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Sara Gynovus

Originating from the mystic planet New Haven, she has mastered the ability of empathy through meditation, and uses it to fight for the Protectors.

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

Description

Physical Description: She is a young girl of 23. She has wavy golden-blonde hair, a pale complexion, and blue eyes. She wears simple brown and blue traveler's clothes.

Personality: She is very naïve and blunt, and tends to say what is directly on her mind. However, she has a great amount of bravery and dedication, and will never betray her friends. She is very loyal to the Protectors. She often finds herself as the source of reason in an argument, and is very smart but gets frustrated easily.

Equipment & Abilities: TRAVELER'S CLOTHES (Simple brown and green traveler's clothes), EMPATHY (Sara is a master of empathy, or the manipulation of one's emotions. She can cause someone to become extremely angry, sad, frightened, etc. She can also redact an emotion - i.e. making someone less sad or frightened), STASIS (Sara's other psionic ability allows her to keep her body in a sort of trance in which it cannot be harmed by anything sort of complete and utter annihilation, like being sucked into a black whole. She can only do it for up to an hour, and can't do any other action. She can extend it to up to 3 other people, however doing this makes her extremely tired/pass out.)

Background: Sara was born on New Haven. Like most Haveners, she possesses psychic abilities; however, most people believe their powers to be myth. She was trained by her grandfather, whom she inherited her empathic powers from. When the Militia destroyed her village and family, she joined the Protectors to fight against any future threats.

So begins...

Sara Gynovus's Story

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Rome Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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  1. This post needs serious revision on accounts of factual innacuracy, railroading and extreme overpowering. Please fix this.

    by Abraxas_Axis
  2. A-okay

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Rome peered out of the ship deck at the self-attacking ship and decided to do something. "This is the emperor of the Roman Fell Empire, do you require any assistance from my fleet?" He sent the transmission to the large ship ahead of them.

* * * *

As C.O.R.e entered from light speed, it stopped in the center of the battlefield stunning and throwing everyone back, as well as the debris from the fallen ships. This particular Angel decender's color was Black and running down the ship was a lively color of green smoothly going blue and then back to green. Out of nowhere a loud roar, shacking everything and heard, even in the deadly silence of space. It came to everyone that it was scanning them. Out of nowhere it's lovely green/blue color disappeared and tuned to a deadly blood/rose red.

It's decision was to eliminate the organic filth who called themselves the "Militia" Threat level: Minimal

The belly opened and released about one hundred upon hundreds of Space charges equiped with the formal front laser and explosive detonator. A little later after about 26 Militia ships the chargers came back to the Angel decender feeling that it showed it's power, the ship now lay dormant, as if waiting to see what the Aschen Empire would do, and what the appropriate thing would be to respond to them would be.

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Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Ashia Nova Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock Character Portrait: Ara
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  1. NOTICE This contains info about the updated versions of some of the posts in the Dangerous Times saga. We're working towards getting a GM to paste the fixes I've done with Barney_Fife in the posts, because of the two-week rule.

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The Militian Surface-cruisers crested over the badlands and sped through the landscape. This was not good.
"Damn, how's there so many of them!?" Cried Ara, the girl who had rescued Abraxas from the space pod.
Sara was muttering to herself as the three of them ran on. "This is insane, I mean we knew that they had tons of soldiers but why would they send all of their forces to get us? That seems like a lot for just us three, but I can't really affect them from inside of thei-"
She was cut off as the Surface-Cruisers sped by, followed by Battle-Fighters, War-Fighters and other fighter ships. The surface-cruisers were like scouts, figuring out the landscape so the warriors could charge on. They all flew up to the Aschen mothership and began to open fire. There were maybe five hundred of them, way more than there were in the Aschen fleet. What the Militia didn't have in power, they made up for in numbers.
"Ah..." Sara realized. Ashia was sending out all of the fleet in force, so that they could fight the enemy! She really was wise.
"Uh, guyssss?" Abraxas said, a tad bit of worry in his hissing voice. "Thosssse Ssssurface-Cruisssserssss are getting awfully closssse to ussss..."
Sara turned, and noticed that Abraxas was indeed right. A few of them were coming for them. The nosegunner began opening fire, and the group ran. "Of all of the sneakiest, worst betrayals!!!" Sara shouted, along with quite a few colorful words about Ashia's heritage.
She was right about Ashia being wise. With so many troops and Sara's mislead trust, she could take out both foes in one go. Sara began to feel annoyed at Ashia's cleverness.

