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Grove

An Azrican Capsuleer who runs a private business transporting military arms for the Coalition aboard her starship, the Gallante.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by DemiKara, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Anna Marie Adaire
Aliases: Lara Grove, Rachel Groveshkna (current)
Allegiance: Coalition
Rank: Civilian

Random Statistics
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 138lbs
Blood Type: O+
Physique: Muscular
Iris Color: Blue
Natural Hair Color: Brunette
Skin Color: Pale/Fair
Dominate Hand: Ambidextrous
Zodiac: Scorpio
Ethnicity/Breed: Azrican
Occupation: Capsuleer
Religion: No Preference

Capsuleer
Considering the theoretical and completely experimental nature of the Conductor system, another technology was required to provide an edge in terms of sustainability and survivability of test subjects. Without further procrsationation, the "Capsuleer" technology was introduced after the combination of Aschen and Coalition computers.

Created from a batch of clones and grown to the exact replication of the subject, cloning and successful synthesis of test subjects were created to supply the Conductor program with exact, precise subjects to provide testing and improvement to the system. When one subject would die in whatever accident occured during testing, a supercomputer rigged to a nearby sub-light frame would use an array of sensors including (but not limited to) thermal, gravimetric, electromagnetic, electronic, optical and neutronic sensors to take a "picture" of the subjects brain at the exact state before termination. Transfered through the sub-light array to a location in Yggradisil Fields, the picture will then be read by another supercomputer and then transfered through a nueral link into the unactivated clone. Following the transfer, nanomachines fifty times smaller than a single bacteria activated in specific pathways within the subject's brain reattach neural links and construct any unregistered pathways to recreate the existence of the brain to the exact moment of termination ... in another body.

Subjects are often Scatterran males exhibiting sufficient ability to interact with their environment and often pass the Counter Balance-administered RADOS Clearance Testing.

Weapons
Archetype; Sidearm / PDW
Designation; AP-50
Caliber; 9.5mm
Action; Electromagnetic Propulsion, Coil
Capacity; 15 round magazine
Manufacturer; Ackerman Technologies
Standard Price; 2,300 Cays


CC "Heimdall" Class Battlecruiser, The Gallante

Cost;
1.6 billion Cays (7.2b Military)

Operating and Piloting systems;
Mersaga-Tech OP-K

Sensors suites and Targeting systems;
Kavlov-Model 7Y9 Spectro-Sensor Array

Scatterran Tech Osrico Targeting System

F-L-1-R Hellen Operational AI

Dimensions;
Length; 518 meters (520m Military)
Beam; 46.2 meters
Displacement; 37,600 tonnes
Propulsion;
x4 Mark 14 SHAMROCK4 Slipspace Particle Engines
x6 Mottingham CL Mark 20-E Nuclear Turbines
x8 Daimler AG-10 MPD Drives

Complement;
1 Pilot (capsuleer)
20 - 40 crew

Armament;
X2 32 inch (812.8mm) EMRC
X2 26.6 inch (674.6mm) EMRC
X4 20 inch (508mm) EMRC
X10 CERBERUS Kinetic-Strike Missile Banks
X20 LONGBOW Multi-Purpose Missile Banks

Drone & Single Ship Complement;
x10 Convector II Heavy Combat Drones
X10 C92 HIKER Attack Drones
x1 M88 Aruka

Defenses;
x120 Kinetic Interdiction Modules
x50 Alternating Energy Projectors
x50 Directed Particle Defense Nodes
x50 Medium Output EM Mag-Field Plates
x40 High Output EM Mag-Field Plates
x8 Type Ten Nano-Forge Alchemy Cores

So begins...

Grove's Story

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Terra. Sweet, sweet Terra. It was the first time that Lara had been on this side of the galaxy let alone this planet in particular. She'd only been planet-side for a few hours, having docked at the spaceport. Now it was time for discovery while the ship was repaired, restocked, and ready for the continuation of her mission.

Through thick goggles, the Azrican started up at the sign which made Gambit's Bar stand out from the other buildings near the plaza. "Oh hell why not pick up a local brew while the ship is being repaired," Lara said with a small shrug of her shoulder. Casually, the woman entered into the room, and tugged up her those thick lenses off of eyes to rest on her forehead.

"Well, not really a four star bar, but it'll do I guess. At least for now, anyway..." The Capsuleer stood at the bar upon arrival, and searched around for a bartender or someone. All that seemed to be here were patrons.

"Hey now, doesn't anyone work at this place, or is it all automated?"

