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Kathryn Connors

IIA Agent recently promoted from InOps to the OID, Considered the Protege of Marlene Angel.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by barney_fife

Description

Ministry of Defense

Imperial Intelligence Agency
Office of Overt Intelligence

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Identity Particulars

Full Name: Kathryn Ellie Connors
Former Names: None
Aliases: K, Agent K
Date of Birth: Iulius 7th, 10a12
Place of Birth: Caprica City, Caprica

Sex: Female
Race: Aschen
Ethnicity: Caprican
Complexion: Fair
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 130
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blond

Scars, Marks, Piercings, and Tattoos: None

Contact Information


Connors during the Terran Conflict (File Photo)


Current Permanent Address: ████████████████████████████████Caprica, ███████
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Work Address: ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████
Former Permanent Addresses: ████████████████████████████, Caprica


Home Phone: ███████████████████
Mobile Phone: ███████████████████
Work Phone: 679-(443)-4228-24227
Email: k.connor@mod.lda.lg

Personal Profile:

Degrees Earned: Masters, Xeno Ethnic Studies
Educational Institutions Attended: University of Caprica
Occupation: LDA Field Agent, InOps Specialist, Mole
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Religion: Kobollian, Gemonite Traditionalist
Political affiliation: Conservative
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Languages spoken: English, Lingua Anquietas, Tauron
Citizenship: Aschen, Terran (Under the Alias Maribeth Gaul)
Smoking Habits: None
Alcohol Usage: Yes
Illegal Drug Usage: None
History of Significant Health Problems: None.
History of Mental Health Problems: None

Criminal History:

Arrests: None
Criminal Complaints: None.
Indictments: None
Detainers: None
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Family
Father: █████████ Connors
Mother: █████████ Connors
Siblings: ███████ Connors
Spouse: None
Children: None

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(Profile Format is copyright Ylanne S. 2010)

So begins...

Kathryn Connors's Story

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Character Portrait: The Imperial Guard Character Portrait: Winne Rineswurth Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Otto Hannig Character Portrait: the 54th Psian Jakals Character Portrait: Tempestor Prime Caylum
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"Sir! Hydra's have already been dispatched to our location as we speak. Only a few Aquila strongpoints have been constructed but by the end of the year reports indicate we shall have all defenses up and running. However industry reports have been steady so far, a few Manufactorum's have been constructed and vehicle construction and equipment has already begun. Shipments are being sent to Holy Terra monthly. There is no excuse for the slow progress done so far sir." The Imperial Officer answered. There was never any excuses no matter how small or how large. Even in a warzone they were expected to perform their duties in a timely manner.

Of course, as they were speaking more Imperial reinforcments arrived. Hydra anti-aircraft tanks rolled into position with many Chimera transports offloading soldiers and supplies along with a suitable force of Servitors and a few techpreists to oversee all means of construction in the area. "Of course, the orbital Battlefleet around the planet along with Orbital defense platforms have been positioned around the planet. We have to ensure our work on the ground is complete in his name sir."

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Character Portrait: The Imperial Guard Character Portrait: Winne Rineswurth Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Otto Hannig Character Portrait: the 54th Psian Jakals Character Portrait: Tempestor Prime Caylum
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An individual clad in black robe carrying a bundle of long metal staves walked in from behind a cordon. The Imperial guards stopped him, many of them recognizing these particular servitors of another that aligned itself to the Emperor, pressed a small id chit into the robe surface as if it were more clay than leather. Faceless at range as much as up close it floated four grey spark-eyes along its dusty face at the badge as they chatted with it. The cordon imperial guards then pointed at Otto.

The Jinhai moved quickly with its bundle of beacons making little noise as it glide-skipped to their known endpoint. The bundle had a teleport homer clearly dismantled into them seen at the top half. The opposing braced base of the staff beacons were composed of some technology very much not of the Imperium.

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Otto sighed inwardly as Jinhai had no sense of formal behavior. It set the beside Otto while there was a commissar on deck. He glanced at the bundle not sure what he expected to get when Gunnac said he was sending reinforcements from the Manufactorum prototype on Genesis.

"What are these things, Jinhai?", he whispered through his teeth at the creature.

"The prime ingress gate has been delayed. The Techmarine Gunnac has instructed for an alternate delivery method of your promised non-intelligent matter from the nexus point on Terra. Humankind that intercede with oncoming matter will be forcibly displaced.", It said with little movement of its dusty face.

He eyed the bundle of labeled beacons noting one label for a missle emplacement that ought to be damned building sized. Then he returned to attention as it wasn't the time to be dispensing it to tech priests. The Jinhai noted the humankind Otto had no further questions silently turned to walk away.

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Character Portrait: The Imperial Guard Character Portrait: Winne Rineswurth Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Otto Hannig Character Portrait: the 54th Psian Jakals Character Portrait: Tempestor Prime Caylum
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"Wing City is preparing for the worst, folks," Winne moved in close to the camera, her head obstructing the view as she and the crew re-positioned their shot. When she moved, screens across Terra would display a civilian woman with her hands in the air, a sharp increase in military presence surrounding, and lots of background hubub and construction.

"As you can see behind me, this is an occupied military operation. All civilians are expected to comply with regulation. Any trespassers will be detained and evaluated. Chaos and shadows are seemingly fixing to descend evil upon our fine city, Wing City, and it would appear the various presences, operations, and occupations have come together to defend their outposts: our home."

The camera stayed fixed on the civilian woman and the scions with weapons at the ready, which was at the moment the height of drama at the gate.