* * *

As she knelt on the ground, a lone Surface-Cruiser picked her up. The team in it helped her on the ship and gave her some painkillers before taking off back to the Militia base.
To be truthfully honest, she felt a bit bad about betraying Sara. The girl really was okay, not stuffy or insufferable like the other members of the Protectors.
Ashia shook her head. No, this was right. Lord Gavax would want this done, and she was eternally faithful to him. Over everything else.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock
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"Sir! We have additional enemy reinforcements; Six hundred vessels, they outnumber us fifty to one!" The XO Called out, as the sounds of alarms filled the CIC of the Reverence II.

Whitcomb grit her teeth as the red icons flitted onto the tactical display, but she was confident in the abilities of her men, the abilities of her ship, and most of all, the vast technological gulf between her own ships, and the enemy ships.

Whitcomb considered the tactical scenario briefly, before picking up the receiver. "Undying Storm, Flash of Steel, form up in standard escort formation." The woman said, signalling the two Hastati class cruisers that were providing covering fire for the Reverence II.

"Unwavering Guard, Valiant Lustre, form up the rear!" She called out, dissemenating the positions through holographic projection.

Four Hastati class cruisers formed up in rectangular formation to provide overlapping long-range fields of fire, while three Athena class cruisers, the Concordia, Nereis, and the Armata formed up in a triangular position near the rear of the Reverence II.

Twelve ships poised in a defensive position, providing overlapping fields of fire as the enemy ships opened fire.

When the Militia warships fired on the Aschen vessels, their ordinance would seem to strike true, but to little effect as each round, each laser, bullet, missile, all seemed to strike a milky white barrier that engulfed the Aschen ships, the barrier flared a brilliant white with each weapon impact, and it showed no signs of wavering.

"Shields are holding..." Colonel Ronson reported. "All ships report minimal damage."

"Targets acquired!" The Tactical officer called out.

The Reverence II Shook slightly, shuddering from the latest weapon impact.

"Serve me her head on a plate!" Whitcomb called out. "Eliminate them, no survivors!"

The ship shook again, it's shields flaring a brilliant white.

It was the Aschen's turn now, and Whitcomb intended to capitalize on the opportunity. "Their ships are small, and fast, we'll hit them with area denial! All batteries salvo fire!"

Locking onto the Militia's fighter craft, the massive Reverence II adjusted it's pitch slightly, exposing all seven-hundred and fifty ventral Turbo-disruptor batteries, each battery sporting two individual cannons that discharged roughly the equivalent of sixty one thousand five hundred and four terajoules of energy, or fourteen point seven megatons of TNT. (For reference, an average yield nuclear bomb is approximately one hundred and fifty kilotons. One Megaton is one thousand kilotons.) Each turbo disruptor impact was more than capable of obliterating most smaller vessels, especially if they lacked sophisticated shield technology, and thick armor.

The batteries opened fire, slinging a dazzling display of brilliant green streaks of light towards the Militia's fighters, a display they would likely not survive as the withering salvo of Aschen weapons fire would likely obliterate each of the Battle-fighters in a single hit, blasting apart hull and liquefying the crew inside.

The Hastati class cruisers formed up a second volley, centering each of their own heavy batteries on the remaining militia fighters, saturating the velvety blackness with dazzling displays of brilliant green, orange, and a multitude of other colors.

The wave of fighter craft came next, gargantuan ventral bays sliding back under the Reverence II, thousands of fighters began to pour fourth, Raptor Talons, Apollos, Prowlers, and Century bombers poured fourth into the abyss, swarming into individual squadrons, engaging the Militia fighters in brutal dogfights within the blackness of space.

The Planet wouldn't be spared either, as the Hastati class cruisers gunned their engine through the thick of battle, throwing up thick explosive flak fields that threatened to devour any Militia fighter that dared to get too near.

