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RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« Last post by NozzIvix 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
« Last post by Revan.Lorz on February 16, 2014, 06:31:17 pm »
The afore-punched turian whimpered in the affirmative. " 'e bwoke mah jah, sah..."

Trensus's own jaw opened a crack as surprise overtook him. Then he let out a garbled sigh and scratched across his forehead with a talon. "You're expecting me to believe... you trashed up the master's place. ... so you could get a job?"

He'd seen better. As it stood, the best course of action he saw was getting this guy out of here as quickly as possible. "I'll put in a good word with my superior officer. If Analdrun's interested, he'll find you. Sound doable?"
RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« Last post by NozzIvix 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
« Last post by Revan.Lorz on February 16, 2014, 06:15:40 pm »
Slaves clattered against the bars in their cages above, excited by the newcomer.

It was a resigned kind of stimulation, an interest that something new had entered the room, something troubling for the guards they had come to rely on.

Trensus spat to the side as his fellow turian fell from the madman's punch.

He stepped forward and his guards followed. It wasn't so large as the squadron he'd commanded during his time in Aria's guard, but it would be more than enough to take this freak out.

Trensus stared down the man and motioned to the turrets above him. "I don't care how durable that strange ability makes you. These turrets will open fire when you harm one of my own and they will kill you. For now, I've been holding them back, but I hope this puts things in perspective for you."

His avian eyes blinked slowly. "Only reason I was willing to do that for you is it's pretty clear you pack a punch." The newly-graffiti'd architecture had been substantial evidence to the irreverse. "So it's lucky for you that Analdrun's been recruiting. Talk to me, and I'll see what I can work out for you."
RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« Last post by NozzIvix 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."
RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« Last post by Revan.Lorz on February 16, 2014, 04:18:06 pm »
The guards' expressions ranged from aghast to disconcerted, and the forward-most guard, his gun already raised, opened fire.
The Story Board. / Child of the Broken Mind. (Epilogue)
« Last post by NozzIvix 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
« Last post by NozzIvix 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
« Last post by Sgt Grunt on February 16, 2014, 02:11:07 am »
Ka'agars eyes flared in anger at Maeve's question to the floaty jelly alien, and he turned that anger on the alien before him. Using both hands with claws extended, he shoved the man backwards, baring his teeth and activating his Omni-claws.

"You not hear me? You go, before I tear you apart!"
RP(Main) / Re: Pirate Campaign
« Last post by Revan.Lorz on February 16, 2014, 01:54:39 am »
"Is this all it takes to convince you? This one supposes some are impressed more easily than others..." Analdrun swept away from its viewing place, examining the dimensional painting on the wall, the shape of a human woman etched into it. "This one would prefer to speak with the other of its wishes in a more secure area...." Analdrun floated back around, coming to the far edge of the platform. With its sensory body, it watched the floor below be cleaned, hired hands coming in and removing the bodies, alive and dead. It had more than enough resources to create a robotic system, but the Hanar preferred to watch servants clean. It reminded it of how easily the sentient were controlled. "The show is only halfway done. Though this gladiator, the victor, has performed admirably, and will be rewarded, there is yet more this one would have you see..." Analdrun turned towards Sobakov, tentacles motioning at the Vorcha beside him. "You seem to accept this creature's affront to you with much ease. This one is surprised."

Maeve's lips stretched thin, and she eyed the Vorcha with impatience. Ka'agar could stand to be a little more proactive. "Would you like me to remove him?"


A group of three guards, two humans and one turian, armored in tactical and medium armor, approached. They were hired mercs, and held the guns at the ready, caught on guard by the gaping holes behind and before the strangely behaving human.

"Sir, step away or we will open fire." Neutralizing electric rounds lit their guns, and the merc at the front of the trio pet the trigger with one finger.
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