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Character Portrait: The Imperial Guard Character Portrait: Winne Rineswurth Character Portrait: Kathryn Connors Character Portrait: Otto Hannig Character Portrait: the 54th Psian Jakals Character Portrait: Tempestor Prime Caylum
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Kathryn didn't get on her knees, at least not in the immediate moment; she evaluated her situation before remembering her alias, she was an aschen photojournalist for the Ministry of Information, she had credentials and the Aschen had even managed to obtain a permit, to document the valiant efforts of the imperium.

She slowly reached into her jacket in a non threatening manner and pulled out three sets of paper. An Aschen passport, press credentials from the Ministry of Information, and the requisite permit.

At that moment she slowly got on her knees.

"The whole Galaxy is watching, I hope your commissar is a smart man." She replied.

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The Scion veterans stayed unmoving and Caylum stepped forward, these were his troops, the Lord Commissar, though equivalent in rank to a colonel or Brigadier, didn’t give orders to Scions, only to the guard, since they quite often needed the kick in the arse to get the job done.

Holding out his hand for the papers he looked them over once they were in hand, looking them over, Caylum raised an eyebrow. He turned slightly and looked to one of the veterans “Fetch Antarius” Caylum spoke with a tone that gave away his noble heritage but one that didn’t betray the fact he’s faced many a tough fight.

All Scions and Commissars were orphans from noble families, much like many of the sisters of battle, since both the Adepta Tempestus and the Adepta Sororitas (the sisters of battle.) trained from the day they are found and transferred to the schola progenium to be lethal and unforgiving in war. Further training being done when the Progena have passed through the Schola Progenium and sent off to one of the imperium's ordos. It is said that a scion’s skill with a firearm is equal to that of the fabled Adeptus astartes.

One of the Veterans lowered their weapon turned on their heel and marched back towards the Commissar who was still dishing out a verbal reprimand to the Imperial guard officer for some reason or another.

“And why are the civilian shelters not completed!, we can thank the Mechanicus for pulling their weight and setting up the void shield generators and emitters across the whole city already!” the Scion Vet cleared her throat to get Antarius’ attention, he glared at the officer and with a motion dismissed the man. “Yes Scion?” the Scion stood to attention and spoke “Caylum asked for your eyes.”

The two walked back and Antarius stepped next to Caylum almost snatching the paperwork from the Tempestor prime when Caylum handed the papers over, the Lord Commissar scrutinised the papers and his lips peeled back, a seething rage hidden below his composure it seems, though it was well known, the Commissars were as vicious to their own as their enemies.

And then Antarius calmly spoke. “everything seems in order, except for the permit” the Commissar looked it over back and front.“this permit is forged and it is not of parchment used by the Administratum, not only that it does not bare a given seal(wax seal) by a Masor scribe nor a seal from a Lord Commissar” he spoke this clearly and loud so all within the area could hear. “there isn’t even the words of the blessed Emperor upon this scrap of lies, Aschen you are to be detained and handed over to the Terran National government, isn’t that what your treaties dictate yes?”

One of the veterans stepped forward, producing a pair of bulky manacles and spoke “there are two ways this can go ma’am, where do you want it to go?”

At this moment in time, the zealotry nature of the Scions had made those on the roof and the rest of the command squad to be aiming hotshot Lasguns. Twelve hot shot lasguns, two hot shot volley guns (the LMG equivalent) and two plasma guns, and then the weapons of the command squad.

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"Sir, Civilian shelters currently in the city have been reinforced and refurbished. We are in the prepping stages for construction. It should be complete in a few months. As for supplies we have a steady amount to feed the troops and civilians so we have no fear of running low on rations." The Imperial Officer quickly replied until the Commissar was pulled away for the moment.

However after the Commisar declared the permit from a woman a fake forgery, and ordered her to be detained the local Guardsman did not stand by for long. Las-guns were aimed at the woman as Guardsman began to assist the Scions in surrounding the woman. Even if she used some sort of flashbang there were a few hundred Guardsman in the area. If she did manage to get out of the encirclement she would not live much longer after that.

The men simply stood in wait for the order to kill. If she tried anything they would open fire.

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Otto looked down at the bundle as the rest of the guard started moving to assist. Just the names on the top layer of the bundle meant he wasn't letting this package out of his sight. There was way too many resources for one single spot and he knew the Jinhai weren't too particular on what humankind called for assistance. He had a feeling the administratum really needed to get its hindquarters to minding Myrkul's servitors. The shotgun on his back unwreathed his shoulders shifting metal and barrel to look far more snakelike. The heavy shotgun could move itself around as he needed to carry the bundle.

Otto hefted the bundle of beacons packing over to the line of IG to set down the beacons beside the imperial officer. His gun slithering behind him Otto picked it up by the head as the animate weapon shifted inside his mind to turn back to a gun. Heavy assault shotgun raised the 'safety' turned off by way of a grinding growl from the weapon leveled at whatever threat the Commissar engaged with.

Otto set his mind to amputator shells as his ammo of choice that clicked into the weapon on their own. He decided better of it and the shells vanished into the weapon and stun shells took their place. Getting ammo samples wasn't hard and the weapon could hold a few patterns of them. Ammo counts raised in his mind as the weapon recieved matter from its own small teleport locus clicking them into its clip.

The setting changes from Wing City Eastern Gate to The Nillies

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As written by barney_fife and Blazezon

The moment Paûlos dropped the word "daughter" the entire atmosphere changed. The table of guests had been stoic until now, following Gennaro's lead, but the implications were too heavy. Concerned expressions spread like wildfire, and a few people - including Dianne began to whisper to one another. The table seemed split down the middle over whether this was an act of disrespect, or a calamity.

