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Leon Theodoris

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

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The Wing City Police Department, dedicated to protect and serve. One of the most formidable law enforcement agencies on the planet, considering the near limitless potential crime for a city on the crossroads of worlds.
The crew of the transport/smuggling ship, The Rabbit
Registered citizen of the Terran National Government

So begins...

Leon Theodoris's Story

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Loud shouts and jeers carried through the outskirts of the rugged and lawless settlement on the surface of Blackrock. Brawls and scraps in the streets weren't entirely uncommon on the backwater moon, but there was an added weight of cruelty and menace today coupled with the occasional bout of laughter.

"What is it?" someone asked.

"Beats the shit out of me," a sneering man named Kane replied. "We found it adrift just outside of Ang'und."

Kane was well known around these parts for piracy, smuggling, and worse. His cargo of choice was the illegal trafficking of kidnapped women and children for prostitution and other manners of slave labor to the outer planets beyond of the scrutiny of the law.

"D'yah think it came from Sol?" another asked.

"It sure as hell is ugly enough to be," someone else remarked.

"How did it get out here?"

“Do you think there’s more of them out there?”

"How am I supposed to know?" Kane retorted with a snort. "There hasn't been anyone from Sol in these parts for longer'n I've been alive."

The target of the men's conversation was a Wolven, a creature native to the Sol system, and to the planet Terra in particular. The heavily furred humanoid was sprawled in the dusty street with its hands bound by a thick length of twine. Its features were unmistakably wolfish in nature with an elongated snout, canine ears and furred tail. It was clothed in a uniform of some nature foreign to the natives, and an empty pistol holster was strapped to its thigh. The lupine being shook its head and tried to rise, only for Kane to drive a boot into the side of its head to send it sprawling back into the dirt once more.

"Hey mutt, where did you come from?" one of the jeering men asked.

When no reply came Kane kicked the captive over onto his back and pressed a foot to his chest. He leaned down with a sneer. "Hey, he's talking to you."

"Maybe it's too dumb to talk," someone suggested. "It looks like a fucking dog.”

"I could use a guard dog. I'll give you thirty-five drachmali for it," a spectator offered.

"Buy a dog. That things pelt will sell for more than it's worth alive. I'll give you forty for it," another called out.

Soon shouts and offers of coin were being thrown about as the scene grew all the more heated.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris

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If there were two things that Vincent May-Rose’s ears were finely tuned towards, it was the sound of offers being made for a sale and shouts of anger. If asked about the way his head whipped around to take in the crowd, he’d insist that it was part of his business - nay, his duty - to know when something was worth buying, and had tempers flaring.

After all. If it was worth selling, it sure as hell was worth stealing.

Rubbing a rapidly forming bruise on his jaw absently, the smuggler buried his free hand into his coat pocket, skirting the edges of the circle to see what all the hullabaloo was about. It took him four seconds to see the figure, bound and wolflike, in the middle of the thrashing and shouting mob. Disgust curled in his belly, equaled with a rising annoyance.

Playing the hero did not do well for his reputation.

Sighing, he glanced at the man to his right, shouting his own figures as loud as he could. The man’s hands were above his head, waving his coin rapidly. Vincent considered for a moment, then drew the man’s pistol clear of his holster and fired into the air.

The effect was not as well received as he had hoped. The din stopped for a moment as a few eyes landed on him, before immediately turning back to the lupine and doubling their efforts.

Frowning, Vincent turned the gun on it’s original owner, pointing at his thigh. He fired again.

The man cried out, falling backwards, and that time the crowd stopped their jeering now that a definite casualty was amongst them.

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves,” Vincent snarled, sliding the borrowed pistol into his belt, “tossing figures over a live being like this. Have you no sense of grace?”

Vincent had their attention now as all eyes were upon him. Kane though it would seem was unimpressed. He rested his arms on his knee as he pressed his weight down against the wolfen creatures chest.

"And who the fuck are you to tell me how to run my business?" Kane asked.

He didn't reach for the gun at his hip and arrogance was written all over his face. Several bodies were already moving hands for their guns, ready to draw if things went south. There were about four of Kane's men among the crowd and a brief glance was all it took to send one of them quietly maneuvering through the spectators to get around behind Vincent unnoticed.

Vincent let out a nasally laugh, stepping into the circle of men to stand over the lupine. “Well, for starters, these ingrates are giving you terrible figures. First of all, look at this coat!”

