Awinita's Story

Willing away the pain of the expolsion the Maiar went to where Amadi lay, with one hand she reached down and grabbed him by the neck and shoulder. Pulling him to his feet against a severely damaged tree. She held him there with one hand, crystal clear eyes drilling into the faceless visor. "Typical mortal behavior." The mair grumbled as she pulled him up. Looking him in the face she said. "I tell you one last time. This man was unarmed, taken by two men with wierd eyes, and hands of blue. You refused to aid and fhose instead to hinder. It is on you. Now, I came to retrieve what I lost. And have left with it."

In her free hand a blade matrialised with a briosk SPRANG noise as the blade just flickered into view before solidifying, sparks ran along the razor sharp edge. "And now I leave you with this warning; Attempt to hinder me any further, and I will not hesitate to rip out your heart where I hold you now. But, if you allow us to leave, and not attempt to arrest either of us. I'll let you live. It is your choice to make, mortal. Make the wise choice."

It was a small wonder how she was able to hold him up with one hand. But then again, A Maiar was naturally strong, and even stronger was she due to the form she prefered, since the humvee in question that she took after could carry up to 18 tons worth of cargo not including troops and their gear. Though what Amadi could see was a thin trail of blood trailing out of her left nostrel, And also from her left ear. As he had indeed made a mark.

Amadi grunted as he was lifted up by his neck. Were he not on Terra, he would marvel at the idea of a single woman lifting nearly ten tons with only one hand.

He eyed the gleaming sword in her hand looked down at the scuffs made in his armor. He was taking a beating too. It seemed Awinita was offering him one last chance to back down... a chance that she curiously had not offered the dozens of marines she'd seamlessly slaughtered in her assault on the RIP. The commander flexed his fingers, briefly considering her proposition before shaking his head.

"...go to hell." His words were plain and grim.

All at once, the reactor in the center of Amadi's chest began to glow brightly. In the very next instant, an enormous beam of energy cannoned out of it - a massive pillar of destructive force powerful enough to level a mountain - fired directly into Awinata's face. The ground quaked. A massive trench formed immediately wherever the beam traveled. Every tree in its path, hundreds of them, were instantly pulverized into fine charcoal.

Whatever the attack did to Awinita, it would certainly have an affect on Amadi. Without being rooted to the ground, he had no way of brazing himself for the counterforce of the beam. He would go flying backwards at an incredible speed - nearly a half a mile, before being buried hundreds of feet into the earth.

As he spoke those three words, she titled her head slightly, was he telling her to return to her mother ? Impossible! Wait, what the hell ? It was all she could think before a blinding white light hammered into her repulse array she had active. Sending her fling head over heels before crashing into deep heavy rock and then off a waterfall, for what seemed to be a well built woman with pretty much zero armor, what it sounded like was a guy in full plate doing a ten point landing and not missing one rock on the way down. Her head swam, her eyes were blinded, and now. Flat on the rock with water pounding from above.

She was out of the fight. Pretty much dead by the look of things. And yet, somehow, still alive. Barely.

Day one on the job....Yay new job!

Wait what ?

Yes, new job!

But the new job was at the Hospital ?

Where the fuckinhellwasit ?



Wait she forgot again forgot, no breaks! RIGHT TO THE LOBBY!!



The dirty white hummer slammed into the tollbooth guard shake, what had beena guard shack before coming to a halt and fading into steam as the guy in the guard shackwas taken to the emergceny room and a woman with white hair stepped up to a doctor just arriving. "Looking for employer Dr Patchington... its important, first day on the job and all" It was clear the woman was dead, a ghostly thing, and... had been drinking extenensively

The doctor looked her up and down, as if examining her suspiciously, then nodded. "I know just where to find him. Follow me," he said formerly, then started down the corridor that the guard was being carted down. The doctor took a hold of the stretcher and guided it into an empty room, waving for Awinita to follow. "Could you close the door?" he asked as he tugged on a latex glove, ignoring the groans of the man below him, then a wickedly spirited grin grew on his features, "Because this is about to get messy."

He released the glove, letting it tighten around his hand with a satisfying snap.

Within two seconds the ghostly creature was a blur of activity, all needed surgical items were set ready and the door was closed, triple locked for good measure. "ready when you are Doc!' it was clear that the strange ghostly creature was extremely happy to work once again, the last person she had been with she had sent on a shuttle off the planet to safety. Noew she had a new job with a doctor, doing what she liked to do best ages ago, bloodwork!....

She smiled brightly at the sudden snap of the glove about his hand! With the room ready to go, she said simply while standing next ot the desired tools "Ready when you are Doc!"

Awinita wheeled in another patient, one she recognised, as she knocked the poor dumb jerk out yet again with a door handle. Amadi lagbara was a pain in the butt for the undead creature known as Awinita. Setting up the room as she waited for Dr patchington to finish with another patient she heard a loud CRUNCH followed by a loud shrill shrieking as Dr patchington either healed the poor sod or kill them, the iinsurance was well paid for.

So as Amadi laid on the stretcher Awinita got to work, this guy nearly killed her.... again but now he was in Dr Patchingtons hands, and if Dr patchington couldnt save him, Awinita sure would kill the guy, or try to, or something....