Just about then Paûlos wagged his finger, sending the hushed discussions into Italian, and more than a few subtle hands to their weapons.

The man to Gennaro's right made a slight move as if to stand, but froze when his boss raised a hand in protest. The Don's son was very interested in what he was hearing, if not a little insulted, and he intended to hear it through. As Paûlos continued to speak the table took the hint, and quieted down gradually.

This discomfort was universal, and clear.

When Paûlos finished, offering his bow, Gennaro let out a deep sigh. He reached into his jacket, and retrieved a cigar-case, his eyes never left Paûlos' face.

"Alright, alright." He said, a measure of exhaustion in his voice. "You don't have twist my arm so hard, guy."

A few people around the table chuckled sheepishly.

"At first, I won't lie," A practiced hand fished out a cigar, and within seconds the man to his left pulled out a lighter, and readied the flame. "You kinda pissed me off. Come in to my Grandmother's joint, up in to my private dining room, and you make threats?"

He tore the end off with a snear, and leaned towards his lackey's lighter.

"You Aschens, you aren't just outsiders, you're the enemy. This isn't Lan-gear-rah, this isn't your city."

A few people nodded, but most eyes were on Paûlos, begging for a read on him. Dianne was no exception.

"But two things have kept you breathing." He pulled back, taking a few quick drags to ensure it was lit. "One, Danny here likes you, clearly if she hung her ass out this far for you, and second," He took a long drag, mulling the smoke around for a moment.

"Second is that you got coglioni the size of a goddamn starship." He started to chuckle, pointing his cigar at the would-be Ha'la'tha. "Maybe not brains, but balls you, and your Gautrau have."

He gestured to one of his other guests, who promptly got up, and offered his seat to Paûlos.

"Sit the fuck down," said Gennaro, "tell me just what it is your man wants, and why the hell he didn't come himself."


Paûlos offered another somewhat respectful inclination of his head. "I am merely a messenger." He said, while the table made ther deliberation. Though when they began subtly reaching for their weapons, the hairs on Jame's neck stood on end slightly, sure he could take one, or two hits, but this many mobsters with this many guns would put him down pretty quick.

"That's the problem, you hold the people responsible for the actions of the Government, I no more represent the Aschen Military, than you do the Terran National Government." He said, approaching the table to take a seat.

His eyes watched the other mobsters in the room, and no doubt Connors was keeping close tabs on them as well, he subtly glanced around, wondering just where the IIA hit squad had been positioned.

"My Guatrau simply wishes to know, why the Police have refused to investigate this nightclub, and while he'd come himself, he is meeting with the Taiyou Yakuza on a faraway planet." James said while making himself comfortable in the chair, although not too comfortable.

"My Guatrau wishes to know what you, and your family are willing to divulge."

Though the room was still tense, the pressure began to give way to business. All around the table people began to relax, cigars, cigarettes, and joints were all brought out, while a quick gesture from Gennaro had the wine flowing in. Despite the severity of each person there, their crimes, and charges ranging from murder, to racketeering, and even a few failed Ricos, they were in fact family. It showed in the little things, the informalities, and barbed exchanges that dominated the quiet side conversations.

The poor "Ha'la'tha messenger" couldn't get a word in without a comment from the peanut gallery. The man in charge however hung on the outsider's every word, his scheming mind working over time.

When Paûlos mentioned the Taiyou he only grew more severe, but still allowed his new guest to finish, maintaining a polite expression.

"I see, I see.." Mumbled the mobster, pushing a hand through his slicked hair. "Now I can understand a man, having lost hus daughter, trying to figure out why, but." He nodded to each of them beside him, who rose, making for the doorway.

"What I just can't wrap my head around is why the Guatrau would send you here to me, and not to the Don." The two left without incident as their boss spoke, exitting in complete silence.

"Do you offer your disrespects intentionally?" Gennaro leaned forward a bit, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "Or are you just blind to manners?"

The tension was creeping back up, the background banter fading into whispers. Everything had gone to hell faster than eveb Dianne's paranoia had predicated. She broke her conversation with the woman next to her, a physical anxiety setting in.

As Gennaro watched patiently, attempting to make Paûlos sweat she broke, speaking up before Paûlos had the chance.

"That's on me, Gen." Dianne struggled to keep her voice stable. "Paûlos here came to me, asked me who to go to in the Nillies. I wasn't gunna feed him to your old man."

A few of the people left snickered, but Gennaro's eyes narrowed, darting between Dianne, and the Aschen. He spoke very slowly, and very softly. "Is that so, Paûlos? How did your Ha'la'tha know who to ask, or that the case what shutdown, in our Precinct?"

Dianne had to suppress the desire to scream, she knew it was trap. The Sirico family owned the majority of the Precinct now, and those from other outfits payed a hefty tax to get their own men in. Gennaro would know them all by name, and she sure hadn't ever heard of a Ha'la'tha mole. All she could do was shoot her partner a brief look, and pray he could pull it off.

James let out an exacerbated sigh, and steepled his fingers on the table, while slowly shaking his head.

The rollercoaster of deception went round and round, back and fourth, but the Mobster sitting across from the Aschen was a smart man, and James was a shit actor, he was running out of excuses and had to put everything out on the table.

He moved from his steepled fingers, to rubbing the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "Alright... why do you always have to do this the hard way? It doesn't matter if you're Ha'la'tha, or two bit criminals." He said, heaving an exacerbated sigh.

The tension was palatable, but James shot Dianne a look that said to trust him, and things were about to get hairy.

