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Khazrin Vrek'hel

"Honor through service!"

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a character in “Into the Void”, as played by TRUE-ASSASSIN

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Name: Khazrin Vresk'hel
Race: Helvan
Plumage: Black, blurring to a crimson hue towards the end
Eye color: Bright yellow

Profile: While most sentient species were soaring the dark void of space yearning knowledge, wealth and power, the Helvans were still prowling in the wilderness, viciously stalking their preys from treetops until the Armojans saw potential in the primitive bird-like creatures.
Uplifted from their primordial lifestyles, the now sentient Helvans served their Armojan overlords as miners, soldiers and bodyguards excelling thanks to their superior strength, endurance and menacing looks. While most would be unhappy being dominated by an alien power, the relationship between Helvans and Armojan is nigh religious: serving those who brought the light of civilization on their kind, the Helvans do not question their Armojan sovereigns, stoically following and lending their aid whenever their overlords require it.

Like his fellows, Khazrin's being is one with his duty: existing to serve as bodyguard of scientist Ebensomanth Gragantha, the Helvan puts the life he is entrusted with before anything else. Khazrin manages to be an imposing, meaningful figure despite being silent most of the time, standing watchful always by Gragantha's side: the scientist's need are wishes he will accomplish, be it knocking someone's senses out or gather samples of particular specimens.

Not displaying his emotions, Khazrin seldom speaks, preferring to let the scientist do the rhethorics - but he is always paying attention, be it nodding to comply someone's request or stare back if anyone catches his attention. To complement his menacing looks, the Helvan is rarely seen disarmed and always carries by his side a long, tempered alloy sword that became symbol of his trade which he wields with awe-inspiring proficiency.

So begins...

Khazrin Vrek'hel's Story

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Among the more battered, grimy looking ships that populated the landing area, there sat one that differed from the usual line-up if one cared to give it a second glance. It was sleek of form, its body almost leaf-shaped, with a pair of swept wings on the sides. The hull was dark green in colour, with what looked like a faint honeycomb pattern on the plating, and the cockpit windows were polarized and appeared opaque from the outside. From within said cockpit, Ebensomanth looked out at the other ships as he took his time with the pre-flight checks. He and his colleague had spent the past day or so looking for odd jobs here. Plenty of work that involved 'removing' certain individuals causing inconvenience to certain other parties, though there wasn't much the Armojan could find that suited his own specialties short of tending to one or two gunshot wounds.

The scientist snapped out of his boredom upon seeing a large, metallic creature make its way out of one of the buildings, carrying a few metal parts, possibly for ship repairs. A Forge Walker! He had never seen one in person before! Scrambling out of his seat, Eben dashed off to find his Helvan companion. Such a sighting could hardly go by unreported.

"Khazrin! Come quickly!" he called out, his beady black eyes gleaming with excitement. "Out on the landing strip, I've just seen a Forge Walker! I didn't know there were any living around this region... Or could it be a traveller, perhaps? Often are, around a place like this..."

The Helvan nodded lightly, and stood up after polishing his sword. Their recent 'tasks' got some stains on its blade. While not as excited as Eben, not really grasping the wonders of alien lifeforms, the sight of a such a weird and unusual creature certainly awakened something in the stoic bodyguard as they left the ship to investigate. Could it be curiosity?

Khazrin preceeded the scientist a couple of steps, warily scanning the surroundings until he saw the entrance of what appeared to be a space ship - and the metallic creature standing before the hatch. Quietly, Khazrin pulled the Armojan closer and slid behind a wall tall enough to conceal him. "There's a human," the Helvan whispered through his visor, not concerned but rather doubtful. "He is armed. How do we proceed?" He asked Eben, even though deep inside he knew the answer...hopefully, the human won't mind the...'interruption'.

The Armojan chuckled good-naturedly in the face of his companion's concern, though he did have a point. People with weapons drawn in places like these were more inclined to shoot first and ask questions more as an afterthought. "Proceed? Hmhmhm... Why, we shall convey that we mean them no harm, of course! If things do turn sour- not saying that they will - then we know what to do from last time, don't we?" Listening in on the conversation at the ship, Ebensomanth could easily make out the Forge Walker's booming voice. Sounded like a female, unless he was mistaken. She seemed to be talking about fixing the human's ship.