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'Can I see some ID please', had caught Lara's attention and the woman perked a brow in curiosity. The Azrican didn't see any problem, it was obvious that Grace was old enough to drink by regulation standards. Then Lara caught the flash of an insignia. Aschen.

"Well hell's balls, seriously," Lara said while turning back around in her seat, "I guess no one does work here. I guess we can try this for now." Lara poked around on the touchscreen menu, trying to decipher what was going to be the most tasteful for her.

"Boss," came the call from the entrance of the room which made Lara sink in her seat. And just when she thought she was getting a break. Of course one of the crew had to find her here. A hand was raised and the Azrican gave it a wave, telling him to go away.

"B-But Boss!"
"I don't wanna hear it right now, I'm tryin' to read..."

The man just stood there and waited for her to change her mind which most likely would never happen.

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The man standing at the door was becoming more and more impatient even though only a minute has passed by. It was something important he had to tell her about the Gallante.

"Grove! I really need to tell yo-"
"Alright, alright, what it is, but you better make it quick or I might do something mean," Lara interrupted while spinning around in her chair to face him.

"The hull of the ship. There's a meteorite breech in it-"
"-then run diagnostics and found out where it is, Bragg."
"That's just it though, we have and it can't pinpoint where the hole is..."
"Well isn't that just wonderful."

Lara rose from her seat grudgingly and made way out the bar with her crew member in tow. He was lucky it was important because the look on Lara's face. She wasn't too happy to be interrupted in her down time.

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There was a rather girlie scream just outside the door of Gambit's, along with a fierce slap that may or may not have been heard by the majority of patrons who were close enough. And once more, Lara came back into the bar after firing one of her more stupid laborers.

She resumed her seat, and continued looking through the menu, minding her own business while still remaining aware of her surroundings.

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Grove took a chance and ordered a locally brewed beer from the holo-menu. Arrival estimated in five minutes. "Alright, I can deal with that I guess. Still this place kind of sucks," Lara mumbled to herself while remaining ignorant to the whole crime mystery thing going on. They could at least get a room to talk about such private things. Might as well announce it through the news system if they were gonna talk about it in a bar.

Resting her chin on her knuckles, the bored Azrican scanned the room in search of possible company. Her interest was piqued when she was a man with a deck of cards. A smile touched her lips slightly.

"Hey now, I haven't seen a good deck of cards in a long while. What're you playin' over there, eh," she called out to Lee Devlin. Hopefully he did a bit of gambling, because Lara would take him up on the offer. If you had cays to blow, you had a little fun in your life.

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Grove had this odd little twinkle in her eye. It was like a challenge had been accepted, but not one to teach him a new game, but to beat him at his own. "Well, what if I said that I had a few extra cays that I could throw down on a game, or two." Lara got paid in hundreds of millions of cays, but she'd never let anyone know just how much she really had.

"I'll even throw in some drinks just for a bit of company. I don't have much to do otherwise," she added afterward.

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Three men entered the bar before a woman followed behind them. They had the look of working men about them, and ones that did it too often. Two of the men headed straight for the bar, obviously not concerned with the Oriyaks or the Taiyou woman. But the UCON woman, or at least one that was affiliated with them paused for a moment and seemed a bit more cautious then she was at first.

"Drinks on you, boss," the man next to her had joked, only to earn a sour glance from Grove. She never paid for anything unless it was for business. "You're out of your mind. Now go away and mingle or something," she commented while heading to the opposite side of the bar from the Oriyaks.

"Hey check out that one, she's pretty hot, am I right," one of Grove's men had said almost in a whisper but not quite to another. "Yeah, she is. Go talk to her." The two men continued to urge each other to speak to the Taiyou woman, but never followed through with the suggestion.

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Grove scanned through the touchscreen menu without even looking at what she had ordered. The Capsuleer's eyes were focused more so on the others across the bar; more specifically the Oriyaks. They certainly didn't look like UCON to her and Grove was no fool. However, her attention was interrupted by two of her men starting to scuffle. A nudge had turned into a shove, and foolery had turned into anger. A brawl was about to break out between her employees.

"Oh fuckin' shit. Really?" Grove slammed her palms down on the counter and rose up quickly. "Sit the fuck down you idiots!" The fight ended abruptly but not before a punch was thrown into a jaw. A groan was heard along with the words, "He started the shit, boss. I told him that she was Taiyou so we can't touch her. It isn't my fau-" Grove just started death at him while the other picked himself up off the floor.

"I guess I'll deal with this... again," the more mature man of the group said before removing the two idiots from Grove's sight before she shot them.

