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Mr Niac

A businessman with ancient looking eyes.

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

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Name: Mr Niac

Age: Unknown

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Personality: A truly brutal and vindictive man whom seems opportunistic, cruel and seems to believe in Social Darwinism. At best he entrepreneur-like and sly businessman. His influence is felt highly around the Galaxy and he listed as one of the richest men, meanwhile politicians court his approval in various matters.

The man seems to harbor a harsh demeanor accentuated by his rugged and almost timeless appearance and determined stare.

Though if you look deeper there seems to be a sadness or emptiness hidden in the eyes.

So begins...

Mr Niac's Story

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#, as written by Rulke
Holding a briefcase firmly in his surprisingly calloused hands as he sniffed with contempt rolling his eyes. This place was a cesspit not worthy of any inch of respect, and he had big plans for this place if he could get the planning permission which meant having to deal with folk here. Not something he honestly desired but he was used to such hinderances in his lengthy career. Nonetheless for now he had to find someone who looked official here to lay out plans, which of course he had effeciently ordered and collated so even a simpleton or layman could understand his goals. Still it was frustrating having to deal with these folks, they should be grateful for his Grand Renewal Scheme which will make this place the hot-spot of Terra and far out-class anything Wing City could offer.

Mr Niac was a business man first and despite his rather foreign appearance, that of some unknown Middle Eastern country, combined with his sauve charismatic and educated accent gave way to a man who knew what he wanted. Of course that would be true, but there was more his eyes appeared older than his facial look gave off, he seemed to have managed to create sizable amount of wealth although any sourcing of this was difficult, records seemed to not fit what was expected, and even gave the implication he was far older than he truly looked, of course that was ridiculous, surely?

"Let's get this over with, so I can get to more important business." he said to no one in particular before stepping through the city limits and entering into Flora scum-haven of crime, corruption and needing what amounted to a clean-up, although anyone who saw him as an easy target would find themselves bawking in horror when they got closer, he exuded utter malice, so conniving and dark.

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#, as written by Obake
Obake suddenly appeared from the shadows of a dark alley way littered with garbage and vagabonds. He had a bit of a gracefulness to him as he came dancing out of the darkness into plain sight. The mysterious masked man with the painted smile looked to be dressed quite well for the place of being, as he approached Mr Niac slowly from a corner street. Obake was dressed like a street performer, a jester or entertainer of some sort, wearing a cape and costume that concealed his entire body from head to toe. There was a peacock feather in his turban, with bells on his shoes which didn't seem to jingle at all as he danced. His colorful outfit was bewildering to gaze upon and Obake would have been quite comical to look at, had he not suddenly appeared out of nowhere in a most creepy alley way. There was something strange about seeing a mysteriously masked showman in the middle of a scum-haven.

The eerie jester approached Mr Niac slowly, waving his arms from side to side while juggling a few oranges and sour apples. The closer he came to Mr Niac, the more creepy his smile began to look. There was no color in his eyes, no emotion on his face, just a very strange blank smile painted on to an otherwise ordinary facemask. As the wind blew through the empty corridors and swept orange dust and beige sand down the streets, Obake perched himself against the corner of an old cracked stone building, tilting his head awkwardly like a vulture or some other scavenging bird while blatantly eyeballing the strange businessman walking down the street passed him. There was something unsoothing about Mr Niac that inspired Obake's curiosity. As the flies buzzed around Obake's head, he continued to juggle the fruit in silence, smiling all the while.

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#, as written by Marcus
Flora was indeed a place of scum and villainy. it was also a place of a great and many other things for those who knew where to look and what to look for. The ticking of a gold plated transparent mechanical double hunter style watch sat motionless in the air while an expert pair of eyes watched the mechanism carefully as each swift hand movement landed upon the next number.

"Boss, there he is, should we introduce ourselves? Or do you think that maybe we need to stay back and allow you to...." A rather sluggish looking man spoke while Clockwork simply continued to marvel at his little trinket. "No, Moxy, No I am afraid that neither of those ideas suit me as of right now." Clockwork smirked and stood from his seat just to now get a better look upon his mark and the sudden appearance of what appeared to be a Jester of some kind. "You see Moxy. Mr. Niac arrived approximately 5 minutes and 28 seconds late to the arrival he needed in order to do business with me. The true pleasure of business is arriving on time with a bit of curtesy to be expected.

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#, as written by Marcus
Flora was indeed a place of scum and villainy. it was also a place of a great and many other things for those who knew where to look and what to look for. The ticking of a gold plated transparent mechanical double hunter style watch sat motionless in the air while an expert pair of eyes watched the mechanism carefully as each swift hand movement landed upon the next number.

