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Leopold Applegate

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

Description

Leopold Applegate rose through the ranks of the Kalar military quickly through demonstrating good resource-management skills and survivability with repeated successes in the field. Soon commanding his own squad, wasn't enough, and then neither was his own troop. Promotion after promotion on the recommendation of his superiors and his sheer loyalty soon had him in a red collar as one of the five galactic generals of the nation. In command of his own Nemean Flag Ship.

He is currently being sent out as the leader of diplomatic fleets seeking new worlds and nations, with a hundred and seventy ships at his immediate command and fleets of colony ships being delivered en route for colonization. He has the been given supreme command, allowing him to call all diplomatic shots between newly discovered people, with all burden of responsibility on his shoulders.

Leopold dresses in black vest with multiple badges pinned to the front and a red collar signifying his rank. He stands at an imposing six foot seven and often is seen with both M model Buster and Z model Saber pinned there. He favour his natural paws, but still uses traditional gauntlets for general purposes. He has a personal guard of four similarly armed specialists.

The Nemean Flag Ship is considered the ultimate individual war machine, with near impenetrable shielding, several redundant layers and a hull made of the alloy that could be forged and multiple point-defense lasers scattered along the ship. It is so heavy that it is widely considered impossible to launch under any notable gravity. The weapons of the ship are deadly, sporting a massive directed energy cannon that runs the length of the ship with enough power in it to split asteroids. It additionally houses multiple missile arrays and the 'No-Fail' experimental weapon. It stocks a crew over several hundred, most of which are military personnel.

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So begins...

Leopold Applegate's Story

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The Kalar were easy to excite. Bright flashing lights, rustling noises, the promise of giving them things no matter how stupid, cheap or meaningless... These were all sources of great excitement for them. Meeting new races, however, was not. They had all been awake only a few hours from cryogenic sleep and they all were bored, sitting staring at the distant space as they came to exit their faster than light travel. It was probably the most terrifying site to observe for the unprepared, but they had made no effort to conceal their arrival.

A hundred and seventy ships arrived in clusters of three to five, varying in sizes from corvettes to battle cruisers with several enormous ships with great glass domes that looked to be entirely for the purpose of making food, judging by the greenery inside. And lying at the back, the king of them all, the great titan class Nemean Battle Cruiser, mouth of the ship shaped like that of a lion with four legs kept close to the body beneath it. They fanned out into a wall of ships, spread thin and lacking real military formation.

From their far away home they had observed other intelligent life and traveled great distances to arrive for peaceful missions. Breaking away from the fleet was a lone diplomatic envoy in the form of a frigate, with a sour faced and grouchy Kalar known as Meownan Altrivor McIntyre seated uncomfortably in the bridge. He was by far the wisest of the Kalar in the fleet with plenty of brown fur, sharp yellow eyes and a good sense of handling diplomacy; a rare trait amongst his people. He let out a low yawn, stretching out to his full six foot length.
"Bring up the communicator," he spoke eloquently, sending crew members slapping at the ships controls until a lone microphone rose up from the floor.

"Scan for all channels of communication," he added, prompting responses of 'channulz seeking' from the crew. Satisfied, he took the chance to mentally run over his notes for communication. A sharp and sensible eye might have noticed that there was one thing that separated this particular frigate from being a military ship; and that was a greater communication array that had been put in place of one of the torpedo banks; taking the form of a large triangular radar disc firmly attached to the craft.

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In the midst of a patrolling squadron, the blackness of interstellar space reached all around the CNS Partitioner. The heavy cruiser was underway with its most recent reconnaissance patrol beyond the Colonial Sphere. To it's galactic south laid the Azrican Corridor, a spiraling extension of the Sagittarius arm of the galaxy. From the confines of the Heavy Cruiser’s navigation complex, the crew of the Star Fleet vessel worked tirelessly and in silence as the long patrol continued.

