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The grandiose elegants of Wing City Spaceport is offset with constant ebb and flow of all kinds of bustling activity, a surging torrent of traffic with each new arrival.
All space-faring traffic in and out of Wing City arrives and departs from here. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance systems.
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All space-faring traffic in and out of Wing City arrives and departs from here. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance systems.
Customs
There are currently no customs in place.
Wing City Spaceport
You have arrived at the grand Wing City Spaceport, where all space-faring traffic in and out of the city arrives. There are launch towers for older models of spacecraft, and quantum-distortion field panels for the newer gravitational assistance system.
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Katie Brighton [147] "It does not matter what you do, as long as what you do is what you know is good."
Tenna [100] Merc work has its paydays. Got my ship and my rifle, and I'm good to go.
Odgerel [91] She is athletic and stands over six feet tall. Her hair hangs lose, silky black that tends to reflect blue. Her eyes are the bright blue of a welder's torch. She has two tattoos, a golden phoenix on her belly and stylized fire covering her right arm.
Tasi [87] A Lone Quarian, handy with a gun
Lexia Nitiena [82] I'm not weak. I quit. That makes me stronger than a lot of people. Even if I'm weaker than you.
Nagumi Yamata [82] Gundam Pilot and college student.
Zephan [73]
Aeidail [70] She is a very wealthy and high born woman. She thinks highly of herself and is a great fighter with a blade
Eve-Va [70] A being who was sent out from her war torn home world in search for a way to re-Terraform her planet. She is a cruel individual who will mercilessly kill anyone who where to stand in her way. She follows a strict no outside interference policy....
Sam Felixis [70] Drink, fight, fight again, go to bed. My day in a nutshell.
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As Matthew turned back to the girl he would see a flash of white as the royal dress was tossed onto the ground. The girl was now standing in very short shorts and a platinum tank top which exposed her midsection. She brought her platinum hair back into a short pony tail and sighed "Much better, I don't know where I got that outfit but it was stifling" she said looking back towards Matthew with a smile. "Don't worry about that thing, I didn't much care for it, so you did me a favor by ruining it" she said placing her hands on her hips "As for food I am rather hungry" she said
Hm, all of a sudden Matthews jaw decided to not work as the girl tossed her dress to the ground, revealing what she was wearing beneath. Finally after what seemed to him like a year his voice was found, "I-I uh, ahem, well then I would suggest, dining at home." even though he found his voice, his eyes still did not obey him until halfway through his sentence, when they finally looked up from her body to her eyes.
The girl nodded "That sounds lovely Matthew" she took a step forward and looked towards the ground then back up to Matthew "This doesn't feel right" she said suddenly and folded her arms across her chest "I feel like we haven't been properly introduced" she said with a sigh "I would offer you my name but......." she paused and bit her lip. She looked around at the crowd, which because there was no longer any hope of someone dying, had moved on to continue their day. "I can't" she said sadly as she looked back towards Matthew
Matthew almost blushed when she said his name in such a way, though hid it by pondering on a name for only a moment while looking into her emerald eyes, again doing this unknowingly, before he spoke, "Perhaps...Elizabeth, could work as a temporary name? Even though one would not guess it from a glance, you seem sophisticated enough to bear the name of a queen."
The girl smiled brightly and walked up to Matthew, only inches away from him. He was taller than she was so She looked up into his eyes. "If I have the name of a queen might as well go all the way right?" she asked and grabbed his hand and shook it but didn't let it go "Nice to meet you Matthew, my name is Liz Royal" she said with a bright smile, her gem like eyes shining even more brilliantly than when they glistened with tears.
This time Matthew did blush, his facial control left him as he caught a whiff of her hair as well as the fact that she has not let go of his hand yet, "The pleasure is mine, Liz." he said, returning her grin with a small smile of his own which soon turned into a sheepish smirk.
Liz smiled back and blushed as well. Thoughts ran through her head that she didn't know if she had ever had before. The only thing she did know was she was hungry and this guys was pretty cute. though food was more pressing at this particular moment. "So where is your house?" she asked before blushing a deeper shade of crimson. Thoughts of what might happen swan through her head and she quickly let go of Matthews hand and turned around. She took a deep breath and waited for his response. "
"Well at least you find a nice little PUBLIC HANGER for repairs Twig it would have been nice not be in an inner city spaceport, especially on a world like this." Adrian muttered, doing some minor calibrations on the ship's heavy MA gun. "But sir, you said yourself, this planet appears as lawless as any backwater asteroid colony, I would believe that in that situation you want to be in a spaceport." "It was a figure of speech Twig." the blue skinned Paradon muttered. Most of the crew was at work on the repairs, Twig, a strange, self aware machine the crew had picked up had one of his slender hands in a thruster nozzle to clean it.
