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The Story Board. / Re: Welcome to the Murderdome
« on: February 19, 2014, 05:51:50 pm »
(Oh sweet merciful Space Jesus. It's like an unholy matchup of SMNC, Gundam, and that Hugh Jackman Movie where he wasn't Wolverine!)

Campaign Discussion / Re: Pirate Campaign Take Two...
« on: February 17, 2014, 10:43:49 am »
DJ Katanask demands you dance!

Character Creation / Re: Kent Feare
« on: February 16, 2014, 10:39:59 pm »

Character Creation / Re: Sain Chevalier
« on: February 16, 2014, 10:36:40 pm »

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 16, 2014, 06:40:07 pm »
Alec shrugged. "Got me the interview didn't it? The ice-queen out front was a little standoffish. And that seems fair enough for me. Here's my contact deets." he added, taking out his wanted poster and scrawling an omni-frequency on the back with the pen he kept in his right pinkie finger and handing it to the captain. "Now, I'll be off. I'm going to go mingle." he said with finality, removing Shyfly from her pouch, placing her on his shoulder, and walking nonchalantly out of the pits, headed for the stands.

Well that went well

Says you! I didn't get that hunky Turret's number!

He's not your type anyway. Shyfly replied. Did you see his serial number? He prefers Snipers.

Clara could only blush.

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 16, 2014, 06:24:41 pm »
"Finally!" Alec said exasperatedly. "Someone with a modicum of politeness."

Well hellooo Sailor... whistled Clara, fluttering her eyes at one of the turrets.

What's going on? Shyfly called out from inside the storage compartment. I can't see!

Just stay there, SF. Sandra warned. There's a lot of guns here.

"Now," the mad merc began. "I'm a bounty hunter, mercenary, pirate, entertainer..." he emphasised the last word. "And since getting to this planet, I've noticed that the first three are pretty much in small demand. Then I hear that there's this cute little Jelly that fancies himself an emperor. A Yagh is all well and good, but he failed in the end, correct? All I wanted was a job. Give me something to blow up, and I can make it very... very... interesting. And I think your friend over there can tell you how much damage I can do, if the walls weren't a big enough example."

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 16, 2014, 05:30:06 pm »
The bullet stuck Alec clear in the shoulder, tearing the synthflesh as the bullet disintegrated. The Guard probably thought it smart to aim for his unarmoured arms, but still it made the merc chuckle as the mangled synthflesh knit itself back together, a horror show in itself. "Now now," he tutted. "Since you fired first, that means I'm well in my rights to fight back..." he added, waggling a finger mockingly before leaping forward and clocking the leading Turian straight in the face. Alec heard his shell crack before turning to the humans. "Now. Fetch the man in charge. I have a proposition. If you keep ignoring me, I'm just going to keep breaking stuff."

The Story Board. / Child of the Broken Mind. (Epilogue)
« on: February 16, 2014, 02:18:12 pm »
Kat sighed into her drink as she finished off the dark liquor. She'd lost a lot in the last year, and wasn't exactly sure where to go from here. The money Exo-Geni had already given her was enough for Katrin's goal, a rebuilt Colt in the same place as before, the very place Kat sat now. It was the least she could do for the old Neurotic, especially when she was the reason Kat even could be sitting in a pub, wallowing. She'd returned to Katrin's job as head surgeon at Huerta, but most of her free time was spent here.

Gods Katrin, what'd you do to me?

There was no answer. Of course there wouldn't be. Katrin died on the planet. At least... Kat thought she did. It was hard to tell with split personalities. For all she knew, she wasn't even Kat anymore, yet she remembered being Kat, and not Katrin. Of course, all of the legal paperwork still had Katrin's name on it. When that... bug. Climbed into their mind, Katrin did... something. She'd said she was 'letting go'. Before Kat could even say anything to stop her, she was gone. Of course, so was the Queen, the telepathic link backfiring and buying them time to escape the hive. She had no idea what had happened between her abduction and her rescue, and Ivix had been loathe to tell her.

Speak of the devil. She thought as the Quarian shouldered the pub door open.

