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Lillith Schmitz

Ancient artificial being of unknown origin even to herself

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

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Has a Surprising amount of magical ability for what she is. She does not infact have any internal organs or specific anatomy but tends to default to the form of a basic human female with black or violet hair She has some history with Three factions: The Darkshifters, The Nexus vanguard and the Gateway Alliance, The Darkshifters currently have a very hefty bounty on her for "Desertion" but in truth it's just because she Used to be their commander and Holds knowledge of all their secrets from their conception to the day she left to Join the Vanguard in their efforts to repel the Fallen Purge who were invading from a neighboring galaxy at the time. She responds to all attacks on her person with lethal force. Rarely allowing her attackers to live and have the chance to try again later.
She wields a Blue orb that can turn take the form of anything that it has absorbed. is neigh unbreakable and Almost perfectly mimics the Aspects and qualities of whatever it's mimicking. Tends to keep it stored in a pocket space accessed via a small portal

Ability summary
1.Free-form shape-shifting
2.Magic
3.Matter absorption
4.Hijacking/repairing technology through intrusion via Nanomachines (Gifted to her by Dawn)
5.Can inject a small batch of her nanomachines into someone to either heal them....Or do harm
Weaknesses
1.Extreme cold
2.high intensity or prolonged electrical shock

So begins...

Lillith Schmitz's Story

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as more people came running into sight she spared a half second to make sure they werent the police before gesturing with a falling hand and the phials dropped on them releasing a gaseous fast acting pathogen that caused people whom came in contact with it to drop to the ground screaming in agony as their veins became swollen and black until dieing while the rest would find the dumpster hurtling at them at a decent clip of 40 MPH "DIE!" Lillith screamed firing a whole magazine in the direction while sweeping the gun left to right

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Okina was also reaching for her spellcards as a means for defense.
While Lilith was mowing down the troops from the front, she flew up in the air casting
a card. She started shooting bullets at the horde, helping Lilith in the mowing.
Although they didn’t kill, they did hurt, and that was enough.
The flurry of lights rained down on them. Taking out many of them.
She finally started finishing the attack when she saw enough of them on the floor.

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Lilith glared at the remainder and shot them in vital areas multiple times before strolling over and crushing their heads underfoot and grinding the remains hatefully before stooping over one who was in the middle of bleeding out her eyes glowing with a golden light as she started to emit wispy lines of black smoke off her body to try and scare the man as she pried his helmet and visor off him "I want to you to go back to wherever you came from and tell your friends to stop coming after me so that I don't have to break any more families. I do not take any pleasure in ending this many lives but I WILL NOT let any more attacks on my person come without dire consequences you people have been hunting me and dying for months now and I'm sorry to say that no amount of money the Darkshifters offer you is going to be worth dying for because your death is all that will come from hunting me. i haven't lived for eons off of charisma or cunning I've survived because I seldom let anyone live to hunt me twice. remember this and never let me see your face again because next time you won't get out of it alive" After she finished speaking her hand glowed removing the bullet lodged in the mans abdomen and closing the wound before yanking him to his feet and shoving him towards the exit with a glowing gemstone quickly merging through his clothes into his back.

As the man stumbled away she then turned her head to the other still living folk among the rest of the bodies and quickly put them out of their misery. Collecting their gear before incinerating the bodies and turning to Okina "whatever your reason for being here thank you for the assistance" while saying this she broke all the collected gear down into it's component materials and wringing the blood and other bodily materials from it before storing it away and walking away from the now destroyed alley which sported numerous new blood stains craters bullet holes casings ash piles and scorch marks as well as a now runied dumpster and wall "I hope gambits bar is open because i need a drink badly" the gun in her hand reverted to an orb and the orb was stored in it's cage where it was suspended in the center with a faint glow

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Whoosh. Another door opened in the wall beside Okina.
”It appears it is.” She said confirming Liliith’s want. She took a small look inside.
The light lit up the dark alleyway from the brick walls to the dirty puddles. Small amount’s of noise polluting the air in the place. She could eye various people in the bar, talking and chatting. Slight gushes of air poured from the door.
The gate was opened on one of the door into to Bar, so no one was surprised that a sudden door appeared.
”Is this the place?”

She stepped in the door, making the first step on the laminated floorboards.
”You can step in.” She said, taking more steps in.