Vincent leaned downwards, gripped some of the lupine’s fur, and sunk his fingers into it. “Fine, silken, heavy. This one’s eaten well. Good muscle structure, too; at least, what we can see of his arms. But you’re doing it all wrong, sir!”

He gestured with wide palms. “You need to let the merchandise stand up. No slave buyer worth his spit would buy a damn dog breath without seeing the hind leg muscle. Are you new at this? First day on the job?”

Vincent glanced back towards a bystander, rolling his eyes. The man chuckled, nodding agreeably. Doubtful that he knew a word of what Vincent was saying, but some men loved to look smarter than others.

Whirling back to Kane, Vincent folded his arms. “Well,” he barked, “are you going to get the product on his feet or not?”

"And how many dolls have you smuggled on the black market lately?" Kane sneered.

The dig drew a few guffaws from the crowd as Kane stood up straight. The canid creature proved far less humored by the situation as it capitalized upon Kane's distraction with Vincent. Rolling to the side he knocked his weight into the back of Kane's legs.

"What the fu-" Kane began before the furred oddity had his hands around the holster strapped to Kane's leg.

The gun was pulled free with a tug and the bound captive scooted back in the dirt as the weapon whined to life in his hands. With his wrist bounds, he had an awkward one handed grip on the weapon that didn't lend for a great deal of accuracy, and the weapon wavered between Kane and Vincent.

Kane's hands were already easing up in a show of being unarmed.

"Hey now, no need for any of that. It was just business, eh?" he asked.

The slaver quirked a smirk as he took a seemingly wary step back to leave room for his men to open fire.

Vincent stepped back, too, keeping pace with Kane as the lupine had the pistol pointed between both of them. “I wouldn’t call it business,” Vincent continued, waiting for Kane’s eyes to flit to his, “because, as usual, you can’t a dog to fleas.”

With that, Vincent suddenly lunged, grabbing a fist full of Kane’s shirt and slamming his head into the other man’s nose. As Kane’s head rocketed backwards, Vincent drew his borrowed gun, leaping to tackle the Wolven as gunfire erupted around them.

Vincent felt a bullet ruffle his hair as he hit earth, men collapsing forwards as the bullets collided with other targets than those intended. The crowd, too, drew pistols and began to randomly fire into their own midst, pleased roars and cries of pain rising above the din.

The captive fired at Vincent, and a wave of heated air scorched past as the wayward shot missed its mark. The weapon appeared to be of no local make, and the streak of light struck a nearby building structure leaving the sheet metal scorched and blackened. The scent of burnt metal filled the street as Vincent's weight drew a grunt out of the captive before it could fire off a second shot.

“I had it under control!” Vincent shouted at the lupine, trying to pin the other humanoid to the ground, “For God’s sakes, don’t move.”

The Wolven's first instinct was to resist, but beaten and malnourished, and with its wrists bound, Vincent had the upper hand. It took a moment more before realization dawned upon it and it raised its bound hands up between them. The length of twine had been bound tight enough that the fur was stained red where it had bit into flesh.

"Get me loose," the canid creature growled.

Vincent’s response was to roll his eyes. “Well, you did just try to shoot me,” he said, pointedly, wrapping his arms around the lupine’s waist as a shot snapped home near their heads.

“Okay, do what you can to shift your weight; we’re going to roll.”

Without further fanfare, he hauled his weight to the side, rolling the two between scuffling boots and kicked up dust. Once they were clear of the melee, Vincent hopped to his feet and hauled up the lupine, pointing the pistol at the knot in the twine and staring at the Wolven’s eyes.

“Kay. Don’t shoot me.”

“Only if you don’t hurry,” the Wolven replied.

“I like your style,” the human fired back, then pulled the trigger, severing the rope. Following through with the motion, Vincent kept the pistol pointed between the lupine’s legs, at a very important piece of anatomy.

“We good?”

The Wolven rubbed at his wrists as he tried to work the circulation back into them while surveying the situation. The gunfight in the street was scattering as participants sought cover in the nearby buildings, and behind whatever bits of scrap and junk they could find.

"We're good," he replied. "Where are we?" he added trying to get his bearings.

Vincent smiled, tapping his nose. “Not far from my ship. You look like a man who could use a lift.”

