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Obake

Majister Obake (formerly Minstrel Obake) is the Royal Ambassador of the Sith Empire under Darth Morviel, and of the Asphodelian Princedom of Sin Asphodel, as well as a capitalist with a monopoly over Utonium alloys, Etherine and Pyramite crystals.

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

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Disclaimer: this character sheet is currently undergoing some updates, and may be subjected to changes here in the near future. Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter #01:
An unknown American soldier identified only by the codename White Eagle (a former U.S. Marine and top secret undercover sleepercell agent with MARSOC) infiltrated a Yakuza headquarters in Tokyo, Japan and successfully assassinated four important Yakuza scientists while simultaneously wiping out an entire Yakuza neo-ninja organization using their own weapons against them. White Eagle retrieved valuable and fragile information from the Yakuza pertaining to secret advanced weapons research, A.I. engineering and other potential future technologies which could possibly alter the fate of humankind. This earned him the nickname Agent Obake among the Yakuza, or just Obake (a type of ghost, monster or boogieman in Japanese folklore). Following this event, the former Lieutenant Commander was promoted to the rank of a Field Captain and retired from the U.S. military. However, these events would haunt him later on as the remaining Yakuza kingpins hired Soviet hitmen to find out who Agent Obake was and track him down with the intentions of kidnapping him, torturing him for information and then executing him in the traditional and excruciatingly painful Soviet style, which was known to be very bloody and messy.

Chapter #02:
Shortly after retiring from the military, Captain Obake joined the newly established S.O.S. and became one of America's first experimental Space Marines to orbit the Earth for military reasons. Captain Obake was commissioned on a top secret black project involving the investigation of a potential Soviet attack against U.S. satellites. After some time in outer space, Captain Obake was unexpectedly sucked into a mysterious wormhole which instaneously teleported him to a different dimension. He was 28-years-old when he entered the wormhole in 2012CE, but he was only 18-years-old when he came out the other side. He was still in the Milkyway, but inside a different universe. His hair and eye color had changed. His senses were increased. Obake suddenly had become a younger, faster, stronger, smarter superhuman with special abilities. Meanwhile, loss of contact with Captain Obake as he went through the wormhole caused the S.O.S. to list him as M.I.A. and he was presumed officially dead in 2012CE (these events would later alter history in several dimensions of timespace). Obake was still alive, but his spaceship was out of control. He crash landed on planet Terra in the Milkyway, where he was captured by the Sith Emperor, Darth Morviel.

Chapter #03:
After some time as a Sith prisoner of war, Obake found favor with Darth Morviel who freed him and appointed him as Minstrel Obake, the Emperor's royal jester and advisor to the throne. Minstrel Obake was made a fool for the Emperor's entertainment. However, being much more clever now since his genetic mutation, Minstrel Obake was anything but a fool. He patiently waited for his chance to grow more powerful. Acquiring some scrap metal, obsolete technology and other materials from the Sith's junkyard, Obake slowly but surely built a new spacecraft. He also repaired a few droids and even managed to retrieve an old Jedi lightsaber that had been discarded. All the while he was slowly becoming more Sith-like as the Emperor tainted his mind, ushering Obake to become a bounty hunter in his fight against the Jedi rebellion. Obake's mind and willpower was very strong however, due to the presence of kirons in his blood that would counter the effects of the force, increasing his ability to resist midichlorian powers with each passing day. Soon he would become immune to the Sith's mind tricks, but continued to serve Darth Morviel willingly as a token of appreciation for not killing him when he had the chance. After a while, Obake was permitted to leave the planet on his own freewill. Taking some droids and a vile of 30,000 midichlorians aboard his new spaceship, Majister Obake took off once again into outer space, this time more powerful and better prepared.

Chapter #04:
Majister Obake was sent on a secret mission by Darth Morviel to explore outer space, gather intelligence and increase the Sith's political influence by establishing new alliances while learning about the Sith's enemies. Obake decided at first to return to his home planet and start there. He found another wormhole and with the hope of returning home, he went through it. But to his dismay, instead of returning home, Obake was transported to the Bluestar Galaxy in a closed area on the opposite side of the universe. Finding himself in uncharted space, Obake decided to land his spaceship on an unidentified nameless planet in the Silverstar System far away from home. Upon his landing, Obake was relieved to discover that the planet he had landed on was much like Earth in that the air was breathable. Not only that, but his systems indicated that there were also other lifeforms on this new planet. Obake landed his ship in a mountainous region on the outskirts of a sandy village. Although it was like a desert, there was an oasis in the mountains where he was able to gather food and supplies. He built a small post near the oasis where he conducted research, collecting data about the strange new world he was on. He studied the flora and fauna, taking samples of the soil and plantlife while researching new minerals and all that he could find. He spent months observing the inhabitants of the sandy village from a distance, trying to determine whether or not the locals would be hostile or friendly. After a while, he decided it would be a good idea to go down to the sandy village and make contact. But just as he was preparing to hike down from the mountains, another very creepy looking spacecraft unexpectedly arrived from the stars and descended upon the village. It was the Asphodelians, a terrifyingly powerful alien-like vampiric race from a nearby solar system. The ship's name was Soulburst and the commander's name behind it was Prince Sin of Asphodel, who had brought them there to hunt.

