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Arba Porter

'At once my life has became nothing'

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a character in “The Nevillian Wars”, as played by Polka

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Age:
21
Weight:
120 lbs
Height:
5'1"
Personality:
Anyone who knew Arba before the war would tell you what a great leader she was. As a commanding officer she was strict with excellent battle tactics. This never really left her with enough time to make friends, which is why Arba was often thought of as a cold person.
Nowadays Arba is a shell of what she once was. She is still strong willed, she has had to be to survive but there is something missing. Arba has lost her drive and focus she has nothing to live for. Therefor she simply exists.
One thing that has stayed the same for Arba is her bitterness and hatred, though she can no longer control these emotions which send her into fits of rage which has lead the Prison guards to believe she is mentally scarred.
However she is not. Arba is very aware of who she is and where she is, which is exactly why she keeps herself quiet.

History:
After the war Arba was sentenced to death. At first she was shocked, though she did not show it. Of course nobody wants to die but Arba still felt she had a purpose and belived she had committed no crime.
Though the Lords of justice disagreed with her.
However, her sentence was changed to life imprisonment with no chance of parole or early leave. Which meant she was to spend the rest of her life in a dark cell branded as a traitor.
It was a meaningless life, locked up all day and being looked down on. Arba kept quiet most days, though she was short her silence intimidated many others which guaranteed her safety in the maximum security prison. Arba's facial scars have now faded into her complexion, however, she is still left with full body scars for Lev.
She continues to live each day but ironically wished that she had kept the death penalty. She has no purpose for being alive.


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Arba Porter's Story

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#, as written by Polka
Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip

It was the same monotonous sound that the leaking pipe had made every day. All 730 days, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip.

The woman lay in her uncomfortable cell bed. She looked up onto the grey ceiling, she had chalked tiny stars on it. Something that reminded her of home, it was only a small comfort but a comfort all the same.
Her long blue hair hung endlessly over the bed frame, it had grown longer that she would have cared for on her ship but small things like grooming became a luxury in this hell hole.

Arba was a mess. She was not the once youthful captain she had been on her prize ship, Catatonia. She was now a shadow of her former self, you could see how much of her life had been taken from her in the two years she spent in Prison. It was why most days she wore a long black hooded black cloak in which she fashioned from an old sheet that she no longer wanted in her cell. If the other inmates saw how fragile she had become they would be more likely to cause problems for her. Problems which she would not be able to fight off as her field training was a thing of the past.

Her rest was interrupted by the unlocking of her cell door. It was not a usual occurrence for a guard to enter her room, she was curios enough to sit up at this point.

"Arba Porter, you have a visitor. Turn around, and put your hands behind your back for detainment."

A visitor? In all the time she has been in her dungeon, no-one had visited. Everyone was either to ashamed or didn't care that she had fallen so far from grace.
She complied with the guards orders and moved her frail body to face the wall, she then placed her hand behind her back.

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#, as written by Polka
Even if Arba had wanted to escape, she couldn't. They had kept her underfed for a reason. Even though is wasn't following protocol sometimes she would only receive one meal a day.

She understood of course that in their eyes she was scum and so she must be treated accordingly.

As the two muscular security guards dragged her into a the meeting room, Arba took a brief look around and noticed another man in the room. She wasn't going to pretend she knew he was, though she was intrigued when her refused to leave the room when he was asked.

They forcibly sat her into a chair and attached one of her cuff to the bolted down table. Man they never got sick of their procedures.

Instead of facing forward Arba kept her head down. Her long tangled blue hair touched the floor and covered her face. She was definitely not the women she once was. She was now a dog who had lost it's bite and it's bark.
It killed her inside to think that people were laughing at her, now a former shadow of herself but she also didn't have the strength or energy to care.

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"Wow, you let yourself go." Kyle comments on the sight of the prisoner. "Hiding your face? I know the feeling," He plays with the part of his fringe which covers the left side of his face.

