Description

PHYSICAL SPECS

Species: Human
Race: Human
Blood Father: Unknown
Blood Mother: Unknown
Physical Age: 15
Physical Gender: Male

Hair Colour(s): Black
Hair Texture: Smooth
Hair Length / Cut: Cropped
Eyebrows: Black
Body Hair: "I'm not telling you that!"
Body Hair Colour(s): "I told you about my body!"
Skin Tone(s): Pale
Iris Colour(s): Blue
Pupil Colour(s): Black
Teeth: All adult teeth
Tooth Colour: Whitish

Body Type: Slim
Height: 5'10''
Weight: "Get to fuck, asking me that!"
Cup Size: "I don't have tits!"
Shoe Size: 8UK

Voice: Slight 'monotone' according to people in the same school.
Coordination: Good
Reflexes: Average
Physical Strength: Unknown

Scars / Deformities: A few self harm around the wrists and on the chest
Diseases / Conditions: Possible Autism
Medications: "Personal Info. You ain't getting any."
Addictions / Dependencies: Needs hugs and a computer
Glasses/Contacts: None
Piercings: "I've always wanted angel bites..."
Tattoos: "I want a dragon on my back."
Makeup: None
Fashion Sense: Doesn't have one.

PERSONALITY

Mental Age: 4/16
Mental Gender: Male

Phobias: Spiders, losting phone or iPod

Sociability: 25-45%
Outlook: Doesn't have a bright one at times.
Activity: 50%
Adventurousness: 40%
Predictability: 01%
Responsibility: 75%
Tidiness: 30%
Cleanliness: 90%
Emotionality: 80%
Generousity: 66%
Manners: 70%
Bravery: 40%

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Emotional Position: Weak
Physical Position: Weak
Partnering: Can get it right.
Ideal Partner(s): Marilyn Manson, Cait W

Hobbies/Interests: Roleplaying, programming, painting, not eating, texting, watching people.

Favorite Colour: Blue
Favorite Season: Summer
Favorite Animal: "I like bunnies... Hm... Bunnies..."
Favorite Foods: Noodles
Favorite Word: Idiot
Favorite Song: Coma White
Favorite Musical Artist / Group: Marilyn Mason, My Chemical Romance
Favorite Musical Genre(s): Gothic/Metal/Punk/Rock
Favorite TV Show: None
Favorite TV Genre(s): None
Favorite Movie: Star Wars
Favorite Movie Genre(s): Sci Fi
Favorite Book: Unknown
Favorite Literary Genre(s): Sci Fi

Greatest Hope: To become a internet site programmer
Greatest Strength: His mind to think of others movements
Greatest Weakness: His friends
Worst Nightmare: Please ask the character
Recurring Dreams: Please ask the character
Deepest Darkest Secret: "I ain't telling you that!"
Most Treasured Memory: Unknown
Most Valued Posession: His computer/phone/iPod
Theme Song(s): "The Wold is Ugly" My Chemical Romance

HISTORY

Nationality: German
Place of Birth: Berlin
Date of Birth: 10/5/1997
Economic Background: Unknown

Father(s): Unknown
Mother (s): Unknown
Sibling(s): Unknown
Significant Other: Cait W
Marital Status: Dating
Children: None.

Occupation: None
Income Level: None
Life Savings: None
Credit Rating: None

Residence: Gambit's bar
Transportation: "I use my feet."
Cell Phone: Blackberry 9300
Computer: Hand build computer. Desk top

So begins...

Steven Lindemann's Story

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#2013-09-06 08:45:17, as written by barney_fife

Kesslee scowled, but shrugged the entanglement off by exerting his Alteran powers, though inevitably he backed off. Of course, during all this He remained totally silent, before he turned to one of his other confessors. The Confessor shook his head slightly, and spoke something in an obscure, rather hard to understand Anquietas dialect.

"Postea et fiet Losenji insolentiam pati pro." He said to one of his other Confessors, whom nodded, and subtly gestured to the LDA Agent, who nodded and then took a few notes in Anquietas.