Locked in their work the vessel’s station was positioned forward the main armored bulwarks of the cruiser’s prow, allowing quick access to the signal’s processing hardware and the receiving arrays on the vessel’s thick hull. On one of the main air screens, a technician looked across a processing-line as a spectroanalysis machine sent a pulsating message in front of the skeleton crew.

“We’ve got something, a few AUs out -- it’s a lot of signatures.” A Junior Lieutenant called out from ‘the pit’, an open fissure in the navigation’s complex a story down below the main ‘office’ of the navigation suite. The upper half of his head was obscured by the hyper-reality helmet he wore, the two transparent optics where his eyes would be pulsing as he scanned over the imagery obtained from remote sensors on the vessel’s hull.

“I’ve got it.” A Chief Petty Officer replied, standing with two hands stretched out on the railing as he surveyed the air screen. His eyes narrowed for a moment before the Scatterran reached over to the holotank at his side. Pressing one analog button the device activated with a winding groan.

An exact copy of the spectroanalysis program sprang up in front of him. The next app he activated was a comms network to the bridge: after that he went back to the readout in front of him. “Just what the fuck am I looking at here?”

The ship’s onboard AI had produced an avatar with the holotank when it activated, running it’s own programming through the navigation suite. “It appears there are a number of signatures at long ranges nearby: I have already passed them to the bridge. Captain Anron will be responding shortly.”

The CPO crossed his arms for a moment as he waited for more information to coalesce in front of him. Immediately speaking the signatures were noticeably different than anything the Star Fleet shipman had seen prior: spectroscopy was an acute science in the Star Fleet, and many ships were crewed with academically-trained and knowledgeable navigation’s and communication’s specialists. “This might be an instance of first contact, Aria.”

As he responded to the AI another window expanded from the holotank, a beep sounding as a notification before the CPO turned to view the Captain of the Partitioner. Captain Anron had received the spectroanalysis onto a handheld data tablet, and was looking between it and the holographic video.

“Chief Petty Officer, what is this we’re looking at?” Captain Anron studied his handheld briefly.

“Something that has stumped the spectroanalysis system in the navigation suite here." As the CPO looked back towards the air screen, he could see the first relays coming back to the complex and filtering up through the individual stations. When the heavy cruiser began receiving various probes across the blackness of space the Captain responded dryly.

"Send an FCP package." Across the vastness of space the lone cruiser made itself known with a wide-band broadcast. The sub-space relay from the cruiser's powerful communication's suite.

"This is the Star Fleet cruiser CNS Partitioner, contacting any unidentified vessels on behalf of the Coalition Military Apparatus of the Garden states."
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For a moment, silence. Then, when the shock settled, reaction.

"We get signal?" Meownan spoke in mild surprise, but not letting it get the best of him, "Inform Leopold with priority. We're going ahead with diplomatic interactions. Bring us closer and, of course, main screen turn on." The front screen flickered to life with the blackness of space and the million of distant speckles as the sensors and cameras made an effort to slowly seek the ship, which probably vastly outsized the Kalar vessel.

Meownan patiently licked at his paw and groomed his face as he listened to the message, then slowly sat upright. He was getting on in years and it was becoming quite an effort to move around. "Return communications," he ordered, sending crew members slapping controls in preparation. Microphone at his chops, he spoke.

"This is Captain Meownan Altrivor McIntyre, diplomatic representative of the Kalar Empire. We have traveled from a galaxy far far away with peaceful intentions of discovering new people to trade with and finding new planets to terraform and settle. We come in peace."

The microphone was switched off and small sounds of preemptive celebration started echoing throughout the ship, cries of joy that they had made peaceful contact. Meownan remained silently dubious and at the ready to give commands. He didn't hold the ferocious respect like the other generals did, simply because he wasn't so large. But his age held respect that was uncommon amongst his people, and that alone meant he could pull together the normally scattered Kalar like no other.

