Vishni Spaceport

"You should see them when they're sober." He chuckled in his slight irish accent. "The turian's name is Galvinex, and his Quarian boy-toy is Shen'la." He said and pointed to the two of them. The quarian heard what Alex was saying and shouted out. "I am not a boy-toy!" he said but almost immediately after he was entrapped in another session of liplocking. "Oh really Shen? Sure looks like it to me." He said with a bit of a laugh and turned to Tasi. "As for my ship. The model is unregistered. Was made a very long time ago locked in a vault somewhere on an asteroid in the Andromeda galaxy. Not entirely sure how old it is but who ever made it, made it to adapt and intergrate other systems. It also has an onboard A.I. that I call Gavin... Real name, I can't pronounce."

"It sounds very interesting and I prefer to pilot my own ship. It uses the Mass Relays for quick transportation and as an FTL drive for translight jumps. This Ley Line you were referring to, what is it exactly?" She asked him, moderately curious about what it was about. After all, it might be just the thing to get her out of the Rut. However, as she was doing this, she made a scan of his face and accessed the Doctor's core in her brain and began to sift through the records to see if the Doctor knew him

[color=blue]"What do you mean they 'escaped'?" she asked at the man, who was clearly afraid for her, trying to explain himself about what had happened. "I mean, All subjects were lost in the escape attempt. We believe some of them escaped the blast as well".

She sighed at first. Then she thought of something. "Well, its not a total loss. Are the locator chips in place?" The man looked at her, possibly with hope he might be spared. That was all the information she needed. "Good. Are they equiped to be detected across the Galaxy using our network of sensors?" His hopeful look did not diminish. He might just be salvagable. After all, the Security should have stopped them. So I suppose its not his fault, not entirely anyways. Yes, I think he is not spoiled goods. "Congradulations, you have managed to spare your life..." She was quick to stop talking, and changed her thoughts, when Pandorian Alliance troops came by. 2 Pandorians, one human, and one Kadosh. They passed by without any problem. Her Neural Inhibitor must be working, considering what she changed her thoughts too. Or they were just not mind readers. Either way, she then continued when they passed. "How much progress did you make?"

"All subjects were given the dose of Kryptonian Blood we acquired. While nothing happened at first, using a combination of Kryptonite and Electricity gave some interesting results. Only some of the powers were acquired, and barely all of them to full effect if any. They appear to have a good amount of Superstrength, Speed is enhanced but not super, No flight, Heat Vision was given but exhausts them. They appear to heal fairly quickly, and have at least part of the immunity. Bullets of low grade will sting a little, but not hurt, but anything with penetration will go straight through, though it will act like going through armored plating. Cold Breath appears to be extremely limited, it wont freeze anything, but they can make some fairly strong wind

(Continuation) Cold Breath appears to be extremely limited, it wont freeze anything, but they can make some fairly strong winds, though not enough to be that effective. They have immunities to all forms of Kryptonite except green, which weakens them, but no where near as much as Kryptonians. Other then that, nothing else really. We managed to achieve the results we wanted. And, I secured the data drive".

"Well then, you have proved to still be useful enough and good enough to continue employment. I will need all your data and subject info to track them".

"Already done"

"You keep redeeming yourself. I am glad they did not kill you..." she then looked at a scary looking man behind her. "Get someone on this immediately. And get...coverstory B established. I want nothing linking this back to us..."

WIth that, she walked off to attend to other matters.

Damion Tevani looked behind him once more, to make sure he wasn't being followed. He did not want to be followed. He couldn't let himself get captured again. He made his way away into and through crowds, attempting to hide himself from anyone who might be looking for him.

Jade Fire was ordered to follow someone, and since she was an expert at tailing, Jade had no problem doing just that. Once her target felt safe, like he wasn't being followed, she continued, staying about a block away from the intended person. What was she there for? You could say that Jade had gotten back from a one night stand and had decided to just do something on her own for a while, after her boss had been murdered last year. She had been doing some miscellaneous work for a while.

