the gigantic husk fell into the abyss below.

The remainder of the ship shoots out from under the water, and flies towards safety away from the collision sight. With Beatrice, and the now revived sentinel aboard it.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Mosa turned to look and wave at Gelon as he passed by, but before he could see anything, Gelon fired a flare into the sky and said something, though the distance and the raging elements around them prevented him from hearing it clearly. "WHAT?", Mosa yelled back, holding tight onto the piece of debris and Riley.

Megahertz, having been trashed about by the waters, was hyperventilating and barely concious when she was rescued by Ryze and Gelon. She was much more delicate than either of the two, and at this point was just going along, her body and mind exhausted.

Seeing Gelon approach, Mosa nodded. The kid? There was only one kid that Mosa saw on board the Realta Nua (for obvious reasons), and thus, he kept an eye out, his head twisting left and right to hopefully find Cubey's bubble shield. Eventually, he spotted the shield, and with it, the few remaining survivors. "Hold tight.", Mosa whispered to Riley, before pushing his body through the water to join the bubble shield.

Looking about, Mosa spotted Kyra, Gerald, and Graves near the bubble shield. Mosa tilted his head, having a bad feeling about them, but at that moment, they did not have much of a choice. Mosa nodded at them, "Howdy", and waited for Gelon to grant them access into the bubble.

Looking around some more while waiting, Mosa's nose twitched, and he turned his attention onto Byatis and Ophelia sitting on a piece of debris. Mosa glanced at the Graves Trio behind him. "Wait! There's more survivors over there!", he said while pointing at the two. Staring back at them, Mosa waved his enormous arm and bellowed, "HEY YOU GUYS!! OVER HERE!!"

Some of them would be able to see a portion of the ship bursting out of the waters and flying away, thanks to Beatrice, though that escaped Mosa's attention.



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"Well. This was a disaster", an old, gravelly voice mused in front of Beatrice.

Flickering on and off, a holographic transmission from Boris, sitting calmly and sipping a cup of tea. Having lost his everpresent, if low key, smile, Boris glanced out of a window nearby. Eyes narrowed, look grim. He could see the very few survivors having gathered around Gelon's bubble shield. The man chuckled.

"See? I told you Deskovitch would be useful eventually."

Boris placed a cup on his saucer, and took a deep breath, turning back to Beatrice. He looked at her seriously, and sighed. "At the very least, it seems like we have our anti-GEHENNA team."

And soon, Boris' smile returned.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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"okay scrap that" gelon said and made an opening in the shield "everybody in and try to make yourself as small as possible, there isn't much room in there" gelon said and let everyone in then watch Ophelia and byatis "you two as well, no one is left behind" he said to them as he expanded the shield to it's max size which gave them a a few more meters of space but still not much "Ophelia can you make an metal dome around the shield that is air tight? We all are gonna need it to survive, whether you like it or not we need each other to survive now" Gelon said to her if he keeps his shield on gave them a less powerful beacon or turn the shield off and have a stronger beacon with a slightly better oxiden generator but still couldn't support them all


(from what I at least get is that the dome they were on has a huge hole in it so that is why I include the oxiden generator if anyone was curious)

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Byatis perked up when he saw the big crocodilian beastman call out to them. "C'mon! They've got a bubble shield!" Ophelia just gave him a look. "Not much of a talker are you? Suit yourself." Byatis didn't know what to think of the deformed Illeryian but she did save his life so he felt the need to at least return the favour somehow. Byatis took a powerful leap onto a piece of debris near the bubble shield and without hesitation, slunk inside curling up. "You got room for one more~?" He joked considering there were three beastmen, and a few others already in here.

Ophelia watched as Byatis leaped to the others. She considered not following them, even if the one calling out to them was Mosa, the only person she grew to trust on this voyage thus far. She let out a grimace before leaping after Byatis. Landing on debris as she made her way to them, they would buckle under her impact, collapsing just after she jumped off them. Finally she jumped into bubble shield.

Crowded would be an understatement. She barely had room to move, even if the shield was fully extended. She turned to Mosa, about to address him in thanks but... but... he was holding someone already. Tightly clinging to him was...HER. The one she'd been looking for all this time. Riley. Ophelia was so stunned that Gelon's speech about working together just went in through one ear and out the other. Her thoughts went racing, until finally Gelon's voice snapped her out of it. Without replying she molded thick hull pieces of the Realta Nua around the bubble shield as tight as she could.

This made the inside of the bubble dark, aside from the glow of energy and Byatis's eerie glowing face. Riley, knowing she was safe still kept clung to Mosa, too rattled to move. She listened as she finally realized more people had joined them. Though, the name of one made her heart sink. Ophelia. No, it couldn't be her, she thought. Metal. Oh fuck, it was her. Mosa could feel Riley trembling as she grabbed him even tighter.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Gelon walked over to his other part of his arm and attached it again letting the shield disappear as he sit down "is anyone wounded?" He asked as he turned on the beacon and a shoulder mounted flashlight while waited for a response

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Ryze let Gelon go upon the man's request, loosening his grip to allow Gelon to swim away on his own. With the burden relieved from his body, the small body which Megahertz inhabited presented almost no problem to the Beastman as he swam back towards the opening from which he had descended. Despite the removal of weight, struggling against the current presented its own obstacles, accentuated by the countless pieces of flotsam and debris swirling through the tidal forces. The Realta Nua's being alive was amazing in and of itself.

Kyra waited above the hole for Ryze, leaning down to take Megahertz's battered body from the fellow Beastman. Hoisting Megahertz into her arms, Kyra carried her softly away from the hole, worried at the cold that infused the girl. Ryze clambered up into the domed area, gashes across his body slowly pumping out blood in amounts too small to be fatal or hampering. Shaking some of the water off of his fur, he glanced over at Gerald and Graves, a frown forming on his face.

Gerald, having come with a medical kit, was working tenderly on Graves's body. Beatrice's medicine may have saved Graves from certain death but more medical attention was required before he would be safe from death once more. Kyra lay Megahertz down in a position as comfortable as could be achieved before returning to the rest of the mobsters. Crouching down, they all stared at each other glummly. Out of the fifty or so that had originally come to the ship, it was now down to four members. A tear leaked from Ryze's eye, becoming lost in the damp fur that covered his face. Gerald simply stared blankly, going about his work in a mindless state.

"What are we going to do, Ryze?" muttered Kyra. "This ship is destroyed and there is no form of getting off planet in the foreseeable future."

Ryze began to speak but was interrupted from a gasping by Graves. His eyes fluttered open weakly, a sheen of sweat covering his face. "We'll live, that's what,' he wheezed. Hacking racked his body as he began to sit up. Kyra settled her arm behind his back to support him. Gathering his breath, he said more loudly so that everyone could hear, "So what are we going to do?" Part of the ship blasting out of the water caught Graves's eye, and he spied a small object. At least that was safe.




Sentinel, feeling the part of the ship he was on detach from the rest, stopped, tilting his head. A whirring came from his body, louder than normal and the remaining appendages shifted downwards so that his body was resting on his arms and legs. Scuttling forwards quickly, he began to make his way towards the repair bay.