"I think your girl set me up, but it doesn't matter; you're going to tell me exactly what I want to know, I'm going to walk out of this restaurant, and we'll all profit from this. You can go to business as usual with whatever it is you disgusting scumbags do." James' tone went several octaves lower, and he rose to his full height at the table. "And I can get some justice for two dead Aschen."

James shifted slightly, his eyes were on every mobster in the room, looking for tactical positioning, he could take the closest one hostage the moment they reached for their guns, but he prayed that Gennaro had a sensible mind.

"Or we can consider the alternative; The IIA have this place surrounded, poised to kill everyone in cold blood the moment they hear a gunshot, my lifesigns go silent, or I give the codeword, and then you..." He said, pointing a finger at Gennaro. "Are going to be the only survivor, because those very same IIA Agents are going to have a nice chat with you, while you're sitting comfortably in the Aurora Chair. Local cops won't know what happened, Aschen weapons have been hitting the black market for years, and it'll look like a rival mob took you out."

His voice darkened, piercing eyes on Gennaro.

"Your move, Signore." He spat, still not revealing who he was exactly, but one thing was obvious, he wasn't bluffing.

For a solid ten seconds it was like someone had plunged the room into stasis. Not a single person moved, not even to breath, or blink. Every single eye was firmly fixed on Gennaro, and no one dared to even take a hit off a cigarette before he moved. That brief, frozen moment was the epitome of "the clam before the storm."

Gennaro slammed his hand down, his reserved face contorting. Three people jumped, Dianne included, and the woman beside her even drew a gun. It looked like a countdown to an internal incident, right up until Gennaro Sirico burst out in uproarious laughter.

"Ho-ly fuck Danny, Stegs was ri-ight!" Was all the mobster could choke out as he threw his head back, nearly smacking into the wall.

The rest of the family followed suit, all while shaking eachother's hands, and exchanging Terran Credit Slips. The lion's share of the betting proceeds funneled its way over to Dianne, who was exceedingly smug about it.

"Did I not tell you he was the biggest swinging dick they had?" She nudged the woman beside her, who begrudgingly forked over a slip for five grand.

"Yeah, but come on." Gennaro pushed himself out of the cramped chair, and strode towards James. "This guy?" He shrugged, and fished out another cigar, offering it to the man.

"While you're sitting comfortably in an Aurora Chair." The mobster did his best mock growl. "Is it just in the water back home, or what?"


McKenna was coiled up like a serpent ready to strike during the oppressive silence, ten long seconds that he would either live or die, and the IIA would come storming in with spice gas grenades, and disruptor bolts.

Then the most peculiar thing happened, the mobster started laughing? The obvious look of confusion dawned upon the CPF Detective's face, he looked towards Dianne briefly, as if seeking out some sort of reassurance.

He watched the money exchange hands, they knew? They knew he was an Aschen cop the whole time, the look of confusion turned to a look of slight anger, but it quickly vanished when the Mobster offered the man a cigar.

"What is the meaning of this?" James asked, confused.

"You guys knew?" He asked again, incredulous.

Dianne stood up, stuffing her ill-gotten gains into her jacket. She shook her head, and reached out to offer James a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"The second Stegs set foot out of the morgue I knew he'd be on the phone to Gen in ten seconds." She gave him a half-sincere smile. "I couldn't say anything in the Precinct though, and I couldn't risk you coming in here, uh, I dunno.." She looked to Gennaro.

"Waving his Aschen sense of inadequacy around with a rifle?"

"Something like that," She was interrupted by the drapes behind them being ripped open. An extremely aged looking woman in a chef's smock stood on the otherside.

"Okay," The small woman's voice was surprisingly deep, and had a tone of grim authority. "Food is ready, you gunna eat, or you gunna bullshit all night?"

The old woman directed a quick glare at Dianne. "Still too good for Christmas, huh, but you bring an Aschen?" She huffed. "Been a few years since one of them have been in here."

Dianne just shrugged, and gave James' shoulder a squeeze. "If it makes you feel better 'Paul' was a safeword."

Gennaro interrupted with a cough. "Please, CPF Investigator James McKenna, of the Caprica City...Something. Won't you join us, we have a mutual Captain problem I'd like to discuss."


McKenna was almost embarrassed, he didn't see this coming, but things seemed to be going well, for now anyway.

"Always got to hammer home the sense of inadequacy, don't you; I guess since all the cards are on the table... You can show yourself now." He said to no one in particular.

His eyes followed the older woman, as she brought the food to the table, and he opted to ease himself back down into the chair. "I hope you have room for one more..." McKenna said, and when Gennaro mentioned something about a mutual captain problem, a metallic buzz filled the room, and there was a faint outline behind McKenna, a faint outline that coalesced into the faceless visor of someone wearing a combat skin.

The figure was armed with a sleek, and compact Type 03 Disruptor PDW, which was slung lazily over their back, it seemed the figure in the combat suit had a better read on the situation than James, as she had been standing rather calmly for it seemed the entire time.

There was a hiss, and a click as the visor retracted, revealing the same woman in the video call from earlier.

"Sometimes you gotta roll a hard six, Mckenna. I think I fell asleep once or twice back there." The woman said, patting him on the back, and nodding to Dianne.

"Special Agent Kathryn Connors, IIA; I've got my squad watching out for any unwelcome guests, I understand we have a mutual problem that needs taking care of; good. My aurora chair was getting cold."

Dianne jumped as Connors fizzled in, Leugen was plenty high tech, and had more than enough magic laying around for invisibility to be common, but it always gave her a hard jump after the Gremlin case. She whirled about, hand flying to the grip of her pistol, like most people in the room did. Lucky for them all Connors' visor disengaged, leaving the Detective enough time to shout.