Damion Tevani kept moving, weaving in and out of crowds now, before slipping through an alleyway, to another part of the spaceport, and then into another crowd. He wasn't sure if he was being followed or not, but he needed to be sure. He figured that if he just stayed around and in the middle of other people, they would not find him. He then saw the security checkpoint. Antongrad had recently been annexed by the Pandorian Alliance, which has a very strict view of human experimentation, or experimentation of any sentient being.

So, no corporation would just be able to walk in and take him easily. It would not stop them, but it would hinder them.

"Make sure the kids are strapped in! Make sure you're strapped in!" Acinom ordered as he fought to direct the octagonal shaped metal ship. It was an advanced ship, and luckily Aci knew how to drive it. But they had long ago ran out of fuel and making a crash landing. Luckily they were finally in line with a planet. It had all being a rush, evacuating from their come planets, Etrippe and Iiines because of a deadly virus that had wiped out 90% of the population in less than a week. It was deadly to them.

"They're strapped in!" Nyleve, his mate, sounded worried.

It didn't take long for them to come crashing into the space port. There was nothing Aci could do. They had lost all power to the ship. Eventually, it came to a stop in a mass of broken metal. The door opened and a young boy, no older than 3 came crawling out of the wreckage. His hair was long and black, his skin dark brown with weird paler lines all over. He was dressed only in shorts. His eyes were a deep red colour, unlike anything that had been seen before.

In fact, this species had never been seen by anyone before. It was the first time they'd left the planet. They were an android/alien race, the Xupra, that had never left their planet, and no one had visited theirs.

The little boy stood up, battered, cut and bruised before he started to cry.

Robert Tarosi was on the way this ship when the strange vessel crashed. It was all very sudden. Luckily, the magnetic nets caught the vessel, and prevented it from possibly smashing completely and/or exploding. Concerned, Robert Tarosi approached the vessel, seeing the young boy, as rescue teams and repair/salvage drones were dispatched. The C-47 "Cat" drones would help get people out of the wreck, before moving to move it to a seperate location. If it was repairable, they would repair it. Otherwise, they would salvage it of usable parts, and reduce the rest to be re-used in other ships and devices.

"Hey, kid, are you okay?". He asked, kneeling down to look him in the eyes. The boy somewhat reminded him of Jeremy. As far as Robert could tell, he was about the age Jeremy was when his mother died. He wanted to say something, Brit occurred to him the boy might not speak English, Panium, or any other language he knew, so he turned on his universal translator and tried again. "My name is Robert Tarosi. Are you okay? I am trying to help you".

Some of the rescue teams arrived, and several newscasters as well, recognizing Robert Tarosi from the news. They began taking pictures of the boy, Robert, and the unusual ship.

Nehpets continued to cry as he stood there, scared and unsure. But moments later, he was picked up by a man of similar colouring that had crawled from the ship. "What planet have I landed on?" He asked, his voice deep and commanding. Strangely it was English for a species that had never left their planet. Despite not leaving though, they knew other life forms were out there and their android systems had learned several different languages that they had picked up on through various technologies their planets had had. English was not their first language though.

"Who is in charge here? My mate and my children need seeing to. Attend to the boys first. They need the most attention and are more important than the girls and my mate. Once they have been seen to, then the girls can be sorted. If anyone is seriously injured and dying, then kill them. I do not care for injured Xupra." He started to check the boy in his arms out. Inside the ship, his mate would be found and six other children, four boys and two girls. None were seriously injured though.

"Stop crying, Nehpets. Men do not cry and neither should boys. You are a soldier, not a girl."

He then looked at his surroundings. "What are those beings doing over there? The ones with the outdated picture takers? What do they want?"

Robert Tarosi looked at the human like man that came out and picked up the boy. He only hesitated slightly because he had never met anyone like them before. "This is the planet of Antongrad, of the Milky Way Galaxy. Annexed by and a part of the government known as The Pandorian Alliance, a intergalactic organization and government. Also, you would have to take that up with the medical teams. They automatically treat the most injured and critically wounded. You yourself don't look too good".

Various medical teams were coming in to help, but they were not quite sure what drugs to use. So they used genetic scanners to help indicate what drugs might be useful. The scanners themselves were based on Rift Tech, a level of technology only the Pandorian Alliance has truly been able to unlock, as their Homeworld sits on the biggest Rift Hotspot ever recorded.