He turned and began jogging down the dusty streets as the gunfight behind them increased in pace, bystanders joining into the fray. “Once we outrun those guys, we should be clear from any further distraction-”

“ROSE!” came a bellow from down the street. Vincent’s smile died as he glanced towards the sound to behold Ryan and several other thug-like people from the bar tussle, advancing towards him steadily.

“...Or we run,” Vincent shot at his new companion, and exploded into a sprint, his pursuers increasing their pace to match.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris

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Amidst the gunfire, the Wolven and Vincent ran, ducking under obstacles, darting through alleyways, lending all manner of cunning and endurance to shake their pursuers. It was readily apparent, however, that an escape was not easy in coming.

Vincent dug into a pouch at his waist, pulling a flat disc free of the leather confines. Pressing a button, he was rewarded with a static hiss as the communication device connected to the Rabbit.

“Vanora! Get the engines hot; I may or may not have pissed off a large amount of mean-spirited folk with enthusiastic aim.”

“Is it Monday already?” came Vanora’s response over the crackling comm device.

A brick wall exploded when a round smashed into it, forcing Vincent to stumble and curse. “You know, I’d really love to hear you snark at me some more, but people are kind of actively trying to take my life.”

"Understood, sir," came her response. "Engines are starting up, we'll be ready to fly in... three minutes." There was a brief pause. "Captain?"

“Yes, Vanora?” he hollered back over the gunfire and the muffled grunts as he slid to run hard down an alleyway.

"Did you get the aft suspension calibration repaired?"

“Uhhhh,” came Vincent’s eloquent reply.

“If we die, I quit.”

“I’ll give you your severance pay myself, Vanor-” The remainder of her name was cut off by a stray round, shooting the comm right from his hand and reducing it to a molten lump on the dirt. Shaking his head, he continued running.

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Back aboard the Rabbit, Vanora was working over the command consoles on the bridge and flipping switches rapidly. The engines were humming and whirring to life as she prepared for liftoff. The back hangar bay was standing open and she had a comm device in hand.

As she checked some readings on the display screens the comm device let out a painfully loud screech.

"Captain?" she asked into it. "Captain?"

She shook her head when no reply came and hung it back up.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris

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With the the ship ready for lift-off, Vanora grabbed her coat from the back of the pilot's chair and threw it over her shoulders. The coat was quickly followed by her rifle which she checked was loaded before slinging it over over her shoulder. She put the ship on standby before she quickly made for the hangar bay. From the sounds of things, Vincent was going to need some cover fire when he arrived.

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It took another five minutes of dodging, diving, and rolling through the torn up streets of Blackwater, but finally, the Rabbit was in sight. Digging in for more strength and more will, Vincent pumped his arms, skidded slightly on his feet, pointing towards the small transport.

“My ship,” he panted, as a light post exploded from an incredibly poorly aimed shot, “almost there.”

As more gunfire peppered the air, the pair took shelter behind a small transport lift that had been being used to move crates of luggage onto the Rabbit. The stretch open space between the lift and the ship didn't leave much in the way of cover.

“If I didn't know any better,” the Wolven growled under his breath as he checked the battery cells in his gun. “I would say the locals don’t much like you any better than me.”

Half-power.

As the weapon whined back to life he ducked out to fire a few shots off at their pursuers, forcing them to take cover as well. The weapon was clearly of some sort of energy based tech - highly illegal in the hands of a civilian. Although given his rather furry visage it was a likely safe assumption that he wasn't from around here.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris

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A rifle shot split the air over the sounds of the gunfight and one of the men pursing Vincent fell to the ground in the dusty street. A second shot, a second body.

Aboard the Rabbit Vanora had taken to one knee behind a crate with an open view of the area.

"Still alive, Captain?" she hollered as the gunfire abated for the moment.

The pursuers had taken cover and were weighing their options while Vincent and his furred companion had the cover of the lift. Only about forty yards separated them from the ship - forty yards of open ground.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris

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"Just about!" Vincent hollered, as the pursuers were forced to adjust their aim to compensate for the suddenly stationary and very armed woman on the hangar ramp. Vincent utilized the distraction to tear towards the ramp, leap ontop of it, stumble at the sudden change in angle, and dive inside the safety of the ship.

"Get on, new guy! Vanora, keep them off us while I take off!"