"Damnit!" She gave Connors a sideways look, her hands shooting up to signal the others. "She's alright, she's alright.."

The elder woman, clearly having had more than enough, moved far to quickly for someone almost a century old. Her hands shot to her face, and with the grace only a mother could muster she issued an ear-splitting whistle. Most of the room cringed, or held their ears.

"For fuck' s sake." Hissed Dianne, but the elderly chef ignored her.

"Talk with a plate in front of you." She barked, and servers cued by the noise started filing in.

The family did as their matron told them, everyone including Dianne shut up for just long enough to find a seat. The trays that were brought in didn't look like a whole lot. The dishes weren't arranged with visual appeal in mind, but the heavenly aroma wafting off of each drew attention. Chairs were pushed in, napkins were tucked, and wine was poured as quickly as possible.

Two extra chairs got drug in by the door guards, and set on either side of Dianne. Plates soon followed, and once everyone but the staff were seated the old woman nodded.

"Good," she huffed. "Now Gennie?" She pointed to the man at the head of the table.

"Yeah ma'?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Don't bother me no more tonight." She turned, and left without another word.

"Mothers, eh?" Gennaro just sighed, his eyes rolling as he grabbed his wine glass. "D here was right, James. That three-faced Russian fuck was burnin' my line up before you two showed up."

He took a large gulp, and shook his head. "Tellin' me 'The Aschen' this, 'Dianne' that.."

"Which," Dianne was more than comfortable interrupting him now. "Is bad, because what Stegs doesn't know is that I work here, so to speak." She made sure to take note of her new "partners'' expressions.

"Right." Grunted Gennaro, a sneer directed at his lackey. "He's getting too close, and outright told me I ought to put a bullet in both of you." He gave an awkward look to Connors. "Didn't mention you though."

"She's our way out, G." Dianne turned to face the IIA woman, her expression a bit more serious now. "You see..If I, or James more importantly to you, walks out of here alive..."

Gennaro chuckled "The whole thing goes face down in a river, you know?" He shoved a forkful of pasta into his face, then pointed the utensil at James. "And before you ask, you can investigate all you want, within reason." He stressed the final word.


Getting himself comfortable in front of the meal, while Connors didn't move to sit, rather she kept a stoic expression, and monitored the room from where she was standing, actively listening in on multiple cell phone frequencies; a woman in her position couldn't take chances with poisoned food, either.

"I think I have a solution to your Stegs problem, he more or less confessed to me, that he murdered two IIA Agents, and I have the footage to prove it, it wouldn't take much to get a warrant for his arrest from the Ministry of Law, his extradition to the Aschen Empire would prove more difficult, unless... perhaps maybe you know the right people, Mr. Sirico." McKenna said calmly, while taking a thoughtful bite of his own plate of pasta.

"His execution would be both brutal, and public; if found guilty, he would be hanged, drawn, and quartered on state television."

The CPF Detective took a thoughtful bite of his pasta, savoring the flavor, it wasn't bad and reminded him of several dishes back home in the Empire.

Connors merely nodded slightly. "I have more than enough assets in place to quickly, and quietly apprehend him, either way. I could probably stand to gain some intel by interrogation." She said, pondering.

McKenna was thoroughly enjoying the food, however, downing another bite, followed by a gulp of wine, he continued.

"The Aschen Government has little care what you do, on the contrary, any actions that disrupt the local governments of this planet are seen as beneficial to our interests, My sole interest is investigating the deaths of two Aschen, so long as your folks aren't involved, I think my investigation should be plenty within reason. In fact; I wonder what the Aurora Chair could squeeze out of the captain..." He trailed off.

'Jesus Christ," Gennaro ran a gnarled hand through his slick black hair, taking the suggestion with a healthy dose of wine. "You fuckers are a bloodthirsty lot, huh? I can almost appreciate that."

'With all do respect," A low, rumbling voice broke its silence.

Two to the left if Gennaro rose a man in an expensive black suit. He stood much taller than the average human, at least 7'1", and his skin had a pale green hue that matched his tie. Most strartling though were his deep, ruby red eyes, and the tiny horn like protrusions that substituted for eyebrows. Those more familiar with the more exotic races of Terra would easily recognize an Arsgoth Orc when they saw one.

"But I must ask why you would ask kharahg to handle business that is ours." Though he spoke very formally his accent was a touch guttural, and brought with it a certain menace.

"Because!" Gennaro snapped, his head whirling around to face the Orc. "This is my business, my family that's in danger."

"Oh really?" Another voice joined the fray. This one was soft, feminine, and displayed obvious signs of vocal coaching to maintain its rather sultry tone.

Gennaro glared at it's owner, the woman Dianne had been speaking to before. She was lithe, scrawny even, with extremely long blonde hair, and had the sort of self impressed look one might expect from a movie star.

"You got something to say?" Asked a very agitated Gen.

"Me? Never." The woman brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, and offered the man a smile, it was an obvious sign of false sincerity, and glibness. "But our father just may."

A round of "Oooohhh"s went around the table, with Dianne laughing in earnest.

"How about we play 'who daddy loves most' later, and keep me alive for now, hm?" She nudged Connors' leg subtly with her phone. The screen wasn't visible above the table, but a Memo file was up on the screen.

"That's -a name-, Gennaro's sister, and the owner of The Crest. She's who you two need to convince."

James continued to eat his food, paying little attention to the bickering that started to erupt around the table, however even though James was preconcieved with eating his food, Connors was paying close attention to what was going on.