The Valiant Lustre, and the Flash of Steel were the first to position themselves in orbit above the Militia formations, they bore their guns down, and began to fire; they would bathe Blackrock in fire if they had too.

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Ashia Nova Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock
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"All ships forward! We will not yield to these pigs!"
Ashia directed her soldiers back at the Militia, commanding them and trying her best to keep them from harm even as the surgeons worked on removing the bullet lodged in her leg. She grit her teeth through the pain as she spoke.
"T5 through 8, on your left! T6 barrel roll now!" These words would hopefully warn the Militian battle-fighters of incoming enemies or missiles.
A small part of her had already lost hope. It knew that the Aschen fleet had too many ships, with too advanced weaponry, and that it was unlikely that they would win. Her more faithful part shoved those thoughts down. Her men counted on her.
She could only hope they would live to see the rising sun.

* * *

"Quickly! Into that cave!" Shouted Sara. The group ran for a small cave opening, only big enough for them to squeeze through and not the surface-cruisers hot on their trail.
They slipped into the cave opening, and went behind a small ridge. Ara was breathing heavily. Abraxas looked a bit dazed; he'd been running for a while.
Suddenly, something clanked down and rolled over to them, and Sara could hear the surface-cruiser speeding away. They all stared at the object.
It was a grenade.
Quick as lightning, Abraxas snatched up the grenade and tossed back outside the cave, where it soon exploded. The ground shuddered, but fortunately there was no cave-in.
"Nice reflexes," Ara remarked.
"Thankssss. When you live on the sssstreet, you ssssoon learn that it'ssss kind of a necessssssssity."

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Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock
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Lillith looked at the two large ships firing down towards the surface. A cold feeling sweeping through her. She had a contact here that she was supposed to meet. The Shifters were getting ready to make a move. "Sigh. Why do I always end up in these situations?" She muttered to herself before turning to her attention to a quick search she picked out the largest cannon she could find in a spot that suited her purposes. Dashing across the surface of The Reverence and placed her hand against it. Establishing a link with it and Hijacking it for a moment to turn it on several other batteries and hopefully blow some stuff up "If this doesn't get their attention then I don't know what will."

Having said that she let it fire a few shots at the bridge before letting go and allowing it to hit whatever it happened to wind up pointed at then made a dash to the underside of the ship, mag boots keeping her anchored to the surface she was running on, She made good time. taking only about 45 seconds to thunder her way to the underside and find the place the fighters were pouring out of .

Stopping for a moment to pull a small black cube from a pocket in her suit, Lillith pressed it to her helmets visor began shouting something that was swallowed up by the vacuum of space around her and then tossing it away from the ship. She looked down at the large open hatch in front of her and, Taking a deep breath. She plunged into the belly of the beast . 'Leida better have the sense to get out of here while she can, we can't afford to lose her.'

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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Now, hundreds of C.O.R.e detachments were marching all across the desert. A detachment had unluckily heard the explosion and went to the cave. This C.O.R.e detachment had 30 version 1 Soldier bots and 4 Engineer bots all equiped with anti-organism blasters. The C.O.R.e surrounded the cave and then with a loud boom, a dark synthetic male voice started. "Organism scum, exit the natural forming, that you call a cave. Come out now and you will be killed quickly and efficiently. You will also have the honor of being studied on. Or, you could be killed the preferred way that you organism-scum like. With 'Honor'?" The robot made a crackle sound with glee. "I 'love' the curious way Organic's minds think."

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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"Holy sssshit, what the hell?!" Abraxas whispered sharply. He was panicking. It wasn't that he was cowardly, oh no - it took a great deal of bravery to be a criminal on Blackrock. He just really valued living. The maniacal glee in whatever stood outside frightened him to his core. It was... unnatural.
Sara was quiet. She was thinking. Her stasis ability... it was one of her two psionic abilities. It allowed her to keep her body in a trance which protected her from any harm short of complete and utter annihilation - like a black hole, for example. She could do it to other people, but it drained her quite a lot.
According to that strange robot, it was either die or die. So, she had nothing to lose.
"Guys." She whispered. "Huddle up."
Abraxas and Ara huddled up near Sara. She took a deep breath, then froze.