So begins...

Obake's Story

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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 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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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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Ascendant's metallic frame, which stood at a hefty 7 feet tall, had sought Flora out specifically to track down a highly capable weapons trader, known for the technology he had, and the hefty amount of pyramite under his control. Ascendant himself was an extremely capable inventor, at least besides Isaiah, but they didn't have high technology in the areas that were required. Ascendant watched Isaiah, nodding at the boyish, long lived 30 year old who had extended his life at age 17 to acquire immortality, as he had recently learned, through technology. Isaiah smiled, rising up and holding out a data chip that Ascendant scanned to acquire the list of things that Isaiah wanted, and combined it with what he 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
  • 1.2k tons of pyramite

Ascendant allowed his vocal modulator to come online, "I will go seek out this Obake. Are you sure he will provide technology of an adequate quality, my friend?" Ascendant placed a hand on Isaiah's shoulder, and the boy bit his bottom lip, tilting his head to the side, and humming as he connected two processors together. Ascendant wasn't sure what he was making, but the individual in front of him was completely confident that it would create an intelligent debugging protocol, with hardware included, for both the Hallowed Dagger, and Lupine Adversary.

"Of course, 'Cen! Go, go, go! I need that pyramite for the experiments." Isaiah rose up, and went to push Ascendant on the shoulder, his frame, surprisingly, having the ability to exert enough force to push the nearly 1-ton machination backwards, and out of the personal work space of the Hallowed Dagger that Isaiah had set aside for himself. Ascendant looked around the busy area of the ship, with the massive laboratory/engineering bay being left behind. Ascendant made way to the intelligent integrated docking port through the hallways of the ship. He was impatient in the fact that he had yet to acquire the teleportation systems for the ships. Those, and the rest of the order, would go towards greatly improving the Crew's equipment. Hopefully, all would go well, and he would be able to recruit this Obake into some sort of alliance as well.

About fifteen minutes later, Ascendant approached Obake, and waited patiently for him to finish up what he was doing, before, finally, he spoke with a mechanical voice.

"Hello. My name is Ascendant." He used his identification subprocessor to make sure the man he was speaking to was truly Obake, before choosing his next course of action. "You are Obake. I am here to acquire a list of the following items," a data unit ejected from his wrist, and he handed it to Obake. It was capable of projecting the list onto a surface to allow one to view whatever information was within the data unit.

"After that, we must speak, regarding something else of import."

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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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Obake made his way up a flight of stairs to the top of one of the old sandy colored stone structured buildings in Flora, making his way to the rooftop. There, he barely had time to analyze his situation before someone suddenly appeared behind him. "Out of all the tiny ticks you seem to be the most interesting," Clockwork said as he stood there looking at him. Obake glanced down in front of himself, very quietly and secretly turning the light off on his wristband so that nobody would see it as he turned around slowly to face the man who followed him. "A timely performance on your behalf," Clockwork said as he was probably studying Obake from the stairway. The painted jester did not respond, his mask smiling with a grin that said it all. Obake placed one hand in front of himself and one behind him before bowing slowly at the waist in a stereotypical opera-theater sort of way. His movement was that of balance and gracefulness as he bowed to Clockwork, showing his respect to the man. It was difficult to tell whether or not Obake was looking at Clockwork as he bowed, since the white mask covered his entire face. After bowing, however, he would stand upright again.

Clockwork would walk from the stairway to the edge of the rooftop, glancing over the side of the building to look at Mr. Niac and the group of men who were following him. "Tell me what you were doing in the alleyway," Clockwork demanded, while making sure that his men were carrying out his orders on the street below. But as he looked back up, Obake was gone. He had silently made a quick escape in just the split second that it took for Clockwork to look away. The masked figure was dressed like a fool, but there was much more to him than just his appearances. Not only did he disappear, but he also had one of his insect-drones fly into one of Clockwork's pockets. By the time Clockwork noticed or had tried to freeze time again, Obake would already be inside his vehicle. He had jumped down off the rooftop into the open cockpit of his hovercraft and closed the windshield. Although his bodysuit did not protect him from time manipulation, his hovercraft did. The utonium-based vehicle had a force-field around it that protected him against not only time manipulation, but other things as well. Not only that, but it was fast. Within only a few seconds, Obake was flying across the flat landscape out of the main city of Flora and into the desert, kicking up dust behind him as he headed towards the very dusty outskirts of Flora, about to leave the area completely.