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Lillith gave the gate a cautious look before carefully stepping through and looking back with a look of appreciation
"these rifts are surprisingly stable, how long did it take to learn to make them so well?" she prodded the side of the doorway with the tip of her right boot carefully before remembering why she wanted to come here and looking to the bar she pulled out a leather bag from somewhere within the depths of her cloak and withdrew a handful of 3oz pure gold coins with the image of a skull snake wrapped around it once mouth opened and tongue going to the left if held in the proper orientation. the symbol of the exact same faction that was currently trying to have her killed for reasons known currently only to herself. she shoved the bag back to wherever she pulled it out from and walked up to have a seat at the bar ordering a bottle the strongest liquor she could get with what was in her hand and a glass to pour it in

"Thank you for making the trip here a bit shorter. I'm not entirely certain the jackasses that were trying to kill me didn't have an ambush set up on the way out, and I'm honestly not in the mood to kill anyone else just because they were dumb enough to come after me" She said with a small smile towards Okina before seeming to ponder something for a few seconds "Pardon, I'm not sure if we did this already and forgot about it while fighting but I suppose now we would have a better opportunity for it. I am Lillith Schmitz, may I know your name?"

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Lillith spared a glance at the stranger rushing around like he had a fire on the seat of his pants taking another sip of her liquor and not much feeling like expending the effort to ask what his deal was. Instead she turned her attention back to Okina and took another sip finishing off the glass and pouring herself another glass and putting the bottle with what was left in it away in her cloak which mind mindbogglingly did not show any sign of the bottles presence.

"So many troubled people come through this bar it's ridiculous." She muttered to herself as she took a large gulp savoring the burning sensation as it rushed down her throat and smacking her lips before downing the rest and giving Okina her full attention after giving one more passing glance at the stranger now just standing out in the open like he was waiting for something.

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Lilith just gave a quiet nod and stepped through behind Okina

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”The ability are just something that I had from “Brith”” She Answered to her question. All Youkai had some or at least one unique ability they have, such as Freezing and Boundary manipulation. One of her’s was the ability to open literal backdoors anywhere, with some miscellaneous abilities here and there. An interesting tidbit was that she could entrust her ability of controlling vitality and mental energy to her servants. If there happened to be any magical powers in this world, it wouldn’t be very shocking.

Thinking about that, she looked at the troubled man running out of the bar. ”Shocking? Try me. Much more happens where I’m from”

”Anyways, Okina Matara.” She Introduced.

She started walking in the bar, hearing a layer of a squeaking floor on top of the chit chatter of the bar. Lights swaying on the ceiling. Okina snapped her fingers, causing the door that was behind her to shut. The door returned to being an ordinary one, due to Okina using it as a quick portal. If someone opened it, it would only lead to behind it, not an entryway to the dead end. The only side effect was a nicely patterned decal on the door, which was positive. All within the span of a few seconds.

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"A born gift eh? you wouldn't happen to be some sort of deity would you? wouldn't be the first one I've met" Lillith queried and then commented before muttering "the fact that I was exiled by one aside" quietly in a rather bitter tone "I've seen magic practitioners that specialized in the use of portals and dimensional rifts and the stability of your "backdoors" rivals those of all but two, one of whom learned from a young age and the other was about one hundred and seventeen years old. It's astonishing to think someone can be "born" with such a gift"

she refilled her glass before getting a contemplative look and tapping the glass with her index middle and ring fingers in different spots causing runes to show up on them before tilting her head back with the glass and taking large gulps from a glass that seemed to be refilling itself and setting the glass down on the counter with a slight red tinge starting to make it's way onto her face letting out a loud satisfied sigh "much better"

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Lillith paused just as she was about to say something else when a buzzing sound came from her cloak prompting her to pull out an interstellar cellphone, bringing it to her ear she answered the call.Someone was yelling franticly on the other end. Something about shifters as Lillith gained a grim expression on her countenance. She stood up before looking at Okina. "I'm terribly sorry but I have urgent matters that need to be seen to immediately." She withdrew a bar of solid gold from somewhere within her cloak, setting it on the counter and turning to leave. "Do whatever you like with that, consider it my thanks for helping me out back there." With that said Lillith opened a writhing portal and disappeared into it. The portal closing behind her leaving a tiny weakspot in the fabric of space and time that hardly anyone could track her through

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A very small craft. Possibly the smallest one person craft to be seen within eighteen star systems with jump drive capabilities.tumbled out of a jump on a powerless collision course with one of the freshly destroyed ships in the area Although it likely would have wound up continuing towards Blackrock if the wreckage had not been there. the angle had it heading towards a bare section of the hull as the craft twirled and span doing flips that made it's sole occupant too dizzy and disoriented to do anything about her predicament besides fumble with the power system frantically swiping at the switch to turn on the emergency power bank.