* * *

From the C.O.R.e unit's point of view, there would be only silence.

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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Leida was getting the heck out of here, Hugging the ground as she glanced up at the chaos in the sky while she headed to the opposite side of the planet. She saw some of those robots that attacked earlier surrounding a cave and, Feeling a bit vindictive she nudged her trajectory for a run above them. doing a quick drive by strafing run with the singular weapon her craft had, A 40mm chaingun. Dropping a line of fire on these inferior robots before disappearing into the distance as she made her way to the other side of the planet and left using the celestial body as a visual cover, The craft disappearing with it's jump drive.

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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"Loss report Unit-89459?" Screeched one of the Engineer bot in binary . "Only 13 mangled bodies and your damaged central processor" Another Engineer bot screeched back. "Enter the natural forming and wait for that 'Shell' to dissipate. 15 Soldier bots went in and surrounded the shell, taking out heavy anti-organic blasters and aiming ready to fire.

"This is Unit-38453, we have been attacked from the air, confirming a heavy bombardment on all organics."

****

The C.O.R.e Angel decender roared to life and opened it's chest allowing hundreds to pour out and destroy any organics that it could about 71% of the Space charges went against the Aschen Empire and whatever was left, went after the Militia fighters.

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Ashia Nova
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  1. NOTICE Since Abraxas, Ara and Sara have left the scene, they cannot be targeted by any attacks as they are far away. This is only for the remainder of the Battle Sequence, below.

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Sara had been prepared to keep her stasis going for an hour, maybe two. She'd only needed it for under a minute.
The trio stared at the wreckage of robotic parts. They were speckled with so many bullet holes it had looked like the things had switched their paint job to "polka dots". Abraxas noticed something in the ground. He knelt down and picked it up. A bullet, the type that would come from a chain or machine gun. The plot thickens, he thought bemusedly.
The girl, Ara, started carefully cutting off the weakened parts of the robots and storing them in the large pack she wore on her back. When Abraxas inquired about what she was doing, she explained that her family collected scrap and made gear out of it. She would take this home and study it.
"Yeah, but how are we gonna get home!?" Abraxas fretted.
"My Sand-Trekker 90 is a little ways over west. We're not too far from it now." She paused as the others stared at her. "What? Where did you think we were running anyways?"
"Uhh, anywhere away from thosssse Militian mofos?"
"It doesn't matter," stated Sara matter-of-factly. She was a bit tired, but not much compared to how much she would have been if she'd kept the stasis going for an hour or more. "We're sitting ducks out here. Ara, if you've got a vehicle, then let's get the hell out of here in it."
A couple minutes of walking would take them there. It was a well-worn but sturdy Sand-Trekker, an all-terrain vehicle suited to the rough-and-tumble land of Blackrock. They hopped in and sped away from the battle.

* * *

"We're being attacked on two fronts, ma'am!" Squawked the lieutenant through the hologram. "By the Aschen, and by some strange and apparently life-form hating-"
The soldier was cut off as an explosion blasted through his battle-fighter, cutting off the transmission. Attacking the Aschen was hard enough; but now they faced an enemy on two fronts?!
Ashia pressed hard on the speaker button. "All war-fighters, form a defensive barricade between us and those newcomers. Everyone else, fire everything you've got!!!"

* * *

The C.O.R.e units would soon find themselves cut off from the Militia by a bastion of War-fighters. These mammoth ships were great in defense, and extremely hard to penetrate. They would wear away at and keep the robots distracted while the Battle-fighters whittle down the numbers of the Aschen Empire. The Aschen would soon find themselves hard-pressed.

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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Lillith landed inside the hangar with a harsh rumbling impact before making a dash for the nearest armed person, Kicking them in the gut and relieving them of their gun whatever it may be she quickly turned and scanned for any other armed personnel, taking a few experimental shots to get the feel for her current gun before aiming at the nearest other person with a gun and aiming to shoot them in both shoulder joints to hopefully disable them non-lethally. She charged them and If successful would grab them by the throat using them as a live shield to dash to the nearest hallway and get out of the open. Leaving them at the start of the hallway and continuing on while outside the black cube she'd tossed sent a subspace signal to the nearest vanguard patrol with an urgent message for Dawn.