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Grove sat back down and picked up the... cosmopolitan that was placed before her. Oh lovely. Just what she wanted. A cosmo. "You know... I can hear you. Might as well come over here and ask me what you want to know instead of whispering back and forth between each other," Grove stated blandly while picking up her Cosmopolitan to swig its contents down. Fruity. Disgusting. That is what she got for not paying attention.

"But," she continued on while watching the drunken Taiyou woman," I can save you some time and tell you that I don't have an escort outside and that I'm just a normal civvie. You don't have anything to worry about, but hey, you aren't that smart anyway to notice." Grove's tone was a bit condescending, but unknown to everyone in the room aside from her crew, she was always that way when not in a good mood. It left the question of when was Grove ever in a good mood? More often than people thought, actually. Most couldn't get through her sour shell to get to know the woman, that's all.

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Grove sat back in her seat, lounging in it far too luxuriously. A small smirk tilted up the edges of her lips. "Perhaps you are not as dumb as I originally thought. At least you could point out what I am. It seems that you hold a bit of resentment of that fact though. Hatred, even. How... adorable," Grove pressed with a roll of her eyes. She had heard this argument countless times; how she and her kind defied the very laws of nature.

To be able to die, but be reborn in another body ... it was truly blasphemous, yes, but a beautiful and irreplaceable advancement in technology.

"It won't be too long though... you'll see more and more people taking up the offer of living a very long life. And one day, all of them. But not you, hm? You'd rather die than succumb to what I am, am I right, Oriyak?" Grove just sat there, continuing to smile at the others, mocking them all.

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Grove cleared her throat and sat back up in her seat. The mocking had completely disappeared as soon as she saw that look of utter hatred. "Tell me... if I may ask a question in a most civilized manner," Grove started out," Have you ever known a Capsuleer? Have you ever given one a chance and actually gotten to know them? Or do you let your beliefs blind you from reality, from the people around you and the possible bonds or allegiances to be made." The Capsuleer already knew the answer though. Such a man as he, along with his heritage, would never have given the time of day to someone like her.

"You've no idea who I am, and base me off of what you believe about the Azricans. You've no idea of my loyalty or where it stands. You know nothing and will remain that way until you face the challenge of learning about something that you loathe."

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Grove looked down at the touchscreen menu with boredom. This really was a shitty place to come have a drink, but there were no other bars that Grove had found out about. "Just once I wou- hm..." A thought struck the woman and she turned her gaze back on the Oriyak. "Oh believe you me, I've faced my own challenges and trails and whatever else you want to call them. I'm not so, detailed in conversation like you are. Actually, I prefer my privacy." There was no need for her to divulge her past to this man. She owed him nothing.

"Do you like to gamble, Oriyak," Grove asked him casually. "Oh and don't mind the strange topic. It's relevant in some fashion, I promise or take my life right now and send me to the Constructs." Removing herself from her seat, Grove approached the man almost carelessly. Surely he wouldn't outright attack her in a bar.

"I want to place a wager. A wager that says that you won't be able to stand to actually learn about me. To get to know me on a personal level. I will put one million cays down on that bet, and me being what I am, you know I make enough to cover that wager," the woman said with a bit of arrogance. She usually didn't like to flaunt her money around, but Grove had a bit of a gambling problem. Well not so much a problem as it was her pleasure to gamble.

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Grove said in response, "I think that if I offered enough cays to an Oriyak on a wager that he wouldn't be able to preform such a small and easy take, he would take it. It's really simple. All you have to do is sit and talk. Just as we are right now. Bring your hatred, your arguments, spit in my drinks... just get to know me." Lara was really pressing the man for this bargain. She knew that he'd lose and she'd win, taking her prize along with her to her next destination.

"But," she continued on while watching the Taiyou woman pass him foreign currency," if you don't have a need for money, I guess my time is wasted. I really don't know anyone that would pass up such an opportunity. One million cays... and I have nothing to do with it. I really would like you to take the offer though because, whether or not I like it, I could use a learning experience myself, hm?"

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Grove grinned. Oh how wrong he was. He would get to know her whether he liked it or not. That was the most interesting and intelligent conversation she'd had in a long time. And the Soviet provided something none of her crew could; a challenge.

"Well alright then, I won't say anything more on it tonight. But, when you're laying your sweet head down to sleep soon, think about what I said. Only I can offer such a unique experience that pays. And you're right, I don't act like them because I'm not one of those military dogs. Will I become like them one day? Perhaps, but that's just a chance I'll have to take as a reborn." Grove stood up, ready to leave herself and walked straight passed the taller men with a wink thrown to Kovodnik.