The setting changes from nekrim to Stratevaria Galaxy

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Ridley Character Portrait: Alisa Vladimirovna Catria Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ozma Knight Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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As Ophelia told him to grow up and shot him a look of pure hate, Cubey froze in fright of the woman, eyeing her up and down, remembering her vaguely from the battle against the Cazafores, deciding it was probably best to follow up with her suggestion, since she looked extremely mean.
He froze all the more as he heard Ozma and Gelon gain ground towards the group. Of-course Ozma would be here, he was invited to meet Graves as well.
Cubey decided it was probably best to stand still, and pretend he wasn't there, even if he picked up a really bizarre odor from somewhere, too faint for him to pin point definitely of note.

He was far more concerned of Graves' serious grim expression however, which that even Cubey understood things were going to turn sour soon. He replied to Cubey's questions, calling himself Clark, and calling himself manipulative, as well as revealing Megahertz and Ophelia weren't his girlfriends, and that Cubey had a choice in joining him. 'Clark' then suddenly plonked a some dark glob to the ground and pulled out a pistol, which caused alarm bells to ring in Cubey's head, watching in worry as the suited man gave that frightening woman a harsh talking to, not entirely sure who's side he was on of the exchanged words. 'Clark' then turned his attention to Ozma, obviously not happy with him, and agreeing with along with 'Clark's' until he suddenly apologized and shot at Ozma's head.

Gelon immediately punched at Clarks hand clasping the laser pistol, putting up some sort of energy barrier but to no avail, as though the blast merely singed Ozma's hair, barely scraping it, it ricochet back towards him as he stared at Gelon in awe and wonder, bursting through his skull as Cubey turned away and puked at the sight of the blood and brain matters splattering Gelon, horrified on what happened. And it was his fault. 'Clark may had fired the shot, but he was the one who told about what he did to his father. His words sealed Ozma's death. He heard Megahertz shout in horror at the incident, but Cubey payed little attention, he was too busy staring in sheer terror and horror at blank space, obviously shaken and mortified on what just happened, ignoring the announcement over the intercom by Beatrice also. Then Cubey began to scream, running behind and past Gelon as he struck out at 'Clark', seeming more focused on screaming than the fight that was going on, diving behind some nearby bins, seeming oblivious to Megahertz's hellhound's barking, her own exclamations, Vlad and Ridleys arrival, or Ophelia joining in the fight. All Cubey could do was cry, scream, and punch the ground he sprawled himself on, deciding to wallow in misery and fear of what just happened to Ozma, Deunan's brother. He promised both the man who shot him and the one who jumped in to try and save him that he would protect him and didn't even attempt so, as well as causing his death. He thought to himself he might as well been the trigger. Cubey then sat stunned as he heard Gelon call out for him, freezing up as snot and tears rolled down his cubic face, bewildered on why Gelon would want to look for him before reckoning he wanted to hurt him for what he had done. Cubey decided to scuttle off further away from the battle hearing all manner of diffrent horrific noise and cries from those combating, this time diving behind one of the benches, shuddering in fear in hopes Gelon wouldn't find him and hurt him, or worse.

After a few moments passed, Cubey risked a peak after hears some extremely loud noise, and a familiar voice, to which he saw another lady that also had odd tentacles in her hair which seemed to have a odd cannon that fired noise at people. As he ducked back behind cover when he heard Gelon asking for help on searching for him, he realized that the voice was of the same lady that was talking through the speakers on the ship, who must of got sick of all the fighting going on-board. Or at least that's what Cubey thought. He also realized that an ice man he had never met suddenly turned to dust, 'Clark' had been captured by the intercom lady, and that there was some person in orange-ish armor fighting the scary lady from earlier. He decided against revealing himself, letting his lip and himself quiver as he hid behind the bench.

Suddenly a red light filled the entire ship, Realta Nua, alarms blaring constantly, as a rumbling voice that made Cubey shudder in fear with each syllable spoke, declaring it was going to remind them why they all left home, giving them a 'gift' of a world conquered by the owner of the voice. As the ship then cracked in two, throwing Cubey out of his hiding place, seeing the rubble of the dead world raining down on one to be filled with the dead, as he witnessed the countless dying and drowning and being electrocuted, before witnessing the terrible sight of the armored stranger being crushed between the two halves of the ship slamming against each other with a ungodly deafening clang. Cubey then passed out in fear, frothing at the mouth, the last thing he remembered was being grabbed before passing out.

Cubey later awoke as he was left alone in the bubble shield with Gelon shouting at him to keep floating, who began swimming along the raging ocean, as he spotted the sight of the pink haired lady and reptilian beastman from before, doing their best to brave the impossible sea, with Cubey left speechless and naturally, terrified out of his mind, and left screaming his throat raw until he he could only cough. As he was screaming he witnessed some tall scared beastman leap into the sea from the wreckage of the ship, and began dragging Gelon and the tentacle hair human from earlier back to the bubble and turned to see 'Clark' being carried by a sandy haired human and accompanied by a female android. He also witnessed the surprising sight of one of the halves of the ship managing to stay airborne above the sea somehow, halting his screaming-turned-coughing into utter confusion and disbelief.
Before he could knock away said disbelief however, Cubey was suddenly squashed as nearly all of the survivors he had saw, along with the scary lady from earlier, and a bizarre smiling creature that reeked of a bizarre scent that Cubey had smelled earlier. He could only gasp and groan as he was pined to the side of the bubble shield managing to croak; "Is this all the people that are okay? I not feel so good but please tell me there's more! There has to be more people right?" Cubey then began to hyperventilate as he saw metal suddenly case around them, only managing to whimper in fear, utterly clueless on what just happened.
A single quick thought appeared in his mind as he said miserably to himself more than anyone else; "Did Lekan and Quin make it? Or those guys that were hanging out with them and at Ozma's house? What about that robot lady who was there?" He then began to cry again.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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As the survivors pondered their fate, a small, but shiny object could be seen in the distant sky growing larger and larger as it flew over the now flooded moon. Aboard were James, Colt and Preston looking through the windows in shock and awe at what had transpired while they were gone.

"We leave home for a bit and look what happens." James said as he looked to his two comrades from the pilot seat. "Y'all see any survivors?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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"Who gives a shit, they probably died." Colt said in a bored tone. "Might as well move on."

"Don't be such an ass, we should at least look for..." Preston caught a glimpse of something in the water below, shimmering. "I think that's the survivors, take the ship down."

Colt groaned and looked away from the window, not too happy with the current situation. "If we HAVE to, just make it quick."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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"Oh I do, but I save it." Colt replied.

Preston opened the ship's hatch, ignoring the argument in the background. He squinted to get a better look, the reflection of the water making it a bit painful to stare below. Nevertheless, he made out some familiar shapes, then faces as his sight adjusted. "It's them. Let's grab them and go."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Mosa turned to Gelon, and gave a thankful smile and a vigorous nod as he allowed everyone into the shield. Still slugging Riley on his back, he swam into the shield with no trouble, huddling together with everyone else. The skies were completely dark, as if GEHENNA's influence had tainted the entire moon itself. The beach, warm and sunny just half an hour ago, was now a place of coldness and gloom. Even the enormous Mosa, radiating a considerable amount of body heat, shivered from the cold waters washing over him. Mosa looked up as Byatis landed on a nearby debris, grinning and baring all his massive teeth, silently appreciating the humor even in these dark moments.