When he asked about the newscasters, Robert was able to easily answer. "They record things, for other people and for documentation. Those particular cameras are designed to broadcast not only to throughout Antongrad, but all the way back to Pandum, the home planet of the Pandorian Alliance as well.

One of the medical officers took off her helmet after an official asked for a status report. "If there was any foreign bacteria, it burnt up in Atmos. Still, medical scanners are telling us they don't have as many white blood cells as they should. The people inside seem mostly unharmed".

The official surveyed the situation. "Officer Ryla, you have command then. I expect a full report".

Acinom was the worst hurt as he was the one that had being driving the ship, not strapped in and had been thrown around as the ship had landed. He had a couple of deep gashes on his body. Along with the medical scans, and finding out that they were low in white cell count, it would also be found that their genetic make-up was half android. It would seem that an android organism was attached and working in sync with their nervous system.

"You're medical team will see to me first. I am the most important. And then my sons. The woman and girls can wait. That's an order."

Lucky for him, it seemed that he was the one worse for where. As Nyleve managed to limp out of the ship with the rest of the children. All just seemed bumped and bruised. All had cuts on but Nyleve had already, pushed the boys forward to make sure they were seen to first, just like her mate wanted them to.

When Aci saw that a woman was in command he laughed. "A woman is in charge on this planet? Where is your mate? Why don't you serve him? Men are superior to women. I will not take orders from any woman." He told everyone around.

Officer Ryla looked at him as if he had gone absolutely insane. Robert Tarosi wasn't entirely sure what to say, except finally asking "Where are you from?"

It occurred to Robert Jeremy wouldn't like his dawdling. Sometimes he wondered when one of them was the parent and which one was the child. Ever since Jeremy was five, he had been independent, though they still had plenty of memories. Well, except that Jeremy needed him to drive him to school. Though, Jeremy once tried that himself too. Thankfully the cops stopped him before he crashed, but Jeremy had nearly driven it all the way to school without even so much as running a red light.

Robert realized his mind was wandering, and focused back on the man. Officer Ryla jumped in though. "Well, I don't know what policies your Homeworld had, but we believe in equality here. All races, all genders, all religions, all considered equal".

"I am from the planet Etrippe and Iiines. They are twin planets very far in deep space. A virus has broken out that kills our species. 80% of our population is dead and now the last of us have left to try and find other places to live." He told Robert, looking around the place again.

His attention was soon drawn to Robert and the female he was with and he listened to her, frowning as she spoke of equality.

"On our planet, the Xupra have two forms. Male - the soldiers, the superior; and females - the breeders. Women are here to serve and give us children. That is all. I do not know of this equal that you speak of. Who is to serve you then if the women don't serve you?"

Nyleve made sure that her sons were attended to first, and then her daughters, not wanting to anger Acinom. The last thing she wanted to do was anger him.

"Is there a place that we can make our house and have food and water. And I need to start work. Is there a job I can do here to get money so that my mate can still cook and clean and breed for me? And so my boys can grow to be soldiers, and the girls mates."

"Generally people take care of themselves mostly, or everyone takes care of each other in a family. Often it is the mother who does take care of things at home, but not always. However, generally both mothers and fathers work together to raise children, just not always in the same ways. As for soldiers, not sure what you would need them for. I know things are tense, but as far as I know there are no active wars".

"And I am sorry about your species then. It must be horrible, everyone dying like that".

The medical team was somewhat concerned about the virus, and began using more thorough detection equipment. Officer Ryla looked at the man however. "The woman are considered equal to men, and have been for hundreds of years. Sexist policies like that went extinct with the Dark Era. Now, women and men both can be soldiers, and do what they want".

She soon got the results back. "No foreign bacteria detected that could be dangerous. Minor traces of a small bug on the outside of the hull, but it's burned so bad it doesn't pose any risk. As for housing, I know they recently built that housing tower. Good, quality housing for all types of people".

"I am a soldier trained to protect our species, to defend ourselves if attacked. We do not fight in wars. I do not take care of my home. I take care of work. My mate takes care of the house and the children. I only train the boys to be soldiers when they reach the age of ten."

