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Ronan #455

Shoot at me, and I'll shoot you back.

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

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A group of tenacious bounty hunters who will work for anybody. Just provide enough credits.

Description

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Gender: Male
Race: Clone
Age: Unknown
Date of Creation: Unknown
Height: 6'5'
Weight: 103ibs

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Ronin. A swordsman without a master, or in this case a bounty hunter without an allegiance, he is with a fellow group of bounty hunters looking for jobs, missions and high priority targets and not above bribery to avoid certain targets for small periods of time, though it isn't a permanent avoidance and he makes that clear. Ronin has his crew assembled and a ship ready to soar the stars in search of bounties.


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The Clone is always on guard for sudden attacks, being a bounty hunter makes you a metric ton of enemies, including other bounty hunters. Other bounty hunters means that they're usually heckling for some vengeance. Anytime, anywhere.

Main Weapons:

  • - Katana: A reinforced, updated melee weapon for todays time. Easily breakable if used foolishly but just as deadly as any firearm in Ronan's hands. They each have their own field of energy making it just a little bit easier to clash with stronger weapons, though not powerful enough to split though other weapons, with a little rigging though...
  • - Chi-E3 Compound Bow: A heavy weapon by today's standards, this 50ib bow is at the pinnacle of combat ready medieval weapons. The gears and wires are made of the strongest metals and comes with all the modern attachments, a laser sight, telescopic/normal hybrid bowsight and hardy grip, it has added toughness to withstand the extra pull and weight of Ronan's gauntlets.

    Ammunition:
  • Thermite Arrowhead: The head of the arrow is a capsule with two compartments which are separated by a thin sheet of glass, at the top half which makes up the majority of the space, there is a thermite powder. On the other section of the capsule there is an ignition fluid. When the tip of the arrow is impacted the glass sheet separating the two chambers shatters and the fluid ignites the thermite which burns to a temperature in the thousands, able to melt most metals.
  • Acid Arrowhead: The tip of the arrow has been replaced with a acid resistant plastic with sharp edges, when contact is made the sharp edge presses into the plastic and the acid is released. The acid can melt anything from cast-iron to other plastics depending on splash.
  • EMP Arrowhead: The arrowhead is removed completely and replaced with basic electronics formed into a capsule where upon contact it releases electricity in a triangular arc on impact. Highly unstable, could explode during flight.
  • Titanium Bodkin Arrowhead: Self Explanatory.

    Armor & General Equipment
  • -Illo1 Customised Power-Armour: The Illo1 is a balanced suit of armor that balances movement with defence, not slow and not fast either, it can take a few hits before the shields go down, and then a few more before the tough titanium plates take their beating. Below that is a smooth latex like plastic bodysuit that acts like a hardy kevlar, though not as tough, built into that bodysuit is what Ronan calls a 'vengeance' pack which upon death releases a high yield explosive force. In total this power armored suit weighs a little over 450 Ibs. It also features 'Micro Thrusters' in the shoulder, back of the knee, soles, elbows and back which help in low G environments, and doubling as brute force maximizer in normal gravity combat. The Armor
  • -“Mantises Claw": A shoulder-plate designed by Ronin's mentor and given to him upon his mentor's death, it attaches to his armor and projects a timed matter scrambler field that can tear though walls, metal and etc. The time is good for ten seconds or so, with a recharge time of three hours, his mentor always told him to make his decisions carefully and with great restraint, little bias and to remain calm even in the dead of combat, this weapon embodies that approach.
  • -"Hookshot" Gauntlet. Self Explanatory. Don't mess with it. It shoots an alloy cable with an interchangeable head that can shift between a titanium harpoon with a sharpened tip, a serrated grappling hook. Both gauntlets have retractable spiked knuckles.
  • -A armored quad-bike, which has a sheath welded to the side of it, painted like a Samurai's Warhorse and just as deadly. It comes with a parachute, plate for standing on the back, shock absorbers and of course
  • -Various pouches for ammunition, energizer bars and painkillers.

So begins...

Ronan #455's Story

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Ronan #455 "Ah but they respect you as a master, a leader, a general. I am Ronin, which means one without a master, I once had a master too, but if it is your wish, I will treat you with the same respect." The heavily armored bounty hunter replied, standing just behind the Ex-General with his helmet still placed around his head, he was an odd sight of old world tradition and modern combat armor.

"What did you need, Ex-General Walker?"