"Boss, there he is, should we introduce ourselves? Or do you think that maybe we need to stay back and allow you to...." A rather sluggish looking man spoke while Clockwork simply continued to marvel at his little trinket. "No, Moxy, No I am afraid that neither of those ideas suit me as of right now." Clockwork smirked and stood from his seat just to now get a better look upon his mark and the sudden appearance of what appeared to be a Jester of some kind. "You see Moxy. Mr. Niac arrived approximately 5 minutes and 28 seconds late to the arrival he needed in order to do business with me. The true pleasure of business is arriving on time with a bit of curtesy to be expected.

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#, as written by Rulke
The Middle Eastern man dressed in his formal business suit uncreased completely impeccable as appearances did matter even in a scum haven like this place was, even just a cursory look around the dilapidated streets did not increase his opinion in fact his opinion continued to be lowered. Rubbish, discarded needles lying everywhere, the smell of filth and grime permetating and aggressively molesting ones nostrils. It was a labour to even move through this place, and boarded up windows and doors all over the place while graffiti assaulted much of the brickwork and stone around. The pavements slabs were uneven or completely gone while the road signs had been destroyed or bent into such shapes that seemed unreal. This place needed some TLC and more he travelled through this place he grew to despise it.

Fortunately for him travelling through here should be dangerous, but people who approached him as easy target were suddenly hit with sense of pure disquiet that stung and made them unable to act. Malice rang off him and his aura exuded twisted unnerving hate, most junkies knew not to continue their idea of trying to rob him. Still he occasionally saw and merely scoffed, one time even speaking, "Go back to the depths from whence you came whelp... I have business here..."

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#, as written by Obake
The masked showman watched silently as another figure appeared to him, dangling what appeared to be a gold watch while speaking to one of his colleagues. "You see Moxy, Mr. Niac arrived approximately 5 minutes and 28 seconds late to the arrival he needed in order to do business with me." Business? What kind of business? Obake continued to juggle his apples and oranges on the street corner, tilting his head slightly from under his smiling mask as Mr. Niac passed him, not in the least bit amused. "Go back to the depths from whence you came whelp... I have business here..." Business? What kind of business, he wondered. The silent street peddler mimed his way backwards away from Mr. Niac, perching himself against the corner of an old cracked stone building. Obake would watch quietly from within the shadows of the eaves, still noticeable as the setting sun shined down the street where they all were standing. But there in the alley ways and side streets, there was no hope of sunlight. There in the darkness, was a place that very few people ever wanted to venture alone. Obake stopped juggling and placed the fruit back in his knapsack before picking up his violin. Placing his hat on the ground, he pulled out the wand for his violin and slowly began playing a fine melody. It was a familiar song called 'The Devil's Trill Sonata.'

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#, as written by Marcus
Clockwork smiled and watched his mark. The timepiece he carried seemed to tick ever so slower and the world around them almost seemed to come to a stop.

"How cliché." Clockwork spoke up as he looked at the frozen mug of his associate only to then waltz on over to the slowed and almost incomprehensible tune of The Devil's Trill. The Englishman simply looked over the briefcase and smiled. If he had more time than what was granted then maybe the contents would be more enthralling than what was simply hushed away.

Instead the devious master of time simply left a business card in the appropriate pocket while things remained smooth and slow and even tipped the courtier with the violin a good twenty. It was only when he took up his seat once more that time began to flow normally and Clockwork remained smiling as he pocketed his watch.

"Moxy. Offer that musician a twenty."

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#, as written by Rulke
Even if he had been aware of this business going on around him, he would have dismissed it without care. To him these were lowly ingrates not worth his time and were the exact scum he wished to have away from this place, his vision was to utterly gentrify the area, knock down the slums, kick out the worms and maggots making their homes their and leave them without a place, you had to break a few eggs to make an omelette and he cared little for their sob-stories. They were parasites in a system he intended to crush. He would also rebuild the park, demolish the decrepit locations and completely modernize the area, that was Mr Niac's vision and once the outcry had ceased through whatever means, whether having to silence people or bribe them, this place would would become a jewel of Terra.

Of course it would be only limited to the upper class and those with lots of money, after all money talks and they don't destroy good work. He already had plans drawn up, because Mr Niac had a way of persauding people to give them what he wanted, he had been compared to another Real-Estate Mogul, although he had found such comparison utterly unflattering. Besides he had far more class than that cunt, oh yes.

Nonetheless he kept walking gripping his briefcase, just moving slowly through the streets, each person who saw him an opportunity waiting to happen, learning quickly this was not the case, not at all.

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#, as written by Obake
As the masked jester began playing his violin, time suddenly seemed to slow down almost to a complete stop. The clouds in the sky stopped moving. The birds in the sky stopped flying. The man with the briefcase had been suddenly frozen. Obake himself was frozen in time, his music becoming ever so slow to those who could still hear it. Only the tiny gnats around Obake's head kept buzzing silently, as if ineffected by whatever time-stopping device had caused this standstill. These tiny winged creatures, which seemed almost invisible to the naked eye, continued to buzz around Obake's body even when everything else stopped moving. There was little chance that Clockwork would even see the gnats buzzing around, but if he did, he would notice that they weren't really flies at all. These were miniature drones, invented and designed by the jester himself.