He watched as the medical teams did scans. "We don't have the virus with us. We were lucky to escape before it came further south. You don't need to worry about that. You need to worry about finding us a home."

"My woman is not equal to man and never will be. She is my mate and she serves me." He reiterated before looking back at his mate and the children. "My boys will be soldiers, my girls will be mates. That is the way of my land. I will have nothing different. Now, I think we should be taken to our house so my children can get food." He nodded.

Robert Tarosi watched as some officers came around now to take them to a house that would be provided, per Pandorian Alliance Mandate 23-A4 that regarded how to deal with refugees. Robert couldn't notice about how dead set heavy he was in his beliefs, beliefs that, to his knowledge anyways, most if not all other Galactic civilizations have abandoned for being barbaric. But to be respectful, he kept that to himself.

"Well, I wish you luck then. it was nice meeting you".

Although he held this back as well, he wanted to point out they were not on their land anymore. He did mention this however. "Just be careful to respect other's beliefs though. Being understanding is a valuable trait".

Acinom nodded. "I will respect other people if they respect me." He simply said before gathering his mate and his children once they had been seen to and moved to follow the people that were taking them to their new quarters.

"When you get to your quarters, mate, you will clean the house up and get the children sorted." He told Nyleve. "You are not to talk to anyone, you are not to go out of our new house. The rules are the same as those on our home planet." He told her.

The woman just nodded, following her mate away.

"Ooh, lovely. I get toys to play with as well as a fireworks show!" Jack's grin could've split his face ear to ear. But there was something else in his expression that one would have to know the psychotic man deeply to know. His eyes were empty of emotion.

Jack wasn't here for fun. He was venting.

Crimson Gate.

All at once, three things changed about Jack. Firstly and most notably, A wave of crimson flooded into the air surrounding him, an electrical field that literally ignited a fine, continuous aura of harmless plasma around him. Second, his speed, which had been a steady 50 m.p.h., accelerated to nearly 200 in a tenth of a second. And third, that blur of black hair, pale skin, and red coat started bleeding lightning. Bolts crackled and snapped from him, striking and charging up everything metal he passed as he weaved back and forth through the hail of fire like a ballistic missile from hell. In his wake was a lightning storm as the charged objects threw their bolts out after the organic charger and battery in nigh vein attempts to re-enter his magnetic field. The duffel bag had been dumped, its contents too volatile to keep on his person in this state. Out came his signature sword, which flashed in a almost imperceptible blur as he reached the police lines.

Pulse blasts hit full second after he'd evacuated the area, and his path back and forth in the police lines was a stream of flickering black metal, the jagged, horrific side of Maul's Edge getting put to work shredding armor and flesh with the far inhuman strength Jack possessed. His other hand might as well have been a talon and a hammer, slamming into faces, hooking and tearing at throats, grasping and flinging bodies like toys. Surging lightning rippled around him in a continuous flow like a second armor, and everywhere he went, the crimson glow of his gate technique followed, vastly increasing his movement, and as such, multiplying the electricity his movements produced by a magnitude.

He changed directions suddenly, flipping from the press to land further down the street towards the spaceport, pausing for only a half second. A half second in which he discharged nearly a full 300 gigawatts of electricity in the form of dozens of bolts of full strength, full speed, lightning. Albeit with one critical different.

These bolts traded down volts to reach 10 amps a piece. It only takes 0.065 amps to kill a man, but Jack didn't have the concept of the term overkill, and he didn't bothered to specifically target with that level. He just aimed for the first 40 odd men, woman, and machines he saw lining up guns at him and let rip.

Then promptly boiling down the street for the spaceport, an easy target visually, but in the targeting systems of most weapons, they might as well be looking into a white globe almost 50ft in diameter. The second purpose of the Crimson Gate, flooding enough ambient energy into the air to disrupt advanced targeting, cause seeker missiles to go haywire, and energy bolts to diffuse and actually add their power to the field.