"... I hate space travel" the occupant grumbled to herself as she finally managed to catch the switch, Power temporarily returning causing the inertia dampening system to kick in. Immediately the gyroscope sprang into action stopping the spinning while the ion thrusters blazed to life. Shining like a plasma cutter in a display that would be blinding to any crew without a polarized viewing port. Barely slowing down enough to bounce mostly harmlessly off the hull of the larger craft. Harmless to the hunks of metal. The small crafts occupant however was not so lucky. Her disoriented state preventing her from even thinking to brace herself resulting in her slamming head first into a wall sending her quickly into unconsciousness. Thus leaving the craft to finish slowing down as the power bank was greedily eaten up by the Ion thrusters preventing the craft from surrendering to the gravitational pull of the nearby planet. This system was only ever meant to keep the life support going long enough for aid to arrive for whoever might be within.

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It was in these badlands that Lillith resided presently. Just finishing up removing the plates from a freshly killed giant armadillo thing. Also removing it's dagger sized claws and some of it's teeth. before leaving through a portal

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The Raptor Talons closed quickly on the Militia's fighters, technologically superior in every way to these local vessels, the Raptor Talons made short work of their foes, as small projectiles chewed through ship hulls and shields alike.

"This is Orthros leader, i've got... all fighters break!" The Squadron captain shouted into his comms as they picked up the energy surge from the impending psychic attack; an attack which washed over the fighter craft relatively harmlessly and without too much fanfare.

Aschen Technology was the culmination of years of research and understand, into both magical sciences, and of psychics, years of combat both tooth and nail against adversaries that were leagues ahead of even the mighty Militia; to the Aschen, this was a cancerous tumor that had been allowed to fester because of inaction, this was a mistake that Admiral Whitcomb intended to rectify.

She watched the readouts silently safely aboard the CIC of her ship, the three-dimensional holographic projections bobbing, and weaving about the battlefield.

She didn't say anything for a moment, a powerful surge of energy followed, and the small shuttle appeared to have been destroyed.

"Alpha team, capture any survivors and bring them aboard, have them prepped and readied for interrogation." Whitcomb ordered, before switching frequencies to address the Romans.

"Disengage your weapons, and your engines, and surrender." She ordered coldly. "You will remain where you are until we can ascertain the intent of your people; if you are truly vagrants, then you will have little to offer us, but resist our demands at your own peril." Whitcomb replied.

Her lips pursed into a thin frown, before turning to her tactical officer.

"Sitrep.."

The young officer checked his readouts, before nodding and offering his report.

"Sir, it appears from our intelligence sources, that our lack of influence in this sector has lead to the rise of several independent entities on this world. This 'Militia... is but one of many factions on Blackrock.. the Chairman will not be pleased at this development..."

Whitcomb nodded in agreement. "The one that we captured... prepare a psychic inhibitor, and antimana containment cell... the survivor from the shuttle... transfer them to Holding cell B-3... place them in the Aurora Chair..." She said, nodding to her XO.

"Colonel Ronson; you have the Conn."

With that, Whitcomb turned to leave.

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Captain Ashia would find herself, once apprehended placed in a small room, a metal collar of some kind affixed to her neck, and her armor stripped from her, leaving only a simple red colored prison jumpsuit, the metal collar was a peculiar device, and she would likely find herself unable to access her psychic abilities, nor any magical abilities that she may posses.

The holding door chimed with an odd crystalline sound, before opening to reveal a pair of Aschen soldiers, clad in a powered Cuirasse exoskeleton and armed with rather sleek looking MC-1 assault carbines. Standing with the pair was a woman, slender in build and wearing all black.

She took a step into the room and the door snapped shut behind her, then she tossed a small stack of files to the Militia captain's feet.

Her only words were. "Who are you people?"

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The young woman, Sara wouldn't awaken on an operating table, and though it would seem she was in some kind of lab, she was in fact seated in a device the Aschen came to know as the Aurora Chair; she would be strapped in, hands and ankles restrained to the chair as Admiral Whitcomb stood over her.

A technician moved slowly to affix electrodes to the girl's head, the Aurora Chair was designed to forcibly and painfully map the victim's psyche, forcibly extracting memories and displaying them on a screen.

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A squadron of Raptor Talons quickly reoriented themselves to the arrival of the small alien craft, along with a Condor transport, they moved quickly to intercept.