Mosa lost his smile, glancing to his back, as Riley trembled. Oblivious to the source of her woes, Mosa patted her gently with his oversized hands, his snout forming a near-perfect upside down-'U' as he frowned. "There, there. Riley safe with us here. Right?". Mosa turned and looked at the others. It was as Gelon said. Like it or not, they were stuck together now.

Just then, he noticed Cubey finally, if barely, speaking, before crying. He pondered briefly whether or not to tell him the truth. But he quickly realized, that child or no, like him, Cubey was a beastman. And if nothing else, a beastman is strong. Durable. Both in body and mind. He would get over it. Lying to him would only make things worse in the long run. Still, Mosa spoke with a low, respectful voice. "Sorry, Cubey...Mo- I...saw Lekan and Quin die. Quin fell into the waters, and Lekan was dogpiled by fruit carts...."

Megahertz stirred on Kyra's arms. Her tentacles' glows were fading. It was unlikely she would survive the night without proper medical attention. Her skin, previously already pale thanks to being a corpse, was now as white as snow.

Inside the metal dome, Mosa's nostrills flared, and his eyes darted left and right, as he heard machinery outside. "Do you guys hear that? Sounds like...Federation engines...."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Riley continued to dig her fingers in Mosa, clinging to him, absolutely shaking. Oh god oh god oh god, she's gonna kill me, she thought to herself. Ophelia was the LAST person she'd ever want to trapped in a room with....again. She spoke weakly to Mosa. "We're not safe....I'm not safe..." Riley couldn't finish saying what she meant due being so cold from being drenched in water. She just closed her eyes, as if it made much of a difference.

Ophelia just stared at Riley. She was right there. So close. But, she knew she couldn't do anything about it right now. Surely the others would intervene if she did. Ophelia didn't know what to feel, everything was happening way too fast for her to comprehend and work things out. She just wanted to shut down. Suddenly she spotted Mosa comforting Riley! How could he? Did he know what she's really like? A look of betrayal escaped her expressionless face for a moment, then she looked away.

Byatis laid down on his back and curled his limbs in so the others could have a bit more room. So many people survived an attack from GEHENNA! He was actually a bit impressed, knowing what GEHENNA was capable of. He smiled as he looked around at everyone, just listening in to the various conversation. "Ooohh! I hear engines too! Hahaha! Maybe thats a giant engine coming to crush us all and give us sweet sweet death~" He was joking of course. He the turned over to Gelon and Megahertz. "EWW you want them to share a needle? Gross."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Gelon turned to Byatis wanting to punch the......thing's glowing face for making those two remarks "very funny glowface but this isn't the time for jokes like that, and yes they have too and I know how to sterilize it, and you hear engines? Ophelia if you could be so kind to remove the dome then" Gelon told Byatis and ask Ophelia then activated the bubble shield again, if there was a ship they were saved

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Cubey's heart sank as he heard the fellow's beastman's words, obviously stricken with more grief that he had lost more friends already, wailing in sorrow of the cruel and sudden departure of life form so many.
"Poor Lekan, Poor Quin." Cubey managed to sob, looking over at Mosa with his lip quivering before yet again bursting into a fountain of bitter and miserable tears, wailing in between gasps for air. It certainly wasn't going to stop easily.

He seemed to lessen a little as Gelon suddenly picked him up and rocked him, leaving Cubey more baffled than comforted, staring at the man in puzzlement as he told him to go sit somewhere, a feat easier said than done inside a bubble shield cramped with a number of survivors. Deciding against replying, yet still grateful for the kind gesture, Cubey sniffed a few times and gave a few futile attempts of holding down his sobbing before seeing Gelon offer an injection of something for the tentacle hair lady, who definitely wasn't looking well at all. The odd cubic giraffe man-child din't really understand a word of what Gelon said, but it sounded a bit like he was offering medicine to people, which was always a good thing for the sick and hurt people.

Cubey also noticed the nasty gaze the scary lady was giving the pink haired lady, apparently called Riley, who in turn seemed terrified of her. Maybe it was because she farted. No, couldn't be, Cubey would of been able to smell it easy in this tight a space. His focus shifted once again, this time to Mosa and the strange smiling creature commenting about the sound of engines, with something about needles being said and Gelon being annoyed but asked for the metal casing to be removed.

"I hear engines too! They seem close. Well maybe. But I definitely hear them! Maybe they're survivors too! Maybe pirate person and robot man and robot lady and Tep and other people made it! Maybe that's who's in the ship! They're all okay and were gonna be safe and sound, and we'll blast away from this place, and then we'll blast GEHENNA to piece with our super ultra mega beam cannon we have on the ship, and be heroes and live happily ever after!", Cubey babbled hysterically with a fix of feverish hope and denial of what was contrary and obvious, making himself float around what little space he had in the bubble, seeming to flip about uncontrollably as he talked.

"Yes, yes, quick Ophelia, however you are! Make the metal go bye bye then we'll be okay and see all our friends again and make everything better! All sunshine and smiles and everything!" he chattered excitedly delirious with false hope. His eyes kept flitting back to Byatis however, seeming wary of him, most likely due to his bizarre scent that made Cubey feel dizzy when he tried to sense it too much, as well as the very reasonable wariness of the nearby Jeremy.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Boris Kivorisch Drakov Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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For a while, there was no response from Megahertz. She laid there, still as a corpse. And then,

"Wait, WAIT no! Nobody's going to stab me with any needle!", a high-pitched, almost-helium like voice came from Megahertz's head. That voice...it was very much hers, only very very squeaky. One thing was, her mouth was not moving at all when she spoke....

Her lips quivered, and then parted, as three wriggling, glowing blue tentacles emerged, balancing themselves on Megahertz's pale face. Following those tentacles was a featureless, oval body, shining an ethereal blue, just like the tentacles. Shaking itself to get rid off spit and brain fluid, it then hopped up, and floated towards Gelon's side. "Before you panic...yes...it's me. The...real me....", Megahertz -or rather, Alphard- said, with that high pitched voice, and a tone of embarassment, obvious even with the lack of an emotive face. "I'm...I'm fine. Give the others your nanobots, Gelon...and yourself", she nodded, her voice lowered. "I just need to find another body soon..that one's a bust."


Mosa was puzzled by Riley's words. 'Not safe?' technically speaking they did have a very angry intergalactic asshole picking a fight with them, but for the moment....

....On the other hand, Mosa's nose noticed what his eyes did not. Ophelia. Looking at Riley. With what could only be described as an expression of sheer hatred. Mosa had seen many kinds of hatred. And the one on Ophelia's face was not a very nice kind. Her immediate looking away after glancing at him just confirmed it further. Mosa did not know what to say. And this was not the time to say anything. But Mosa's curiosity had been piqued, and he kept it in mind to investigate further later. Once they were all safe....


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As Beatrice began her rant on Boris, the smile on his face faded, leaving behind only a far-reaching stare with his penetrating, icy blue eyes. He remained silent as she reprimanded him. Not that he would have an opportunity for a rebuttal anyways, when she cut him off. Boris scoffed and rested his cheek against his hand in his dark office. 'Kill GEHENNA', hmm? For all her harsh words for Gelon, the two were quite alike.