Never the less Awinita got the room ready. She heard another chrunching noise as if someone was tapdancing on a bag of patato chips followed by a hard THUD as something hit the operating room door. By the time Dr Patchington arrived the patient was all hooked up perfectly to the medeical equipment and looked as if he'd been through a nuke attack going off in his face while Awinita had a wee bit of soot floating off her ear tips "Mornin' Docm, patients ready"

"...Alright, you'll be here in terminal 3 in half an hour? Great! Bring snacks, booze, and your own weapons."

Half an our later...

"Ah, you are here. Wonderful!", Remarked The Colonel, extending his gloved hand.

Awinita was confused as to first getting the phone call, she'd been getting Pepsi off a Pepsi truck {she'd bought the stuff they were just unloading the truck to load herself up} When the nearby payphone went off like a tornado siren. The Maiar picked it up. After a few moments she saw the time, then headed off.

Now she was there, A slender hand reached to the Colonel's own hand. She took the guy in, thin. and not healthy thin, this guy was.... thin. If she ever got that thin, she wouldnt look as good "I am here as promised, sadly I cannot drink too much ancohol as it interferes with my systems"

She meant getting drunk meant drunker than normal driving for a woman who could turn into a dirty white Humvee

"Alright Awi. This is the day us Stickfolk break free! The day we fulfill our destiny! And you will have a helping hand in doing so."

Later, on the tarmac...

The Colonel took out a notebook entitled "Preflight checklist". He opened a video feed of the cargo hold. "Thorium reactor? Check. Illegal quantities of thorium? Check. Felony amount of cocaine? Check. Portal device? Check. And, most importantly.... stache of contraband firearms?" He opened the floor compartment and chose an automatic belt-fed shotgun, which was impractical for all but the most sysphean of tasks. "Locked and loaded."

"Ok Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain, err, colonel, speaking. Welcome to Stickistan airlines! I hope you enjoy your trip!" And with that last corny jab, The Colonel threw Awinita a deluxe thing of Oreo's and frggin' throttled it to the moon.

Of course for the humvee not much was different, too different at least. But she hadnt sat down yet when Col Tr33cko made his announcement and then threw her a pack of deluxe thing of Oreos and then throttled the sucker to the moon. "Stickistan Air, I like it" The humvee woman said suddenly slammed against the rear bulkhead as gravity pulled down on her.

But once in space gravity lessed its pull and she could float freely, and float freely she did. She pulled herself forwards through the plane thing. Stickistan Airlines, yes, she was totally booking another flight with them for sure! she snagged the oreos out of thin air and propelled herself back towards the cockpit

Seeing through the window the Humvee turned woman smiled thinly "We're going to Luna ?" Meaning they were going to the moon ?

Well of course they were! That was where Stickistan was gonna be established!

The ship landed near Montes Taurus, a mountain on the moon. It was a wonder the spacecraft even survived the landing after the Colonel accidentally snapped off a piece of the landing gear upon firing retrograde thrusters to decelerate . Luckily, nothing else broke.

The Colonel stepped out of the spaceship and planted the stickistan flag inside a dome with a fan and turf for dramatic effect. He then takes out a sharpie and crosses out "Stickistan", writing "New Sketchpad" on it before he seals the dome and turns the fan inside on, which makes the flag flap. He also unloads 3 shipping containers and follows the instructions he wrote to turn them into a temporary shelter, complete with airlock and shag carpeting. "Awi, you can go live in the ship for now. It's bigger, and has a full-sized fridge."

After he set up a Thorium reactor, The Colonel set up the Stickgate. A stickgate, itself the size and bearing the likeness of a stargate of terran fiction, accesses a pocket dimension about 10 miles large in all directions. It is devoid of gravitic and electromagnetic interference, as well as any air to breath or scream in. It is very easy to access, but is impossible to detect unless you are aware of it's existence. A gate resides on Sketchpad, guarded by 1000s of THOT Patrol members, and has lied dormant for 10 years.

"Alright, Awi. We'll open the Stickgate when you're ready. Oh yeah, and wear this." He threw Awi an "Ambassador" sash to wear over her spacesuit.

First to land was the landing gear, then the ship. Inside the ship a certain woman wasnt buckled in, again, and found herself upside down, back against the bulkhead as the ship all but nosedived into the moon

Oddly even though she WAS expecting a kaboom it never happened

The door opened and they filed out. Of course Awinita fell out with the door and landed facedown in the moondirt. Standing up she dusted herself off. For a spirit she was resilent, and this place was useful too.

Stay in the shio ? that didnt make a lot of sense since Awinita was able to go anywhere whenever whereever

But the main thing was that she was now with the Stickstan folk, and they were nice, Of course Stickistan Airlines needed better pilots she didnt complain. When the sash was handed to her she smiled, spacesuit ? What spacesuit ?

A flick of the wrist and the sash was in its proper place, like a cloak of sorts, yet the image of Stickistan clearly seen.

