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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: ✡ on July 18, 2011, 06:03:12 PM
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Drake's eyes shot open. The nightmares were back...horrible dreams about darkness and emptiness. He sat up in bed and looked around the darkened room. He remembered where he was. Just a cheap hotel suite on Niyasha. He was glad that he wasn't like most Melpomenian refugees...unable to find a new home after fleeing from their planet. Drake motioned towards the window, it flashed from opaque to clear and he looked upon Niyasha's cityscape. Fires burned far off in the Southern district...Drake shuddered...the riots must be back. That's all there were these days...across the Universe. Riots, nobody had enough food, water, or shelter and no government could provide them with those things. Drake shielded his eyes from Niyasha's failing sun. Any day now, darkness would fall on Niyasha...
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Scar woke up this morning... Or what he used to call morning. He dressed himself with his ripped t-shirt of a metal band and some ripped camo jeans. He then took his daily shot of his radiation antidote and noticed this was one of the few that he had left. Damn. Gonna have to find the ingredients again. Scar then put his backpack on his back, took his shotgun, cranked it and then started to walk. Living out on Isur was deadly as living in a wild jungle. Especially when every survivor on Isur knows that Scar has the only book capable to live with all the planet's radiations without dying. Everybody wanted that book but so far, Scar had kill anyone who tried to take that book away from him.
As he walked towards an abbandoned military airport, his final destination, he saw something move in the shadows. Scar took his shotgun with both of his paws and started to walk more carefully, his ears perking any low frequencies. At one point, a man jumped off a low roof and landed about 4 feet in front of him. The man had a knife in his left paw and he was pretty deformed due to the radiations. Where is the book, Scar?, the man asked. Oh yeah the book. Sometimes, I tend to forget that I'm the one who has it. answered Scar ironicly. Scar dropped his shotgun and his backpack on the ground. Look, I am not giving you the book but I can give you something else. I have prepared a couple of spare antidotes and I can give you one if you want. Scar then took a clear bottle out of his backpack and threw it to the man, which he caught pretty easily. Thanks.
After that meet, Scar started to walk again and smirked as he waited. He then heard a loud howl, followed by some pain noises. Scar knew who it was. You don't fool Scar WhiteDream. What a fool that guy. Taking anything you give to him. Scar smirked again. He did not give the man a bottle of antidote to drink; he had gave the man a bottle of sulflurid acid. Reason why the man screamed in pain as the acid was killing him by the inside.
Next stop for Scar was the military airport to get off this planet and head to Niyasha, a planet where all the refugees go for a bit better life.
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Geist recalls the moment when darkness began to consume the earth during his arrival on Niyasha. The last moments of mass pandemonium and how the military began to open fire on the crowd to the transport ship. He shudders at the thought of all packs left to their own devices in the darkness....Just another planet gone and It won't be long until there is nowhere to run. As the ship begins the disembark process Geist puts on his custom gp-5 gas mask and screws on a filter just incase. The government has no idea who I am now and no one needs to know. He notices huge smoke plumes contrasting with the sunset on the horizon and the sound of gun fire not too far away.Geist then pulls out a map and begins his quest to reach the northern district and hopefully find some usable supplies on the way...
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Tohaku rests against the wall of an abandoned apartment building. What would once be called morning was steadily coming and yet sleep has yet to find him. His eyes close but his ears remain open to the slightest of sound change. Eight more steps and pull the trigger, boom.......headshot He thought to himself. Light taps are heard through the wall. He counts them steadily, once step eight hits the floor he pulls the trigger of his rifle. The bullet flies through the wall, taking its target through the right temple. Good night. This was nothing personal. If not for your bounty, I might have bought you a drink. Sleep tight ex-survivor. You may be the lucky one this day. He steps around the corner and stands over the body. Riposare in pace The word he spoke were from his father. It meant Rest in Peace. He retrieved a necklace and the revolver from the mans body. I'm sorry I can't bury right now but I'm sure you'll be of use to something out there. He shouldered his M16 custom and packed up the retrieved items. The walk back to town in this God forsaken land will be long and dangerous but atleast a meal and water will be waiting, the gun and necklace would make sure of that. Life on Niyasha, Living the Dream.