Kari and her twin brother Cord, both humans as near as anyone could tell, aside from their eyes, silver with orange rings in the irises, were working on the two outboard engine pods. Aurora, a tall, curvy woman dressed in a tight black suit was working on the targeting servos on the ship's forward anti-personnel guns that were used often during quick extractions and entrances.
Kari and her twin brother Cord, both humans as near as anyone could tell, aside from their eyes, silver with orange rings in the irises, were working on the two outboard engine pods. Aurora, a tall, curvy woman dressed in a tight black suit was working on the targeting servos on the ship's forward anti-personnel guns that were used often during quick extractions and entrances.
Perhaps the crew of the Deliverence would recognize Austin Marshall the moment he walked into the hangar. The trademark TIB form-fitting black suit and blue tie sported by the agent was recognizable almost anywhere on Terra. Everyone knew who the TIB was... if only because the TIB made a point of involving themselves with everyone. The crew of the Deliverence, mercenaries they may be, were no exception.
"Afternoon' crew," Austin called out to the working soldiers as he neared the ship, briefly flashing his badge to the whole of the troops, "the name's Marshall. Could I have a word with the owner of this ship? 'Shouldn't take too long." The agent's gaze hovered over each of the mercenaries individually, lingering on Aurora for a short time. The agent gave the attractive a knowing wink.
"Afternoon' crew," Austin called out to the working soldiers as he neared the ship, briefly flashing his badge to the whole of the troops, "the name's Marshall. Could I have a word with the owner of this ship? 'Shouldn't take too long." The agent's gaze hovered over each of the mercenaries individually, lingering on Aurora for a short time. The agent gave the attractive a knowing wink.
Aurora scowled, mentally visualizing her self snapping the man in half before going back to work. "That would be me." replied Adrian from the top of the ship, jumping down and allowing the small jets on the boots and pack he was wearing to slow his fall so he could land smoothly. "So what can I do for you? I will say this, you aren't going to impound this ship, you have no reason to, and I'll be sure not to give you one." he said smoothly, red eyes and white hair standing out starkly on his blue skin, sharp fangs showing when he talked. "If you didn't notice we are kind of busy, so what is it you are after?"
"Nothing sinister," the agent laughed disarmingly, running a finger along his handsome jaw line, "I suppose more then anything, I'm chasing rumors. The TIB is, among other things, responsible for identifying threats to Terran security. Particularly those of a 'paranormal' nature." The agent retrieved a small cell-phone looking device, briefly flipping through the tech pad as he reviewed the crew's records.
"Call it a 'routine checkup.' The TNG likes to keep tabs on its more colorful citizens... and an alien mercenary clan is about as colorful as it gets," Austin grinned, shrugging innocently. "Your records are all up to date and you're completely registered with the government. You're not in any kind of trouble, Mr. Festus. Just a checkup." He looked passed the Paradron's frame, briefly allowing another quick pass-over of the crew.
"...naturally, I assume you're not keeping anything on this ship that would threaten Terran security..."
"Call it a 'routine checkup.' The TNG likes to keep tabs on its more colorful citizens... and an alien mercenary clan is about as colorful as it gets," Austin grinned, shrugging innocently. "Your records are all up to date and you're completely registered with the government. You're not in any kind of trouble, Mr. Festus. Just a checkup." He looked passed the Paradron's frame, briefly allowing another quick pass-over of the crew.
"...naturally, I assume you're not keeping anything on this ship that would threaten Terran security..."
"Unless you can explain where the hell Twig came from I've got nothing." he said, jerking his thumb back as the skeletal robot dropped down to the ground and strode over with mechanical ease that frightened some, especially with his thing skeleton like form. "Last records are two years, seven months and twenty days standard before your ship found me on Refuse Depository R1-5." stated the machine. "First record is of awakening on Refuse Depository R1-5."