Suddenly, everything went back to normal and time moved at regular pace again. The man with the briefcase kept walking, while Obake continued to play The Devil's Trill Sonata on his violin. From behind the mask, Obake looked down and noticed a small blinker on his wristband. It was a tiny light which informed him that there had been a slight disturbance in the forces of nature. As he continued to play his violin, he finished the song and bowed out to his audience. Placing the violin down, Obake reached for his hat, only to notice that someone had snuck him a twenty dollar bill. He retrieved the money and placed the turban back on his head before disappearing into the shadows of the alley way. There was more he had to do now. His invention had worked, but it was still in need of some minor adjustments. Just then, a voice came through his ear piece. It was a mysteriously unknown figure who nobody had ever seen before. Obake was being watched from up above via satellite by his trusted companions, who sat aboard a space vessel, ready to deploy at any moment.

"Shall I send my band to assist you?" Someone asked Obake through the telecommunicator. "No, I don't think so," Obake replied as he walked down the dark alley way. "I think I just found the missing piece to my puzzle," Obake said as he played with the blinker on his wristband. What strange force was this? Who had caused it? Obake immediately suspected it may have been the man with the clock, but without much to go on, he brushed the thought aside and instead focussed on his next assignment. Obake needed to design a suit that would enable him to counter any sort of time flux that might interfere with his future operations. In this line of work, the jester needed vast amounts of patience and observation skills. Wars were based on 99% strategy and only 1% action, so he needed to plan his victories carefully before going into battle. The flies continued to buzz around him swiftly, each one inspecting different areas on his bodysuit. They were looking for weaknesses and tracking devices in his costume. Obake did not seem to notice their scanning him as he turned the corner and made his way up a flight of stairs to the top of one of the old sandy colored stone structured buildings in Flora.

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#, as written by Marcus
Clockwork gave his men orders to follow Mr. Niac while he himself began to slow time once more and searched the entire city for the locale that the entertainer had gone. It was when he found Obake that Clockwork allowed time to continue once more as it should.

"Out of all the tiny ticks you seem to be the most interesting. A timely performance on your behalf." Clockwork glanced over the edge and looked down at his men as they continued to follow his orders. "Tell me what you were doing in the alleyway?"

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Even if he had noticed, Mr Niac continued to walk away from the street he was on heading slowly towards his main destination. If things went according to plan he could begin to tear this place down in a month. No doubt the mayor of this place was an utter coward who was under the cow of the various mafias and such in the area. The place was rife with corruption, when you heard about Flora the words Rape, Murder, Corruption, Embezzlement, Lies, Shoot-outs and much more were generally among the headlines. Mr Niac knew he was doing this place a favour and really who the hell would want this place to remain. It was an eye-sore, utterly abhorrent in its appearance and not worthy of his attention except to fix it.

No this would not take long at all, this time next month he could have the workers come in and start blowing up these buildings or flattening them, to make room for his plans, his plans of revitalising the area.

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Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos dominated the streets of Flora daily; from the constant shootings to the 'excessive force' exorcised by what little law enforcement was to be had in this realm, it was like a Hell on Earth. And all of the destruction and death was fueled by the laughing tyrant who conducted and orchestrated most of the violence among the people all on his own.

Banadar reclined within his seat in his own building within Flora, a large grin upon his face as he watched through the security feeds of various city streets. There he witnessed the events unfold of various public crimes, and their eventual pursuit from what little police existed around the area. It was wonderful...like a constantly repeating cycle of destruction, it perpetuated. Of course, he could always send the Corrupted Knights out to cause more trouble or quash any trouble getting out of hand. After all, to keep the cycle of death and chaos repeating, one must stop it from growing too out of hand if it ever gets to that point.

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#, as written by Marcus
Clockwork frowned as his mark vanished. No amount of time distortion would aid in finding the man. Instead Clockwork doubled his efforts in finding Mr. Naic.

The time villain eventually found the man with the briefcase and his henchmen who seemed to follow behind in a rather sloppy manner. He would be sure to deal with them later.

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#, as written by Obake
It didn't take Obake very long to make up his mind on what to do next. He wasn't being followed by any biological lifeforms at the moment, which made his ability to think much clearer. He got the sense that perhaps Ascendant was analyzing him, but it wasn't abnormal for an android to do such things and Obake did not appear to be threatened by them. After all, his own miniature drones were still buzzing around the warehouse, analyzing everything for themselves. Obake was not alone in the area, despite his appearances. He took one last look at the list before placing the data unit into his pocket for safe keeping.