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A Naval technician had joined the CPO at his station in the navigation’s suite. In the passing time as they waited for a response the navigation’s team had made an extensive analysis of the signals that had been gleaned from the vast distances of the fleet of vessels. The Chief Petty Officer hadn’t communicated with any of his crewman just what exactly he had thought of these readings when they were relayed out to him: but he could tell from the addendums and exchanges between the shipmen.

“Aria. Run these signatures against the databas -- “ Before he could even respond the avatar of the program sprang to life beside him. An icon of the vessel’s database appearing behind her; the directory was portrayed as a book, pages sliding from one end to the other before the image blanked empty.

“We have no prior contact with any of the vessels attributed with these signatures.”

"You're gonna' wanna' get the Captain on this one." The CPO replied shortly and turned back at the readout. As he did, a pair of marines entered the navigation's suite carrying a pair of suitcases emblazoned with the insignia of the Coalition's First Contact Department of the Federal government.


A few hundred meters away, Captain Anron stood on the bridge of the heavy cruiser. Instead of watching the starship's weaponry teams prepare the vessel's long-range targeting equipment he was now staring at the navigation's team information that was coordinated to him from the suite in the prow of the ship. "This is incredible ... are we sure this is -- "

"Captain Anron, we're receiving a return-communique from them." Someone called out from the bridge crew below. Anron waved the AI away, sliding the datapad into his pocket before pointing over the guard rail at the crewmen below.

"Play it now."

As the message was returned to the starship it played directly through the navigation's suite and the bridge. While many of the crewmen of the Partitioner had served in combat none had experienced a first-contact situation: in the recent past the Star Fleet had been dominated by the more violent requirements of the Apparatus, yet every man and woman who joined the Star Fleet yearned for the opportunity to see two civilizations meet.

"This is Captain Meownan Altrivor McIntyre, diplomatic representative of the Kalar Empire. We have traveled from a galaxy far far away with peaceful intentions of discovering new people to trade with and finding new planets to terraform and settle. We come in peace."

"Prepare our response, Aria. The Partitioner is a military vessel of the Military Apparatus from the United Coalition of Organized Nations, an interstellar union of many separate nations across this galaxy."

"The Star Fleet and the Military Apparatus of the Coalition of Nations welcomes the diplomatic representatives of the Kalar Empire to the galaxy in the name of galactic peace and prosperity. The many nations we hail from are not the only organized powers in this galaxy, though there are still many uncharted and undiscovered sectors of the galaxy we call Home."

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"A coalition?" Meownan echoed to himself in thought, "How curious." His mind slowly drifted to violent history of the Kalar, both on and off planet. Could they have ended up like these people? He would have to bring that up later for good conversation with some of his more intelligent friends. Maybe even Leopold. Speaking of which...

"Mesig from Galaktic General!" piped up one of the crew, before it was brought up on screen over the scanners. Meownan rolled his eyes as the two crew members started arguing about who had control of the screen; the scanners or the communicators.

"Continue with standard diplomatic procedure. Gatta is being sent as a security escort. Wait for his arrival."

Meownan's face turned sour as suddenly the crew were cheering for the arrival of the Gatta Rekai. Slowly peeling from the fleet came a corvette with two Kitten class fighters chaotically flying around it. The crew was almost lost to spectacle until Meownan spoke. "Prepare a response," he mewled, "Two responses. Three, even. One to explain our actions to the good people of the Coalition, one to tell Leopold an escort is unnecessary as we have already reached peaceful communications and one to tell that tailless moggie-"

"Eyy kaptin!" came a voice through the communicator. Gatta's ship had drifted into range of more traditional and easier methods of communication, "Gatta Rekai 'ere. We gon' smoke dem fools?"

Meownan adjusted his paws beneath his body and let out a sigh. "Hang back. I do not want your presence to be perceived as threatening. Just go do some tricks or whatever it is you do to win the hearts of the people."