"Oi! Mickey!" She called out to the young man behind the bar. Mickey had been Sean's kid brother, a ten year difference between them. He'd been squirreled away to Ireland during the Reaper invasion, and Kat had made a point to find him when she rebuilt the Colt. While she was on the Citadel, Mickey was in charge, like she remembered him wanting to way back in the day. "The SPECTRE's back, get us the usual, will ya?"

"Gotcha Doc!" Came the response as he started filling glasses from two very distant taps.

"He still calls you Doc, then?" Ivix asked as he sat down, popping off his helmet with a hiss.

"Eh, he wants to call me it, he can." Kat replied, moving her now empty glass to the side. "What brings you here?"

"What? Can't a guy visit his ex to make sure she's recovering well?" he said jokingly.

"Hey hey Mr. Spectre, how come I never heard from you for about five years, if that was the case?" she shot back as the drinks arrived and Mickey went into the back.

"Hmm. So what's with the memorial wall?" He said, pointing with his head. "The picture's nice, but the plaque? 'In memory of Katrin Ilnata, Sean and Mitch Connor, the first to enter, the last to leave'"

"Hey, I'm just the grieving twin here, remember?" she said, taking a sip of her drink.

"I still think it's a little weird."

"Hey, be grateful you got me. She hated you back in the day. Remember when I left in the middle of the night and left you with the Hotel Bill?" Kat asked slyly.

"Alright, I get the message. So, you're alright? No sudden need to lay eggs and conquer the galaxy?"

"Not a one. How's that SPECTRE stuff coming along?"

"Eh, basically the same as before. I pretty much get paid to wander across the galaxy on one long pub crawl until something important happens."

"Sounds fun."

"Mmm." He said noncommittally, taking a massive swig of his own drink. "There's problems on this pirate planet in the middle of nowhere, Rouger, or something, but since it's just Pirates and Terrorists, the council's content to let them fight it out. It's not technically our jurisdiction, after all."

"Hmm. Rouger... I've heard of it. A nice little desert planet. You know... If you're ever in the mood for a little cold-blooded-"

He cut her off. "I'll let you know."

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 16, 2014, 11:26:14 am »
Alec couldn't help but laugh. "I knew if I kept knocking, someone would answer, but I seriously didn't expect some two-bit mercs with water pistols!" He kept laughing hysterically, removing Shyfly from his shoulder and placing her carefully into an armoured storage container built into his armour. "A guy that looks like me starts punching clear through solid rock, and this is the response?" He couldn't help himself. The Mad Merc just couldn't stop laughing.

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 16, 2014, 01:07:27 am »
Nanotech? Lokyan thought. How in the hell did he get his hands on that? It's been years since Big Z stepped out of the game, and he was the only one that had nanomachines worth anything. What's Sionis playing at?

Kara took the moment to look over at the strange man. She'd noticed him before, but couldn't place the face. Now that she heard him yelling and swearing in a thick scottish accent, she realized. "Oh no." She merely said. "That's Alec Morgan, the craziest, and deadliest merc to come out of Scotland. Or so he keeps telling people. I was gathering a dossier on him a few months ago, and now it looks like Analdrun's ticked him off." she winced a little as he punched through another wall.

"I'm gonnae keep knockin' until ye answer, ye fookin jelly!" she heard him yell.

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 15, 2014, 09:50:19 pm »
"Motherfuck!" Came Gaijin's voice in Asa's ear. "The Asari just started talking to thin air, I think Kara's been had!"

"Orders?" She asked, preparing to make her move.

"Do nothing." Came Lokyan's cool voice. He could see Trishka across the way, looking down into Analdrun's booth, like he was. "Let Ms. McAlastair deal with this on her own. If Trishka had wanted her dead, I wouldn't have sent her." Even as he said that, his teeth ground a little underneath his hood.

Kara was spooked. Nobody had ever caught her before, and the Asari had made it look so easy. "S-same reason as you." She replied, trying her best to keep her voice resolute. She could feel the weight of her Tanto on her hip, and the compact SMG on her chest. "You know as well as I do that the Jelly's up to something."

Alec punched through another wall, then roared loudly. So far, he'd been ignored, and he hated being ignored. He punched though again, and his fist came away torn. He looked angrily at the cybernetics underneath as the synthflesh slowly stitched itself back together. "Come on, ye wee babies!" He yelled, his anger punctuating his scottish accent. "Come an' stop me, if ye think yer men enough!"