He looks up towards to two visitors, "Sorry, you may proceed." Kyle looks back at the prisoner and begins to visually examine her. He looks around for certain signs, he attempts to read her thoughts, he soon decides to just lean back and relax. Still with his eye locked onto the being he has to 'Keep an eye on'.

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#, as written by Polka
Arba didn't move or speak. She let the guard escort her to the showers.

The guard waited outside as Arba began to undress. It been a long time since she has a warm shower, the warmth of the steam pressed gently into Arba's skin.

Arba stepped into the cubicles. It was empty for the first time. In all the two years she had resided in the prison they had always been full and she had always been made to go last.
The warm water hit her skin and she felt the sting of tears mixing into the water flow.
She was free. Finally she was out of this hell.

After spending a well deserved ten minutes, dousing herself in warm water Arba dried herself and dressed in the clothes from the package left for her.
The soft fabric made her skin feel alive again. It was almost like she was a new person after cleaning herself up.

She tied her long hair into a plait and exited the showers. Leaving her old clothes behind.

' Commander, I am ready. Please take me where I need to be '
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#, as written by Polka
She decided to shrug off the new faces rather rude comments. He would learn in time that she wasn't such a pushover.
Of course she used to be the ruthless and well respected Captain of a huge fleet and she was good at it.

She followed the Commander to the long haul space shuttles.
' Can you tell me why I am being taken from here ' She asked then man.
He looked at her, he had a stern face, he didn't seem the least bit happy that her was escorting her anywhere.

Arba felt the security was way overboard. There were armed soldiers on every corner and all because she was being transferred somewhere. She even had her own special guard who had followed her since being held in the interview room
She looked at this new man. Wondered why he was so special.

Never mind. She was she he would make himself more know at any given opportunity. He seemed like a loudmouth.

As the group entered the shuttle Arba was told to sit and wait for further instruction. This gave her more time with her new entourage.

' Why is it your job to follow me around? ' She asked Kyle.

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The Commander returned and beckoned Arba to follow him. She was let to small room with a bed.
It looked comfortable.
' You are to rest whilst we transport you to your new destination '

Arba nodded graciously as the man left the room. She lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

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XA-1022 NT-3521. These were the coordinates given to Sirec. From what he knew, they were out on some asteroid belt, a good distance from any 'tracking posts.' Knowing this, and being familiar with high levels of secrecy, Sirec expected either a base or a meeting point. If you weren't planning on showing anything off till you have it all together, that was a good place to collect everything. It would likely all come in cloaked, or at least with some form of anti-tracking.

On time, his work on Sirvem was finished. Now was a perfect opportunity to test if everything went in right. After the initial starting flight testing was complete, Sirec was off.

"Sirvem to tower, clearance?"

"Tower to Sirvem, path B to door 5 is authorized."

"Sirvem to tower, all tests 100, heading to door 5 by path B."

"Tower to Sirvem, good luck."

After a small five minute travel time, Sirec made his way to door 5. Exiting the base, Sirec shot one last communication. "Sirvem to tower, cloaking charging. It was nice seeing you."

The small mech shot from its location, heading on the fastest calculable path to the coordinates set. Slingshoting around the nearby planet and the sun, Sirec began system automation. It was nice on long, high-speed travels like this. He then pulled up a small games collection. It was all he had for the 20 hour flight.

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It took about 10 minutes after the automation shut down to get into the asteroid field. Once in the place where tons of rock float in a mindless orbit, Sirec choose a good one to land on, letting Sirvem's attachment systems grab the rock. Now he waited, still cloaked, for a vessel to uncloak.