"Sho' thing kaptin."

"Shut off communications to Gatat, and someone tell Leopold we don't need that fool. As for the Coalition... If everyone can focus for just one moment before you watch the Manx do 'whirly birds' and 'loop-de-loops', we need to respond to our respectful hosts."

He cleared his throat and dictated;

"Coalition representatives. Our general has sent an escort entourage for my personal safety. I am currently attempting to get them to go away. We have yet to encounter another species on peaceful terms, so we are unfamiliar with appropriate protocol. However, we have a portion of gold, platinum and other precious metals to trade for local currency so that we might send representatives to you or to your planet to help better understand each others cultures and people."

Satisfied, he rest his chin down on top of his paws as the crew let out an 'Ooooh' in unison as Gatta streaked past in his fighter and slowly looped around through open space, wasting precious fuel.

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It was just after sunrise when the craft arrived, descending from far above at a rate deemed 'acceptable' by its occupants, which was likely faster than that of a normal craft. It was a flat and wide craft, certainly not a standard military vessel as it shared a resemblance with a stealth bomber, albeit silver in colour and rounded. As it drew closer to the ground its descent slowed until it finally reached a comfortable hover, then legs extended and it crunched down into the sand. A lone panel unfolded from underneath to form a ramp revealing occupants inside.

They were feline, two of them about four to five feet tall with some sort of cannon attached to their arms. They wore no significant clothing other than a coloured collar around their neck. After all, their fur did an ample job of protecting them from the elements and modesty was a poorly understood concept in their culture. However between them stood a titan by comparison, towering over six feet in height with a cape tied around his neck and a sword dangling from a belt that seemed unique for him to wear. His fur was patterned browns and blacks and his size gave him an air of authority.

He walked down the very steps of the craft onto the sand and turned his head about slowly, waiting to see if his contact was here at all.

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As if on que, a ship veered into sight. A Viper MKIV, a ship the size of a corvet class, which was errliy similar to an arrowhead with blocks on it's end sides. It sped it's way in the air towards the landing sight, and hovered above at about fifty yards in the air, before it choose a spot to descend.

"Landing gear deployed." A feminine voice called out within the cockpit, as the underside of the ship deployed magnetized racks. There was no metal here to attach itself to, but it would serve to keep the ship stable. The orange glow of the control interface splashed against the power armor of the pilot, whom glanced between his armors HUD, and the ships display. "Contact bearing thirty feet out rear exit. Identities Confirmed." Came the voice from within his helmet. His right display brought up the ships rear footage, briefly displaying some code as it ran a process in the back round. "Beacon silenced. Rear Multi-Cannons prepped." The voice sounded off. The man smiled, it never hurt to be prepared, and big guns always seemed to ward off people who tried to shake him down, if the armor wasn't imposing enough.

"Nivera, open rear hatch, keep the drive spinning for immediate take off." The gruff voice said.

"Confirmed."

"Open Gun compartment."

"Confirmed. Standard firearms?"

The merc rolled his tongue in his mouth, and clacked his sharp teeth. "Confirm."

A compartment behind his seat opened, and his Punisher, and Peace Keeper, were dispensed onto racks. Finally, the Merc turned, rising out of his huge seat to grasp the weapons, hooking the Peace Keeper to his side, while grasping the much bigger assualt rifle in his arms. The ship touched down finally, in what he could feel was a large thump in the ship's hull.

He stepped forward, holding the rifle in his hands, pointed to the side in a passive state. The hydraulics of his power armor gave that ever so satisfying whish noise with each step, clanking against the alloy floor, until he entered the airlock. The hatch closed behind him.

"Outside air is measured at hospitable levels." The voice called out, as a white light suddenly flashed the airlock. "Bio Contaminates clear." It came again, and the hatch to the outside opened.