"We'll talk again soon. I promise you that," she said tapping the side of her head, letting him know that she had the access to find him. When she reached the door, Grove paused with her hand on the handle then turned to face the Oriyaks once more.

"Oh, and the name's Lara if you're wondering. A name always does go better with a face while you're fantasizing about me in your dreams. So long." And out the door the Capsuleer went with a laugh to gather her men and head back to the spaceport.

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Grove grinned with a bit of victory when her eyes landed on the Oriyak she had so casually spoken to the other night. Pushing up her goggles to hold her hair back from her face, Lara strolled leisurely to the bar counter. The Azrik looked over at the Oriyak from the corner of her eyes while ending up directly next to him. How long would it take to get a response from the man, she wondered silently. Lara also wondered if he'd be interested in the offer she had made him as well.

The fact that the Soviet had a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses made her arch a brow. Perhaps he was expecting some sort of company soon. No matter though, Lara would impose on his company if she had to do so.

Lara just stood there, a hand on her hip, and expecting him to say anything sometime soon.

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Grove was surprised at the turn of events. Open hospitality and not hostility. Was this perhaps because of the lack of his escorts? Well whatever his reasons, Lara chose to follow along for the time being. She looked down at the bottle, then to the shot glass, before leaning an elbow on the bar.

"Paying? I will be paying? I don't think so. I don't pay for anything unless... you're implying what I believe you are. Then I suspect that I shall be short a good amount of cays soon, if it is true," she said while filling the shot glass with her non-body supporting hand. A compromising position to take up, half leaning on the bar, but Lara was quick enough.

Her conversation was cut off slightly though when the smell of cinnamon filled the air. Oh great, that was going to give her a headache soon. Lara's distaste of the smell reflected easily on her face.

"So Oriyak, what'll it be, hm?"

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Grove watched the Oriyak closely while he spoke. Odd. No retort, no condescending statements. He just started to speak about his past. However, she did notice how the man did not drink from his vodka yet she was offered some. Suspicious grew at that observance. Should she drink, or wait for him to down his first shot beforehand?

In the end, Lara decided to be tact about her situation. "To watch," she asked the man curiously. The Azrik would just appear far too interested in the conversation than the booze when in all actuality, it was the booze she was wanting more than his sob story.

"I suppose that isn't too bad of a punishment for breaking something. I've heard worse stories about how people got abused by their parents. Awful things," Lara said while taking a barstool, and sitting down.

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Grove really was lost and becoming more lost as he continued to speak of his past. The only conclusion that Lara could come to was that he had accepted the bet, but there was no affirmation of this. Her finger tapped on the bar counter in frustration. As soon as the Oriyak's tale was finished, Lara frowned at the man.

"Alright, what's the deal. I don't get it. Just the other night you were ready to slit my throat wide open because I am a Capsuleer, and now you are sitting here with me, offering me a drink and conversation. Stop toying with me, Oriyak," Lara finished while narrowing her own eyes at him.

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Grove raised her eyebrows at the Oriyak's introduction. "Hadden. Strange name, but then again you're ... well you," she said a bit sourly. It was hard to be nice when he was... doing whatever it was that he was doing. "SSOR, huh?" Lara was actually falling into silence. Too much calculation was going into the situation at hand.

The woman picked up the shot glass, while observing the Oriyak then downed it in a single throw. A slight grimace was made from the burn, and her eyes wanted to tear slightly. Lara remain composed though as much as her bodily functions allowed. So much for being cautious about offered consumables.

"So I am taking this little get together here as a yes to my proposal," Lara said before setting down the shot glass and refilling it. She even motioned toward Hadden's. "You going to drink that, or what?" Hell, if she were going to be poisoned or killed, he'd be there right along with her.

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Grove grinned at her little- well actually, large companion. Oh this victory was going to be so sweet. There was no way an Oriyak would be able to actually, personally get to know a Capsuleer. Then again, cays were a great motivator for some. "You know," she started out with a small pause," Lara Grove isn't my given birth name. It's just a name that I've grown fond of over the years. If you knew my real name, you'd probably say something smart about it. But what is in a name, really. Each time I'm reborn I could just choose a different alias if I pleased."

Oh yes, let's touch on the Capsuleer and reincarnation technology again. He surely would throw a tantrum at the subject just as Kovodnik had on their first meeting. "But... Lara Grove, starship Capsuleer to the Heimdall class Gallante sounds rather nice, don't you think?"