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Kyle entered the room in which Arba was told to rest in. He stands at the door, waiting for it to close. Kyle removes the rifle he keeps strapped around his body and leans it against the wall next to the door. The long, sharp bayonet glistens in the dim light.
Kyle slowly walks up to the bed and sits on the edge of it, his grey eye looks straight at the body lying on the bed. His face attempts to look caring, but instead it stays in the usual emotionless expression. His voice is still the same boring mono tone but quieter than before as he speaks towards the body. "Hey, you awake?" he asks Arba while poking her. "I thought we could use this opportunity to get to know each other, and I could answer your question if you wish."
Kyle seems to have calmed down, he doesn't attempt to sound cocky. He sounds much more serious than before.

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#, as written by Polka
Arba fell into a light sleep.
She never slept heavily anymore it had been far to dangerous to do so in the prison.

She was awoken by a soft voice.
Though that didn't matter to her. She sprung up and flipped her body upwards. She had nothing to use as a weapon so she balled her fists and held them in front of her.

This was always her reaction to being awoken. She was so used to being on the defend.

Once she realized who it was she relaxed her muscles
' You want to get to know me?' she queried as she sat back down on the bed.

Her mind was racing, she had no idea who this person was or why he was now interested in her.

' Who are you? And why do you need to follow me?'
Her tone was demanding, she had no idea the correct way to speak to anyone anymore.

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Kyle reacted to Arba's sudden jump by quickly standing and stepping back in inhuman speed. He stood for a few seconds before realizing that Arba had calmed and relaxed, so he sat back down and proceeded to speak, calm and mono tonal. "Yes, I do." He ignores the demanding tone and answers the first question, then quickly moved on to the others.
"I am Kyle McLoughton, I'm a 17 year old mercenary. I don't exactly need to follow you, I was just hired to do so. You see, my group have a high interest in you. You are a dangerous person, but so am I. My job is to protect you, in case you do something that has the potential to getting you killed. I look up to your abilities, that's why i took on the job. Really, we want to speak to you. Maybe even recruit you, I would explain. But it's better if we wait until we have the chance to speak where there is no possibility of being listened to. It is very confidential and dangerous. Our plans that is. How about we become friends? Work together, I hope I wont be a bother to you." Kyle stops speaking and stares into Arba's eyes, he fiddles with his gloved hands while he speaks. He isn't used to a lot of speaking or human interaction of course.

"If you could show off your abilities to me, I'll show you mine." Kyle speaks a little more as he points to the strange metal rings attached to his gloves, a small pipe leads from the rings into the sleeve of his suit. They must be connected to a core somewhere on his body. Kyle looks up to Arba once more and stares, as if he is looking straight through her, Now that she is more calm than she was in the prison, it is easier to read her body language and use his powers of perception to figure Arba out.

"Now, how about you tell me about yourself?" Kyle begins to become a bit curious about the ex-con who sits in front of him.

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"Sirvem to Reaper, going to Hanger Bay 1. ETA 5 M." Sirec said over the comms. Hanger Bay 1 was on the side of his approach, but slightly farther to the back of the ship that some of the closer openings. Didn't bother Sirec. The other ones were likely for fighter launching, or so Sirec thought.

Entering into Hanger Bay 1, Sirvem was only a little bigger than the general loading mechs. When Sirec found a good spot, he activated the clamps on the feet of Sirvem, locking it into place. He then exited his vessel.

"Sirec Dovim, are you oof." The escort fell to the ground, knocked out with a well placed hit. Sirec was expecting a slight bit more time off of Sirvem before any escorts came, and reacted as such. The rest of the escort pulled their guns on Sirec, none willing to fire until he pronounced himself a threat.

"Next time, give me more space." Was the only comment that Sirec had, not even bothering to release his side arm from its holster. He then followed the escort where they would take him.

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"I guess I'm gonna have to wait til later for your introduction" Kyle speaks to Arba as he calmly stands and stuffs his hands back into his pockets. "C'mon, we better do what this ass says, don't want him to get irritated. He seems like the type who would take any excuse to shoot you. Actually, he IS. " Kyle swings his head towards the door while walking towards it, signalling that they both should leave.