"Our assistance in repelling a Cybran invasion, indirectly through their extermination, It is the will of His Shadow." Kesslee said flatly. "If your people deny us this, We will sit by as the Cybrans destroy your world, and come to destroy them ourselves at our convenience. Do not try my patience, Terran. Or your people will be made to suffer." The Confessor said.

"How we proceed will be up to you. I would be glad to assist in the interrogation of the prisoner, or I can return to the Divine Shadow empty handed. And trust me. The Divine Shadow is not as forgiving as I am."

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#2013-09-06 09:03:13, as written by Awinita

8191 smiled behind the helmet. "Good, I'll go see him now, arrest wont even be needed, but I am sure you four are." He said moving to pick up the gun, which by then the Marine closest to the weapon saw that it was completely unloaded. the armored two meter tall soldier was naught more then looking over the fort ? But why ? he moved to the trunk and opened it, it was empty save for a few magazines of sniper rifle ammo, and also his other two weapons and also a sidearm. "Listen, this car is a rental and I have a very limited time rented on it. Contact Davrell and tell him I am on my way to see him as we speak. Arresting me and putting me in a holding cell just to talk to him will only cause problems for you four, trust me on that." He said. He closed the trunk of the car and went to the driverside.

He opened the door and before getting in he asked simply, still calm and traquil. Almost as if he were really just sightseeing. "What do I say here.... Oh yes, I remember, three black SUVs stopped at the gate down there, something was said and the guard on duty apparently repeated something and let the three SUVs pass unhindered, If I were you, I'd be the least of your worries right now." With that he got into the Dodge Challenger and shut the door. He opened the window as the car rumbled to life. Speaking to the closest Marine he said "Besides, with the information I got in my head and being pressed for time, putting me in a holding cell to wait to talk to the guy on a list of people to eliminate is completely out of the question."

Then he asked a question completely unexpected. "You four want a lift ? We can make it look like you caught me but I gotta drive this rig. After all, I'm listed as the only driver on the rental slip and if someone else is driving I lose the security deposit, I might lose it anyway when the Systems Army gets here in.... " Ixas checked the time in his helmet, "Two hours ten minutes and eleven seconds." Ixas never took off the helmet. But he did sound like as reasonable man. But he was a defector, so he did he defect from ?

The sooner he got the info to Joran, the far better off Joran was going to be. Ixas just knew it. Sure he'd be viewed as an outsider, but he hoped he could at least save someones lives, maybe several.

After all, time was moving, and it showed no signs of stopping either. And with just over two hours before the inital landings began....

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#2013-09-06 09:20:03, as written by Nemo

"I am sorry sir, but you must understand that I simply cannot allow-" the woman literally stopped in mid sentence, her lips frozen and 'O'ed on the better half of 'allow'. A few moments later, she snapped back to attention, blinking twice and resuming her smile with renewed vigor.

"Doctor Davrell has requested that you join him in the interrogation chambers," the woman said on the same key, nodding to Kesslee. Her eyes made a brief pass over the other Aschen before returning to the Inquisitor. "Just you." She turned swiftly. "Follow me, please."

With the bulk of both the Terran and the Aschen force hopefully left in the lobby, the TNG delegate would lead Kesslee to a nearby elevator. It carried them down several floors of the facility at a leisurely speed. The girl made small talk about the recent fits of rain they'd been having.

The elevator finally stopped and opened its broad doors. Kesslee and the girl were now in a significantly less-furnished room. The walls were rusty. The lights were flickering and flourescent. At the far end of the hall was another elevator, not nearly as high-tech or impressive looking as the one they'd come out of. It was a gear lift. Literally operated by a marine with a crank nearby.

The woman gestured towards a nearby table. "Please leave all technological device on this table. Silicon. Electric gadgets. Communicators." She smiled. "Sublevel Nine is a 'black' zone. No technology of any kind."