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It took Her a moment but Lillith eventually came to blinking a few times. She opened her eyes quickly remembering her situation she sprang into action. quickly raising a hand towards the damaged reactor and placing it against it to release nanomachines into it and mend it's burnt components so that she could restore power to her personal craft. She had somewhere to be and was on a tight schedule. It took but 15 seconds to get the reactor back into working order. The contraption whirring to life and refilling the power bank. She switched back over to main power and went back to the cockpit prepared to steer her craft down to blackrock only to halt at the apparent battle going on around her

".....What in the the name of Dawn is going on here/" She asked herself blinking a few times. Realizing that either side might not take kindly to her arrival she quickly got into the pilots seat. She then made to steer her craft out of the battlezone and to a safe distance before switching on her crafts admittedly weak communications system. "Hello?! What in the blazes is going on here?! Your space junk is going to fall to the planet below and possibly hurt people who have nowhere else to go!"

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  1. by barney_fife
  2. please refrain from taking control of my characters

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  3. I know and I'm working towards fixing it all, but I need to know what your characters would do so I can fix all this!

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  4. Me and barney_fife are working on fixing this, in the meantime nobody try to fix it theirselves without our consent.

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  5. Editing requested by Abraxas Axis and Barney Fife. GM needed to complete editing.

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  6. Some of you may have noticed I added a new character named "Ara". This is because of the railroading problem (see previous posts), who I retconned in place of Lilyfloof's character. If anyone wants to see the fixed version of the script, please get a GM to help us.

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"I already told you," Said Ashia in a smooth tone, "I am no psychic, and have never possessed any such abilities."
"If you weren't a psychic, then, how precisely were you able to manifest such abilities? Were they magical? Were they technological? It's clear this Militia has been allowed to fester without our presence here. Tell me more about them." The women demanded, glaring down to the Captain.

"I speak the truth that, when I used those powers, they were not of my own caliber. I possess no psionic, nor magical, powers whatsoever. As for the powers themselves, I'm afraid I cannot tell you of their nature without giving away top secret information to our cause. Surely you would understand."

The woman grinned, and then leaned forward. "You're not exactly in a position to decide what to tell us, and what not to tell us, Captain." The IIA Agent said calmly. "We have ways of extracting information from you; you can either profit from this... or we can consider the alternatives..."

At that moment, a door opened up behind them, and two marines stepped inside carrying a bright yellow briefcase of some kind, they pulled up a table, and placed the briefcase upon it.

The Interrogator, Erin Solis stood up from her seat, and moved towards the briefcase, where several torture implements were housed. She snapped it open, and looked down at the assortment of instruements.
She turned to regard Ashia for just a moment.

Ashia Nova was a tall woman in her mid-twenties. She had a regal bearing, and somehow managed to look haughty even as the prisoner of those who destroyed her fleet. She had an olive complexion, a youthful yet cold face, long black hair and brown eyes.
Despite the thoughts of her captors, she was telling the complete truth. She had never possessed psychic abilities, but her true secret was that those powers came from her silver gauntlets. Known as the Gauntlets of Doom, they had been created by four psions who wanted to see if they could pass their abilities on to others. The result was a set of gauntlets that allowed her to short circuit technological devices, generate extreme amounts of cold, move things from far away, and fire blasts of intensely hot plasma.

Her captors had unwittingly put her gauntlets with the rest of her armor. But she wasn't about to share her secret with these people. From the looks of it, they appeared to be from the Aschen Empire - Ashia found this strange, as they had been derelict for quite some time, it seemed. She intended to find this out; unfortunately, it would require much wordplay on her part.
Solis chose a small baton, and she picked it up, while the two Marines pulled the table away from Ashia.

"Now, I'll ask you again, who are you; and who do you work for?" Solis asked coldly.
Ashia managed to keep her fear under control. To give in was to be humiliated. She could give some ground, but not grovel like a dog. "My name is Ashia Nova, and I am Captain of the Militian Fleet of the Kreios Galaxy. I have offered my services to the Supreme Leader, Khorelan Gavax VII, and my loyalty cannot be swayed."

Solis offered a slight, malevolant chuckle, before she moved to bring the baton swiftly across Ashia's knees. Ashia took the blow, grunting but otherwise alright. "Hey, I did what you bastards asked."