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: The Militia Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus
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The Angel decender opened up it's 2 side ports letting out about 120 drop ships carrying Engineer bots landing onto, and attaching itself onto the mammoth ships and started ripping and drilling into the ships.


****

On the surface, Behemoths class C.O.R.e were tearing through cities, filled with innocents or not. The only 'survivor' would be the occasional robot, but if it fought back, swarms of Soldier bots would eventually end the bot's traitor life.

Whenever the C.O.R.e was done in the towns, cities, or buildings, the always exploded it. They have cleared out about 13 towns so far.

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Abraxas and Sara watched all this from the back of the Sand-Trekker, staring as their new robotic overlords took over the planet. Ara kept her eyes on the road, and the C.O.R.e seemed to ignore them for the most part, busily creating large turret-like structures drilled into the mottled ground. The place was changing, and fast.
"Sssso..." Abraxas mused, "what do you think the new leaderssss will be like? Maybe they'll just let ussss live out normal livessss."
Sara's response was a swat to the back of his head. He yelped out. "Don't be a fool!" she hissed. "Those creatures seem to loathe all organic live with a vengeance. Chances are they'll either kill us all or turn us into cyborg soldiers working in their huge army."
"Hey guys!" Ara called from the front of the Sand-Trekker. "We're here!"
The two of them turned to see they were approaching a ramshackle house. Looking down on it from the hill they were on, they could see it was made of wood, but that wood was old and weather-worn, and many newer planks boarded up holes and window slots. A cloth tarp stood as the door, and there was another building attached to it, where a rusty chimney belched out smoke and ash. A large wooden fence, bespeckled with barbed wire, surrounded the house. It maybe stood 6 or 7 feet.
Ara drove up to a gate-like structure. Suddenly, a panel in the wood opened up, revealing a small metal panel with a camera screen. Abraxas started. Where would they get technology like that in a place like this?
The camera scanned Ara's face with a red laser, then the panel closed and the gate opened for them. Ara drove in, and it closed behind them.
Ara turned off the vehicle and jumped out. Sara and Abraxas followed. She strode through the tarp and into the house, shouting "MA!!! I'M HOME!"
The two of them followed her inside, and were greeted with the scent of fresh muffins. Abraxas' stomach rumbled. He realized he hadn't eaten in possibly 3 or 4 hours.
Ara could be seen inside, being hugged by a massive woman. The woman had perhaps the height, weight and width of a full-grown adult grizzly bear, and had a face of similar appearance. Her hair was ratty and gnarled, like a curly hairstyle gone bad. This differed from Ara's smoother and darker hair, which she tied in a long braid possibly to keep it from looking like this woman's 'do.
"Ma, cut it out!" yelped Ara, red from embarrassment. "We've got company, so don't get all mushy on me!"
The woman finally let her daughter from her embrace, who dashed off to another room. She then came over to the two of them. Sara seemed to be visibly breaking out into a sweat.
Ara's mother took Abraxas' hand into hers - which could have fit his entire head, and then some - and shook it heartily "Hejj 's the name," the woman croaked in a deep voice, "and who might y'all be?" She spoke with a thick accent that Sara seemed to recognize.
"You're half-giant, aren't you?" She inquired. Hejj started at the woman's rude bluntness. People seemed to do that around Sara.
"Ssssara!" Abraxas cried, aghast. He gave her a small slap of his own. "I'm very ssssorry, ma'am. Sssshe can be quite brassssh at timessss - you know how ssssome people can be that way." Sara glared at him as if to say, I'll get you for that.
Hejj just laughed. "Nah, it's fine hon. My daughter can be quite the lil devil at times."
"I HEARD THAT!!!" shouted Ara from the other room.
"You seem to be quite the sweetie-pie, arn'cha, hon?" She crooned, patting Abraxas' face. "Come on in, and hav'a muff'n or-"
Abraxas had had her at "muff'n". He dashed into the room she'd pointed to, where Ara lounged on a rickety rocking chair, eating a blueberry muffin and puffing on a long pipe, stuffed with marijuana. "That's quite a feat there, eating and smoking at the same time," Abraxas noted. Ara nodded her thanks.
Her mother rushed into the room. "Girl, you know what I've said about smoking yur father's pipe!" she scolded, snatching the pipe out of the girl's mouth. "Aw, Ma!" Ara protested.
The girl stood to perhaps her mother's stomach. She still was plenty tall - she couldn't have been more than 17, but already was 5 foot 8, which was impressive for any normal woman. Abraxas guessed that her father was probably human, so that made her, what, one-fourth giant? He didn't care for the math, he just wanted muffins.
While mother and daughter argued, Abraxas scarfed down two or three muffins.
An old man walked into the room. Despite his hunched back, balding head, white beard and liver spots, he was very muscular, with large biceps, triceps and everything in between. He wore a shirt that once was white but was black with coal dust, and torn overalls. "'Lright, what's the lil rat been up to?" He inquired in a wheezing voice.
"Grampa!" Ara said, "You're tracking ash on the floor again!"
"Who're the newc'mers?" He asked, ignoring the girl. "Got anything to buy or sell?"
A thought occurred to Abraxas. "Do you do invesssstigating of the originssss of itemssss?"
"Got coin?"
Abraxas brought out ten or so gold coins. The man took them, sniffed and bit them, then stashed them in his pocket. "'Lright, then. What's the p'ticular item?"