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"What the-... hey, just where do you think you're going!" one of the marines shouted as the clone turned from them all together. While the lack of ammunition on his gun and his passive compliance did set them at ease, they couldn't just ignore protocol. "Listen, you can't just waltz into Fort Veritas and demand a meeting with Davrell. We literally have NO IDEA who you are. There's rules and a system for this sort of thing for a reason." He stepped forward, growling. "Look, you're coming with us to the containment field. You'll meet Davrell in due time. Before the day is done. Your way... just asking for a meeting... it doesn't work like that." He shook his head. "I mean what do you want me to do? Go inside, walk up to one of the most respected NPA officers in the field and say, 'hey! There's this guy out there in the middle of nowhere that wants to talk to you! He's got no known credentials, no authority clearance and no appointment! He wants a personal 1 on 1 right flippin' now and he insists he can't rely his information to anyone except you. We found him scoping out the facility with a sniper and he's also armed and fully combat-ready.'" The marine offered Ixis a look of pure disbelief. "I mean SERIOUSLY. Would YOU come out and meet a guy like that?!"

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#2013-09-06 09:28:59, as written by barney_fife

Kesslee nodded to his other Confessors, and no words were exchanged between the group as they remained in the lobby, and the Confessor followed the woman to an elevator.

"Wise choice. I would hate to have seen the fit the Divine Shadow would have thrown should i have returned Empty handed." He said, ignoring her small talk and keeping his eyes on the doors.

"I have no technology, I have no need for it." He said, which was the truth. Having been trained by the Inquisitor Leonidas from the Kobollian Inquisition. He found that he didn't need Technology to carry out his job.

Rather he would have a modified hook and chain. Akin to a meat hook laced with a potent toxin laced in it's bloodstained nicks and grooves. He also had an assortment of calipers, scalpels, and instruments that were used for torture. He carried an assortment of drugs and specialized devices to deal with prisoners. But nothing technological.

"Let's proceed." He said calmly. "I am eager to meet Mr. Davrell, I have read his Dossier."

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#2013-09-06 19:07:07, as written by Tank Emperor

Steven's systems started to pick up movement above them, a lot of talking. He shut down just to listen closely, his mouth moving in time with what was being said, the metal voice box putting what was going on upstairs, the system going on and on before he turned his systems off, "We seem to have company, and if anyone lays a finger... The angels of Death will come screaming down on every Nation in this universe."

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#2013-09-06 20:09:46, as written by Awinita

"Going to save your boss. And maybe you four while I am at it" 8191 replied to the question of where he was going. He thought carefully on his reply, it was true, he could not rely on anyone but himself to get the mission completed properly. He had to get the information to Davrell himself. Or not at all. But since Davrell was the second name on the list of to capture, 8191 figured it best to save the man from almost certain death.

"I can and I will, at this point every second of delay in getting the information I have to Davrell only makes those I am one step ahead of getting to him first. Putting me in a holding station just to see the man not only delays me, but hastens his own capture or death. The sooner I get the information I have to Davrell, the better. After all. I have now less then two hours to get this info to him, or he risks capture, and my mission is failed. The Systems Army will be here by then, I do not have all day." He put the car into drive and turned to the closest marine. "My offer of a ride still stands. If you'd rather walk, then say so, I am running out of time."

His way worked when someones life was on the line, and in this case, Joran Davrells own life was on the line, and if 8191 did not get the information to Joran within the next 90 minutes. Joran was as good as dead.

Finally he said "The only thing you need to know is my number" Which he then rattled off. UECOR ARC Clone Commando 8191. "Call ahrad to Davrell, no doubt, since it is mentioned he is a telpath. He knows I am here already." 8191 was glad of his own genetic construction. Immune to telpaths was a good thing. Though it was just one of the many perks of being a UECOR ARC Commando. He could think and act on his own. Which was why he left the UECOR in the first place. With the information he possessed, Joran would be much better off if he got to him without delay.

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#2013-09-07 08:45:34, as written by Nemo

"Stay calm, Mr. Lindemann," Joran smiled, "I have sent for our guest. So long as you are cooperative, I'm sure you'll have nothing to fear."