"How did your Militia come to power on this world, especially without the Empire noticing?" Erin asked, squeezing the baton in her hand, and bringing it down on the table with a deafening snap. "What is your military strength? Where is your home world!?" Solis shouted. Her shrill voice and thick Aerilonian accent filled the room, drilling a brief moment of tension with the marine guards.
"Alright, calm down, I'll tell you. God, you guys are more insane than us." Ashia flashed a quick, sly smile, then continued. "We are on Blackrock, we're quite strong, and considering you guys were apparently semi-dormant for quite some time, it's really no surprise how we came to power."

Solis offered a slight nod, while her assistant took notations. "This world is the sovereign domain of the Aschen Empire, your Militia will not be able to rule this world for much longer."
"Well, you know what they say; finders, keepers."

Solis chuckled, and then moved to swiftly bring the Baton across Ashia's face. This time Ashia cried out, her nose crinkling with a sickening crunch. "Mind your tongue, Xenos!" She barked, and then she moved back to the bright yellow case. "As easily as you cracked... this world will be retaken easily." She said, nodding to her Marine.

"Take her back to her cell, no food rations, we'll implement the tantalus torment on her, and she will learn her place." Solis ordered, and the Marines nodded.

Her captors had unwittingly put her gauntlets with the rest of her armor. But she wasn't about to share her secret with these people. From the looks of it, they appeared to be from the Aschen Empire - Ashia found this strange, as they had been derelict for quite some time, it seemed. She intended to find this out; unfortunately, it would require much wordplay on her part.

* * * *

Sara grit her teeth against the pain as the Aurora Chair sifted through her memories like grains of sand. Currently, the Admiral was watching one of her sessions of meditation with her grandfather, from a long time ago. What right do these people think they have to look through my personal life like this?! She thought.

"Come now, my girl, make me happier with your mind, like I showed you." "Grandfather, I can't!" "Yes you can, when you put your mind to it." "Grandfather, I CAN'T!!!" "Trust me, my dear, please. You did it before, you can do it now. All you need to do is concentrate."

The woman stood in silence as she watched the display in front of her, glancing for a moment towards the Technician operating the Aurora chair, while sifting through the memories it was extracting.

"It will take some time to map this prisoner's neural pathways." The Technician said.
Whitcomb nodded. "The IIA Is interrogating the other prisoner..." She said, before she turned back to Sara.
"Go... to... hell... " Sara growled through the pain.
Whitcomb simply huffed, then she turned to the technician, and gestured with her hand. The Technician nodded, and turned up the machine.
The pain intensified, and Sara screamed.

* * * *

The escape pod smoked in the ground. It had burrowed about halfway down, and the door out was stuck. Abraxas couldn't get out.
"Help! HELP!" He screamed from within the pod. Suddenly, a figure appeared on the other side. It was a young girl with sandy hair and dark eyes. She wore an outfit consisting of a leather jacket, a loose shirt underneath and khaki pants with plastic kneepads. There was a forest green bandana tied around her head.

She took out some sort of club-like weapon. She bashed hard of the door. It started to crack. She kept going until the glass part shattered, with a hole big enough for Abraxas to squeeze throught the result.

Abraxas clambered out, in a daze. The girl stood before him, arms crossed, club on a sling around her shoulder.
"Could somebody explain what the hell all this fighting is about?" She asked him.

Sorry, there's a lot of it. Anyways, thanks for all your help!

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He ordered the entire fleet to disengage and return to the ships. Once they reached the ships, they were to shut down all engines. As all of them floated in space, the emperor waited.

"What is happening on their ships that could possibly stop their leader from speaking with me?" He wondered. Not to intent on finding out, he decided, that he where to speak with the woman, he would not ask. It was mostly for the better of securing ties with the Aschen Empire, that he does not interfere with their work.

Soon, all of them were docked and off, waiting.

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Sara wept alone in her cell.

They knew all about the Protectors. They had taken this information from her by force; location, lore, everything. Hopefully, since they'd attacked the Militia, they would see the Protectors as friends rather than foes.

Sadly, deep in her heart, she felt that this may have been just wishful thinking. These were heartless people. They had searched through her memories without a care for her well-being. And thus, she wept.

The cell door opened, and a bright light shone into the cell room. Sara shielded her eyes. She was tired, hungry, depressed and her neck hurt from the iron collar that suppressed her powers.

"Surprise. You have a cellmate," Said the guard mockingly. He tossed somebody in, then closed the door. With a start, she recognized the figure as Captain Ashia.

"You survived," Noted Ashia as she saw Sara.

"So did you."

"Did they interrogate you, too?"

"It was less an 'interrogation' and more of a 'forced memory revelation'."