And that, for Boris, was a very amusing thought.

Outside his spade-shaped window, blinding thunder struck against the pitch black skies of nighttime Osenia. At the corner of his room, a glass cylinder stood upon a wooden table. Dark, vile energies hover inside it, constantly reshaping and unshaping itself in a demonstration of chaos; its center a purple, dark as black, and on its repeatedly changing rims, an electrifying red-violet color. Boris turned to the cylinder...


...And smiled.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Sentinel Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Listening as the survivors arranged themselves under the dome, Graves smiled weakly, unwilling to let the pain which the hit from Rdiely's mace had caused him show on his face. Despite the injection which Beatrice had strangely given him, blood still leaked slowly from his pelvic area, bones still shattered from the impact. Any form of movement ground the crushed pieces and as such he attempted to stay as still as possible. Upon Gelon's offer, he grinned a bit wider. "I would be much obliged, Gelon. Thank you for the offer." Upon saying that, he leaned back attempting to rest to recuperate his strength in some tiny form.

Ryze, Gerald, and Kyra continued to huddle around Graves, all rather quiet as the enormity of the situation continued to press down upon them. Hearing the sound of engines, Kyra stood and walked over to the edge of the protective dome under which they resided. Placing her hand against the covering, she sighed as well as an android could. "At least there's someone here to get us off of this hell hole."




On the section of the space ship that Beatrice had ejected, Sentinel continued towards a mechanical area, eventually arriving at a destination that suited his needs. Using the frail arms attached to his chest piece, he dragged himself onto a table which would have been used by normal people for repairing items. Grabbing several of the tools resting up there, he rolled off the edge, falling heavily onto the metal floor of the ship.

Dragging his cargo and himself towards pieces of scrap, he arrayed the various tools next to him. Inspecting the metal carefully, he tilted his head before grabbing a plasma torch. Activating the tip, he began the process of repairing his body.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Ophelia, without looking at the group, obliged and a metal strip ripped from the roof of the dome so the group could see what ship was flying nearby. She was still unsure how to feel right now.

Byatis just giggled to himself in response to Gelon. But he noticed the geometric beastman, who had been crying almost nonstop, was looking at him. Out of the colourful cast in the dome, Byatis was in fact the largest and probably the creepiest looking, so he couldn't blame him. So Byatis just stared at Cubey back with his unnerving smile. Though he noticed the Ishkavi in the corner of his eye. "HAH! I'm not the only weirdo here! But thanks anyway for just dumping your corpse in this dome! I wonder how much longer before it stinks!"

"Kind of like you already do?" a quiet voice said. Byatis scoffed, looking around at who said that. Finally shifting his gaze to Ophelia. "Oh! She DOES have a sense of humour!" He jested.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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(OOC: Sorry for late reply, check OOC section for explanation)

The Federation ship lowered itself down to the stranded crew, the wide side hatch began to slowly open. A sturdy metal ramp unfolding from some compartment snaked it's way to the survivors, locking into place with a hiss of stead. From the ramp above stood Colt and Preston, waving the crew onto the ship.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Daniel watch Alphard and smile to her then frown at byatis comment "really glow face? Really?" Gelon asked clearly not amused by his sense of humor. Gelon watched graves and nodded "this is gonna hurt a lot for you since the nanobots are gonna fix you" he said and inject graves with some of the nanobots "megahertz I can't take the shot anymore cause the the timer I have is only programmed for full syringes, so if I do I won't know how long I have" gelon told while a cylinder pops out of his arm "now I know how fragile your kind is so that is where this cylinder is for, it's not roomy but it will keep you safe from harm" he said then notice the light shining in from the removed metal "that is a ship alright we are saved"

(sorry for latness but was planing to post this 9 hours ago but I fell asleep)

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Alphard scoffed at Byatis' remark, feeling the lights of the ship above as they hovered closer and closer. "Won't be any less smelly than the rest of the corpses in the waters!" She then turned to Gelon, and if she had eyes, she would have blinked. "Why...thank you for your...kind offer....I'll try not to make a mess, heh.", she chuckled to herself, as she made her way into the cylinder.

Mosa gazed towards the Federation ship, and the feelings of joy rushed through his systems, as he caught sight of two familiar faces - Colt and Preston! He couldn't help but flash a toothy grin. "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!"

Coming behind Colt and Preston, his footsteps amplified by steel heels, was a cyan-colored, boxy-looking synthetic with a clear dark blue visor for a face. Bright blue dots of light emit from various sections of his body. His joints hissed and his servos whirred as he walked down the ramp, looking at each survivor. There were traces of what looked like Drakov Industries logos stamped on his right shoulder and left thigh, now faded and forgotten. His eyes focused on Gelon, and then Riley, and then Graves. He glanced at Mosa, who stared at him and nodded. Cyan-Bullet. An old friend.


Cyan-Bullet's head darted towards the others, and he gestured them to follow them inside the ship. "Come, come! Your comrades need immediate medical attention." With audible yet quick footsteps, he led them into the medical bay of the ship, immediately to the left of the main area. A gunmetal door hissed as it opened from left to right, and they were greeted to the sight of a small room, with three pearl-white pods raised slightly tilted from the floor and held together by hydraulics. Autodocs. Very convenient. Very expensive. Very much pirated, by the looks of the yellow price tag still stamped on one of them.

Cyan-Bullet's square steel fingers tapped into a keypad on the wall, which let out a pleasant beep and authorized the use of the auto-docs. The three pearl-white pods swung open from the middle, exposing a silver-grey interior with a pillow and some metallic fittings.

Mosa allowed everyone else to get inside first, before walking in last himself. He turned his head and focused on a sign near the doorway, naming this particular ship;

'The Iron Shadow'.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Keeton zooms through the terrain weaving through scattered pieces of debris. Behind him are 3 different hover cycles, all following the ruffian towards the federation ship.

Keeton takes out a power knife, and a laser pistol. his face is covered by a black bandanna with a skull's mouth imprinted onto it. One of the men prepares an explosive device and plants it on the door, the other three get ready to siege the ship. The door blows open as Keeton and his men take advantage of the shock to quickly infiltrate the cabin and aim down their sights towards the group.

"GUNS DOWN!" The pirate yells. The small green creature Cubey, the man next to him Gelon, and the pink haired Illeyrian Riley. "Well isn't this one big happy reunion." Keeton pulls off the bandana and goggles he was wearing. The group now able to recognize him, defiantly could notice some differences to the kid.

His left arm was missing in its place was a poorly designed mechanical prosthetic. Multiple scars ran across the Pirate's face, and the optimism and wonder that the pirate had once held in his expression had vanished. A tattoo of a dragon crawled up his neck and arched around to his right shoulder blade. However the thing that most stood out was possibly the eyepatch that replaced his mechanical eye. Tainted with a white Jolly Roger.