The fact that none of them had so much as winged Jack with a projectile yet was unsurprising. And Jack was savoring that surprise for when they actually did manage to tag him. As he began to clock over 200m.p.h., he thought about the gunships, and his answer to them. Just a little closer terrain is all.

The gunships would quickly adapt to Jack Thirteen's countermeasures, but that wasn't the only thing that happened.

It came out of nowhere. A gravity well calculated so well it formed right as Jack went under it. This gravity would attempt to pull Jack into the air, making him helpless. Additionally, it would use his own energy and powers to help fuel it. That is when Raylan flew into view. He was ontop of a Pandorian Psi-Enhancer, a massive device that was both armored, and able to enhance psionic abilities greatly. The gravity well, in addition to trying to suck Jack up, seemed to only affect him. Plus, it would at the very least slow him down significantly.

Raylan then took out another device, and possibly one of the most damning to anyone with powers. This weapon analyzed your power levels, eneregy levels, even magic, and would then shoot a projectile based off of it that you couldn't be immune to. This weapon had no effect on ordinary soldiers, people without powers, or people adept at withholding their energy, but against someone like Jack Thirteen, it could be damning. Of course, the weapon took quite a by of resources to build, it used quite a lot of power (this is one of the easier things to accommodate though), and it wasn't really useful for standard military use, not to mention impractible, plus it was near impossible to conceal, and impossible to hide on your person, but for cases like this, and when attached to a large, heavily armored and shielded gunship, dealing with someone like Jack Thirteen, that is why you would want one.

Raylan fired it repeatedly at Jack, it having a large AoE blast (because they anticipate the possibility of someone trying to dodge it). Plus, the other gunships were also still firing at him. They might take him alive if it was convienent, but he killed a bunch of people, and was incredibly dangerous, not to mention a Code Black was called in. They weren't really trying to take him alive.

Tom was racing toward the space port on the commandeered speeder but he wasn't accelerating accelerating fast enough. Pacing his feet and locking them into place he placed his hands behind him and released a powerful plasma thrush from his hands. By doing this he easily doubled his speed.

He followed his holomap as he say Raylan's call sign appear. "Raylan this is Tom, I'm on my way the casion seems secure. I'm on a "borrowed speeder ETA 6 minutes." He said as before he began to listen the comm traffic on what was going on. He knew he didn't have a psy enhancer with a reasonable distance so he was going to either have to stick with the speeder or hop on one of the gunships.

The tug of gravity Jack felt was all it was, a tug. He felt his lightning being syphoned to something above him, but he had more than enough to power a strong enough magnetic field to anchor him to the ground, weaving haywire missiles, unguided rockets and bullets, taking a glance over his shoulder as he rolled and flipped over cars in his path to glance back at the man riding the mechanoid from hell pull out some new shiny gun. He turned forward, grinning as he used his heightened speed for a case of sleight of hand on the run, the particles of blood left in his wake too small and damaged by the ionic field around him to be useful for analysis of any kind.

And so when he felt something heavy enter his Crimson Gate area of effect, he did a move extremely unexpected. Reversing direction so suddenly pavement rolled and folded off the street at his feet, he launched himself like a organic missile at the projectile, flipping to slam booted feet against it and springing off right as it exploded with titanic force. He was caught in the detonation, flesh peeling off him and blood spraying liberally as he was hurled by the hand of a god through not one, not two, but four separate skyscrapers, at each one unleashing an involuntary pulse of extreme electrical surge the triggered gas mains, overloaded building power grids, and scorched to glass stoneworks, melting metal and glass.

But even more wrongly, Jack did not crash unceremoniously to the earth, a lifeless hulk. After digging a furrow in a parking lot and crashing through the front of a populated diner with a final tremendous burst that flash-boiled and popped the patrons, servers, and cooks like human popcorn, the maniac swayed to his feet, his gate flickering before stabilizing as he staggered out of the ruined diner. Torn flesh was mending at an astonishing rate, including the macabre regeneration of an eyeball after he yanked the metal support beam that had punctured it and tossed it to the ground. The fruits of Jack's labors in studying the processes that had spawned him, he possessed the heart of Jacks' One to Twelve, and he had consumed the Fourth's. Who's power was extreme speed, very high level regeneration. He only had five minutes of time, but for the distance he had gained over his pursuer's, in a flight like a hyper-ballistic human cannonball?