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"Alright, I'll sneak a guy though the ventilation vents with some of our equipment, a guy go though the front as a visitor and distraction and myself and a friend with your talker will go though your back, pick up the gear and do what needs to be done, sound good to you, Ex-General?" Ronan folded his arms again and looked at the Ex-General expectantly, or wahtever passed behind his helmet

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Ronan #455 turned to face Erik Talleur. "It's a sign of respect, it wouldn't do to well if I asked if you had to wear that face all the time." Ronin snarked back, helmet emitting a high pitched beep and the snapping the helmet closed, then Ronin moved his left hand and opened the palm in which a hologram appeared and a revolving 'The Bounty' sign emitted, which was quite high tech.

"Are you here to join?"

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Ronan #455 forgot to wave, so he waved.

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Ronan #455 looked to the newly acquired dart, looked at Tarik questioningly as if this was a trick, using his other hand to reach for the hilt of his freshly sheathed weapon just in case. "Infection? Tarik, I'd like you to draw your weapon now and be ready to drag me back, very, very fast."

Ronan would have looked not to sure about this, even behind his horned helmet.

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Ronan #455 barely had time to nod, but he did anyway, releasing his hold and making a lashing kick with his left boot, activating one of his zero gravity boosters and hoping to his mentor that Tarik would be fast enough to grab the handgrip at the back of his armor and pull him back and slam him into the ground before the momentum sent him colliding with the space metal walls, it was risky, but let it never be said that Ronan didn't trust Tarik with his life.

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Ronan #455 took aim, stepping forward a couple of steps. "Safe to offer her a hand up?"

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Ronan #455 lowered the gun, confident in Tarik's ability to cover him, not flicking off the safety though. A little hesitant at first before getting close enough to actually use the dart, which he tried to do.

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Ronan #455 tilted up his fold up shotgun, slapping it on the side and slid the high-tech weapon back onto his hip. "Bounty hunter, He's Tarik, I'm... Ronin or Ronan if you prefer, and it's our pleasure or rather... not. Do you want me to haul her over my shoulder and take her to wherever you need her? For someone who works behind a desk, Wren, you fight just as well as any warrior from what we heard outside..." Ronan gave an armored thumbs up, showing off the painful looking spiked knuckles inbuilt into the gauntlet.

Was half of that armor even legal? Ronan doubted it.

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Ronan #455 had never seen Tarik in such a honored state, let alone infront of a woman, he found it slightly amusing, instead of laughing though as that would be rude, the bounty hunter stood up, bowed to both Scatteran, it was good the female ignored him, infact he rather enjoyed being a ghost, felt just like combat back in the city where his mentor had trained him to be a deadly killer, at least, he liked to believe that.

The Bounty hunter walked himself over to Marlene, sitting next to her and then saying. "If you don't mind me saying, you look like you mean business and I might not look like it, but have you heard of Ronan and his group of bounty hunters, might you praytell be in need of bounty hunters?"

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Ronan #455 did that.

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The lone bounty hunter sat at the counter, huge silver fox pelt on his back making him seem larger and more hunch-backed then he really was, his large bulky black metal armor, folded up compound bow and holographic badges signed him out as a hunter for those who had the right prices. Whatever year this was, he looked like the result of a predator, blade runner and samurai all visited the same sauna and screwed the same geisha, as someone would put it.

The helmet was on the table, the visor reflecting the door and Ronin took a long swig of illegally imported Saki, still illegal, still tasty.

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The bounty hunter turned his head towards Connor, faceless mask eying him from behind a visor. "Nice outfit. What'cha hunting? Elephants?" The hunter broke out in cold laughter, leaning on the counter and pulling the visor up to take another gulp of Saki. "Nice axe though, found any use against armored foes?"

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The air whistled past Ronan's horned helmet, he'd already been taken off the Aschen pay-list, it wouldn't hurt to protect his other clients. The thrusters activated on his back and slowed his descent, unsheathing the weapon on his back, the silver fox pelt flowing behind him, the bounty hunter was heading towards the Aschen ship charging it's glassing cannon.


If nothing stopped the descending hunter, he'd slam onto the ship with the force of a boulder being dropped from the sky.

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Ronin tapped a hand onto his shoulder, curling his fingers and ripping off the plate, pressing the button below it and threw it onto the ship below his feet, jumping back as the matter scrambler activated, surrounding the small object with a circular field that should chew though the armor and give Ronan access into the ship, the hunter himself withdrew one of the swords on his back and held it in a guard position, watching the glassing beam swerve.

Jesus christ.

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A huge figure squeezed though the door frame, Tech Con had just contracted him with a hefty pay if he succeeded. The figure rivaled Mr. Ereb's bodyguard in power, being a very expensive mercenary. The silent figure kept walking until he was just at the border of 'respectable' distance from Mr. Ereb, drawing a fancy looking katana from his back.