"I assume everyone I don't see is dead, so lets get to the point shall we. What the fuck just happened?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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It seems a break from insanity was nigh impossible. Just as Riley had finally began to calm down, sitting on her lonesome, an explosion ruptured the back door of the ship. She jump in her seat, instinctively grabbing the arm of whoever was next to her, in this case it was Ophelia. But with the lack of eyesight, she had no idea it was her. This had caught Ophelia completely off guard. This woman trusted her of all people for protection? After what Riley had done? Did she have a clue? That...wasn't right. Ophelia looked at the intruder with a scowl, ready to absolutely tear him limb from limb. I would've been easy too. Just as she was about to take full control of his poorly made metal arm, he spoke. And she kept quiet, not wanting to move as Riley hugged her arm.

Byatis, obviously getting curious from the explosion and the yelling, walked into the room and stood behind K2. Byatis shoved his head in K2's face from behind and smiled. "K2! My my you've changed in the...day I last saw you! Hahaha, is this a phase?" He cheered as he slowly rested his chin on top of K2's head and hugged him genuinely. "Well anyway, GEHENNA's getting impatient so he slammed a planet at us like a biiiiiitch." He said so matter-of-factly.

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Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves

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The blast barely startled James, as his time in the previous war he fought in toughened him. At the sight of the hijackers before him boarding his ship, he quickly reached for his rifle slung across his back and aimed it at Keeton, his visor shielding his vision from the blinding blast.

"It looks like we've been penetrated by a bunch of seamen." James called out with a slight laugh. He knew the difference between a pirate and a sailor, but it was too good to pass up the innuendo. But that quickly was replaced with a more serious tone. "If you think I'm letting a washed-up pirate with a gimpy prosthetic take my ship, then you're sadly mistaken. I've fought AND killed much worse than you. The only way you're getting out of here alive, and that's not even a promise, is if YOU drop YOUR weapons and surrender." He placed his finger on the trigger, but didn't fire. "And the only way you're getting MY ship, is when I'm dead. And I'm sure as fuck I'll still be alive and standing when this is over. The question of the day is WILL YOU?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Mosa scoffed and folded his arms while grinning at James' remark. "If we don't go kick GEHENNA's ass, there won't be any paycheck!", he stated with a light and somewhat joking, but still truthful manner.

Unfortunately, yet another downtime was rudely interrupted as a hole was blown into the ship by the finally returning K2 and his new cavalry. Mosa turned towards the source of the explosion, his posture tense and his head down, his eyes narrowed and all of his large and sharp teeth showing in a highly irritated snarl.

Megahertz shook in her jar as she heard the deafening explosion, and panicked. "N-no, I am most certainly NOT okay! We just survived a moon-wide catastrophe and now a group of pirates are kicking down our doors and-" Megahertz paused, her 'head' swiveling inside the jar. "W-wait. Gelon...turn the jar to the right please...is..is that...K2?" She was further baffled when Byatis went ahead and gave the pirate what some humans would call a 'glomp'. It was....a most bizzare sight.

Mosa, however, was unamused. His eyes tracked the ceiling, spotting a long false panel. He turned towards K2, and raised a finger. "Can you...... give Mosa one second?", Mosa asked simply. In half a second, Mosa's tail launched into the air and pushed back the false panel, and his long, well-toned arms grabbed onto something inside. Something big. Something vermillion. A portable gatling gun; looted from a Diesever Napishtim Gear and modified to be handheld by Mosa himself. The green laser tracking scope glowed brilliantly, as Mosa aimed it towards K2.

"One...second. Mosa and the others just want one....fucking...second." He walked to stand to James' side, and quietly glanced at Gelon and Ophelia's direction, as if inviting them for a chance to defend themselves, before staring back at K2, his seven-foot-tall figure casting a shadow upon the young pirate. "Byatis was right. We got planeted. It was not pleasant. GEHENNA hurt Mosa's feelings. And his friends. And girlfriend. And kitchen."

Pulling at his portable gatling's handles, the adamantium barrels poked under K2's chin. Mosa may not walk that fast, but his hands and eyes were swift enough, and his body large enough, that speed was rarely an issue in an interior location. "Point is, Mosa is pissed. And Mosa rarely gets pissed. Trust me, you don't want to see Mosa angry." His eyes seem to glow with a feral, yet tranquil, orange rage. "So you do what James say, you leave everyone on board this ship alone. You leave my friends alone."

Then, he softened a bit, lifting his chin to replace his snarl with a grin. "Friends with Mosa has great benefits. You may not be friends with one another. It's okay. Mosa don't expect everyone to get along. But you are all Mosa's friends here....or you are Mosa's food."

Mosa pulled back his gatling, and stared face to face with K2, his head looking absolutely enormous next to the shorter man. "So which one are you?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Gelon did as megahertz requested and turned towards K2 "that is keeton alright and he is in trouble" he said to her and got up "Mosa ease up well not that much but still a little" he said and walk up to K2 "you have any idea what you have done? ANY IDEA!?" he said suddenly mad "you! fucked us all over you know cause where are we gonna find the materials to fix the ship and replace the door!?" he said and sit back down in anger "if it were up to me you would get a beating right now from mosa but that is up to him"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole

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Graves grimaced as Gerald and Ryze lifted him from the ground, his eyes tracking the descent of the Federation ship. At the moment he did not believe it mattered to anyone what they were, and if they did care then they could have Graves. Assuming they even knew he was a mobster. He had taken care throughout his career to ensure the secrecy of his identity as the leader of one of the largest criminal organizations in the galaxy. Kyra followed behind the three, carrying the paltry equipment left among the small group.

Advancing with the rest of the survivors up the ramp in a hasty fashion, the mobsters moved to settle themselves in before conducting any type of further action. Eyeing the Federation personnel cautiously, Ryze and Gerald set Graves down in a corner, Kyra placing a cloth behind his head so that he would not have to rest against the bare metal of the wall. Looking towards Gelon, Graves called out, "You have my thanks. You saved my life with no pretext and despite my actions. For that, I am grateful and am in your debt."

With his small words spoken, the explosion ripped through the doors of the ship. The mobsters around Grave turned around swiftly, pointing their weapons in the direction of the door, awaiting for someone to break the stalemate. It appeared when Mosa ripped a massive gun from somewhere in the ceiling and began threatening Gelon with it. Despite that fact, the mobsters continued to eye the rest uneasily. So much for a respite.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Cyan-Bullet

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While he sat uneasily from Byatis staring back at him, Cubey metaphorically jumped, being startled at the sudden squeakier voice of the tentacle hair lady, who he just managed to see why she smelled so differently from a human, as she revealed her odd shining, tentacled, featureless true form, which despite her reassurance there was no need to panic, Cubey began to panic nonetheless, with some hyperventilating to fit. The cubic beastman left it at that however, deciding to avoid saying anything to offend the tentacle lady person, in case the replacement body in question, would suddenly decided to be him.
He also noticed that Mosa was curious about Riley and Ophelia's odd gazes at each-other, where the smaller beastman began to wonder if he should that the larger reptilian one for telling the truth about what happened to his acquaintances.