Her green eyes moved over to follow the movements of the Orc as he stood up, she didn't regard him or his outburst as threatening, as to them, she was nearly invincible in her suit.

Her eyes moved down briefly to the phone, the name of Gennaro's sister moved to the forefront of her mind, and she used the suit's systems to access what dossiers the IIA could get ahold of, she would have to speak with Birkhoff later to hack into the VLPD database and get some more information.

The look of conviction briefly flashed on Connor's face, she decided that this woman would need to be interrogated, and any leads explored.

"I believe this is going to turn into an IIA Investigation, McKenna." Connors said flatly.

She looked back up to Gennaro, and the rest of the people gathered around at the table.

"The Empire will thank you for your cooperation; and you will be rewarded." Connors said firmly.

The setting changes from The Nillies to Caprica City

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IIA Headquarters, Bifrost Hub

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, check your gear; we’re gonna ‘frost right into the heart of the maw.” Marlene said as she checked her disruptor PDW, the fast firing, subcompact type 03 that she seemed to favor, then she checked the straps holding the armored plates of her combat skin in place.

“Intel reports there’ll be civies and possible military, since Admiral Montrose failed to secure the amulet, it’s up to us to enter the door and secure whatever’s on the other side.” Marlene added, her eyes moving over to Connors, as she too began to check her gear.

“We face any resistance, we’re going to neutralize them before proceeding, but I’d like to not draw any more resistance than necessary.” Marlene added.

The Aschen team were going to be equipped with the latest in Imperial arsenal, a specialized anti-magic loadout, consisting of antimana grenades, mobile magical suppression field units, and a new experiemental magical disruptor affixed under the barrels of their own disruptor weapons.

Each team member was also outfitted in a modified T-65 combat skin, with anti-magic calibrated shield generators integrated into their suits.

A few moments went by, and Michael laid down a case containing fragmentation grenades, then he moved to pass them out to the rest of the team.

Once everyone was strapped in, and geared up, Marlene offered a nod and the technicians nodded back.

The loudspeaker blared next. “Outgoing Bifrost initializing.”

With a surge of energy, a brilliant multicolored portal of light shimmered into existence inside a ring shaped apparatus of magnetic coils, and superconducting filaments.

Marlene made a quick hand signal, and everyone in her team brought their weapons up.

“Let’s roll!” Marlene called out, moving towards the portal with her team in tow.

The setting changes from Caprica City to The Impervious Door

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In the skies above the collenham mountains, a ripple of thunder echoed through the mountains.

Then, through the clearing above the chamber where the Impervious door sat, a flash of multicolored light filled the room with brilliant rainbow colors, followed by an even louder thunderclap.

The flash culminated to a vortex, which flashed brilliantly, a figure in sleek, all black armor emerged, it’s face completely obscured by a glossy black helmet and visor. What betrayed the figure’s identity, was the sleek, compact disruptor PDW that was held in the low ready position while the figure moved forward, energy shields rippling a faint shimmering blue across the figure’s armor.

Another flash, and a second figure emerged, it’s PDW too held in the low ready position, it took position immediately to the left of the first figure, and then crouched on one knee.

A third flash, revealing a third figure, this one sported a full sized Type 53 disruptor rifle, modified with some sort of emitter attatched to the underside of it’s barrel, an emitter that, to the magically sensitive would seem unsettling, emanating anti-magical energies that while not outright suppressing or anti-magical, a keen sense could impart that this particular weapon dealt enhanced damage to magical entities.

This figure moved immediately right, taking position near some stone outcroppings.

A fourth flash followed, a fourth figure in the same armor, sporting a subcomact MC-3 PDW, a newer Aschen styled weapon that fired magnetically accelerated projectiles, they took up position near the first two figures, moving to a crouched one knee position, weapon held at low ready.

A fifth and final flash revealed yet another sleek black armored figure, but this one seemed different, their figure obscured by a large jacket, which obscured two disruptor pistols holstered at their hips.

On close inspection, every one of these individuals sported all sorts of equipment, affixed to nylon, and kydex fasteners to their kanvium armor, from antimana grenades, to rucksacks strapped to their backs, every one of them looked like they were ready for a serious fight.

EVE’s voice chimed in Anquietas in the first figure’s ear.

“All assets in position, use extreme caution, one entity has been detected to have energy signatures matching that of an entity Classis I engaged in the Opsian’lik system.”

The lead figure sent a mental acknowledgement, before turning towards Irral.

It watched somewhat impatiently as he set the stone.

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As the stone was set in place, Irral froze, letting the Emerald set itself as he turned his head towards Blackheart and his Servitors, and then further to observe the Aschen as they made their appearance. As the stone was set, Irral's Lance slide from its sheath to his hand. "Lower your weapons or perish. I will not ask again." He growled. His voice boomed and shook the ground, but he made no other movements.

This over-confident Pirate who insisted upon insulting him was getting on the Dragon's nerves to say the least. Who did he think he was? Speaking to a Dragon so casually? What in the name of the Light had this human's head so far up his own ass? Why did the Aschen likewise think they could contend with a Dragon? The metal of his gauntlet and lance groaned under his grip. By now his wounds from fighting the Aschen Fleet had mostly healed, and his damaged bones were being coated in calcium; hardening as the nerves likewise mended themselves, though with higher pain thresholds.

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The pendant flashed bright green as Irral inserted it into it's place in the floor. The second eye of the Impervious Door flashed, projecting a second green beam into the eye on the ground. Like the first, the green beam of light was sent from door to eye, the Emerald Eye Pendant refracting the light skyward. The beam of light grew in strength and brightness, comparable almost to a quasar, as it shot straight through the hole in the ceiling and made contact with Sol high above.