The felines in fact were about thirty feet away, and they were graced with the sight of Larion Lithen, a professional Mercenary. His power armor stood at around eight feet tall, and was colored in a dark blue scheme. It was built to be slim, but none the less gave off a bulky, walking tank look, with it's front alloy armor bearing four flood lights built into it, the rear housing the Thollium generator that powered the monstrosity.

The man's orange hued visor was down, obscuring the face beneath it, as he stepped forward to meet what would hopefully be his latest contractor.

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The arrival of the man was of no surprise to the crew of the small craft, and the leader and his two guards soon stepped forward towards the craft intending to meet with him. He was known as Leopold Applegate among his people, one of the greatest generals among his people, the Kalar, as they were very quick to idol any figure who rose to authority. It was an odd people, and that lead to many odd habits.

"Yo," called the voice of the general, gleaming eyes staring out at the masked man. He gestured with a clawed paw to direct his guard to either side and the pair slinked off to make themselves idle nearby where they wouldn't be a nuisance, muttering affirmations as they left.

In Kalar culture, there were certain exchanges that were naturally expected, as if ingrained into the minds of the people, but out here he had come to learn that such interactions were rare, if not considered outright odd. Still, there were matters to attend to. Family matters.

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There was the sound of static, and then of a voice, as if it was coming through comms. It spoke, gruffly, yet the tone of an educated man.

"Larion Lithen, Ex-Imperial Commander, Professional Contractor." Came the voice, the hydraulics of the armor whirling as the man straightened up. His HUD started bringing up details about the person before him, recording the conversation, and automaticly opening a dossier in his person files. "Record states that I have a Job offer from a Mr. Applegate, regarding a... Personal matter, that he'd like attended to?"

Larion Lithen was known mostly by a few of his exploits, things he didn't usually advertise. A few incidents of where he traded shots with a ring of organized crime, lesser known that his pay master was another ring of crime lords. Some people claimed he had boarded a ship about to detonate and defused the bomb himself. Another half truth, he guarded the bomb techniction who did the defusing. Another story held him up to the image of breaking into a kidnapping ring's safe house, and slaughtering it's members. That one was true... He loved that job.

The owner of the voice shifted towards the guards just a bit, helmet centering on them to mark their positions, before resting on his future client. He didn't have too many enemies, but enough that at this point, he wouldn't be surprised if they'd set up a meeting like this just to corner him, though to be fairly honest, they seemed legit.

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One ear twitched as the man spoke, but his attention was squarely on him and his tall posture never faltered. "I am Leopold Applegate, Red Collar General of the Kalar Empire," he answered formally, trying to match the tone of the conversation, "Records are correct. I have a job offer. My position has brought me to live far from my family, but information has come to me of my estranged sibling Norrington, who ran away from home many years ago."

He was very straight to the point. "Kalar society does not have money, but we have raw lump rare materials to exchange for money. We have found gold and platinum to be of interest to trade, and I am willing to trade a small container worth for my sibling to be returned to me alive. He is currently on this planet of Terra, seen in Wing City with another, unknown Kalar, using some technology that looks derivative of Kalar. I can provide more information on my species if it will help you in this endeavor."

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Terra, Wing city, the images and names popped up. Emerald eyes quickly glanced between them all, sending the rest off for further review. Then his eyes glanced over the mans face.

"My Contracts are simple. You give me the objective, I tell you the basis of how I'll accomplish it, what I'll need, and the price for the job." He'd glance over at his ship, as if trying to judge how much space it's hold had. "All my contracts are descreet, as I imagine you want this to be, judging from you stance on hiring a third party." He added. "Records are sealed and encrypted on two separate dossiers. Unauthorized access first deletes the contents of the dossier, and then causes premature detonation in the hardware storing the information." There was an edge in his voice, as if he had to learn that lesson.

"So. What exactly is my job?"