His attention was snatched away however, at hearing the man apparently called Graves, accepted the needle from Gelon, the man who was earlier trying to kill him for killing his own friend. A fact that left Cubey utterly bewildered on why a good guy would help a bad guy, especially since they had so much hate for each other a few moments ago. Then again, anything could of been put on hold for what just happened to them. And that bad guy in question was pretty badly injured, it was clear to even Cubey's eyes, backed up all the more by the concern on his trio of friends that joined in the bubble, one robotic lady voicing her relief of the ships arrival. Even though he feared Graves, Cubey could feel a little concerned if he was going to pull through, especially since he wasn't too fond on the idea of being trapped in a bubble with a corpse. Well, technically two if you counted Megahertz's recently vacated other body.

Cubey was then startled a little at the sudden removal of a strip of metal that was around their odd little metal dome, being able to the ship outside to which he couldn't help but grin at the sight of.
"They are here to help us! Yaaaaayyyy! We're saved! We're all okay! We're gonna all be okay!", the green beastman kept chanting and babbling as he stared round at the others, though tried his best to avoid Byatis' and Graves' gazes. His own eyes focused on the sudden opening of the hatch in the ship above them however, where a white furred, rodent beastman and a human in some armored military gear emerge from it.
He was about to pint them out to Gelon, but he saw he was busy injecting Graves with that needle of his, as well as oddly offering a tube that popped out of his arm for Megahertz to sit around in for a while, who gratefully accepted it. Cubey decided he didn't need to let him know as he saw the ship too, and there was no mistaking that Mosa saw them, obviously pleased to see them, seeming even more ecstatic than Cubey was, and also seeming to recognize them.

Behind the two strangers, another emerged, this time a blocky, cyan coloured, visor faced synthetic, with hissing joint and bright lights from random parts of his body, casually making his way down the ramp, nodding towards Mosa, who nodded back in turn. Looks like they knew each-other as well.
The cyan synthetic then urged the survivors to clamber aboard, which Cubey didn't need much convincing of, as he quickly floated himself over to the ship, before shouting down at the rest; "Come one everyone, all aboard! I bet it's safe on here, the big crocodile man is friends with them so their not bad guys! Probably!", before landing shakily into the ship, watching the rest in relief of them wandering inside of the ship too, having his antennas sniff the place out to check none of the survivors got left behind, where he discovered there was another human aboard the ship, most likely the one piloting it.

As the ramp closed up behind them, Cubey couldn't help but nod in agreement to Preston's words, adding; "Home sounds lovely now.", before hearing Gelon speak up, demanding to explore the still functioning remaining wrecked piece of the ship they arrived in, before reluctantly agreeing with; "He's right, we need to check if there's still people here. We just have to. No one gets left behind.", he murmured at the pilot and co pilot nervously, before seeing Gelon check on Megahertz in the arm tube thing. It kinda made Cubey feel weird having seen her turn into something else entirely. Then the pilot himself got out of his seat, giving Cubey a mini heart attack before he realized the ship was flying by itself. Thank goodness for technology. James then asked what the hell happened on Nekrim, to which Cubey could only look down at his feet solemnly, half not wanting to talk about it, and half not having as much as the others to say thanks to passing out earlier, his eyes with a thousand yard stare and a heavy frown forming on his face as his lip began to quiver again.

Before he could say anything or begin sobbing again, there was sudden explosion at the ships entrance, which left Cubey to scream and run behind some survivors as Megahertz began panicking, peering past the fellow recently rescued folks fearfully to be met with the sight of four pirates storming in, demanding fire arms to be placed down now, before their leader wearing a bandanna and goggles moved them away to reveal he was in fact, Keeton, much to Cubeys and everyone else's surprise. He certainly didn't look the same, with his left arm and mechanical eye now replaced, as well as new tattoo on his neck, leaving Cubey to stare at him wide eyed in utter befuddlement as he too asked what happened. The green beastman couldn't fathom on how on earth Keeton managed to change so quickly after he last saw him. He looked towards Riley for help and heard Meghertz's confusion, but was then distracted by Byatis suddenly running over to him and hugging the fellow and explaining GEHENNA's attack.
James certainly wasn't happy about what had just happened, obviously furious at the pirates for invading his ship, demanding that they should lower their weapons, aiming a rifle of his own at Keeton. Mosa definitely shared his anger, as he took a gatling gun out of the ceiling causing extra utter befuddlement to Cubey at what was going on, continuing to stand dumbfounded at Mosa's speech, deciding against opening his mouth at the moment. He felt touched however that Mosa called them all his friend, well, apart from implying they would be food otherwise. Gelon then told Mosa to calm down, only for him to shout at Keeton himself, leaving Cubey even more puzzled. He was weird sometimes. He also seemed to be worried on what they could use to fix the door.

"Ummmm Gelon, we could got to the ship over there, ummm well part of it anyways. They might not want a door or two. I don't know though. Plus we should got look for people to see if there's anyone still alive and help them. Maybe Tep and that robot lady in Ozma's house are still alive! I don't think so though.", Cubey babbled nervously, his eyes having the habit of keep shifting to Graves and his henchmen, as well as Byatis, and back Keeton and his cronies.
"Please no more killing. Too much killing today. No more now. Killing gone bye bye for today.", the mutant man-child added on weakly, seeming to have little hope in the matter being even listened to as he went back to flicking his eyes about.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz Character Portrait: Cyan-Bullet

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Keeton didnt move a muscle when Byatis embraced him, still aiming down the sights right at Jame's head. The real question was how had he not died already. The Illeyrian with the fucked up mutated arm she controlled metal, his gun, bullets, and even his new arm was made of such substance.

Keeton decided he liked some of the people on the ship Riley in particular, so he decided to spare them the gunfight. He whistled to his mates, and all four of the pirates lowered their weapons. He fastened the skull bandana on his head once again, as he listened to James drone on about some bullshit about him being able to kill the four. The only reply that Keeton mustered throughout the entire thing was a muffled chuckle when James mentioned something about killing worst then him.

"I think you should be glad that I lowered my weapons, I'll be damned if you think I am going to surrender them to the likes of you." Keeton said with an unrevealed smirk on his face.

The three men behind Keeton raise their pistols quickly as Mosa pulls out a mini gun. "OI! I said no guns!" Keeton shouts to his men. Carefully each one lowers their weapon with all three of them in proximity of the trigger. Mosa approaches Keeton towering above him. "Listen lizard breath I am not your friend, nor do I want to be your friend. However I would say I have "friends" in the same ship we are all standing in. Three of which just attempted to kill you if it was not for me."

The whole fuck you pirate act was getting old, especially when it came a third time from Gelon. At this point Keeton was thinking about killing all of them, but Cubey, who started to burst out whining that too many had died today. Keeton looked around the room one last time. Faces of the strong, the survivors, and Cubey. Keeton took a deep breath and laid his finger on the trigger he had made his decision.

"Holy shit, you made a huge fucking mess didn't you." Beatrice springs into action with her plasma blades killing all three of the pirates. Keeton turns around just in time to see Beatrice holding her signature hand cannon to his head. He quickly drops both of his weapons. Beatrice rips the bandana from off his face. "My my Keeton, you have changed quite a bit since we last saw each other." Looking into Beatrice's soulless eyes, Keeton spits in her face. "Bitch that is not my na-" Beatrice hits him with the end of her pistol and sends him straight to the floor.