"I am Ascendant. I send myself. If you are speaking of my creator, well, he and I are business partners... and friends," Ascendant responded in a robotic voice while remaining perfectly motionless. Obake listened carefully as his insectoid drones buzzed around above them, scanning Ascendant, Obake and everything else in the immediate vicinity. One of the tiny winged bots would even land on Ascendant's shoulder, prodding him with its own little sensory devices like a common housefly searching for food. Obake's fly-bots were non-threatening, small and nearly unnoticeable to anyone unless they were paying close attention. Other droids could probably sense them and Obake often wondered how AI-programs interacted with each other, but it was a small matter and after many years the masked human grew accustomed to such strange technology.

While all of this was going on, a few of Obake's bug-bots would detect two hidden cameras in the corner of the abandoned warehouse which appeared to still be active. The red lights on the cameras signified that perhaps Obake and Ascendant were being watched through the security feeds by someone else. However, Obake did not seem to notice or care as he kept his attention focused on the giant 7-foot-tall android in front of him. "I have the currency with me now," Ascendant stated as two assassin droids exited his escort freighter. Shortly afterwards, Ascendant's astromech droid followed behind them and approached Ascendant, who began petting it like a cat. Quickly studying the situation, Obake determined that perhaps all of them shared a mental connection of some kind. Most droids did, just like his miniature bug-bot drones that were flying around. Ironically, however, Obake did not appear to feel endangered at all. His heart beat remained calm and relatively normal, as if he had already been dealing with this kind of technology for several years.

"Well in that case, I might be able to help you out a little bit." Obake was never willing to hand over anything without being paid first, but for the right price, there was also nothing he couldn't get done. Even if there was something he couldn't get his hands on, Obake would be able to find the person who could get it. "Unfortunately, I don't have any of this stuff with me right now. I can get you a good amount of pyramite, but it's very rare. I don't know about one-thousand-tons of pyramite, but I can definitely have a shipment sent to you." Obake waited impatiently for his armor upgrade to finish downloading as he continued to speak. "I can probably also get you a central control nexus and an arm module capable of long-range activity. I can't get the other things on that list right now, but I can arrange a meeting for you with the one who can." Obake was referring to his unknown companion, the mysterious voice who had spoken into his earpiece.

"A single uncharged pyramite crystal runs for about $1-million. That's without etherine capabilities. It takes centuries for these crystals to grow, I don't think your creator understands the value of it. It only grows in one specific cave on one specific planet, inhabited by a race of beings that I would not dare to cross. But luckily, I am friends with their commander. I can get you 500 pounds of uncharged pyramite without etherine properties within 3 days and have it sent directly to your ship. I'll give you a good deal on it. I'll throw in the arm module and the central control nexus and give you a 20% discount on everything." Obake raised his arm in front of him, pulling up his own wristband module and calculator. He would input the numbers into his computer and calculate the cost of everything right there on the spot. "Let's see, 10 crystals is equal to 1 pound. Multiply that by 500 pounds, that's five-thousand pyramite crystals. An arm module that turns into a long-range rail gun and 1 central control nexus. I'll just go ahead and throw those in and we'll round off and say it's going to be..." A small blinker on his wristband informed Obake that the upgrade on his body armor was now fully complete. "$5-billion, cash."

As he said this, Obake's bug-bots suddenly attacked the security cameras in the corner of the warehouse, using miniature welding devices on their labellums to disable the monitoring feeds of whoever might be watching them. Obake and Ascendant were now unsupervised, at least by any local law enforcement agencies. "That's a lot of money, but I can take payments. It doesn't have to be all at once. What I can do for you is break up the shipments into smaller packages. I'll send out 5 shipments, that way you only owe me 5 payments of $1-billion each." Obake looked up at Ascendant, assuming that the droid was processing everything he was saying. By now, Obake's bodysuit had changed properties and there was no way for Ascendant to monitor his heart-rate. "If you have $1-billion on you right now, I can have the first shipment sent to you in 3 days." Obake waited for Ascendant to react, as his tiny winged drones buzzed curiously around the assassin droids.

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Ascendant's three hundred-sixty degree sensors took note of the small, buzzing drones as soon as they came into his line of sight, mostly because of the fact his auditory sensors alerted him to their presence, and he zoomed in, however, he didn't care much for them, and instead enjoyed the sound of the buzzing drones, taking in their sight. He watched Obake curiously, knowing that he would have smiled at the strange man if he could have, due to the fact that the jester was quite the fun individual. Of course, Ascendant didn't know he was a jester, he just liked the man's appearance. You see, Ascendant's education didn't take give him any lessons on the appearances of jesters, and, though Obake was far different than any other He took a side note on the cameras, which were so small he had to zoom in to see what the drones were buzzing over.

"How amusing. Buzzing over." Ascendant's assassin droids stepped back, going outside to the Lupine Adversary since they weren't needed right then, right there. Ascendant didn't see Obake as an immediate threat, and the assassin droids were simply completely unnecessary. Another droid, however, would return shortly with several suitcases filled with minted precious metals, and actual monetary currency.