"Well as I said, your records turn out fine," Austin nodded, his brows knitting together thoughtfully, "...however, there ARE certain threats that could exist on your ship without you being aware of them." The agent pocketed his cell-phone, his gaze briefly catching Aurora again before turning back to Adrian.
"There's been a helluva' lotta rumor lately concerning your ship... and if the TIB is willing to send me down to investigate, that means that there's also some evidence. The Bureau doesn't operate on rumor. We work facts." Austin stuffed a hand into his pocket, taking another brief look about the hangar. "Mr. Festus, do you know what a 'Dark Angel' is?"
"There's been a helluva' lotta rumor lately concerning your ship... and if the TIB is willing to send me down to investigate, that means that there's also some evidence. The Bureau doesn't operate on rumor. We work facts." Austin stuffed a hand into his pocket, taking another brief look about the hangar. "Mr. Festus, do you know what a 'Dark Angel' is?"
"If I'm not mistaken a Dark Angel is something out of your human Christianity, but if you mean to tell me I have a Black Angel on my ship then I have some news for you and your bosses. They're extinct, no one has seen them in almost seven centuries, and if they are still alive, they haven't been leaving their homeworld that Paradros knows about." he said, "I too keep tabs on what my own government finds." he said,
Aurora for her part didn't seem to be paying any attention to him, still working on the guns, there were four guns, each with multiple servos and they all had to be aligned perfectly, made it hard for Twig or Sandra to make pickups when she shot her own crew instead of the ones attacking them.
Aurora for her part didn't seem to be paying any attention to him, still working on the guns, there were four guns, each with multiple servos and they all had to be aligned perfectly, made it hard for Twig or Sandra to make pickups when she shot her own crew instead of the ones attacking them.
"Extinct or no, their presense on earth left considerable energy signatures on Terra even after they were wiped out," Austin nodded assuringly, "it's quite similar to the pulse given off by a succubus, actually. Anyway, TNG scouters recently managed to find a short lil' pocket of leftover energies in a pit up in northern Europe. They analyzed it for a few months before finally incorpoorating the match into the hourly global scouter-watch."
The agent clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow. "...wouldn't you believe when we found out that YOUR ship was SMOTHERED in that same signature. Quite a coincidence, huh?"
The agent clicked his tongue, raising an eyebrow. "...wouldn't you believe when we found out that YOUR ship was SMOTHERED in that same signature. Quite a coincidence, huh?"
"Yeah, considering the Black Angels were a race, with no documented paranormal power, they just had higher technology. One of my crew uses a unique battlesuit but you can't be telling me you believe Aurora is a Black Angel." he said, crossing his arms over his chest. Even if she was, she was a valuable crew member and he looked after his crew, he needed them more then they knew.
"If what you are saying is correct Agent Marshal, than I believe I can offer a valid explanation. Whatever the Black Angel's used as a power source for there suits is here, perhaps even powering the the ship itself, or maybe me. The point it no one knows what the Angel's used as a power source because no one was able to truly study them." said Twig.
"He's right, according to Extranet there is very little hard data on the Black Angels, almost everything is rumors and artist interpretations of the old stories." said Kord, holding up his own data pad as he came over as well.
"If what you are saying is correct Agent Marshal, than I believe I can offer a valid explanation. Whatever the Black Angel's used as a power source for there suits is here, perhaps even powering the the ship itself, or maybe me. The point it no one knows what the Angel's used as a power source because no one was able to truly study them." said Twig.
"He's right, according to Extranet there is very little hard data on the Black Angels, almost everything is rumors and artist interpretations of the old stories." said Kord, holding up his own data pad as he came over as well.
"I never said they had paranormal powers, Mr. Festus," Austin shook his head, "every living thing emits an energy signature of some sort. This varies from being to being, no two are precisely the same. What we detected WAS from them, no doubt about it. The Black Angels, a hated enemy of mankind, still does have remnants here on earth."
"However, I DO agree with you that the signature coming from your ship could simply be from their technology. If that's the case, then I'd very much like to examine it... if we can find it, of course." Austin raised a curious eyebrow. "...also, I never at all accused Aurora of being a Black Angel. You did that yourself, just now." The agent peered over at the girl, offering her a handsome smile. "...now that you mention it though, I'd very much like to interview her myself. Privately."