The heavy metal door would swing open and permit entry to Kesslee.

Joran turned to face the man. "Inquisitor." He offered the man a nod. "So nice of you to join us."

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"Okay, okay look, just..." the marine growled at the clone, "...just stay here, alright? Just don't move. I'll radio this in directly to Davrell's sublevel." He shook his head. "Geeze-louise... y'know there's a number you can call to report threats, right? Y'don't have to come all the way to Veritas..."

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#2013-09-07 09:28:25, as written by barney_fife

The Confessor turned and inclined his head to Joran. "Confessor, not Inquisitor." He said, approaching the prisoner and looking him over in silence.

"They are not as I had expected them to be. I'm disappointed." Kesslee said as he turned to look back to Joran, gesturing with his hand to close the heavy door behind them.

"Let's begin." He said, reaching into his robes, as if to adjust something. "What is your name? It's a simple question with little in the way of ramifications." Kesslee said, pacing around the Cybran prisoner.

"Mr. Davrell, do you happen to have a car battery on hand?"

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#2013-09-08 05:36:55, as written by Awinita

The car engine rumbled as the car gave off a jerky motion of getting into first gear, but the foot was firmly on the brakes. "I told you once already, I must get my information to Joran directly, calling on a phoneline will only enhance greater troubles. Doing it in person is far safer and yields better results. Good day gentlemen." 8191 replied to the request of remaining where he was. Time was short, too short for his liking.

Without another word he took his foot off the break and stomped on the gas, the car pulled away from the four men. The driver calm and collected in his manner. Other then being armored {and armed} out the wahzoo, 8191 was actually quite nice. And very battleready, and battlehardened for that matter.

Pulling up the gatehouse he pulled to a halt. When the guard came out 8191 said simply "Inform Mr Davrell his two o'clock is here. No delays. Time is short, the information is for his eyes only."

"I am sorry sir, but you will have to present some form of ID for me to check..." The guard quieted as 8191 held out disc no bigger then a small ultity disc. on it was written simply in Basic and UECOR clone codes. "Battleplan 1 of 7" The disc was completely blank. Ixas had the information on his hard drive hidden in his armor.

"I'd ask you if you speak .357, but I am guessing no, so instead I will ask if you speak Hemi ?" Seeing the guards look of pure horror 8191 smiled behind his helmet then pressed, "Good, so you go ahead and open the gate, Mr Davrell is expecting me." He knew the four he met already where on the job and by the time he made it to the gate Davrell had been informed of his arrival. The guard nodded, Pressing the key to open the gate he directed where Ixas was to park. since he was so armored, he was recommended to park in the staff lot instead of the visitors lot.

Once inside the fort, but not inside any of the buildings within the grounds persei. 8191 took careful note of the black SUVs not far away from the convoy that passed him. The last thing he wanted to tangle with was people on the target list, people he just knew the UECOR could run over in numbers and technology alone. He got out of the Dodge Challenger and shut the door. Going to the trunk he removed his sniper rifle. The DC17 Rifle System was interchangible, he transfered it from a DC17S sniper to a smaller DC17BR battlerifle design plus a longer stock. He placed it on a magnetic plate on his back. Then he took out a DC15A rifle and with it a few extra clips of ammo, perfect for his needs.

Lastly he removed two DC15P pistols and placed them on his hips. He was going in armed and readyu for a fight, but only if a fight was to occur. The last thing that was on the UECOR ARC Clone Commando's mind at that moment was fighting. When he was in fact there to save a important mans life. If things went south, he just wanted to be ready.

He then made for the main lobby enterence t othe main building. Not having the personal codes for his own use as of yet, he made use of the public entry station. Making the guard on duty slightly nervous but was pointed towards the elevators to the right side of the building. That meant the escape path went to the left upon exiting the elevators. But he was not planning an escape, no, he was planning on saving the life of an important man, a man who, 8191 hoped, was to be his next employer. With the information he had stored in a hardrive hidden in his armor, 8191 pretty much was sure he could win himself a good job with the right people.

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