"A single uncharged pyramite crystal runs for about $1-million. That's without etherine capabilities. It takes centuries for these crystals to grow, I don't think your creator understands the value of it. It only grows in one specific cave on one specific planet, inhabited by a race of beings that I would not dare to cross. But luckily, I am friends with their commander. I can get you 500 pounds of uncharged pyramite without etherine properties within 3 days and have it sent directly to your ship. I'll give you a good deal on it. I'll throw in the arm module and the central control nexus and give you a 20% discount on everything." Ascendant listened to the man's voice, and took note of the fact that he could make use of a voice modulator so that he could change it to whatever he wanted with a mere push of a button, or a neural impulse, if he really wanted something effective. That could mask his voice, as the droid knew stealth and keeping hidden, and untracked, was immensely important to the individual before him. Ascendant gave a nod, handling the data unit, and went into thought about what else he needed, as he knew now that he would need to reiterate his wants, and needs. A&I Technologies had what was referred to as "unlimited funding" by lawyers, and finance workers, which allowed the company and its high ranking officials (with approval), to make purchases with a very high amount of resources.

"$5-billion, cash." Obake had said, and Ascendant handed him the modified data unit. It would project onto the ground the list of items that Ascendant required, now modified as he thought of several things wanted.

  • 24 mobile cloaking modules for use on droids, drones, and power armor
  • 2 cloaking devices, one for the capital-sized ship the Hallowed Dagger, and a standard cloaking device for the Lupine Adversary
  • 1 arm module capable of transforming itself into a long-ranged rail gun
  • 1 central control nexus connected to Ascendant, that allows him to take control of droids and drones in the network, without taxing his command and control processor (a very rare commodity)
  • 12 automated UCAVs
  • 3 Ascendant bodies, connected to the central nexus on the Hallowed Dagger that extends Ascendant's control to command these bodies without taxing his command and control processor
    On-board long & short ranged teleportation systems for the Hallowed Dagger, and the Lupine Adversary
  • 500 pounds of pyramite (without etherine capabilities)
  • 150 pounds of pyramite (with etherine capabilities)
  • Stealth technology (for Ascendant, his droids, the Lupine Adversary, and the Hallowed Dagger)
  • Complete Propulsion System Overhaul (for Ascendant), capable of allowing Ascendant to function underwater, as well
  • 12 Automated Droid Workstations (an automated workstation where a droid can be upgraded, created, et cetera)

((OOC: Sorry for the OOC Obake, but I would like a PM with the detailed tech descriptions of everything I purchased, and a detailed description of the pyramite crystals. Both with, and without, etherine capabilities. If you need help writing the crystals, I will aid you, but I expect high quality tech descriptions from you to be completely original :P However, it's not necessary for the tech descriptions. I would take a detailed list of features, as well, so that I could write it myself))

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Flora; a hellish pit stop on the road to Wing City. The Convoy of fifteen whitewashed Tech Con vehicles found themselves moving along the streets of Flora.

The thundering of the truck engines, the protesting moan of the Tylium-Diesel engines in each of the precision crafted Aschen machines, echoed through the run down buildings of Flora, with the dust cloud hovered above the convoy. Fifteen white trucks, eight of them resembling the Toyota HiLux, with various implements of war mounted upon them, and six large white washed Armored personnel carriers made their way towards Flora. Each of these armed vehicles were guarding a large white Tech Con eighteen-wheeler truck, inside the trailer was a Thunderbolt missile, a long range Interstellar Missile employed by the Aschen Empire, and mounted on the missile was a Tricobalt warhead that amounted to a high-yield upwards of 20,000 teracochranes, which was capable of rending space-time itself, and tearing a short-lived hole directly into subspace.

The narrow dusty streets afforded a poor engagement zone for the mercenaries of Convoy Alpha-fifteen, but the multitude of cover, and the general array of the city afforded it's own advantages; advantages that Security Chief Callandra Henderson, the young Security captain of the entire Tech Con RDA Detatchment had to consider as her eyes glossed over the map of Flora.

"This place is a dump." She commented off hand to her second in command, and her right-hand-man Arren Valaj, the muscular Korkea Kallio tribesman, a native of the planet Langara that was not part of the Colonial Aschen settlers. Arren offered a curt nod, as his eyes wandered outside the window of the Technical.

His calm meditation was interrupted abruptly by the sound of a mercenary's voice, the voice cut through the dull roar of the Technical like a knife through butter.

"I got something on the DRADIS." He commented, and both Arren and Callandra turned to face the man, as he held up a portable tablet.

Bishop merely let out an audible grunt, as he turned to go back to his own datapad.