"However, I DO agree with you that the signature coming from your ship could simply be from their technology. If that's the case, then I'd very much like to examine it... if we can find it, of course." Austin raised a curious eyebrow. "...also, I never at all accused Aurora of being a Black Angel. You did that yourself, just now." The agent peered over at the girl, offering her a handsome smile. "...now that you mention it though, I'd very much like to interview her myself. Privately."
"There's good grounds for that." said Kord. "The description that has been always said was they appeared like tall, beautiful Arthonian woman, clad all in black, striking from the sky with blue fire and death." he concluded. "Being that Arthonians have been spacefarers in our sectors of space longer makes them the comparison, though you can't really tell them from a human." he finished.
Adrain had to suppress a laugh at the agent's wish to interview her. "Good luck if you can get more than a few sentences out of her." he said, glancing at her as she had yet to stop working, merely having moved to another one of the guns. "She doesn't say much." he explained.
"I think I'll give it a shot anyway," Austin grinned, stepping away from Adrian and towards Aurora. As he approached her, the agent couldn't help but follow the sleek curve of the woman's perfect body, shifting elegantly beneath her black leather suit. If she WAS a Dark Angel, she certainly looked the part.
"...Ms... Albine, is it?" Austin cocked his head, no more then a few feet away from the working pilot, "I don't supposed you could spare a few minutes of your time?"
"...Ms... Albine, is it?" Austin cocked his head, no more then a few feet away from the working pilot, "I don't supposed you could spare a few minutes of your time?"
"Not for a man like you." she said flatly, reaching her arm up with a wrench like tool and for a moment it wouldn't give, with an easy pull. As she pulled harder it was clear she had significant strength, that showing through her suit as well before she finally got it to turn like she wanted.
Adrian watched with a small chuckle, even he had a hard time getting words out of her. And Twig, who if you let him would talk incessantly could almost never provoke a response.
Adrian watched with a small chuckle, even he had a hard time getting words out of her. And Twig, who if you let him would talk incessantly could almost never provoke a response.
"Not for a man like you." she said flatly, reaching her arm up with a wrench like tool and for a moment it wouldn't give, with an easy pull. As she pulled harder it was clear she had significant strength, that showing through her suit as well before she finally got it to turn like she wanted.
Adrian watched with a small chuckle, even he had a hard time getting words out of her. And Twig, who if you let him would talk incessantly could almost never provoke a response.
Adrian watched with a small chuckle, even he had a hard time getting words out of her. And Twig, who if you let him would talk incessantly could almost never provoke a response.
Austin Marshal 's smile was impeccable. "Come on now, love... what's a 'man like me' to a girl like -you-? I'm just trying to get some answers here. There's an easy way we can do that, or..." Austin smiled, stepping forward in a single, quick motion so that he was hardly more then a six inches away from the girl. At this range, the Dark Angel could easily see the Gauss0pistol holstered under the agent's arm.
"...we can do it the hard way."
"...we can do it the hard way."
"Your so called hard way ends with you in the hospital and me in a foul mood for a month. To be clear that is not a threat, it is a fact." she said, finishing what she was doing before turning to face him. "Now, what is you want little man?" she asked, crossing her arms over her gifted chest.
Humans, if it doesn't do what you want, shoot it until it does, that very thought made her scowl.
Humans, if it doesn't do what you want, shoot it until it does, that very thought made her scowl.
Austin Marshal bit his lower lip mischievously. "That sounds like a challenge if I ever heard one, Ms. Albine." The agent quirked an eyebrow, running his thumb along his v-cut jawline as he considered the options before him. Aurora wasn't going to tell him shit, Austin had known that the moment he'd lain eyes on her. He wasn't going to get anywhere with words. Perhaps actions would speak louder in this case?
"Since you're eager to be rid of me, why don't we put a wager on it?" Austin was taking a risk, but he saw no other way of getting to this girl. "A short scrap. You and me. No guns, no weapons... fist to fist. If you win, you'll never see me or any TNG operative ever again. If I win, you comply with my demands. All of them." It sure as hell wasn't protocol, but it was a gambit Austin was willing to take.
"Since you're eager to be rid of me, why don't we put a wager on it?" Austin was taking a risk, but he saw no other way of getting to this girl. "A short scrap. You and me. No guns, no weapons... fist to fist. If you win, you'll never see me or any TNG operative ever again. If I win, you comply with my demands. All of them." It sure as hell wasn't protocol, but it was a gambit Austin was willing to take.