Ashia nodded, then sat next to her against the wall. Sara felt a bit confused. Here was the commander of the group which hated the Protectors for God knows how long, and yet she was not trying to kill and/or demean Sara.

"Why are you doing this?" She finally asked.

"Doing what?"

"Trying to befriend me. We both know that under normal circumstances, we'd be at each other's throats."

Ashia chuckled. "Hey, there's not really much else to do. Besides, we got sort of a mutual need."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, you heard me right. We've got to work together if we're gonna get off of this ship."

Ashia leaned close. "Do you see a guard out there?" She whispered.

Sara moved to the door. She was surprised to see no guard posted near the door. "I see nobody."

"Good. Now, turn away for a moment, I need to slip out of this outfit and get something."

Sara, despite not knowing her intent, respectfully turned around as Ashia did whatever she had to. When she turned back, the Militian Commander was holding a large, partially feces-stained bag. She flinched back, disgusted.

"I've made a rule to seize every advantage I can manage. I'm just glad they didn't do a cavity search." She reached into the bag and pulled out some tools, including a screwdriver and pliers. "Now, let's get that collar off of you, shall we?"

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  1. you need to stop writing for other people's content, I'm going to invoke a GM ruling if this continues, you must also give other people a chance to respond

    by barney_fife
  2. I know, but I need to know what your characters would do so I can fix all this!

    by Abraxas_Axis
  3. Me and barney_fife are working on fixing this, in the meantime nobody try to fix it theirselves without our consent.

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Sara had to hand it to Ashia; she really was quite a resourceful woman. Her collar off, she could now perform her empathic abilities. She sat down on the floor cross-legged, in a trance while Ashia worked on her own collar. She tapped into her psychic pool, the part of her brain that gave her psionics. She used this to heighten the levels of boredom in everyone, making them less observant and more relaxed. That way, they could escape easier.

"Done," Called Ashia as Sara got up. Together they pulled the door off it's weakened hinges and propped it against the wall.

"We shouldn't have to worry about anyone watching us through those cameras. I made everyone less observant."

"Good job. We'd better hurry, though." They approached a door. They quietly opened it. Inside was a bored-looking guard with a gun and a box with Ashia's armor in it.

Sara made the guard go unconscious while Ashia put on her armor and gauntlets. "Alright, let's go."

They sneaked along the hallway, knocking out any guards who happened to be there. At last, they approached a small hangar with a couple space shuttles. Perfect.

As they moved towards the shuttles, they heard the movement of many feet. They turned to see a troop of Aschen soldiers with lethal weapons.

The troop opened fire on them. Ashia and Sara dove for cover. A bullet grazed Sara's ear. From behind a shuttle, Ashia clapped her hands together. Immediately, the lights went out, and the guards weapons stopped firing. There was shouting.

"Why did you do that?! Now we can't use the shuttles!" Sara whispered harshly.

"I'd never planned on using them." Ashia walked to a rack of parachutes and brought back two. "Put 'em on quickly, there's not much time."

No sooner then they had them on, the lights came back on. Ashia blasted a wave of cold that jammed the guns and froze them to the ground. She opened the bay doors, and together, they jumped out of the ship and through the sky.

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Lilith and Abraxas had been wondering why the ship had suddenly stopped when they saw two figures jump out and float safely to the ground via parachute. One figure he recognized.

"Abraxas! We must hurry!" The girl cried, running towards him. Abraxas looked behind her and saw the Admiral of the Militia behind her.

She noticed him looking. "Don't worry, I'm with you guys for now." Abraxas was still suspicious, however.

"There's not much time. We need to leave, and quickly."

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Rome sat there, in his throne, watching in awe of what happened. He saw guns being shot within the ship. He laughed with glee! (One of his features is that he is crazy, but most don't know) "Now how did anyone get out in that big ship?" Rome laughed hysterically.

He was beginning to like watching a bit more (But would still help if asked or if it was needed) But in all honesty, he would not save whoever it is on that ship, at least, if it meant endangering his people.

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At this point Lillith reached into her Cloak pulling out a fist sized black cube with green glowing circuit lines on it's surface all leading towards a circle at the top. Staring intently at it. "Should I contact Dawn?...." She looked towards the nearby planet of blackrock. Then turned her gaze to the battle between the Aschen fleet and the militia, finally turning her gaze to the stars. Thinking deeply on the situation. She put it away, looking back to the fight. she stayed where she was, Well out of the crossfire until either it ended or something happened to change her mind.