Callandra turned to the Disruptor rifle housed on a secure rack between the front and rear seats, the truck shifted only slightly as it went over a bump, and she grasped the radio.

"All units cease advance, we've got something on DRADIS." She called out, and the entire convoy of vehicles ground to a halt, engines protested and brakes squealed.

The denizens of Flora gave the Tech Con convoy a wide berth, given the Aschen's reputation here on Terra, it seemed fairly wise to simply avoid them. And so the various miscreants hid within the buildings, as the Tech Con security captain opened the driver door to her truck, and stepped out, flanked by a squad of Tech Con mercs that disembarked from the APC Directly behind them.

Callandra grabbed the Disruptor rifle from within the truck, while the Mercenary on the mounted gun swiveled the rotary plasma cannon to bear forward. Arren was directly behind the Captain, with Bishop stepping out third.

The Alteran mercenary looked up, his mind wandering into the surrounding buildings, his lips pursed from behind his skull mask, and he held out his hand. It was gestured towards a large warehouse before them.

"I sense something, we'll need to clear that warehouse before we proceed." Bishop said calmly, as Callandra nodded. "Tairns, Katrine, you're with me, Valaj, Bishop, take point. Everyone else. Guard that warhead with your lives." Callandra ordered, as she checked her disruptor rifle.

"Bounding overwatch, make use of cover. Let's roll!"

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Even if Mr Niac had taken notice of the proceedings occuring he ignored them until he came to a fresh area on Flora. The damage sign on the road read Tiln's Street. From what he read of the blueprints of this place this was where the Police HQ was located. It was not where he was intending to go, but it would be a start and perhaps by going in there he could get answers. There were also very ugly apartment complexes with denizens who acted more like rodentia than people. He could see them eyeing him, and he sneered quietly, "Rats and Mice come out, come out if you keep eyeing and wishing to paw me. I will hurt you all. Back now to the shadows where you belong, for you can't halt progress." they heard it, or his dark malign aura drove them away, but they watched, they kept watching.

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Obake accepted the modified data unit from Ascendant, noticing that his assassin droids had turned to leave the warehouse towards their spaceship. As this was happening towards the front door of the abandoned warehouse, a convey of large trucks came to a sudden stop towards the back door of the warehouse. Obake immediately sensed it was bad news, considering he could hear the loud eighteen-wheeler semi-truck coming from half a mile away. There weren't many other intelligent lifeforms on this side of the dusty city, only the occasional vagabonds and lone riders. Obake knew right away by the sound of their engines and the number of their exhausts that something was not right. He placed the data unit into his pocket and grabbed two of the briefcases that the other droid had in its possession, one filled with minted precious metals and one filled with actual money. Instinctively, the White Eagle had to cancel their business deal for another time, so he didn't bother to grab the other briefcases. Those would only weigh him down and stall his precious plans.

"Did you hear that?" The masked joker asked...

Just then, the shield opened up on Obake's hovercraft. He had pushed a little button on his wristband which caused the windshield to slide open into the rearside roof of the vehicle. "I hope you have life insurance," the jester said jokingly with a bit of mild sarcasm as he climbed over the side of the hovercraft and slid into the cockpit. He was speaking to an android, after all, and wondering if Ascendant could even compute laughter or what it meant to be sarcastic. Not that it mattered, since all of Obake's u-flies were soon buzzing around Ascendant in a small swarm with more concentration on the droid's sensory mechanisms. They seemed to attack all at once, as a simultaneous unit. The bugbots approached Ascendant from many different angles and directions, specifically targeting the droid's vision, hearing, vocals, sensors and any mechanical joints that might effect the droid's movement. They were alerted to these areas by one of the bugbots that had previously landed on Ascendant's shoulder and began secretly probing for weaknesses. The hive-mind of the bugbots allowed all of them to act as a single swarm, which sometimes gave Obake the element of surprise. In either case, the bugbots were soon prodding at Ascendant with tiny etherine lasers in an attempt to disable the android just like they had disabled the security cameras.

As if that wasn't enough, Obake suddenly raised a rather large hand cannon and pointed it at the other droid which brought out the briefcases, firing a beam of bright blue etherine which blasted a fist-sized hole into the center of its chest-plate. Watching the droid fall over, now disabled lifelessly, Obake then turned and pointed the hand cannon at Ascendant while his white painted face-mask grinned motionlessly. It was a cheap shot and he knew it. He pulled the trigger, firing a blast of blue energy at Ascendant before activating the force-field on his hovercraft. Obake laughed menacingly as the windshield came sliding down over the dashboard in front of him. Dropping the hand cannon into the seat beside him, he grabbed the joystick and hit the thrusters, ramming his hovercraft straight through the garage door into the front parking lot just as the Tech Con team was approaching the back of the warehouse. Obake wasn't about to stick around. Within seconds, he was back on his way to flying across the landscape at incredible speeds. Looking down at his computer screen, Obake suddenly became curiously interested in Clockwork again. The bugbot he had placed into Clockwork's pocket appeared to show exactly where he was located. Soon, Obake was heading back towards the way he came from, to the vicinity of Clockwork and Mr. Niac.