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Character Portrait: C.O.R.e Character Portrait: Elisha Whitcomb Character Portrait: Lillith Schmitz Character Portrait: Classis I Sector Langara Character Portrait: Sara Gynovus Character Portrait: Abraxas of Blackrock
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As the battle ovver Blackrock unfolded between these new, unidentified forces, and the Militia. The Aschen made the decision to hang back, opting to engage stragglers as they approached Aschen formations, but to otherwise allow the battle to proceed between these new CORE entities and the Militia relatively unmolested.

Whitcomb watched the displays in silence, as holographic projections zoomed, bobbed, and weaved about the planet, along with Aschen starfighter formations, and the two Hastati cruisers that positioned themselves in high orbit.

Blackrock was an Aschen planet, and Whitcomb had a duty to defend it.


“Sir... Militia forces have retreated, and we’ve completed our analysis of these unknown entities, they seem to be mechanical in nature.” Lieutenant Sorrels, the Tactical officer reported, as he handed the dataslate off towards the Admiral.

“Very good, prepare an Electronics package, and move into position to retake the planet, We’ll signal for reinforcements and move swiftly.” Whitcomb said calmly, only to be notified of a mallfunction along a bank of Turbodisruptor batteries.

“What’s this?” She asked, zooming in onto the projection of the ship, highlighting the malfunctioning weapons emplacements that Lilith was attempting to Hijack.

She would manage to get a couple shots off, but there was no actual bridge for her to shoot at, and seemingly without warning, the weapons emplacements shut down.

When she made her way towards the Hangar bay, she would have to force her way through a pair of rather large blast doors before finding any soldiers.

The massive Reverence II shuddered as it began to move, engines humming to life as the Aschen formation began to consolidate their position.

CORE Units were highlighted, and the Aschen ships began broadcasting malicious code on hijacked frequencies in an attempt to interfere with the synthetics functioning and communication.

The pair of Hastati cruisers began to adjust their position, targeting the Angel descender below, before they opened fire, pummeling it with withering amounts of sustained turbodisruptor fire.

The Aschen were starting to make their move.

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The C.O.R.e would laugh if they could but of course they couldn't, so they opted for the next best thing, killing the attackers. They sent out thousands of their Space charges, circling on the Aschen ships, vastly moving in. Whatever the EMPs did hit, stopped only momentarily, before starting to move again. Luckily for the Thousands of turrets, soldiers and engineers, the Aschen did not realize that they were not powered by electricity, but rather a substance that powered them, but they did stop orders from coming in, which was irritating, but since they were large in numbers, they figured it out pretty much.