With that, the captain disappeared into the Rabbit, heading towards the cockpit to make good on their full escape.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris

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The wolven made his move next and as he ran for the ship gunfire opened up once more, but a rifle shot whistled past to strike the first man to break cover to try and get a shot off on him.

Once aboard the hangar bay he dropped down behind a stack of crates across from Vanora to take cover from the spray of gunfire that was leveled on the ship.

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With both Vincent and the stranger on board, Vanora struck the button to activate the hangar bay doors. With a rumble the large doors began to slowly raise closed, taking most of the gunfire upon their reinforced hull before with a thud they slammed shut.

She pounded her fist into a second button that served as a comm device throughout the ship.

"Ready for takeoff, Captain."

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"Affirmative," came the reply, followed by the squealing of the loudspeakers on the exterior of the ship being activated. Suddenly,

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

With a rumbling lurch, the Rabbit lifted skywards, the landing gears and fields that kept it tethered to the ground retracting into its belly. With a roar and a screaming of engines and thrusters, the transport ship shot into orbit, leaving Blackrock far behind.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity

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AHSC Battlestar 'Columbia'
Commander Tychus Octavio
Task Force 'Chimera'


As the Rabbit shot into orbit, leaving the moon far behind, something else would grace the ship as it left.

Less than five hundred meters in front of them, space itself bent and warped, before there was a blinding flicker of light which bathed the cockpit of the oncoming starship in a brilliant flash of light. What came next would be all 1,200 meters of heavy Aschen metal, as the Battlestar winked into existence right before their very eyes.

"Sir! DRADIS Contact! Zero One Zero Carom Nine Seven Zero! CBDR!" A Lieutenant shouted and the Commander turned.

"Take evasive action! All hands brace for impact!" He called out, and the massive Aschen Battlestar banked as hard as it's large frame could take to try and avoid the incoming ship.

Three more Aschen Battlestars flickered into existence, heading straight for orbit towards the lone moon.

A moment passed and a Reverence I flickered into existence, gunning towards the moon.

But the immediate concern was the Mercury Class Battlestar that was directly in front of them, the collision so narrow that one could make out every detail of the ship. The Battlestar would be too large to get out of the way by itself, but the presence of an Aschen Task Force would foreshadow even darker plans.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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"What the fuck is going on?"

The door to the hangar opened to admit a red-haired girl who couldn't have been out of her teens, looking more than slightly dishevelled with mussed and grimy hair and a face slick with sweat and grease from mechanical components. Willow looked from Vanora to the wolven, then back to Vanora. "That take-off could quite easily have- no, by all rights should have killed us. And it's set back my work on the engine by at least three days. Longer if we don't set down again soon."

The quite clearly disgruntled teenager glowered in the direction of the cockpit. "I'm getting an idea of why this ship is in the state it's in. I swear to god if he tries to take us FTL, I'm jumping out and taking my chances with the vacuum of space."

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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At the sudden appearance of the battlestar, Vincent let out an impressive stream of curses, flipping switches, punching buttons, and turning dials until the Rabbit leveled off. Reaching up with one hand, he slapped on the COM throughout the ship, pulling tight at the controls and sending the Rabbit into a small dive.

"Willow! I'm needing you in the engine room for a bottomside burst; vent our thrusters until we have ten percent left. New guy and Vanora, uh, hold on to something."

He flipped the COM back off, sent the Rabbit into a dive, low and starboard, counter to the battlestar's movements. The bellies of the smaller ship and the massive Battlestar nearly kissed as they grazed each other.

"Fucking lunatics," Vincent snarled as he gripped the trembling controls, "jumping around like they're playing leap frog with an FTL system. Hurr durr, I'm a fuckface, I've sacrificed my common sense for this massive ship to hide my puny erection!"

The COM flipped back on as Vincent struggled to maintain distance between him and the bigger ship, fighting to keep the two seperated. "Willow, where is my goddamn thrust!"

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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Commander Octavio grabbed the nearest console as the Battlestar lurched and jerked abruptly to the side in an evasive maneuver. Alarms continued to blare. After several moments, the Commander and his CIC managed to get themselves together.

"Colonel Rose, Get me a marine strike team on board a raptor in one millicenton."

The Colonel nodded promptly. "Aye, sir."

Tychus then turned to the communications officer, a young female.

"Lieutenant Mira, send hostile challenge and ID, initiate hostile boarding protocol." He ordered, and the Officer responded.