As he made his way to the border, Obake suddenly slowed his hovercraft to a gradual stop. His monitor showed that he was being followed. Assuming it was Clockwork at first, he immediately spun his vehicle around and headed back towards one of the empty buildings on the other side of the city, miles away from where he had been before. He parked the hovercraft in an abandoned garage and sat inside the cockpit for a moment to gather his thoughts. "Bird's Nest, do you copy?" Obake was calling to his unknown companion in outer space. "White Eagle, this is Bird's Nest, standing by." Obake looked down at the display on his hovercraft's computer monitor. Hitting a few keys on the typing pad, he soon realized that it wasn't Clockwork like he had presumed. There was someone else following him, a totally different blip on his screen. "White Eagle to Bird's Nest, what can you tell me?" Within seconds, he received a response signal from outer space. "I'm not picking up any signs of life. Hold on..." Obake was confused, but waited patiently. "Bird's Nest to White Eagle, we have a lock on the target." That's what he was waiting for. Obake listened to see what his companions would say next.

"It's appears to be a droid..." A droid? Obake thought for a moment, wondering why a droid would be following him. "How long will it take to update my suit?" Obake asked the unknown figure on the other end of his tele-communicator. "I'm already on it, should only take a few more minutes," the mysterious voice answered. "I don't have a few more minutes," Obake replied back before turning his attention on the enviroment around him. He checked all of his weapons and gear before opening the windshield on his hovercraft. As the window opened, the tiny robotic flies began to spread out over the area, scanning everything in the immediate vicinity. Obake pulled out the twenty dollar bill that had been slipped into his turban earlier and scanned it with his wristband. Soon, a bunch of information appeared on his screen. "Benjamin Crocker, clockmaker and criminal, well that's interesting." Just then, Ascendant approached Obake, waiting patiently for him to finish up what he was doing before finally speaking out to him in a mechanical voice. "Hello. My name is Ascendant." He used his identification subprocessor to make sure the man he was speaking to was truly Obake, before choosing his next course of action. "You are Obake. I am here to acquire a list of the following items," a data unit ejected from his wrist, and he handed it to Obake.

The masked magician looked up at the droid as the list was projected on to the hood of his vehicle from Ascendant's data unit. Stupid droids, they have no emotion or consideration apart from what is programmed into them. At least that's how Obake felt, but he also knew the value of having droids which kept him from neglecting such technology. "After that, we must speak, regarding something else of import," Ascendant said while Obake was reading over the list. "Well," Obake thought for a second before continuing his response. "I hope you brought some currency," Obake said as he climbed out of his vehicle and shut the windshield. As soon as the cockpit was shut, the force-field was activated on his hovercraft. "This kind of stuff doesn't come cheap, who sent you?" Obake looked up at the droid who stood almost a whole foot taller than himself. By now, his drones had already inspected the area and were now examining the droid, studying its every detail. He was more than capable of helping the droid, but he wanted more information first. He was sure Clockwork was probably already on his way to find him, but Obake was hoping that the update on his bodysuit would prevent any further distractions. "How's it coming?" Obake said through his telecom, speaking to the mysterious voice on the other end. "Two more minutes," the voice responded into his earpiece. Obake looked back down at the list that was projected on the hood of his vehicle, thinking about his next move.

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He noted how the man perceived him through his analytical subroutines. Each subroutine was connected to his sensory input, and allowed him to monitor everything from heart beat, to facial expressions. Unfortunately, for the latter, this man was wearing a mask, and the mask was the only thing his sensors couldn't seem to bypass. Ascendant retracted his arm, and, if one looked closely, they'd notice various machinations attached to the droid. What seemed to be a laugh sounded off of Ascendant, and the five month year old droid pulled out a card for his credits. His 7 foot tall form would be capable of reacting within seconds, should Obake choose to assault him. Up in the atmosphere his superheavy cruiser was awaiting him to return, and it wouldn't be well noticed on any sensors. In fact, the stealth technology on it was sufficient enough to hide itself, should anyone attempt to find the cruiser.

"I am Ascendant. I send myself. If you are speaking of my creator, well, he and I are business partners... and friends." The droid replied, but remained motionless. Most droids would be looking everything over curiously, as their sensors were limited. Ascendant's, however, were not. Droids also didn't normally have other droids acting as servants.