"Ah! Pardon me, but would you happen to be a Forge Walker?" he enquired hopefully as he walked towards them. "It is very exciting to finally see one of your kind in the flesh. Or steel, rather. I had read that they were more sedentary creatures." He made sure not to look threatening, though the bodyguard behind him may have hampered his efforts. Who knows what sort of reaction the sight of an Armojan in an ill-fitting trenchcoat designed for two-armed creatures and a Helvan in battle armour might evoke.

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Lendri sighed, another cloud of steam rolling out of her vents. Another dead end. She rumbled a frustrated mutter in her language to herself, just about to turn and leave; but his proposal of finding someone for her to aid her in her troubles. That was something new. Her head tilted a again at his request. "I am called Lendrinia Vokilla. A Forge-walker from Krocrekstil*." She bowed slightly, a common gesture of her kind when giving a name and standing upright. The human was at least helpful, even if she towered over him. It was not very often she met another that was all tall as her to begin with.

Her vents turned in the direction of the inquiry, an excited tone that confused her enough to even have the vents turn in the first place. If anything she was more used to having other flee or be very very careful around her. "What does one want with this Yigbaryi**? And sedentary?" The word choice was confusing to say the least for her. Not she didn't understand the word, she did as a matter of fact. But she wouldn't describe her kind as such. More like the opposite unless they were spending time on the surface. Now that she thought about it that may be why he mentioned it. Time outside of the twilight band left them quite tired and unwilling to move much once they returned to their cities under the surface. She turned toward the pair to look at them. She only seen an Armojan once or twice from a distance and she had never seen a Helvan in her life.

She dropped down to all fours again, lifting a paw up to open a hologram of what seemed to be database of some sort. It flicked through pictures of other raced that she encountered before it shut itself down. Another bellow of steam rolled out from her vents, she was starting to crave water at this rate. Even hot metal needed to be quenched every now and again.

*Krocrestil - Forge-walker homeworld

**Yigbaryi - literally "one of the core", what the forge-walkers call themselves.

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Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian Character Portrait: Morigan Wolfe Character Portrait: Lendrinia Vokilla Character Portrait: Eben Gragantha Character Portrait: Khazrin Vrek'hel
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While Wolfe went outside to investigate the source of the thumping on the side of the ship Vance pulled his hood back up to hide his face. He walked out of the ship to find three other aliens. He recognized the plant-like Armojan and his Helvan companion, the Armojans had traded with the Phaige in the past and surely they were aware of the destruction of his home world which seemed all the more reason to keep his face covered. He didn’t need too many more beings finding out that he had survived. The Forge Walker was a race that he had only met once in the past. For the first time in a long time he felt at a disadvantage, he wasn’t able to hear the thoughts of the Forge Walker due to the metal plating, nor could he hear the thoughts of the Helvan because of his armor. However, his empathic abilities were working perfectly, but with so four of them so close together it was difficult to tell which emotion was coming from whom. There was an overwhelming feeling of cautious tension in the air as well as excitement and optimism. He had heard the Forge Walker asking about seeing others. He watched the hologram of all the different species she had met until it was over. He took note that there was no picture of the Phaige

“I’ve met one of your kind before. I think he said his name was Kaztild. He set up a shop on a junk planet in the Tar ‘Entella system. He was a nice guy, he helped me rebuild this thing from the ground up.” He said as he raised a hand and pointed to his sleek black ship parked next to the one he walked out of careful not to let anyone get a glimpse of his face. “I believe the planet was Tharas Nine.” He turned back to Wolfe as he was picking up thoughts of worst-case scenarios with these aliens from him as well as a bit of anxiety. He took a step towards him and whispered just loud enough for Wolfe to hear. “Calm down, they don’t want to kill us.” Though he knew that Wolfe already knew that, this would be a terrible place to kill them, too many witnesses. “How about we all go get a drink?” Vance suggested to the group picking up on the Forge Walker’s thirst.

Normally he wouldn’t have suggested this, but he remembered that Armojans had history with humans as well and he might be able to get some information that could be of use. After that, though, he knew he had to return to Phaigea, his planet. Specifically, he had to go to the mining camp on the third moon where his parents were working. He knew that even if the humans knew about the mines on the planet, they had no idea about ones on the moons. He knew there was a recording of the final communication from earth before they fired their weapon. If he could get that to the non-human members of the Galactic Council, he could get justice. That’s where Wolfe would come in, Vance couldn’t just walk in to the council building without being killed by the human guards, but Wolfe could get the recording and any other information to the non-human members with less chance of being caught.