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Soulburst, an enormous battle carrier of Asphodelian design was stationed on the dark side of the moon, hovering just above the moon's surface. Its design was that of a hybrid mix between an Asphodelian frigate or aircraft carrier and a destroyer warship. Soulburst was not just any spaceship, it was an entire space station with an Asphodelian crew that numbered in the hundreds. The captain of this spacecraft was Prince Sin Asphodel, the second heir to the Asphodelian throne. He was there with his crew to watch over one of their own, a human being by the name of Obake who had gone down to Flora City to scout the area and gather information about the local inhabitants. Little did anyone know that Prince Sin had setup a surveillance grid around the entire region of the planet and had been watching everything that was going on for quite some time.

Prince Sin had watched Clockwork freeze time, an event which caused Prince Sin to contact Obake through his earpiece. Sin had also watched the android Ascendant and informed Obake of the droid's status. Sin had watched the Tech Con trucks pull up to the building where Obake was located. He was also aware of the man in the camera station who had been watching the building from a distance when his cameras were suddenly destroyed by Obake's bugbots. Prince Sin was watching everything on his holographic display interface, making sure that his friend Obake was never alone, even if he appeared to be in danger. Sin zoomed in on Obake's hovercraft as the masked jester glided swiftly across the landscape. Obake had said the magic word, a code signal which informed Sin Asphodel that it was time to act.

Within seconds, Sin hit a button which launched a drone from Soulburst's hull around the moon's surface and down into the planet's cloudy atmosphere. The drone had a tracking device on it which narrowed in on Obake's hovercraft in Flora, causing it to descend like a frisby upon his location. The coordinates had been set to a destination not too far from Clockwork and Mr. Niac, in a place that had been preset and arranged by Obake and Sin in case things went wrong. As the disk-like drone struck the planet's surface and hit the ground, it opened up and transformed into a small platform. As Obake's hovercraft made its way over the platform, Obake's entire vehicle would be teleported into the docking bay on Sin's space station. As this happened, the platform itself would close back up again and it too would be teleported back to the space station along with Obake's hovercraft so that nothing foreign could aboard Soulburst.

Prince Sin would not go down to the docks to greet him right away. Instead, he watched his displays to make sure that everything on Soulburst was in working condition. Seeing that the cloaking apparatus was in effect to disguise his ship and ensure invisibility in space, Sin made sure that there was enough power and energy to guide the station back to his sister's planet, where they would stop at the lab to take another sample of Obake's blood for their experiments. Sin knew that Obake did not particularly enjoy the Asphodelian's experiments, but such tests were necessary and vital for the advancement of Sin's species. When it was established for sure that Obake was on-board the battle carrier, the Asphodelians took to their stations and soon, Soulburst was warping through the galaxy at light-speed, heading for another galaxy in an entirely different realm altogether. They were heading for the Bluestar Galaxy, to a most dangerous solar system.

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Mr Niac got out of his car and approached the rather quaint abode. Now, this would be perfect. As always he was prepared for what he offered. Carrying a large brief-case he would approach the door and knock, waiting patiently. There were few who could say Mr Niac was a kind man, but he was fair and he intended to fully prove that the current owners here that his offer was far more beneficial to them. He had recently come into ownership for areas of Lutetia including a view public venues like a Bar, Night Club and even a Casino, but his gambit was a Night Club/Bar known as Crimson Moon formally owned by a vagrant named Lord Rhoenen part of the Noveue-Riche of Lutetia, but it was a fine place and had great living quarters as well as isolation from Wing City if that is what his client seeks, then he shall deliver. The Deeds were also cheap for the price as it far benefitted Mr Niac for Lutetia to become a haven.

So with that, he waited ever ready to sell.

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A matte black envelope arrived with the mail. It was sealed with crimson, glittering wax pressed with a symbol infamous around the various regions of Aslund: The Vankoryth Detente’s crest. When in the hands of the intended recipient the envelope would turn to dust. Left behind, a deckle-edged invitation. It was handwritten in calligraphy, the closed loops of some letters narrow and long, flourishes at the end of every open curve.

Greetings
JAMES TIMBER
and his companion
MIRAY

You have been cordially invited to attend a most spectacular evening and dinner party, hosted by
ZOSIMOS
Of
THE VANKORYTH DETENTE

We hope to greet you, in formal attire, across the threshold of
CASTLE VANKORYTH
On the eve of the coming
NEW MOON
For an evening of fine wining and dining.
RSVP however you please - we hope you will join the night and be our guests.