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Eyes narrowed at the man as Leopold shuffled his weight on his feet impatiently. "Your job, exactly, is to get Norrington Applegate and bring him to me alive. He is a Kalar like me, but he is white furred. I do not care about discretion. It is not discretion that is the problem. But if he sees military Kalar coming for him, he will run. That is the only reason I need you."

He leaned forwards, putting that height to good use to try and tower over the man, with his teeth partly exposed as his mouth tugged downwards. "Is that all you need to know?" He leaned back so he was upright and gestured for his guards, who nodded and scampered towards the ramp once more. "Payment before or after the job is done?"

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Larion smiled thinly under the helmet. Either the feline's posturing was an attempt to measure the merc to see what kind of man he was, or it was the stuffy, self-important demeanor of people in command. He didn't care which, simple staring his employer down.

"You contacted me, I assume you can forward me his latest photo, biometerics, and confirmed sightings the same way." He said, before he shifted on his legs. "Tracking him down will be Twenty thousand in gold, using Tera's local currency as the standard. Capture and detainment will be somewhere between fifty thousand, and eighty thousand worth in gold, depending on local authority, and how well it goes. A base fee of Fifty thousand..." He ran his numbers through his head. "Maximum of One-hundred fifty thousand credits in gold, or a minimum of one hundred twenty thousand credits. I'm paid after the job is completed to specifications."

He thought for a moment. "I will require his medical records if available."

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The guards soon came out in a hurry, one clutching a manila folder in its claws ill-suited for gripping. Normally they would wear robotic gloves to provide them with hands, but Leopold wanted them to seem less threatening. The folder was brought up and offered, nearly flapping open thanks to the poor hold on it. Inside was bare information; several photos of a pair of felines similar in appearance in that they were both white furred, though one had black tipped ears and tail. They wore clothes contrary to what seemed to be common practice by these Kalar and the taller of the two had been circled. The other documents were descriptions of sightings, a more detailed physical description and a very short list of people Norrington had been seen associating with, mostly just the unknown other Kalar.

"We will do the calculations to figure out how much gold that is before the exchange," Leopold promised.

However, for the rest of the information he was unhelpful. "We do not know when he was last collared-" an odd comment, but within Kalar society overpopulation was so bad that medical care was largely considered a non-thing other than flea collars (which doubled as ranking markers), "-and we do not know what biometrics are."

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Larion frowned beneath the mask, but attributed the lack of info to social quirks. A name alone could get you far, and he had more than besides. He massive mechanical hand came forward to lightly grasp the paper, before he brought it up to his visor. Niveria, his Personal AI, was already cataloging the relevant information he needed.

After a few moments, he slid the paper into a side compartment in his armor, for his own personal records.

He then lowered his arm, and a small touch screen computer slid out towards the feline. "Contract drawn up." Came his voice. "By entering yer' print, Mr. Applegate, and Mr. Lithen Formally enter contract, where as Lithen will provide Mr. Applegate with one Norrington Applegate, in exchange for the after mentioned payment method. Should I fail to complete this contract to your specifications, the contract is considered void, and all information gathered in the attempt to pursue it's completion will be handed over to further your future goals. Should Mr. Applegate fail to deliver his payment immediately upon the completion of the after mentioned terms-" Larion's voice grew harsh. "-Then he is free to..."

"One, Hold the Goods hostage, or release them under a personal protection contract, until such a time as the payment is delivered.
Two, Reposes the property of the contractee in an amount equal to the agreed upon price." He'd pause for a moment. "With Lethal Force. Is this agreed upon?"

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Examining eyes narrowed as the contract spoke on only dipping momentarily to examine the touch screen. "Other species make these terms. It is interesting to the Kalar," he spoke as he extended his paw and planted it down on the touchscreen, "You will be paid, and I will have Norrington, or I will find someone else who can do it better. But once he knows people are coming for him, I think he will run again. So be careful."