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Wolfe could live without the extra credits he could have earned from the metal beast, a disappointment though it was but the sudden invitation to bring them all out for drinks gave him pause. "Now, hold on...Is that wise? Let's not forget where we are we can't just bring Happy-go-lucky and his tin man into a brawl bar. Not when they mistake a landing dock for a safari of curiosities and intrigue. At least the furnace seems like she can handle herself...n-no offense." He glanced sidelong at Lendrinia. "He's too showy. Listen...I know someone who could keep an eye on my ship and we can get out of here. Safer among the stars."

Fact of the matter was he hated the curious energy the Armojan was giving off and even more the dutiful silence of his guardian. They didn't belong there. He faltered slightly, remembering the fact that the only reason he still drew breath was out of kindness of the Phaige. He had no right to make complaints. "Or...at least...we should at least get to the orbital, there's a sit down restaurant and its a regular by-way for merchants and shippers. Safer."

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Wolfe was making some good points, however bluntly he was doing it. “Alright now, no need to fly off the handle.” Vance said in an attempt to calm Wolfe’s paranoia. “I’m sorry about this, he’s been under a lot of stress and almost got himself killed earlier today.” Vance said turning to the others and giving a light chuckle. “I’m Vance and this is Mr. Wolfe. In our line of work trust doesn’t come easy. He does bring up a good point however, the orbital and its café are a great place to find information and surely if I’ve seen a Forge Walker, there must be others out there who have as well.” He turned to head off in the direction of his ship.

“Ravie, open the entrance.” He spoke into a small remote he took out of his pocket.
“As you wish.” A disembodied female voice spoke from the ship. A hatch opened and lowered a set of stairs.
“So we’ll meet you at the orbital then?”

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Khazrin followed Eben, not protesting his protected scientist's decision despite deeming it rash; he will get used to it, eventually, but until then, those who interact with the Armojan should learn to pay no mind to his eerie stares.

Apparently, the Forge Walker did not seem as aggressive as she actually looked. But he will still keep an eye on the alien, perhaps intrigued by her noble quest. The other two - the armed human and his cloaked fellow recalled his attention, too - but be it that they are not as rare as the Forge walker, or that they had a sinister vibe echoing beneath their skin, they did not leave a positive remark in Khazrin - especially the shrouded one, that just invited Eben to have a drink at a nearby local. Khazrin looked at the Armojan scientist, and awaited his answer. Most certainly, the Armojan understood that this invite wasn't out of sheer kindness.

Eben's interested perusal of the Forge Walker was interrupted by the hooded figure's suggestion of hitting the bar for a drink, followed by his human partner's objection. Apparently they would be heading up to an orbital station. Much more secluded there. How fortunate that the Armojan and his accomplice were about to depart anyway.

"With so many different species packed together, it's really more like a safari than you might think," he stated, his tone somewhat calmer than it had been mere moments ago. "Not to mention there are many things that may bite. Or try to tear off the stabiliser fins on your ship unless you shoo them away. Most inconvenient, myes. Anyway! We shall meet you in orbit." Turning on his heel, Eben began to walk away, briefly stopping to turn back to the Forge Walker.

"Ah... Lendrinia, was it? Ebensomanth Gragantha, pleased to make your acquaintance. I shall certainly look forward to speaking with you later, if I may." Giving her an amicable nod, he and Khazrin went back to their own ship. The Armojan pulled out a datapad from within his trenchcoat and started looking for which stations were in orbit. The human hadn't given the name of the restaurant, so they would have to tail the other ships and hope for the best.

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Lendri nodded, about to comment about how the Armojan knew her name and then realized in that same moment that her voice was quite loud in comparison to the others here. That and she was by far the biggest. The invatation to the orbital made her nod, as any place to get a drink was quite alright with her and not having to argue with the door man again about letting her in was also a treat. "Yes, that would wonderous." she said plainly, before turning away but not before letting the amojan speak. "Yes, I would not mind speaking with you."

With that she turned back towards her own ship, trotting towards it as the hatch opened to let her in. The ship spoke in a rumbling sort of language as she climbed into the hatch. The ship had been rebuilt from the ground up by her hand as all Forge-walker built ships were. Most brought back from junk planets or those that had crashed landed on their world and their inhabitants killed off by the harshness of the surface. Teludir ships were common as they often discarded their older model ships and in turn were taken in by the Yigbaryi. In inside, however, was notably her people's own. A mix of carved stone and hieroglyphs on the walls. Monitors seamlessly integrated into stone and wiring looked more like veins in an ore mine. This was the last semblance of home since her people were driven off world. She wondered if the hooded figure's ship looked something like her own since he did say one of her kin built his ship as well. She didn't remember if the hooded one said a specific station, so she would have to follow his tail. The engines of her ship roared to life with that familiar purple light this ship provided. She supposed after a drink she would head to the planet vance had mentioned. Junk planets were full of good finds and where there were good finds there were walkers seeking them.