"I don't believe you all have had the honor of meeting me formally, I am Beatrice Schwartz, and you all are what is left to kill GEHENNA. On behalf of Drakov industries I thank you for not dying."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Mosa didn't move a muscle as K2's friends pointed their weapons at him, though he gave out a deep snarl when K2 flat out refused his offer for peace. Despite this, he didn't do anything, glancing at Cubey's direction instead, and slowly calming down. The manchild softened Mosa back greatly, and he stepped back from K2. Just then, Beatrice arrived and figuratively dropped a bridge on all of K2's friends. Mosa blinked twice at how quickly it occurred. His head followed as Beatrice cannon-whipped K2 and ruined his dramatic entrance. Finding it oddly and darkly funny in a way, Mosa decided to snark a bit. "..Guess you run out of friends now."

Mosa then looked at Beatrice as she introduced herself formally. Mosa placed his hands on his hips, and nodded. "Mosa's name is Mosa! Pleased to meet you. Don't mind the whole on the ship."


Megahertz stared at Gelon inside her tank with concern. Feeling bad, she took a while to formulate a response. "...Ummm...Gelon, I am so sorry, but..I am all....tentacles...right now.", she raised two of her tentacles, each of them less than 0.1 centimeters wide. "I don't know how much good I would do..."


Mosa turned and gave a thumbs up to James, grinning and baring his oversized teeth. "Mosa can't agree more. Megido is a long way." He stared at Beatrice, and tilted his head. "..Maybe you can help out? We need to fix hole blackbeard just made...."

They would have to find a way to shield the ship against Megido's deadly atmosphere, as well. The Realta Nua was installed with state of the art technology for that purpose....but most of it was already underwater.

Mosa spun and walked over to a terminal on the wall, stuffing his oversized gatling gun back to its hidden compartment in the ceiling along the way, before pressing some buttons. "We gonna need extra hands patching everything up and getting ship ready to go too! Who here can and be willing to help?"

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Ophelia kept on her annoyed sneer as more things just happened all at once. Suddenly that Beatrice woman came out of nowhere. She had a habit of doing that. Ophelia took note. She scoffed under her breath and stood up. "One moment." She said through her teeth and headed towards the hull breach, unflinching, not looking at anyone directly. Riley let go of her arm once she realized who she had clung to. She sat in silence. Only two things in her mind. One, surprised Ophelia hasn't done anything to her yet, and two, disappointed in K2. She remembered him telling her he was a pirate but she still thought he was a nice guy. Not anymore apparently. Upon hearing Beatrice's voice, she tensed up again. Just the sound of her cocky attitude made Riley uneasy, so she kept to herself.

Ophelia, now standing in front of the hull breach held out her untainted arm and the metal around the breach twisted and warped until it was once again, sealed off. It was thinner than the rest of the hull but it would have to do for now. Quietly she walked off on her own somewhere into the ship.

Byatis was cackling at how K2 went down so fast after his swashbuckling entrance. He was practically rolling on the floor. "Ahahhaha! Sucks for him!" Byatis playfully sat up like a dog and listened in on everyone's conversations.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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Beatrice scours the ship for something to bind Keeton's hands. She ties the pirate up while he is still unconscious and kicks him in the stomach to wake him up. "Keeton, get up. It seems you have lost track of reality. These men would have killed you for what you were about to do. I don't fucking care what happened in the month that you were in prison. Jesus fucking christ look at your arm! It looks like even the Federation will do anything to get their hands on captain sullivan's treasure."

Keeton is kicked awake by the demon bitch herself Beatrice. Her words as insulting as they were, pretty accurate. Keeton had definatly changed from his visit. His second day there the guards payed off a group of guys to start a fight. It only got better after he was taken into solitary confinement and tortured, eventually they had to amputate the arm because it was rotting from all the drugs they had injected into him. The progression of the dead planet falling was a slow process. The inmates used this to their advantage. By this time Keeton was released from solitary confinement, and formed an alliance with all of the opposing gangs. Keeton was the front man for the revolt, and when it came down to it he killed everyone but his own men.

He starts to gasp for air looking around the room blurry eyed. Keeton locks eyes with Riley, dissapointment is all he can see.

He had only survived on the thoughts of his friends Byatis, Clockwork, megahertz, sentinel, Riley and Ciril. The more time he spent in that hell the less he strived to remember the ones closest to him. Eventually Keeton had given up all hope that he would see any of them again.

A tear ran down his face as he looked at Riley. He felt ashamed, for once in his life Keeton hated who he was and what he now stood for. However the realization changed nothing, his optimism and joy had been replaced with malice and revenge. Keeton was a brand new man, but one thing was still the same, the pink haired Illeyrian still made his heart skip a beat.

"I have a drive that will get us to Medigo I can take half of you on what's left of the NUA, not you." Beatrice says pointing to both Graves and Keeton. "Those brats are your problem James. I'll be back with the components to upgrade this excuse for a vessel, hold tight till then." Beatrice exits the ship as Opehlia seals the hole behind her.

"Byatis, did clockwork did he Uh..." Keeton swallows the lump in his throat trying to hold back his emotions. "Never mind, I think I already know the answer. Its Uh good to see you again."

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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After a few tense seconds, Cubey sighed in relief as Keeton whistled for his companions to lower their weapons, seeming relax himself at least a small change in the criminals that were boarding them, but the even more cybernetically enhanced pirate still didn't speak any more friendly to James, as he tied on his head band. Much to to Cubey's disappointment and worry, there was more hostility as the three goons raised there weapons at Mosa and his chaingun, while Keeton had some more harsh words in store, Mosa snarling in turn, but seemed to back off a bit after Cubey's rant.

Before thing could go even further, no doubt with plenty of laser fire involved, Beatrice suddenly leaped aboard and almost instantly slayed the three underlings of Keeton as soon as she appeared with her plasma blades, causing Cubey to scream as she aimed her hand cannon at Keetons head, who after they both had a less than polite exchange of words, was struck to the floor. Beatrice then gave a short introduction to the survivors, as well as announcing they were the ones chosen to take down GEHENNA. Once again with the familiar feeling of being dumbstruck, Cubey looked for Gelon for help, but it seemed he left the room shortly after Beatrice killed the three pirates, which probably also meant Megahertz did too, due to being stuck in a tube on his arm.

He saw James was just as puzzled as he was, but recovered quickly as he asked if anyone could fix the hole in his ship and seemed to be readily on-board with the idea of eliminating GEHENNA, as Mosa mocked Keeton's allies' sudden death to their boss. The colossal reptile beastman joined in the conversation between the Drakov industries representative and the ship's captain, introducing himself loudly and cheerfully to Beatrice, before agreeing on fixing the hole quickly asking if anyone wanted to lend a hand as he returned his gatling gun in it's place, while Byatis laughed at the deceased comrades of Keeton.

Beatrice suddenly then tied Keetons hands before kicking him in the stomach, which made Cubey wince, before throwing some more harsh words at him, where Cubey just realized something didn't add up.
Did she just say that the pirate was in prison for a month? But it hadn't even really been a day since he was taken away by the federation, and somehow he changed into this much meaner and more cybernetic version of himself. Beatrice also said something about treasure and the federation being the ones who hurt him, which made Cubey all the more confused, since the federation were supposed to be good guys right? What had happened to that pirate and where was he? Cubey could only wonder as he saw Keeton stare over at Riley miserably as a single tear fell down his face. His train of thought came to a halt as Beatrice announced she had some kind of drive thingy for James to use on his ship, and that she would fly most of the survivors aboard what was still left an functioning of the Realta Nua, though not without insisting that Graves and Keeton travel in James' ship, and announcing she was going to start on some upgrades for said ship.