A deafening silence blanketed the room. It was as if someone had turned off the sound.
The Impervious Door spoke again, the eyes in the door projecting beams into the eyes in the ground, which then projected beams into Sol high and far above.

"AWAKENED IS THE DOOR"


It wasn't a trick of the eyes, though to most who noticed it would seem to be so, but for a brief moment Sol dimmed. It brightened again, almost immediately, and as it did it presented another beam. A third beam of pure light, which seemed to be all colors at once as well as none of them at all, shot from Sol into the cavern.

The beam of light came to rest on the mouth of The Impervious Door. In the pure light of Sol, the mouth of the door looked to be alive. This time it was definitely no trick of the light-the door's mouth was moving, slowly, opening, slowly. A great hum emanated from the opening mouth, a strong gust of air whooshing in to the mouth as if by force. As the lower lip of the door descended, the great green beams from eye to eye faded, followed by the great green beams from the eyes in the floor to Sol.

The ground shook as the door's lower lip completed it's descent. It's mouth was left gaping open, revealing a long, dark passage. At first, the entrance was illuminated, revealing smooth stone and expert craftsmanship. A second later, the great beam of disappeared down the throat of the door, the door swallowing it whole.

There stood open the Impervious Door, mouth gaping, eyes glowing.

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A flaming portal opened as the door spoke and stepping out of it was a woman with glowing tattoos. She blinked looking at the crowd gathered around the door.

"Well what in the Nine Hells? I seem to be late to a party here..."

Selena looked around at the odd group and at the door suddenly wishing her portal hadn't just closed behind her. "So um who wants to tell me what is going on here?"

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Things suddenly started happening all too fast for Havasikaji to follow. As the very helpful man was about to put the eye in, a bunch of soldiers suddenly appeared with weapons and trained their guns on them. Then there was a bunch of light and the door stood open.
Havasikaji looked at the odd group around her; soldiers, dragons, wizards, strange synthetic creatures, pirates, vampires, snow creatures and now some magical woman. This last one asked what was going on, and to her Havasikaji replied, "Honestly, lady? I don't even know anymore."
She did, however, assume a combative stance against the soldiers. Flames grew and licked along her forearms and hands until it looked like blades made of fire had been grafted to her arms.

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"Woah there, people."

An older man suddenly appeared, walking directly and deliberately in the crossfire of all the weapons that were being pointed, seemingly without a care in the world of the consequences. He almost seemed to appear out of thin air, but a few careful observers would've notice him walk up just before the door opened.

The man looked to be about forty or fifty, with jet black hair tied into a messy ponytail behind him, a shaggy beard that barely seemed trimmed, calm black eyes that seemed to settle like dust, and a casual grin with a piece of straw hanging out of it. He wore a faded blue kimono and a ragged white belt tied around his waist. He wore leather gauntlets, gray pants, and soft gray shoes. The only threatening devices he seemed to carry on him was a Yumi Bow and some kind of sword sheathed on his waist, though neither was drawn. His hands were behind his back, palms open, and he turned to face all combatants, which made sure everyone could see that he had no kind of attack planned.

"You all may be jumping too quick," he stated simply, "You all see enemies, but I see many allies to be made here. Now I came to see what this green light was about, probably like many, if not all of you, have done. We all come seeking the same goal. That make us allies, right?"

He turned towards the door, a calm and steady gaze made enlightened by the green hue the door was letting off.

"My name is Akio. I'm a wanderer by trade," he continued, "And where I want to wander is through that door, preferably with more friends than enemies. You all should do the same."

And before anyone could ask him anything, before anything could be done, Akio the Wanderer casually walked towards the door...and went through it, disappearing behind the green veil that cast it's inviting shadow to the rest of them.

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“Allies,” Casren reiterated, watching Akio closely as he was the first to enter the door. No harm seemed to come of him, but Casren did notice something strange. His night vision didn’t seem to work as well down the hall, as it did in the room. He could still see better than any mortal.

“The Door has been opened!” Casren announced, maneuvering to the center of the crowd. He looked to Selena and Havasikaji, addressing them first, “It seems there’s something going on here that is bigger than all of us,” Casren then turned to Irral with a wink, “Perhaps even bigger than you!”

He then turned to address who seemed to be the leader of the Aschen unit, “Impressive entrance, and welcome back to the party! Shall we lower our weapons?” Casren looked pointedly to the Pirate, “Shall we investigate what lies behind this door?”

There was a distant series of booms- and then a min closer quake, come from outside the Mountain Fortress. For those native to snowy areas, it would be the obvious sound of an avalanche. Casren froze in place as the light from where they entered from faded fast.

“Ack!” Casren dove as a giant pile of snow poured in through the open hole, narrowly missing him. The snow kept coming as the avalanche proceeded, forming a solid column of ice and snow, clogging the ceiling hole and officially trapping everyone inside.

Casren let out a chuckle, gave the room a bow, and turned his back on the rest. He passed under the green glow and began to walk after Akio down the hall.

As he progressed, he noticed his supernatural abilities were most certainly muted. Not altogether gone, but he was no longer at his full power. This worried Casren- but was no deterrent. He remembered his cell phone and took it out to provide light, only to find it completely inoperational. As was his watch, he noticed. Technology seemed to no longer work past the threshold of the door- and he wanted to take pictures! A pity.

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Aoi felt a little sad, not much because he worked as an assassin often times, or a thief, or such things like that, but still a bit sad on this specific occasion, that Casren did not notice him. However, he shoved those feelings of neglect and disheartedness to focus on the job at hand....at least, he was trying to...but then they arrived.