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As the others departed to their own ships, Vance also went into his. The inside was sleek and a majority of the controls were touch screen panels with the exception of control stick used for manual control and steering. Vital readouts displayed as projections on the cockpit window, while those of lesser importance displayed on the touch screens. The cockpit had two seats as it was flown optimally by two people, but with the AI he had installed flying it alone was not difficult.
He waited in the cockpit for Wolfe to get the rest of his stuff or to find someone to watch his ship until he could sell it. He would meet up with the others at the orbital. There was only one with a café and a market place, so he figured the others would be able to find it with a simple scan.
“Ravie, get ready to take-off when Mr. Wolfe gets aboard.”

“As you wish, Vance. Which one is Mr. Wolfe?”

“The Human, Ravie. Take off when the Human gets on.”

“Very well.”

Ravie, short for Ravager, had been the closest thing Vance had to a friend, even if she was just an artificial intelligence, in the eight years he’d been in hiding. She was able to control the ship as Vance would when he needed to rest or was unable to pilot. There were a number of retractable robotic appendages within the ship and Ravie was also programed with a library of medical texts regarding the Phaige so that she could help Vance if he were injured. Also the ship was equipped with a medical synthesizer that was used to replicate synthetic Phaige plasma so he could feed. There were few alien species that the Phaige could actually feed off of in spite of what the tales would have you believe.

The control panels lit up and the engines began to hum. An electric blue glow began to emanate from the engines. The engines weren’t combustion-based like many of the older human ships, they were negative field engines powered by tridaxium. The radiation of the tridaxium, although harmless, was the cause of the blue glow in the negative field generator ports which would normally have a pure white glow.
“Ravie, display anatomy of the following races: Armojan, Helvan, and Forge Walker.”

“As you wish.” She replied and a holographic display showed up in the middle of the room showing three figures and displaying the anatomy of all of them.
Vance studied them as he waited for Wolfe. He didn’t think things would come to a fight, as none of them had any violent feelings that he was able to pick up on while they were present, but just in case he studied the displays for any type of weakness he could exploit if it came to that.

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Wolfe vanished back into his ship and tucked his earpiece behind his ear. It was a very old ship type. "Computer, ring up Zoma from the Three Suns station. Send him the following message: Zoma, I have a rust bucket for sale, if you want it in one piece with all its salvageable parts you'll send your bucket head goons in to collect it before the feline vermin on this planet steal the last bolt and rivet. Attach the coordinates and apply my usual encryption. He'll know who it is...and if he's smart he'll know what he owes me when it's sold."
The computer confirmed the message, read it back to him and sent it all while Wolfe went from room to room with items in his hands stuffing notes and messages and files into his bag. He had very little actual personal items, just a few sets of clothes, the torn badge and a journal that had pages and photographs poking out. He left most of his guns as well favoring the one pistol he had tucked under his pistol, an old fashioned hand made hand gun from his home world styled after the ones they used to use on earth. It fired actual bullets and was worth half as much as the ship he was selling. He tucked it into his belt and stuffed the last of his research into a large case and shuffled his way out of the ship, with difficulty.

Vance's ship was a lot bigger and a lot fancier than Wolfe cared for. He strode on feeling a bit grimy as he looked about. It was leagues beyond his clumsy little machine. Wolfe could feel silence overcome him as he felt...a bit awkward at their situation. He had killed this man's...well...kin, had aided in their virtual extinction and now he gazed about for a place to stow away his undergarments in his ship. He still felt as if he shouldn't be alive, the feeling tugged at his chest like a spidery hand trying to grab a slug, he felt a bit like he wanted to be sick.

"My ship will be fine here. Salvagers will come by probably around the time the sun sets."
He knew it was strange for someone to cast aside an asset like a ship so carelessly, shrugging it away as if it were a broken plastic spoon that needed to be thrown in the bin. Wolfe wouldn't have been so rash before meeting Vance. He had accepted his death mere minutes before, a ship was worth less. Wolfe stared at Vance for a long time, his gaze tired. "Do you have a plan? Revenge? A-......are you going to wipe out mankind?"