"Attention unknown vessel, this is the Battlestar Columbia. By decree of the Emperor you're being detained. If you attempt to escape you will be destroyed without hesitation. Prepare to be boarded and searched, compliance is requested."

While the message was being played, a pair of Apollo class interceptors flew up alongside the Rabbit, and the Reverence began to broadcast a Planck field which would provide a localized FTL inhibition field.

"This is Apollo Tango One Niner One Seven, follow outlined course and prepare for boarding procedures. Any deviation will not be tolerated."

The two Apollos would then transmit landing coordinates to one of the Battlestar's Landing bays, providing escort should the ship comply.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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"That would be the Captain," Vanora replied by answer to Willow's demands of what was going on.

Nearby Leon was picking himself up from the floor where he had taken cover behind some crates. "Well that was bracing," he remarked before tipping his head towards Willow. "Ma'am," he greeted as he holstered his gun.

Vanora arched a brow as Vincent's voice came through the speakers in the hangar bay.

"Best grab onto something," she parroted to Leon as she braced herself.

With a shudder and a groan the hangar bay quivered and shook as the Rabbit scraped up alongside the larger Reverence, scarcely avoiding a direct on collision.

Several large crates that had still been being loaded and weren't secured yet slid across the hangar bay and slammed into a wall.

A few moments passed as Vanora waited to see if they all died in a fiery inferno before she hit the comm button again.

"Sir?" she asked. "Might I respectfully request to know what the fuck is going on out there?"

Down in the hangar bay she remained woefully unaware of the situation outside, or the orders for their ship to be boarded.

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Willow groaned, muttering something under her breath about suicide and impending doom before she turned around and disappeared back in the direction of the engine room. Only a few moments later she was back on the comms system, a rattling that sounded disturbingly like a washing machine with a brick in it in the background almost drowning her voice out as she spoke. "Venting now! For the record, if we all die in a fiery explosion because of the state of this engine, I am going to kill the lot of you. Again."

There was the sound of something snapping in the background, followed by Willow loudly cursing "Motherfu-" before she cut out, breaking off from communication, presumably to go and fix whatever had gone wrong. That or get a head start to the escape pods.

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The PA system crackled again as the venting gave the ship enough push against the Aschen vessel to allow more clearance. "Some cowboy and his buddies just slipped out of lightspeed right in my flight path. Attagirl, Willow, just hold it together down-"

There was a shuddering groan as the belly of the Rabbit kissed the outside of the Aschen ship, causing Vincent to be jerked backwards, severing his connection to the controls for a moment. Immediately, he fought his way back to them, hauling hard as the Rabbit shot clear. He slowed down the speed, tipped the nose, and eased into the flight path transmitted by the Aschen. "Alright, they want to come over for a bit. Vanora, we need the deck swabbed for guests; can't have them seeing a dirty floor. Willow, make sure that there isn't any spoiled food out or anything. Uh, dog guy, keep on... keeping on."

Punching the PA system off, Vincent switched to the frequency of the other ship, rubbing his temples as he spoke. "This is Captain Vincent May-Rose of the Rabbit to Columbus. We are following the outlined route, though we got a bit jostled up back there. Look forward to meeting you guys."

He followed the two Apollo class interceptors with one hand on the controls, the other pulling out his sidearm. Without taking his eyes on the screen, he popped open a hidden compartment underneath a control panel and slid the primitive pistol in behind the jumble of cables and wires, shutting it and sealing it when he was finished.

"I estimate two minutes till we're hosting guests, guys," Vincent said over the PA, a frown fixed on his face.

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The pair of Apollos guided the ship to the landing bay of the Aschen Battlestar, through the maw and into the lion's den. Once the smaller Rabbit was inside one of the massive landing pods of the Battlestar, docking clamps extended to secure the ship firmly to the dock, while Aschen Marines lined up with weapons ready on each access port to the Rabbit.

The ship likely shook and listed as the docking bay pressurized, a Marine sergeant nodding. "We have atmosphere." He called out, and the pressure in their helmets and visors equalized to the pressure of the landing bay while the group checked their disruptor rifles.

Another radio message would be transmitted.

"Open all access ports to the ship, and exit one at a time, hands raised, behind your head, once you've exited the ship, you and your crew are to line up, and get on your knees. Failure to comply will be taken as an act of aggression."