There were five of them.

They came in on rainbow lights.

They had martial arts and advanced tech.

The moment he saw them, he could not help but calling out despite worrying about the possible dangers....

"IS this...is this the Aschen Power Rangers?!"

He said it. After that, he looked over at the pirate and the Dragon.

"Uhh, guys....the Aschen Power Rangers are here...so instead of turning this into a big huge fight, we should probably enter the dungeon and start the...the...the..."

And then, again reacting to the litteral vortex of events that occured, he turned towards the one who introduced himself as Akio.

"Wait wait, Akio?! Your not...no, no. Just the same name, you two dont look the same at all. Sorry about that, its just, the last time I met someone named Akio...well, lets just say he was a very curious vampire scientist....who likes to experiment on people...yeaah, lets just go into the dungeon".

And with that, before he got caught up in the craziness, he followed Casren into the dungeon while pouting a little.

"You know, you totally forgot to talk to me at all....uhg..."

But when he entered the dampening field, Aoi threw up almost instantly. All of Aoi's "supernatural" abilities were actually abilities that were produced from his own body. It meant each time he used them, there would be recoil, even if it was small and managable, but the way this acted it felt like it was trying to worm his way into his body to dampen him, and caused him to throw up on the process in this hallway.

Hopefully people watched where they stepped, or they would be stepping in vomit.

Notably, his advanced technology also seemed to disable, but not his headphones. Of course, his headphones were made of special material even harder then the door of the Dungeon, which was Impervious, and enchanted several times over, due to the fact they were necessary for him to function normally.

In fact, if normal people wore these headphones, they would be totally incapable of hearing any sounds including the ones they made themselves, but Aoi had been wearing them and participating in normal conversations, even talking to people far away from him.

Thankfully, his supernatural hearing seemed relatively unaffected...if that got dampened, he would have likely passed out and been unconscious for days.

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The Aschen team quietly held their position while the door opened up.

Visions flashed through Marlene's head as she stared at the gaping maw of the opened door.

"Our technology won't work past this door; we need to improvise." She said quietly to herself, while her eyes were affixed to the door.

"Change of plans, beyond that door, our weapons won't work, switch the suits to manual, and power them down. I'm going to make a quick errand." She said to the rest of her teammates.

They all nodded in unison, slowly lowering their weapons, and letting them hang loosely across their bodies.

One by one they removed their helmets, letting them fold back into the suits with an audible 'snick'

Three females, and two males made up the Aschen team, including Marlene Angel, an individual whom had quite the reputation.

Throwing a few strands of hair away from her face, Marlene dropped her Disruptor, and placed her hand on one of the many large boulders in the chamber.

Undeterred even by the avalanche, a portal shimmered into existence against the Stone. The portal was a clear image of some kind of military lockup, but everything was in Taiyou.

Marlene moved first, stepping through the portal, she grabbed five Seburo Type 64 rifles from the rack, and began passing them out to her team. Each one of them took their rifle with a nod, while Marlene stepped back through the portal, returning with an ammo container in one hand, and a magazine container in another, along with load bearing vests in Olive drab slung over her back.

She passed out simple halogen flashlights powered by alkaline batteries, and attachments for the weapons.

"Let's do this, I'll take point. Connors, on me, Jacque, Duram, cover our six, Solis, watch the flanks."

Moving into a bounding overwatch formation, Marlene advanced first into the door, as her portal closed.

The rest of her team followed closely with flashlights illuminating the hallway.

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Havasikaji warily lowered her weapons as Akio confronted them all. Then as they all started moving through the door, Havasikaji readied herself to dash through the door, when there was a sudden avalanche that blocked off all the exits. "Whoa!" she cried, and immediately a cone of flame darted up from her hands to engulf and melt an ice boulder that would of crushed her. All that fell on her was a bunch of cool mist that helped to freshen her. "That was close," she said in her thick accent. "Now let's go!"
Right as she was about to go through, she noticed something strange. A man in a dark blue hoodie was walking towards the gate. He walked at a calm but steady pace, right towards the door. He did not speak to the others, but he just passed through. He hadn't been there before.
Havasikaji frowned. "Hey! Hey, you in the hood!" she shouted, but the man ignored her and kept walking. She scowled, but then thought about the semi-mysterious manner the others had entered. Thus, she shrugged it off and continued on her way through the Impervious Door.
Immediately she could feel her magic begin to weaken. She shivered. She felt cold with the heat of her demonic powers dampened. She saw the others weren't faring well either. The blue-haired kid threw up. Everyone's technology had oddly stopped working, though this did not affect Havasikaji as she had come from a third-world country. Even so, the others were definitely downtrodden; the vampire seemed upset he couldn't take any pictures, and the soldiers had to go back and get new guns that would work. The man in the hoodie was barely affected at all; as he entered, he stumbled a tiny bit, but then continued on in his brisk but calm pace. What's his deal? she wondered. But she just ignored him and instead went over to the kid who puked and asked, "Hey, are you alright?"

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"Hold on. These guys are Aschen?" A mostly featureless face twisted itself into an expression vaguely resembling anger. "One of these days, I swear, you'll pay your tab...but first, the business of this door."

Upon hitting the threshold, he cried out. "Agh! W-what? Some kind of magic...it's interfering with my ability to sustain this form. I can fight it off, but it'll drain my stamina. We have to move quickly." As if fighting against some sort of invisible tide, the Snow Warrior soldiered on into the breach, following the team of off-world talent.