The last question came out slowly, reluctantly, the thought making Wolfe look older and more tired than he was. It would be a just thing to do. Humans had it long coming even before the Phaige war, but it didn't take empathetic abilities to see that Wolfe still had family out there.

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Ebensomanth sat at in the pilot's seat of his ship, Khazrin not too far away, as usual. Much like the outside, the interior of the Armojan ship was made up of smooth parts, almost organic in appearance. The walls were a soft green colour, with what looked almost like the veins of a leaf if one cared to look at it very closely. Small lights were embedded in the ceiling that gave off a warm glow similar to that of natural sunlight, and even the temperature and humidity within the ship were made to simulate the preferred climate of the Armojans and Helvans.

Watching the other two ships take off first, the scientist initiated the startup sequence for the ship's ion drives, gently taking off from the landing strip and soaring to the upper atmosphere and beyond.

"I think that went rather well, considering how things usually turn out," said Eben. "That one in the hood seemed a little shifty though. What do you think?"

"Suspicious. Both the hooded one and the human with the gun." Khazrin said, and looked at the ships docking at the orbital. "I recommend we avoid making deals with them, until we learn more about their personal background."
The Helvan turned towards Eben now, and asked the scientist the now routinary question "What are your plans exactly, Ebensomanth?"

The Armojan leaned back in his seat, for once quiet and contemplative. "Hmm... Our purpose is to study new and rare alien species, is it not? The Forge Walker is indeed an interesting specimen. Rather polite, too. And that hooded one... I'm not sure what species he was, but I can tell that it wasn't human like the other one. Something about those eyes..." Eben resumed his musings until he caught sight of the orbital station very close by on the ship's sensors. "Ah, but we have arrived at our destination! We shall have plenty of time to consider such things later."

Khazrin sighed lightly, just to complete what was becoming his habit and part of his being. Despite having served the scientist for several years, the Helvan will never comprehend the Armojan's curiosity and obsession for xenobiology. "They do not usually enjoy being studied, these 'new' and 'rare' alien species, Ebensomanth." Khazrin said, knowing that his words wouldn't dissuade the scientist.

"Oh, I don't know. Miss Vokilla seemed most cooperative," replied the Armojan as he prepared the ship for docking procedures. "If anyone does try anything, however, then I suppose we could always make do with an autopsy."

With the ship landed, Eben disembarked to find that the interior of the station had been built to resemble the conditions on the planet they had just left. Perhaps the natives preferred this to cold metal corridors. It didn't take long for him to see the group, with Lendrinia acting as an effective landmark. Waving to them in greeting, he and Khazrin made sure their ship was locked before going to join them.

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"Your ship takes to the stars quite well. You speak well that this is forge built." The forge walker spoke. "But now we wait it seems. Unless our orb of excitement is already here."
“Yes, there are few who can take junk and turn it into treasure with as much skill and finesse as the Forge Walkers. At least that’s what he told me.” Vance replied to the compliment.
At that point he saw the Armojan ship land and the other two walk out, the Armojan waving at them. “Looks like Mr. excitement is here.” Vance muttered dryly. He lacked the enthusiasm, but could still see the potential for information. “Wolfe, we should get going.” He called back into the ship. He assumed Wolfe was still getting acclimated to the ship.

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Lendri nodded, shifting her robes a bit. It was good to see a forge build ship after so many years on the move. The welds were familiar and the mimicry of the home race's ship were top notch. Now if only she could find others of her kind. The realization that they had spread out so thinnly was quite unsettling to say the least.

She sighed as the armojan joined them, as much as she was all for getting a hold of his ship this was not the time for scrapping it down and building it anew. She had a working and functioning ship. Not only that she did not carry the same level of enthusiasm for her person as him. Granted this was a sector that she had been to, but she didn't think of herself as anything special. Just a meer Priest. A keeper of her people's lore, history and schematics on nearly every kind of ship they had come across. At least that's what her robe said to any other forge walker. To any other race, it was just very ornate robes for a large race.

She tilted her head to the side again, confused. "Is your companion alright? Rides in ships one isn't acclimated to can make one quite ill." she noted, remember how many newly grown forge walkers got sick on their first rides on other ships. While amusing for the older walkers, it was sometimes annoying to clean up the mess.

She eyed the armojan's companion with some suspicion. Having not seen that style of armor since landing on gilgora V for a job and getting attacked by the locals that called her a demon. She could never be too sure at this rate. The guard had not been hostile towards her, probably due to not being hostile herself. It was probably for the better. So long as she kept her cool, no one would be roasted.