Business. That was the word others had used to describe these mutual agreements. It was a strange thing, something Leopold did not care much for. But he had seen the cunning of other races too and saw that it was necessary. "I take it we will be in contact?" Once his paw was scanned, he would finally lift it and nod for his guards to head for the craft once more.

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The touchscreen sealed itself after a brief period of confirming a lack of error, and the giant figure turned to the opening doors of the Viper's Hatch. "Nivera, chart course, spin drives up to a hundred percent." He muttered inside the suit. Then he switched to broadcast comm. "You'll get updates." Was all he said.

He turned around as he entered the ship, giving a last, sidelong glance towards the felines, as the hatch closed.

"Drives charging, heat building. Course plotted, preparing for atmosphere escape." Came that voice. "Vertical lift substained." A lurch, as the Viper slowly lifted off the ground with it's lower dynamic thrusters. He deposited his rifle to the side, not even bothering to properly store it, turning the pilot chair to sit in.

The Viper slowly pitched up. "Initiating forward thrusters." A burst of fire that kicked up sand into a swirl, and the ship sped off into the sky.

"Divert power from weapons to engines, charge up shift drive." He voiced into the suit, glancing around his ships display. An orange screen lit up to his left, display his contacts and navigation. He scrolled down the list with a wave of his hands, and pressed a finger into the holographic display that stated "Terra."

In just a few minutes, he'd breach the atmosphere, escape the gravity, and align himself with the correct system.

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A light specked in the distance, and suddenly, and the air itself seemed to warp for a moment, twisting and turning...

The Viper exploded into view, and it drifted in the air with the inertia for a moment, heat ports opening up, it's thrusts sputtering, before it changed coursed, swaying to the side as it continued it's course.

Larion's hands sped along the various panels, the thrill of a completed mission in his fingertips. He could finally take a small break after this, enough to see...

"Site locked." Came the computerized voice. Larion tapped some of the controls in front of him, increasing the power distribution to the engines, before slowly sliding the speed lever forward. The soft sound of the drive increased in intensity, and Larion sat back. He looked at the slowly growing image of the wastelands... Before glancing to his right panel. He brought up his security cameras, odd for a ship of this size, but this wasn't the first time he was transporting people unconventionally. He glanced through the options, before selecting the camera with a view of the guest in his second storage compartment.

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Norrington slowly stirred, feeling the bruises scattered all over his feline body. Eyes opened one at a time to take in his surroundings, eyes glassy and reflective in whatever light there was. This wasn't a safe house. Fuck. Oh Bo was going to get it for this. Internally he tested his strength, reaching out throw the shadows with his magic to see if he could reach any of his equipment, but it was too far away. Double fuck. Well, it made it more interesting, that was for sure.

Only then did he lift his head up, pushing off the ground with a roll of his shoulder to sit upright on his back legs, front paws resting on the ground beneath his chest. "Hey, fuckboi," he called out, "I'm awake now. Can you hear me? I'm pretty sure I have some information that might be pertinent what's going down."

Finding out what was going on was paramount. After all, who the hell wanted him alive? Secondly, if he didn't get a response, that meant he could probably mess around and see if there was a good way to escape.

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Larion smirked under his mask, turning back forward to the ship display. They weren't to far away now, so he reached forward, turning on the ships cruise control, and leaned back in the seat. He didn't even know they made chairs for the suits...

Back to the matter at hand, Larry.

He looked back at the display. Well what did you know, the way he rolled like that, they actually did look like house cats. Hard to ignore the fact he was shooting at this particular one not too long ago, nor the fact that the creature dared him to shoot their own daughter.

His face divulged into a stone mask as it finally hit him, and the respect he had for the man earlier washed away. His own daughter? Who does that. Then again, he /was/ pointing his gun at the whelp... And then, he tried to reason again, that he had no intention to kill the girl. In fact, the man didn't know if he was loading stun, blanks...

He let it drift from his mind as he heard a swear shouted at him, and clicked on his mic. "Do tell, I'm all ears here."