Once at the door, Kyle looks down to his rifle. Still leaning against the wall, the polished bayonet glistens in the light and the rest of the gun seems to shine as if it were brand new. Kyle likes to look after his rifle, for some reason he is attached to it. Maybe because it was this old gun which saved his life and determined his future. Kyle grabs the rifle and places the strap over his head onto his shoulder and under the opposite arm, causing the gun to hang at an angle with the barrel pointing upward. He proceeds to leave the room.

Outside he looks towards the Captain, he ignores any looks or reactions that is given and speaks. "We were simply talking. If you have a problem then too bad." He looks away from the Captain as if he were ashamed to just look at him. Kyle obviously sees himself higher than the guy with a badge to prove his command. It's all pathetic. Humans are pathetic. "Take me where I need to go..." Kyle slowly talks in his usual tone, his cocky actions have subsided for now.

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#, as written by Polka
Arba was confused to who this guy was working for. Especially since he mentioned recruitment.

She had no idea how to respond to him, was he a spy?
It was at that point that the Commander entered the room. He looked pissed and he clearly wasn't a fan of Arba, she could tell from his pissed off tone.

' I guess your right. Maybe we can catch up another time ' She indicated to Kyle that she was leaving with the Commander.
She followed him straight into the loading bay of a new ship.
The smell was intoxicating. Arba had loved everything about her old ship. It's smell, its touch and especially it's personality. Yes, that's right, Personality.
To some her ship was just a pile of scrap metal but to Arba it was like a kid brother or sister. It could be temperamental at times, often losing the functions of it's lasers which required constant engineering. On those days Arba knew her ship was upset.
However, On a good say Arba knew her ship was happy.
It was weird how close one could become to a machine.

Arba was now ready for her mission. Her old self was slowly coming back.

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Walking with the Captain, Kyle said nothing. He just activated his eyepiece and began scanning and evaluating his environment. He notices Arba walking with the commander and surrounded by guards. But there was another guy with her, and he looks familiar. Wasn't he in a book? No, he was in a report. But why? It's too confusing to think about, there are more things to think about. Mainly strengths and weaknesses of the people around him.

Once at the bridge, the first thing Kyle does is look around the room and scan everything in sight. It's safer to do that.
He begins to pay attention to the guy who was speaking to Arba. He scans and then retracts his eyepiece to evaluate the guy's body language and use the power of perception to figure him out.
the guards seem tense, why? Maybe I should do the same? Or I could pull a prank and freak these guys out. Kyle thinks as he notices the tense atmosphere. The moment he thinks about pulling a prank, he loudly blows more air out of his mouth than usual. As if he was laughing. But his face stays emotionless.


(Kyle is a mercenary/terrorist working for the illuminati. I was planning on showing that later)

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#, as written by Polka
Arba was lead to the flight deck. She supposed that she would now meet the person who had requested her.
She really had no indication of who it would be.

At first he only spoke. She recognised his tone immediately. She felt for sure that the only reason she had been sent here was so he could watch her suffer. After all she did nearly kill him.

He named her traitor just like everyone else and he hadn't turned round to address her directly. She kept a straight face, there was no way she was going to give anyone here the satisfaction of seeing her fear. A feeling she had become most accustomed to in her short life.

Chase turned around, there was a hint of irony in his tone. Arba didn't feel afraid any more, she didn't feel like a traitor and she felt like the Captain she once was.
' You seem to have aged since the last time we met. I guess you could say you have grown into being a man instead of the boy I once knew. '

It may have sounded rude but of course human interaction was not her strong point after two years in solitude.

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Sirec stood motionless, silent. His mask made him impossible for anything other than his professional and deadly looking stance. Nothing. Not even a millimeter of skin shown through his uniform and mask. The only thing that moved was his eyes, which could not be seen. He was looking through the schematics of the Reaper. The cloaking field was definitely Sector 1 tech.