A sudden wash of feeling left out suddenly came over Cubey, deciding to give his own voice to the situation.
"I'll help with the fixing! I just don't know anything about repairing ships or large holes in things or repairing anything at all! But I can make things float and stuff!", Cubey cried out suddenly with some amount of cheer, though still looked rather miserably and fearfully at the corpses of Keeton's fallen companions. He then watched as Ophellia walked over to the often mentioned elephant in the room, or hole in the room to be more accurate with confusion as he looked over to Riley, who seemed just as befuddled and uneasy as he was, though it seemed not just at Ophellia. His confusion switched to amazement as Ophelia suddenly crumpled the ships metal to seal of the hole entirely, that Beatrice quickly leaped out of just before it closed.
"Never-mind, the scary lady mixed it!", Cubey shouted out, before clapping and adding; "Good work Ophellia! You have cool powers!"

Cubey's attention to spectacle was diverted when he saw Keeton ask about someone called Clockwork, undoubtedly another victim in the terrible catastrophe brought on by GEHENNA, unless he was one of the survivors aboard Beatrice's ship, if there was any. Cubey really hoped so, and some hope would be nice right now. He tottered over to Rilely for a second with that though still in his mind before asking quietly. "Ummmm Rilely right? Do you have a pen I can borrow? Pretty please?", before looking at his feet nervously and reaching in his pocket for the fruit carton that Deunan signed.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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(Sorry guys, I'm going to fast-track some scenes so we can get to the climax, since we've lingered on this scene for far too long. Feel free to add scenes of character development though, we have yet to pass the point of no return.)

Megahertz sighed with relief as she watched Gelon inject himself with the nanobots, just in time, apparently. "Well, I'm glad to hear that.", she said uncertainly, wondering if Gelon would even survive the final battle with that body of his. She pondered for a while, then slowly spoke, "....You..mentioned giving me control over your robot arm. Um. I feel bad about asking this since I couldn't help you just now, but...." She looked around in her tube, noticing the abundance of scrap metal around them. "...Can you, like, help me build a new body?" She never really tried a mechanical body before, but after witnessing GEHENNA's attack, and all the bodies left behind....it didn't feel right. Most Ishkavi did not really care for such a thing, but most Ishkavi aren't members of a ragtag bunch of misfits trying to take down an intergalactic warlord. Most Ishkavi stayed at their ivory towers, doing whatever it is they do to keep Nebulon up and running, keeping the lights on in the city that never sleeps.

Mosa quietly watched as Ophelia fixed the hole on the ship, smiling with approval. They would still have to reinforce that wall, especially considering where they were going, but all in good time. When Beatrice came with the Black Drive to help them get to Megido, Mosa proceeded to use it to replace their old hyperdrive. Bolts unscrewed, metal platings detached, engines reassembled. A few hours soon passed, and they were now ready to head to Megido.

Nekrim. Once a paradise for family and friends, now a graveyard for the lost and the damned. The skies were dark, gray, and rainy as the Iron Shadow departed the planet, their engines burning a determined azure. Mosa took a deeo breath in the cockpit, and he punched the button for hyperdrive, allowing the Iron Shadow to blaze the trail through the stars. With the speed of light, they will fight this evil. Some for a better tomorrow. Some to search a purpose in their lives. Some because they simply wanted to. Others, for a simple, basic, yet classical motivation:

To Avenge.

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: Colt Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz

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FINAL CHAPTER: AVENGER

In the blink of an eye, The Iron Shadow, and what's left of the Realta Nua, traveled through the space between spaces, and reached the edge of the Stratevarian rim. Megido was still far away, yet close enough that they could feel something simply....wrong in the air. Whispers in the darkest corners of space, whispers of regrets, losses, defeat. There is darkness in this part of the galaxy. Darkness older than Stratevaria itself, darkness lingering on the borders between worlds.

In the cockpit, Mosa leaned back on his seat, and took a deep breath. He glanced at the ceiling, and pressed the public announcement button.

"Good morning, comrades of the Iron Shadow. This is Mosa speaking, we will be arriving....there....in a few hours. If there's anything any of you want to say to each other....say it now. There may not be time later." Even Mosa, usually of high spirits and energy, slowly filled with uncertainty, as they approached Megido more and more. The end is nigh. But whose end - GEHENNA's...or theirs?

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Character Portrait: Mosa Belkan Character Portrait: K2 the space the not so infamous space pirate Character Portrait: Gelon Deskovitch Character Portrait: Byatis Character Portrait: Megahertz Character Portrait: Preston Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Ophelia Character Portrait: 'Super Duper' Cubey Character Portrait: Jeremy Graves Character Portrait: Riley O'Toole Character Portrait: Beatrice Schwartz Character Portrait: GEHENNA, Warlord of Infinite Worlds

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Megahertz looked on, pressing her jellyfish-like body to the glass with excitement. "Wow!! Gelon, that's amazing! You made that yourself?"

Suddenly, they hear a loud, rambling sound, rapidly approaching....

"Wait....did you hear that....?"

A bright light flashed outside the ship, red as blood and bright as sun. Mosa shielded his eyes instinctively at the cockpit, yelling out in pain and shock. "NO!!!!!"

A sudden crash. A lightning-fast crush. A massive, hundred-meter long, techno-organic sword struck the ship, running through Mosa with its first hit and tearing the massive beastman apart in less than a second. The sword sliced through the Iron Shadow mercilessly, exposing its crew to the cold, dead, vacuum of space. Alarms blare. Oxygen supplies break. the Iron Shadow split in half, with both pieces drifting apart from each other. Megahertz's tank broke. She clung on to life, but in just 13 seconds, she choked to death and withered.

The sheer impact of the tyrant sword left most of the crew to black out for a brief moment. When they recovered, those who did not die instantly from oxygen deprivation, could look up...and see the Stratevarian sun, shining dimly far, far away. It seemed so far, now....

.......The stars seem to dim with every second. And then they spun, revealing themselves not to be stars, but in fact swords - hundreds of thousands of purple swords, hovering in the air. Each of them smaller versions of the tyrant sword which ravaged the Iron Shadow. Each of them aimed towards every surviving member of the crew on board.

And then, they could hear it...a soft, contemptous voice. Reverberating inside their minds. GEHENNA's.

"Face your ends with dignity."

The millions of swords above them spun, and descended.

Soon, another star was extinguished in the limitless skies. GEHENNA had won once again.

-THE END-



(Hey guys. I decided, that I'm not going to wait any more. You've been good players, especially for the first and second chapters, and I thank you for that. But in hindsight, I realized that I planned this RP poorly. I would rather end on a much happier note, but I've grown sick of this RP. And I'm almost sure most of you are. If not sick, at least aloof and apathetic. I don't want this to be a burden. Not to you, not to me. So if you don't mind, I'm going to torch this franchise and run.)