***

Back on Blackrock, they swept land, 97% done with anti-ship turrets. They had reached the home. They knocked on The door, aiming their guns at the door to be sure they weren't to be attacked, when the giant lady opened the door, they lowered them since she had no visible, and they did not detect any metal on her. "Hello ma'm. This unit's number is 89342369. I am C.O.R.e. We pose no threat to you, as you pose no threat to us. You'r ID number is...8487. We see you have other Organics. Show us them." As the giant lady showed the C.O.R.e Sara and Abraxis to the C.O.R.e, they did not recognize them, and detected no threat from them. "Your ID is 8673, and you, Female, Your ID is 8489. Onto the topic though"

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The C.O.R.e soldier "stared" at them "We are the new faction that owns this planet. Here is a tablet for you to study our society and way of... 'life'. We will not harm you if you follow our rules. 1. Your jobs are now scrappers and searchers for ores on this planet. you may keep 70% of what you find to keep, as it is the new currency on this planet. We are here to find resources and controlling this place is the easiest way to do so. The 30% that you may not keep is tax. You are allowed to leave this planet and come back since you are native to it. You will be provided with new homes and food. If you wish to stay here, you are allowed to. We believe in fairness. Do not take this as weakness." The C.O.R.e glared at Sara, who would be the most trouble here. "In other ways though, life will be un-touched by us, but their will be a usual searching to make sure everything is fine.

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Ara stared out the window as the C.O.R.e left. Her grandfather was grumbling. "... what, think they can just waltz in and tell us what to do?" the old man grumbled. "Okie, sonny, now that them's gone, we'll's has a looksee at that weapon, 'kee?"
He lead them into the room he'd come from. It appeared to be some sort of cross between a blacksmith's forge and a scrap shop. Metal scrap and robotic parts littered the large work bench on the west wall. On the east was a smelter, anvil and assembler, a small device that assembled parts for you. Ara's grandfather motioned with his hand, and Abraxas handed over his bow, Firecracker.
The old man took it over to his desk, put on a lens, and started to disassemble the bow. Abraxas started to call out, but Ara grabbed his arm. "It'll be fine," she promised. "You'll get it back."
After about twenty minutes, the grandfather called out "Aha! It's both!"
"Excusssse me?" inquired Abraxas.
"Both! It uses both magic and technology."
Abraxas was quiet for a moment. Both magic and technology? That would explain a few things. But he'd been expecting it to be one or the other, not both.
"Hmmm... It 'ppears to be from Misrana, judging from the style and creation techniques."
"Missssrana? What'ssss that?" Abraxas had never heard of the planet.
The old man ignored him. He was quite, then gasped. "Why, this'n was made by none 'ther than Carrak!"
"Carrak? You mean that old smith friend of yours?" Ara asked.
"Yes! Yes! You've got a bow made by none other than him!" The old man rushed over to Abraxas. "You've got to go see him! I'se been wanting to give him this!" He pressed an aged vanilla portfolio into Abraxas' hands. "They'se be blueprints for a project me and hims was working on. You got to go take it to him, and maybe you'se 'll learn more about that bow of yurs."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Exactly how are we going to get there?" interrupted Sara.
The man was silent. "There's a ship," he said. "A ship I once tried to build."
"The spaceship?!" Ara asked, incredulous. "Pop, that piece of junk is ages old!"
"Nonsense," he soothed. "It'll work juss fine. Good defense systems too. Y'all need to get off the planet, so go 'head 'n take it!"
"We can't just leave you here!"
"You can and you will," Ara's mother said, standing in the doorway. "Dear, you are more precious to us than all the diamonds in the world. You need to get offa this hell and away from those bad robots. We'll be fine. Promise."
Ara groaned. "You guys are so dead." She turned away. "Fine, we'll take the damn ship."