Sirec also looked around. His head did not move, but he could easily pick up the transmissions from the cameras. The last thing that Sirec wanted was another surprise. He was bothered by the number of guards. This woman around him looked far from dangerous, but it was a fat chance that she would be penetrating his guard. Or any of the others on this ship. He never trusted anyone from the start. They had to prove they were worth his trust.

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Kyle was staring straight forward. Daydreaming out of boredom. It took a few seconds before Kyle snapped out of his daydream once he received the question from Chase. He quickly brings his head up with a little grunt of confusion. Then he finally processed that he was being spoken to, he looks straight hat Chase. His eyes pierce into chase's body, half closed to show boredom. It looks like he was falling asleep. He finally answers in a quiet mono toned voice. "I am at the right place. I was ordered to keep an eye on Arba. I don't know why, I was just told to. I apologise for any inconvenience I have caused. But I will not abandon my order until it has been fulfilled. I believe I can be of help though, I have some experience in warfare..." Kyle looks away at the last sentence, trying to ignore some flashbacks he received.

Kyle grips his fists inside his pockets, his face stays emotionless but his thoughts are full with hatred. Kyle begins to relax again and he returns to his usual calm posture of slouching slightly with his hands in his pockets. He stares at Chase without a word, his visible grey eye glistens in the light.

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#, as written by Polka
What?

A pardon?

Was she dreaming?

Chase had asked her to go back to the very thing she loved. Of course her rank would not be as high but she was ready.

' I accept your terms.'

Arba watched as Chase discussed something with a subordinate. There was concern in his face, something that Arba knew all to well about.
Things were now getting serious, whoever the attacker were, they were causing trouble.
There was no way that Arba would have been let out of prison if there was a risk the attackers might win without the best people on the job.

Of course she was not the same any more. She had a lot of new experiences that had slightly altered her sanity. There were days where she would just talk to herself.
God knows what kind of woman she would of become serving her whole service.

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"Understood, sir." Sirec said as he took a very formal stance, then gave Chase a nod. When Chase was done talking, Sirec began to follow Arba as he began to hear what Kyle said. Those close enough would hear a muffled, and not nice sounding, grunt. He should show more respect. The file of Chase at least had enough in it to earn some respect from me. I might just throw him out the airlock myself.

When Sirec reached the ensign who was assigned to show him and Arba to their quarters, Sirec said "My quarters please."

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#, as written by Polka
Arba was now Lieutenant.
She was going to miss being called Captain.

Herself and Sirec left their quarters.
She decided to ignore Kyle, whatever rant he was having at their new Captain was of no concern to her.
None of her crew would of dreamed of speaking to her that way.

She turned to Sirec ' I suggest you watch that man closely. Since we will be working together my name is Arba Porter former Captain of the Catania and traitor scum. I see you are Veran, don't think I have ever been in a Verans presence before.'.
This was her way of creating peace between the two. So far the only person she had spoken to was Kyle and now he was threatening the Captain. It was time to start fixing her name.

She was shown to her room and she made her farewells to Sirec before locking the door behind her. She wanted no visitors. She was finally alone. No surveillance.

She began to change into her uniform. Work had begun.

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Arba had taken some time to settle in.
The bed was comfortable and she had a bathroom.

It was now the simple things that she enjoyed the most. Though she knew she would never completely be the same. Far too much had happened in her life.
After putting on the uniform Arba searched the cupboards above her bunk, they were filled with small treats. She knew this was not a customary thing in a lieutenants bunk. He must of placed it there as a good will gesture.
She had a chance to eat before she heard the tap on the door.

She tied back her long hair and placed in into the cap she had been given as part of her uniform.
' Two seconds ' She muttered as she quickly tied her boots and wiped the crumbs down from her uniform.


The door creaked open. The metal framing needed oiling, Arba made a note of it. She had once been a very good engineer, how funny it was now that her biggest fix was a door frame.

Chase stood at her door. She raised her arm to salute him. She had nothing against him. She only tried to kill him because it was her orders to do so. Lev on the other hand...

'Captain. What are your orders. ' She asked, rather abruptly.