With deploy-able covers prepped and readied, the men gripped their weapons, licked dry mouths, and waited for a response.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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"Understood," Vanora replied over the com device.

It wasn't their first time being boarded, and it likely wouldn't be their last. Best thing now was to just comply. The crates of supplies in the hangar bay, while not strictly being transported legally, weren't of any nature to likely draw too much attention. Some food rations and medical supplies for the most part.

There wasn't time enough to clear the hangar bay, or to dump the cargo, so they would have to hope whoever had flagged them down wasn't of the mind to look too deeply into their paperwork, or were willing to look the other way on the matter in favor of more important matters.

She slipped her rifle from her shoulder and set it atop one of the crates. The rifle was legal enough by Isirian law, but it was usually best not to have guns in hand during boarding operations unless you wanted a trigger happy government official to put a few new holes in you because you moved wrong.

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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After pulling herself out of the pile of boxes the small collision with the Aschen vessel had tossed her into, Willow made her way back up to the hangar with her eyes set in a glare. "Damned governments," she muttered as she emerged, "Sticking their noses into other peoples' business like there's shit worth seeing. What crawled up these motherfuckers' asses and died?"

She tossed her own gun irritably onto one of the crates and joined Vanora and to wait for Vincent to lower the hatches. "This was a bad idea..." she muttered, "Should've stayed down there in the shanty town fixing crapped out cars and mechs."

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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Coming out of the upper level of the ship that housed the cockpit, Vincent took the stairs down to the cargo bay two at a time, leaping to the deck with a clang of boots on metal. He moved to the three assembled crewmates, pointed a finger in Willow's face, and narrowed his eyes.

"Behave," he said, sternly. "We don't want to call attention to ourselves any more than we have to. Goes for you too, furball."

He didn't wait for a response, instead pressing the opening toggle on the hatches, opening up the Rabbit to the inside of the Aschen warship. He placed both hands on the back of his head, straightened his spine, and walked down the gangplank first.

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Once Vincent stepped from his ship, he would be greeted by rows of rows of Aschen soldiers with guns drawn and pointed at the group.

The Commander nodded slowly. "That's good, nice and slow." He said, his weapon drawn and readied.

Once Vincent was out, two Marines moved quickly to search him, hands patting every which way. The same with Vanora, and Willow, they would find themselves searched and lined up by the Aschen Military.

Leon however was not so lucky.

"Hey! Sergeant! We have a Xeno here!" He shouted, pointing at Leon. "Let's take him down to Command and turn him over!"

The Marine Sergeant walked up to Vincent, and swiftly moved to bring the butt of his disruptor rifle across Vincent's cheek.

"Smuggling Xenos eh!?" He barked before he shoved the barrel of the weapon against Vincent's cheek. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you here and now."

Two Marines bum-rushed Leon, and moved to throw him to the floor while they raised their batons.

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Leon kept his hands laced behind his head as two marines moved in to force him onto his knees. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it would seem.

"No one's smuggling anything," Leon growled.

At least nothing that Leon knew about. He had no love of the Aschen, but he knew well enough not to do anything that would provoke them into just shooting him on the spot. The Aschen weren't known for their capacity to ask questions before resorting to force.

Even in its dirtied and worn state one could almost make out the insignia of the WCPD on his sleeve.

"My identification is inside my jacket pocket," he told them. "I'm with the WCPD department on Terra, and last I knew the armistice between the Aschen and Terra still holds."

How a WCPD officer had found his way all the way to Isiria was difficult to say, but his credentials would check out.

Vanora meanwhile threw Vincent a look that said it all. She didn't need to speak for Vincent to likely catch the intent behind the look. 'You brought a police officer on board?'

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Character Portrait: Vincent May-Rose Character Portrait: Vanora Rees Character Portrait: Leon Theodoris Character Portrait: Aschen Second Fleet of Homogenous Clarity Character Portrait: Willow Ryder

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Stepping out into the warship, Willow kept her arms carefully placed behind her head. Her eyes warily stared down the aschen soldiers and the guns that were levelled at them.

When Leon revealed his identity, her eyebrows shot up. A police officer? And from outside of Isiria? How the hell had he ended up on Blackrock?

At least that explained his bizarre appearance. By the sounds of it, though, he knew the Aschen - and his world had agreements with theirs. Maybe that could get them out of this in one piece. She could only hope.