More than enough to get the drop on them. Was that his style? Hell no.

Less than a minute later, he boiled straight into an ambush no doubt set up for him had he continued down the main way, going completely against the logical new straight path to the spaceport. He simply landed from a leap from a building, slamming down in the middle of the police hard enough to ram a crater in the earth, and unleashed a pent up burst of electricity that would literally throw everything in a 200ft radius around him in the air and lash it with nearly a hundred million volts, and far too many amps to be survivable. Leaving the hellish scene, and his airborne pursuers' likely scrambling to catch back up to him, he once again bolted down the main avenue, again leaving the trail of arcing, chaining lightning coruscating like the path to a bizarre hell in his wake, fresh blood staining his form, flickering off his already saturated coat like the harbinger of madness and death.

To complete the picture, a rictus grin stretched across his face, and wicked fires danced behind those soulless eyes.

Now Jack Thirteen was enjoying himself.

The Pandorian Alliance actually figured he was dead. Until he started killing again. That is when they brought out all the stops.

The Rift Snipers.

A military unit of snipers had been called in to clean this shit up. This group of Snipers were some of the most psionicly potent, and combined them to be even more powerful.

And for one of them, it was a dream to take down anyone like Jack, though he did not know it at the time. Camilion Jones, who's parents were one of the few people who was sent by the Pandorian Alliance to check out Terra, lost contact, and their heads were shipped back to Camilion when he was only nine in boxes. Their neighbors, the Jones, took him inAnd raised him, so he adopted their name, using his former last name as his middle name now.

They were specifically selected for their Psionic Abilities. And there were four of them. One could slow time, one used his psionics to alter bullet paths so they never missed. Ever. One could make certain surfaces passable. And Camilion could make himself completely undetctable. People can't even sense him. He is invisible, unsensable, it's as if he doesn't even exist.

He took the first shot at Jack Thirteen, using the most advanced training and the most advanced technology available to him.

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Raylan moved his gunship over to pick up Thomas in persuit of Jack after hearing he was alive. "Let me officially welcome you to The Taskforce!". The tech being used in this gunship wasn't even Spec Ops grade. The Taskforce was using something that supposedly didn't exist. "Let's go catch a high priority criminal".

Thomas hopped into the gun ship. "Thanks for the lift, wow this stuff just seems to walk right up to us doesn't it?" He remarked jokingly." He wasn't even fully aware of the situation at this point but high priority criminal. "Do we have an ID on this guy?" Thomas asked with a smirk.

He had made sure before to leave the speeder he set it to auto fly back to the owners home address, though from the looks of the guy he took it from it was probably stolen.

Jack didn't sense anything untoward as once again the chase began, the moment a small, fast projectile entered the ionic field of the gate, he made a snap judgement. No fancy dodges, no hat-tricks. It entered the field, slipped into a tiny wormhole torn open by his abilities, and then left another wormhole along the exact same flight path right back to whence it came. Now the chase was beginning to get tiring in the mental sense. He didn't try to be sneaky or subtle with his next move. Leaping, he tore down the Gate for a split instant, collapsing into a gate of a different kind, bringing his own Crimson Gate back into play just in time to catch a ride on the creature that tore through the gate so fast, it rippled a pair of sonic booms slamming as one, breaking Mach 2 as it boiled from another dimension.

The man was a spot of red clinging to the surface of the silver serpent-like form of the Ouroboros, which rippled like a snake, raking it body down the building fronts as it tore down the street at speeds beyond those of his current pursuers. It reared into the air for a moment, a pinprick of red dropping to be snapped up within the maw of the beast, which promptly pinwheeled around, multiple sonic booms ripping the air in its wake as it accelerated even faster, breaking Mach 5 as it dove straight for the line of gunships like the world's largest, most agile bullet. When it closed to within 500ft, it erupted in chaining lightning that blew craters out of the buildings around it as the arcs split from its body with thundering peals. It undulated, making its trajectory waver in order to ram all tailing flying vehicles with the force of a god's hammer.