* * *

The secret loading bay was located just beneath the ground. The only ship there was a long, white and orange thing with a streamlined appearance, powerful thrusters, and appeared fully functional.
"You call that a piece of junk?!" Abraxas asked Ara, incredulous.
"Well, yeah, compared to some other ships out there," she replied coolly.
"'lright, y'all, pile in," called Ara's grandfather. The group got in. As Abraxas was climbing in, the old man grasped his hand. "Promise me y'll bring him the letter. 'ts been so long since I've seen Carrack."
Abraxas nodded, then got in.
The hatch opened, and the space ship soared off into the atmosphere.

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The C.O.R.e just looked, they were allowed to leave and come back whenever, so it was fine and they continued to mine the resources and melt the sand into glass.

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"Huh. That's weird. I would've expected more resistance," remarked Sara.
The trio was already far away from the planet Blackrock. Abraxas was confused, too? Why did the C.O.R.e build all those big space turrets if they weren't going to use them? Maybe it had to do with their new rankings - ones they would be immediately leaving behind.
They passed many stars and planets. They caught a glimpse of Sara's homeland, New Haven. All the while, Ara gaped out the window. She'd never seen this sort of stuff before.
The spaceship they flew in was in very good condition. It streaked across the void like an arrow fired from Abraxas' bow - which he now knew to be made from Misrana. That's where they were going.
"We've got quite a while before we reach Misrana, so you guys should rest," Sara called from the front. Ara and Abraxas did just so.

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Abraxas was shaken awake by Ara. "Brax, come on, wake up! Ya gotta see this!"
Abraxas grumbled. "How long hassss it been ssssinsssse we left?"
"I dunno. About two or three days."
"Two or three- WHAT?! Hassss Ssssara been driving the whole time?!"
"Nah. She occasionally takes a break, hands the reins to the autopilot, and goes to sleep."
"Well, that'ssss a relief." Sometimes, Sara seemed to be too hardworking for her own good. "Anywayssss, what wassss it you wanted me to ssssee?"
"Look! Outside, there's so many stars!" She grabbed his head and turned it towards the window.
The sight took his breath away. There were so many stars there... each one forming cluster upon cluster. It was like nothing he'd ever seen.
We must be in the space between the systems, he thought. The Aurora.
Damn, this ship sure is fast.
Suddenly, a crackly voice came to them from the loudspeaker in the spaceship's bunker-like area, where he and Ara had set up sleeping bags on each side of the area. "Hey guys," Sara said. "We'll be making a pit stop somewhere soon. Somewhere in one of these systems, not sure which yet."
From the pilot's area, Sara pondered her options. There were many hostile planets, but some that were relatively docile. She'd considered going to New Haven, but they didn't have that sort of stuff there. Besides, she couldn't go back there - not since she'd left her family to join The Protectors.
That was another place she'd considered, but she remembered how they'd spoken of Abraxas. They hadn't wanted him as an equal or soldier, but as a thief who had something they wanted. Praise them all you want, but they sure could be haughty at times.
Thus, she was wondering about where she could go. Within her mind, she reviewed her planetary knowledge.
"Hmmm..." she muttered to herself, "well, Cryo is a no, it's barely hospitable... Ooh, Celestria would do just fine, but I want to keep looking for more just in case. Illumene... eh, that's a maybe. Nowhere else in the Kreios system is going to be good either... hmmm..."
She went on like this for 10 minutes before coming to a conclusion. "Alright, guys, we're going to Celestria of the Dev'ma System. Everyone ready?"
The two in the back shouted their consent. "Okay, then lets go." The spaceship sped away towards Dev'ma.

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Ashia docked their spaceship on a loading station, where people would refuel it while they took the time to eat and stretch. As soon as the trio stepped out of the ship, mechanics and assistants rushed them like vultures to a carrion, eagerly demanding payment for their services.
"I'm telling ya', they were cheating us outta our money!" complained Ara as Sara watched the workers rush to get a fuel tank.
Sara sighed. "For the last time, Ara, tax is not a way people cheat other people out of their money."
"That's a load of bull, there. We never had any of that tax crap back on Blackrock."
"That'ssss becausssse you lived in one of the issssolated rural partssss, where the government holdssss weren't assss hard," Abraxas reminded. Ara just pouted.
"Both of you, hush. Let's get something to eat." So, after buying a map of the city from the desk of the station, they set off.

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