"I have the currency with me now." Ascendant saw two droids exit his escort freighter from behind him, two IG-series assassin droids, but he kept focused on Obake. Shortly after those two exited the ship, his astromech droid followed behind them, and stood by Ascendant. Ascendant began to pet the astromech droid, as if it were a cat of some sort.

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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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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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  1. Please be mindful of typos, sentence fillers and autoing. Also be mindful of netiquette and OOC tone in future posts.

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  2. Refrain from posting out of turn

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  3. Please learn the rules of turn-based RPG and practice RPing with multiple players

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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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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.

The setting changes from Flora to The Undermarket

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A homeless man was pushing his stolen grocery cart through a scarcely populated underground subway station, wheeling several black hefty garbage bags filled with scrap metal, dirty clothes and other old trinkets he appeared to have collected while wandering the city. The hobo was wrapped in an old tattered brown shroud or blanket which covered his entire body, even covering his head like a hooded cloak. He kept his head down, concealing his face as he pushed his lifeless grocery cart out of the well-lit station and into one of the dark subway tunnels. Once he was in darkness, he would look behind himself to make sure he wasn't being followed before pushing his cart off to the side and disappearing into one of the dark corridors inside the subway tunnel. He was heading for a most unusual place far beneath Wing City.

As he came to the end of the corridor, there was nothing but a brick wall in front of him. The homeless vagabond would turn to look behind him again, making double sure that nobody was following him before he turned to look back at the wall. Although it appeared to be a dead end, there was more to this deep dark part of the corridor than met the eye. The hobo started feeling over the blank wall with his hands, as if looking for something. Soon, he found was he was searching for. He pushed one of the loose bricks deeper into the wall, suddenly causing the entire wall to move. A secret pathway appeared as the brick wall slid open sideways, revealing a dark metal stairway down into the hidden depths which led directly to the Undermarket.

As the aimless wanderer stepped through the doorway and down the metal staircase, the brick wall slowly slid closed behind him and the bricks re-aligned themselves as normal so that nobody on the other side of the wall would see this hidden entrance. The hobo had abandoned his stolen shopping cart and was now heading down to the Undermarket, slowly and carefully watching each step he took so as to be sure for certain that nobody would notice him. Once he finally reached the lowest level to the market place, he was not at all alarmed to see the commotion and chaos that had ensued all around. There was a blazing fire that appeared to cause quite a stir in one area, but a team of experts seemed to be struggling ceaselessly to control it. By now, people had been running in circles looking for an escape but there were not enough exits. As the homeless wanderling made his way through the carnival of vagabonds, freaks, mutants, rogues and ruffians, he seemed to blend right in. He tightened his old tattered brown blanket around himself and continued walking in a seemingly aimless direction.

It wasn't long before the hobo had stumbled on to one of the other streets of vendors and made his way to a row of garbage cans in a nearby alley way. He noticed a young lady who appeared to be carrying a lightsaber. The homeless man stopped and began watching Aryell Kendlav from beneath his hooded shroud, staying well hidden in the shadows away from all the commotion and pandemic caused by the blazing fire. There were a couple of other vagabonds and ruffians gathered together by the row of garbage cans, all dressed similar to him with their ragged pants and smelly jackets, tattered outfits and worn out blankets. It was the perfect disguise for someone who actually wasn't homeless at all. Obake, the double agent, had come down to the Undermarket specifically to gather supplies and trade information for the dark prince whose ship had carried him back to the Smuggler's Route, but now he had something else to consider as he glanced at the young Jedi.

Obake had kironic abilities but he wasn't Force sensitive, at least not in the same way Aryell was. Obake wasn't carrying a lightsaber with him. He wasn't a Jedi or a Sith, thus he did not have the stereotypical attire that the Jedi and Sith normally would have worn. Obake was something else, entirely different from anything the young Jedi would have ever seen before. As he pretended to dig through the garbage, Obake peered out from beneath the hood of his old dirty blanket and kept a watchful eye on Aryell from a considerable distance away. He was spying on her quietly for some strange reason, though it was unsure whether he was actually looking at Aryell or at those around her. He continued to rummage through the trash, being very careful not to give away his identity by looking suspicious or drawing attention to himself. After all, there were a few droids who had heard about Obake's attack on Ascendant and were now looking to assassinate him.