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 15, 2014, 07:42:38 pm »
As Alec walked off, looking for something that looked important, he noticed Trishka from the corner of his eye.

Hey, don't we know her? Asked Clara.

Nah, we can't, at least, we haven't crossed blades with her.

Maybe she's a bounty hunter? Shyfly offered.

"Could be, I don't remember everyone that's shot at me before. Nor do I hold a grudge." he replied as he eyed a support pillar, then punched clear through it.

I wonder what that girl behind her's doing? Doesn't seem like Trishka knows she's there.

Well, apparently there are ninjas on planet. Maybe one of them has a beef or something?

"Remind me to get in touch with these ninjas later, if this doesn't work, maybe they have something to offer. Even Assassins need mercs sometimes, right? Maybe I can wear a bitchin' straw hat and be a ronin or something!" he added as he punched another wall, an interior one, giving him a view into the arena.

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 15, 2014, 06:28:05 pm »
"Stupid Prim n' Proper." Alec mumbled as the woman walked away and slammed the door behind her. "Hasn't she seen my wanted poster?" He asked his three companions as he pulled one out.

Wow, it looks good Mister Alec. How did they get such a good picture for the poster? Shyfly asked.

He sent in headshots to the Bounty Office. Drawled Sandra, rolling her eyes.

Yeah, and it looks kickass! If someone's going to come after us, they should at least have a proper picture, not that fuzzy security camera bullshit.

So... What are we going to do now?

"My dear Shyfly, you are going to watch me work." He **** his knuckles. Not that he needed to, them being artificial, but it made him look cool. "Let's go punch holes in things until someone comes to stop us."

And no, Alec wasn't joking. He actually went on to punch holes clear through walls.

The Sakura was the biggest club on Rouger, helped along in that it was built from a massive underground cave that extended deep into the desert, and dance music pumped through it like a heartbeat. It was a popular spot for offworlders, and especially popular with the citizens. Races were often organised through the club, dangerous low-altitude aircar races through the desert, no holds barred death races. After all everyone needed to blow off steam. Hyun watched the people dance from her office, wishing that she could be dancing down there, maybe with Lokyan, like a regular couple, but then she dragged her mind back to the task at hand. There was still the upcoming meeting with Analdrun, the possibility of the Jellyfish's new corporate backing, Assassins...

The possibilities ran through the woman's head at breakneck speed. In her life, she'd been Homeless, a drug runner, a tech expert, a scientist, a field agent, a Shinobi, a CEO, and now she was married to the most feared terrorist in Hanar space. This politics stuff was truly not her bag. Normally her problem solving came down to one of three things, Hack it, Stab it, or Buy it, none of these worked properly here.

At least, the first two didn't. The folder on her desk had been left there by a Sukuu agent, and Hyun had been agonizing over it even before she'd left for Earth. Now that she was back, she knew it couldn't be put off any longer. If Analdrun was going to be building his forces like this, they wouldn't be able to train enough Shinobi to be able to keep up with him. As much as Lokyan hated it, Mercenaries would be needed. Personally, they knew some from the old days, but this one was on the planet at this very moment, and he was quite the celebrity among bounty hunters.

She took the wanted poster out of it's sleeve, revealing a handsome, obviously posed face with a large credit amount posted as the reward.

"Alec Morgan. The Mad Merc of Scotland."

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 15, 2014, 11:22:35 am »
"Hey lady!" Alec called out, "You don't know what you're missing out on here. After all, I'm an entertainer. And I know exactly what your boss needs in his murdering entertainment." He added with a slightly annoyed smile. "I imagine he'd give you a little raise if you were the one to introduce us."

RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« on: February 15, 2014, 02:05:40 am »
Alec was staring for a while before he remembered why he'd come here. The woman walking away from the stiff in the suit seemed important enough, she even held herself like one of the noble people he remembered meeting during his childhood. Not caring about decorum, he caught up to her with his long, powerful strides.

"'scuse me, your stabliness." He said with his best business smile. "But I'd like to speak to the manager of this establishment. I think you can guess why." He added with a slight movement of his powerful looking Cybernetic Arms, happiness hiding behind the soft red glow of his eyes.

Well that's one way to make an introduction. Shyfly commented from his shoulder.

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