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It would be as James was reading the invitation to what he assumed was a Vampire's party that there was a knock on their door. H set the letter down, and grunted as he stood. It had been a lazy day for him, still in his bed-clothes of a baggy t-shirt, sweat-pants, slippers, and a bathrobe over it all. His beard had come in nicely and his hair was shaggy. He brushed it away from his face with a hand before opening the door, Emerald Eyes taking in the sharply dressed Mr. Niac as he held the door only half-way open, half of his face revealed. He squinted slightly and grunted softly, his lip twitching.

"How can I help you?" He asked. His voice was Gravelly and strong. He wasn't standing at his full height either, and he was cautious of this man in a suit who dared come onto his land, his territory. However his weariness wasn't too obvious outside of his body language of partially hiding behind the door. "If you're trying to buy my land, the answer will be no. If you're trying to take it, you will not succeed. I have done everything legally. This land, the cattle on it, the dogs, the house, and the vehicles are all mine or..." he paused. What was Miray to him? His mate? Lover? Mere companion? She was all those things for him. "...Or my wife." he finished after a second, making it seem like he paused only to take in a short breath.

James' critical eyes could see that there was more beneath the surface of this man's eyes, and his enhanced Werewolf senses could tell that he wasn't from around here. If not Wing City, then perhaps not even Terra. For a moment James' eyes moved off to the distance, where he watched some of the dogs he and Miray had adopted playing in the yard near the fence leading to the pasture where the cattle grazed peacefully.

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Mr Niac merely lightly smiled with a warmness exuding a calm unlike humanly possible, "You may believe that but I am here to prove otherwise. I am Mr Niac, I am a collector of sorts and I recently came into ownership of some land far away from Wing City on an entirely different continent." pausing he would produce some papers from the briefcase, "There a city that is bursting with opportunity for enterprising individuals if they would accept. The location I am trying to provide you is a Bar and Nightclub once owned by a powerful Drug Lord but recently was repossessed as was much of Lutetia." he would try read the reaction that the name got, before continuing, "Imagine just what an individual or individuals of your calibre could do? I don't need to tell you that Wing City a hell hole and you are still on the same continent as it. Not to mention only last year there was a major catastrophe. Surely it is far better to bring up a kid in a place with fewer horrors being inflicted on a daily basis." exhaling he would show the deed, "It is known as The Crimson Moon and yes it may have the reputation but I am sure someone like yourself could make the place more legitimate."

He would then produce a document outlying just where it is, "Caeramore, admittedly is the Red Light District of Lutetia formally, but it is not nearly as dangerous as it once was. I have made sure myself personally since you are a family man and you deserve the best. Not to mention you would be with your own kin in this place. Lutetia welcomes all races regardless and I fully intend to make Lutetia a haven for you all. The only cost is you must sign over your deed." he smiled warmly but a werewolf could easily read this man was a predator and it was would be dangerous to refuse him.

It was all an act.

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Mr Niac was let into the entrance hall by the attendant. He had to admit he was impressed, it was an impressive castle that much was certain. Nonetheless, he had Business and could marvel later. He had Lessard families had all but died out except for a few loose heirs there was the need for a careful but strong hand in Lutetia to keep order. This is where the Detente came in, although no longer nearly as influential as they once were they still had stakes no pun intended. They controlled Verinotte Hollow a small village, but enough that Mr Niac considered worthy of his attention.

Thus, he would wait.

as for what he was offering no mere building but an entire Quarter of Lutetia known as Vargeras. A definite fixer upper but also the top location for nightlife and perfect for an enterprising group to stake their claim in.

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James saw through the act quite easily, but put up his own, opening the door just slightly as he listened to the man's offer. The werewolf raised an eyebrow slowly as Mr. Niac spoke, going on and on about the wondrous property he had to sell for the meager price of the deed to James' land, and everything he'd built, most of it with his bare hands or with professional contractors. As his intentions became more clear, James began to close the door again, the corner of his eye twitching, narrowing and showing his weariness.

"Why would I want to be around more of my own kind unless they were my own Children? Others breed trouble and stupidity, and cannot be reasoned with. That's why I left that life long ago." He said, almost growling it out, his distaste for other werewolves, or at least the wild ones of his kin, apparent. "My Wife consequently would not be comfortable there either. I'm going to have to decline your offer." He added.

Seeker's Ranch was far enough from Wing City to be untouched by the insanity that was the almost monthly invasions or disasters, and even during the Super Volcano incident, was isolated enough to sustain only what could be classified as minor damage for a quake of that size: The Barn collapsed entirely, Killing a few Cows and a Calf or two. James could recover, and sold what he could of the animals to get money to buy what he needed to begin rebuilding the Barn, which currently was in need of siding and a fresh paint, but otherwise was mostly done. The dropping of the name Lutetia did nothing for James, who had lived on Aslund all his life, and either didn't even know of such a place, or didn't care enough to have any sort of reaction to its utterance.

What exactly was this man after?