She then nodded, all was set "You may open when ready" She then said

The Colonel opened the portal interface. There were five options: Capital, Downtown Capital, Bunker 1609, Mag Train Station 0, and the only option outside Old Stickistan: Ciudad De Liberdad, a city in the Socialist nation of La Coalición de la Igualdad. He selected "Bunker 1609", in case the Capital was nuked out.

After the portal was opened for a few hours, a convoy streamed through. The convoy consisted of Hovertanks and Flatbed trucks designed for the moon, which carried everything from prefabs to moonbuggies to spacesuits to even people, huddled in passenger containers. Then, the construction equipment streamed through, each one graced with the motto of the Engineer Corps: We'll build it in a day. Some of the construction trucks were carrying nukes.

At the head of the convoy was the President. "Welcome to Luna" said the Colonel. "Thanks Colonel. I see we have lots to do. And who might this be? She doesn't look like a stick." He glanced at Awi.

The white haired nicely tanned woman smiled sure there wasnt any air to speak of on Luna just yet, did stickmen need it ? She sure didnt! Even then she was quite pretty the way she was dressed, the abassador flag made a very nice cloak thanks to her magic and it looked good too. "I dont think i would look as beautiful as you and yours do if I were a stick" Fact of the matter was, she wasnt even human to begin with. Nor was she a THOT

"You need not worry though El Presidente of Stickistan! I feel somehow that I should help you and yours get settled here. That and I love Stickistan Airlines, a nice smooth flight" {Haha not really smooth, she slammed into both bulkheads fore and aft at landing and takeoff respectifely!}

She then smiled at the Presidentknown as Rhizo "What do you and your people need the most ? I can see to it that it is brought"

Lights and tech devices would start to flicker and act amok as if the power was about to shut of at any moment. A deathly chill would fall upon the colony as a dark shadow appeared over the moon it was once a large warship of some kind but now it looked like a mere derelict. The old warship ruin hovered over the colony silent and unmoving as if it had just drifted there. It stayed there unmoving as if it was waiting for something. Upon the ship a darkness woke...a hungry darkness...

The Colonel and The President were enjoying a spot of golf on a new course comprised entirely of astroturf and imported Mars rocks. The course was kept lunar-dust free via magnets or some crap, and an army of janitorial staff. Newly-built Stickistani atmospheric cruisers, protected from stray golf balls by nets, loomed in the distance. Occasionally, they lifted off and went to fight. There were also Corvettes, fighters, and the Pride of the fleet, the super-heavy battleship B-SUCC Monument. (B is the Battleship designation, and SUCC stands for Stickistani Universal Combat Command, the supreme imperial space navy. Though originally created to keep pirates and asteroid wranglers from becoming too prevalent, it has recently received a large funding boost, and have become a forced to be reckoned with, (Though not even close to being on par with Aaschen or the like)).

The president first noticed the looming Foreign Warship when a stray golf ball bounced off it's hull. "Colonel, is that one of ours?" "No, it's not, dumbass.", the Colonel responded. "Alert the SUCC, and go investigate, damnit."

At the Nearby SUCC airfield

The colonel boarded a personal aircraft, and took 20 of his best men to investigate the derelict warship. They're goal was to either contact whoever was in it and tell 'em to screw off, or to crashland it if it was empty so it could be turned into a city.

The Colonel and The President were enjoying a spot of golf on a new course comprised entirely of astroturf and imported Mars rocks. The course was kept lunar-dust free via magnets or some crap, and an army of janitorial staff. Newly-built Stickistani atmospheric cruisers, protected from stray golf balls by nets, loomed in the distance. Occasionally, they lifted off and went to fight. There were also Corvettes, fighters, and the Pride of the fleet, the super-heavy battleship B-SUCC Monument. (B is the Battleship designation, and SUCC stands for Stickistani Universal Combat Command, the supreme imperial space navy. Though originally created to keep pirates and asteroid wranglers from becoming too prevalent, it has recently received a large funding boost, and have become a forced to be reckoned with, (Though not even close to being on par with Aaschen or the like)).

The president first noticed the looming Foreign Warship when a stray golf ball bounced off it's hull. "Colonel, is that one of ours?" "No, it's not, dumbass.", the Colonel responded. "Alert the SUCC, and go investigate, damnit."

At the Nearby SUCC airfield

The colonel boarded a personal aircraft, and took 20 of his best men to investigate the derelict warship. They're goal was to either contact whoever was in it and tell 'em to screw off, or to crashland it if it was empty so it could be turned into a city.

Colonel opened his Nokia and dialed Awi's number. "Awi, we've got a situation. Meet me at the SUCC airfield in 5 minutes."

It was the moon, airless, and beautiful all at once. So there was a pretty thing.... looked like she belonged on the moon or blended too well with her surroundings as she sunbathed, until unwanted shade blocked the sunlight. No it wasnt Terra. But something else entirely

Seeing the dead in space drifting hulk of a ship the spirit.... thingamajiggerwhatitiswithwheels simply stared a brief moment thinking "Spaceship" before her pucket vibrated madly, upon answering she heard the Stickistan Airlines pilot on the other end. She didnt even have to reply either. She simply nodded, yeah, she'd meet him there.

Something didnt feel right about the strange dead in space drifting hulk of a ship. It felt.... very wrong.