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Vance Hemolian

"They've taken everything from me. Now I have nothing to lose."

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a character in “Into the Void”, as played by SugarNspikeS

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Name: Vance Hemolian
Race: Phaige
Skin color: light violet
Hair color: iridescent blue
Eye color: Bio-luminescent glowing blue

Profile: Vance is the sole survivor from a human attack on his star system. The humans have since covered up this crime that destroyed the entire Phaigean system and the Phaige have since been become the stuff of terrible legends and nightmares used to get children to behave. Vance has put his natural empathic and psychic skills to use as a mercenary with plans to get his revenge.

So begins...

Vance Hemolian's Story

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Character Portrait: Morigan Wolfe Character Portrait: Lendrinia Vokilla Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian
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As Lendri wandered around to make sure her ship was ready for lift off, she looked up to see the hooded one's ship take off. "Well built, takes to the stars easy. Must be forge built." she muttered as she tapped on the console. She set the pilot to follow the duo's ship and within seconds her own scouter was in flight.

The trip didn't take long at all, but it was enough time for her to relax. She wasn't on the job here. No bounties to capture, No ships to steal and take apart, and hopefully no fighting another in defense of her person. It felt...nice, almost peaceful. As the ship followed the course the other ship had taken, she took the time sit on her haunches, her tail coiled around her as she sighed; another cloud of steam rolling from her vents. As peaceful as it was, she missed the halls of history she used to tend to. The walls filled with sheets of maps, texts of their history and gods, texts that she was sure had survived due to the amount of her people able to care most if not all of them out of danger. She even had a large library of various texts stored in the back of her ship.

As her ship landed at the orbital, parking itself next to the hooded one's ship; she trotted to the back of her vessel. Again, she noted that she wasn't on a job so some attire wouldn't hurt. She placed her claws into a pad next to her sleeping nest until it glowed and opened on it's own, revealing a set of vestments that looked like a cape if she were standing covered in red and gold feather like scales and tassels of the same color that went around her neck. The head piece swept back between her vents giving her a regal look...a look that she had long since had to abandon to survive.

Lendri muttered a phrase that sounded more like a rumble in her vents to open the bottom hatch, letting her drop to the ground below with a shimmering sound due to her vestments. The orbital itself reminded her of the markets just on the edges of the habitable surface zone on the heated side. It was quaint to say the least. She nodded toward the ship next to her and trotted along to find the hooded one once more and bow slightly in greeting. "Your ship takes to the stars quite well. You speak well that this is forge built." she rumbled, her mouth slightly stretching into a smirk. "But now we wait it seems. Unless our orb of excitement is already here."

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Character Portrait: Morigan Wolfe Character Portrait: Lendrinia Vokilla Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian Character Portrait: Khazrin Vrek'hel Character Portrait: Eben Gragantha
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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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Character Portrait: Morigan Wolfe Character Portrait: Lendrinia Vokilla Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian Character Portrait: Khazrin Vrek'hel Character Portrait: Eben Gragantha
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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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Character Portrait: Morigan Wolfe Character Portrait: Lendrinia Vokilla Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian Character Portrait: Khazrin Vrek'hel Character Portrait: Eben Gragantha
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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.