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As the young Jedi called out into the empty alleyway, as if there was someone there, Jeremy's track of thought was broken; his dark blue eyes flicked back to stare at Aryell, his head slightly cocked to the side as he stared at her with a look of confusion. "You crazy or something? No one's there." Jeremy stated, slightly worried about associating himself with some crazy woman or something like that. That is, until an alert popped up on his visor; it had detected movement not that far off, slowly heading closer before coming to a stop. However, this was in a different direction to where Aryell was calling out to. A second being? No, if there was two, another would have come up, perhaps Aryell had some ability to sense those who mask their presence with magic or similar.

And so, out of habit, Jeremy quickly pulled his rifle from it's clip on his armoured kilt. Quickly pointing it towards the row of garbage cans, his finger ready to pull the trigger. "Alright, Aryell. There must be some assholes coming at us, mind focusing on the invisible man you greeted?" He spoke out, his voice showing hints of annoyance as the two's little chat was rudely interrupted. Jeremy was going to ask Aryell an important question after all, a small call to assistance.

"Get out from there with all limbs on show. I don't want to have a single tentacle or whatever forms of limbs you use hidden. Understand?"

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Sony smirked, perfect, the guy in the armor couldn't pick her up, and she saw no probots in sight. She watched the two, the Jedi sensed her, what the Bantha shit was a Jedi doing out there in this backwater of a world ? The Sith wondered before stepping closer. Ignoring a nearby man digging through a dumpster the woman had seen too much of it on Nar Shaddaa and Zakuul to stomach. To her, surviving was the key. And all she needed to do was eliminate one last onbstcle. Her former Master. Darth Zash was going to fall.

Her latest.... Attempt, to eliminate Zash had presented itself in the form of a single Holo recordering of a robed being Sony had never seen in her life before. Which in turn directed her to this backwater world which she already hated beyond belief. In fact if it was up to her, she'd rather, much rather, be frozen solid in carbonite for Arcann to drool over. Nevertheless, she watched the two, one guy berating her... rather unintentional target, a random guy digging through the refuse. Yep, just like Nar Shaddaa, orZakuul undercity.

She moved two steps to her left when the man with the viser called to the man digging through the refuse, great, at least he was not yet talking directly to her, only the Jedi, the other Force User, had to be a Jedi, could sense her there, but not see her. She observed quietly the events unfolding before her. So far so good

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Obake was rummaging through the trash, spying on Aryell and her associates from a distance when all of a sudden, one of them pointed a rifle in his direction. Obake continued to rummage through the garbage, sticking both hands into one of the garbage cans to conceal them. There was another bum sitting against a wall next to the trashcans, but he appeared to also be non-responsive to the rifleman's gesture, due to a case of having been passed out drunk with a beer can still in his hand. As Obake stuck his hands in the trashcan and started fumbling around for scrap metal, he very discreetly pushed a button on his wristband. Oddly, nothing seemed to happen at all as he appeared to ignore everything around him.

A small group of flies would emerge from the trashcans, buzzing around very swiftly in small rapid circles before taking off in all different directions. Seeing the blinker on his wristband, Obake clicked it off before pulling a metal curtain rod out of the garbage and whacking it on the street corner. The blinker had informed him that the oxygen level was low in the entire Undermarket as a result of the fire that had engulfed the place. People were still panicking and running in all directions, ignoring the rifleman in the alleyway even when he started yelling. Obake remained calm and wiped his hand on his sleeve, reaching into his blanket and pulling out what appeared to be some sort of asthma inhaler. Taking an injection from it, Obake was able to breathe better. At least for a little while. He was still a little concerned for others.

Other people around him were slowly suffocating, although most of them didn't even know it yet. As he continued to rummage through the trash, Obake coughed lightly and pulled an old pair of shoes out from one of the garbage cans. Obake was not Force-sensitive, so he wasn't aware of the Sith who had been walking behind him. It wasn't until a moment of listening and observing quietly that he finally realized that Aryell was looking for someone.

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Character Portrait: Catherine Dumitrescu Character Portrait: Sonyjae Character Portrait: Hadriel Character Portrait: Obake Character Portrait: Aryell Kendlav Character Portrait: Jeremy Lingesui Character Portrait: Sin Asphodel Character Portrait: Vercerigo Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Brand Fairburn
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Vercerigo noticed a tall guy and and a...Sith Warrior(?) yelling down a dark alleyway. Did they not see the huge fire...?
"Hey!" He yelled. "I don't know if you've noticed, but this place is about to go down in flames if we don't get more people with us! Get over here and help!" He pointed at the fire. "Crazy fire here," He pointed at the arsonist who had collapsed, "and a crazy lady over there. Both of them need to be taken care of." He clenched his hand and extended it toward another fire. "Derelinquamus eam, ignis infernalis!" He yelled, before running toward the arsonist, leaving the two to ponder his words.