The helmeted figure turned to the captain of the small squad of Terran Resistance. "Which one of you dies first?"

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"You're not my target." Ronin simply replied though his helmets filters, turning around and moving to follow the Terran Resistance force. "Shoot me in the back and there will be no more trading hours." The katana started to hum with it's own resonation, the armored feet clunking against the floorboards in the direction of the resistance force.

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There was a loud shout outside, gunfire and bright orange flashes that snaked under the cell entrance door, the guard in the cells eyed Virin and eyed him, cocking his weapon and aiming it towards the door. The neon city's lights outside the small window illuminating the cell with red, orange and blue in the dead of night. The door creaked open, gently bumping against the wall, the guard with the firearm gasped as a corpse fell to the floor of the cells, an arrow sticking out of his back.

The corpse revealed a figure behind the body, large and bulky with a shiny fox pelt. It was evident things were about to become quite violent.

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The guard dropped his gun, threw his keys to the floor and tried to dash past the mercenary, squeezing past him and running off into the night air. It was surprising the figure hadn't done something to stop him. "I am Ronin, someone paid me money to get you, at my alive rates." The man inside the armor chuckled, his voice muffled. "Which are more expensive than my dead rates, considering I'd probably be what they sent to avenge you, I'd rather not kill myself." The figure looked at the keys, unsheathed his katana with a low hum and gave Virin an order.

"Duck."

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The mercenary stood at the end of a long road of apartments, good ones too, the kind that people paid more than $150 a month for. This was just a denial job, keep everyone out until he was told otherwise, nobody crosses the street, everyone confined to the apartments, nobody allowed in or out of the area cordoned off with yellow tape and black striped tape and a bunch of metal pipes keeping it upright laid around the road, heck, even the cars had to parked awhile away, it didn't stop random people from coming around the corner wanting to go home though, then reconsidering doing it by force when they were greeted with a eight foot tall, armored hulk with more swords than sense type of guy standing in the middle of the street.

That guy was Ronan, not ronin, Ronan, copyright issues. And he was pretty hungry.

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The hulking figure called out to her; "Stop! Get behind that tape." He ordered, his voice amplified by the speaker outside of his helmet with a large dose of static, the hulking figure made hunched movements over to her, planing on stepping in-front of her, the silver fox pelt mounted on his back moving side to side in the air. "Apartments are locked down. Shit, do you even know what yellow and black means?" He added, hand on his side.

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"Sure, it's tacky, but it probably cost a lot more than your shoes." He grunted in reply, extending an arm to point at where she had came, his gauntlet articulating in a rude pointing gesture. "Go back, it'll be announced when the lockdown is over, this entire street is locked down, if you're planning on moving past the street, find another way around, because I get paid to keep assholes such as yourself out of the zone." Ronan replied, lowering his arm and using his other hand to shove up his face-plate, showering a rather peeved looking man chewing a toothpick, in an effort to show her he wasn't kidding around.

"Or am I going to have to break a few random bones?" Ronan wasn't known for being nice.

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Ah, the downfall of being so huge and hulking, that had never happened before, and it surprised him, more than it should have. Maybe he should ask a local wizard for a brain, what a good idea. He turned around and made a wild grab at her shoulder with his right arm, armored and all. Course, he was all 'tin' and weight, she was all lithe and a girl to boot, which gave her the upper hand in a chase. So much for styling himself after the samurai.

"Oi! Get back here and over the yellow line! Are you stupid? You're breaking-" What exactly was she breaking? It certainly wasn't legitimate wing city law, the yellow tape was for looks and he was there to look pretty, his hirer didn't exactly look like a cop, and if he was, woudn't he have a legitimate cop to do it? Oh well, the time to ask about that would be later, right now, she was threatening his pay docket.

"Don't make me drag you back over that line." He shouted after her.

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Ronan let out a cry of anger and frustration, now it was going to be all over the security cameras and to boot, if she made it past the threshold and into that diner, he couldn't do a damn thing about it. He wrapped a knuckle on his wrist and there was a blast of fire from the edges and joints in his armor and made a jump into the air, planing on swiping at her shirt from above and yank her backwards, course, he was still far slower than she was, he was built for footslogging combat with guns, not chasing after girls.

He wish he just had to chase after girls, but not in this way, god damn it.

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It was less of a jetpack, more of a jumppack, if that made any sense, because he came crashing down again with a loud thump against the road, it gave him a boost of speed, but she was still far too fast for him, and now he was sucking in air like a whale did with water, his sides were beginning to hurt and he was grumbling under his breath as he jogged after her, and that diner was getting ever closer.

It took all of his restraint not to pull out out his gun and start shooting at her.