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Olaris was floating in a matrix filled with multiple holographic screens orbiting around the area. He was focused on a single scree, which was playing back the disaster at his home home with a depressed look. Underneath the screen was another smaller one which showed information on the events sound spectrum.
His hand waved over it continuously to bring it back to the one and only peaceful moment within the memory. He managed to peel himself away from the screen, allowing it to dematerialize into binary data as jackle appeared next to him. The jackle was shaped with millions of binary data to represent it's form, it spoke to him in an echo as it waved it's hand through the air, removing the other screens and turning the area dark. “Olaris, reminiscing this again? It's time to wake up... or we will both die.”
Olaris slowly opened his eyes, which were greeted by a dark swarming cloud. He coughed a few times as he crawled out of bed, groggily hobbling around to regain his sense of location. Once again hearing the Jackle's voice echo within his head “Olaris, we need to leave now. The building is going to collapse”
This message took a moment for it to register, which was quickly followed by Olaris growling as he dove to the side when the roof above the bed collapsed, joined with a heap of flames entering the room“The freaking building is on fire?!” Quickly he hopped back to his feet and jumped through the window, onto the fire escape. Quickly he began to run down the stairs and dropped the latter. When he reached the street he was taken aback by how quickly a riot was started, and began back pedaling to pull away from the crowd as far as he can.
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Drake stalked out of the building. He wrapped his cloak around himself, no use in letting the wrong person recognize him. He passed by a group of preachers from the Order of the Red Mask. Each member of this cult spent their days beseeching crowds throughout the Universe to repent as the end was coming. Drake snorted, ironic that after trillions of years of preaching Armageddon, these cults finally got it right. But they were a powerful group these days, in fact Drake was going to see the High Priest of Niyasha to negotiate allowing him to obtain a spaceship to escape Niyasha. He would probably flit off to some backwoods planet to wait out the End in comfort. Drake soon arrived at his destination and the tower of the Order's Citadel reached up into the sky. It was time to deal with these zealots..
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Scar landed on Niyasha after stealing a military spaceship. From his meet to the spaceship, Scar had killed 23 people who wanted his book. Scar was a cold blooded husky when it came to survival matters. But anyways, he jumped off the spaceship and looked around. This planet was almost even worse than his planet, minus the radiations. Still, Scar would have to take his daily antidote shot for the rest of his life. While thinking on where to go, a man approaced him. You there. I see you have landed on our planet. Now, I want to see your papers now or I'll have to take you to jail. Maybe you are a... Scar did not let the man finish and shot him in the leg. As the man fell on the grown, Scar growled and said with a powerfull but calm voice: I do not have to receive orders here. Scar WhiteDream never follows orders. This is worse than a jungle here. It's survival dude. Take the pain that comes with it. I don't care if you are part of "special" forces... I live my way. Accept it... Or die under my bullets. Scar shot the other man's leg and smiled, leaving him bleeding and screaming in pain. I love comparing the hard life to living in the jungle.
Scar loaded his shotgun and while walking, he looked around curiously. He did not know where he was heading but he liked the peace coming from the place. He knew nobody from his planet had taken refugee out here since the governement did not want the radiations to spread on other planets.
After a moment, Scar looked up and saw a church bell tower. He smiled as he thought : "Hmmmm... I wonder if I could buy my ingredients with a couple of golden church statues". Scar slowly walked towards the church, still carefull to any other interventions towards him. Like he said to himself, he would kill anyone on any planet to be able to survive.
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Tohaku arrives in one of the many lums that were once bustling towns. The people whisper and stare as he walks past, his work very well known around these parts. He steps inside a small bar and lays the necklace on the counter. The contract is complete. The payment we agreed upon was 2 gallons of water and 3 MREs. The older man at the counter placed a bag on the counter. The pistol you requested aswell. I assume you have our secondary payment. A second bag is set on the table. Tohaku smiles lightly and places the pistol in the stranger's hand. You let me know if there's anything else I can do for you. See ya old man. He grabs his bags and walks outside. Two children sat against the wall and look up to Tohaku. Here. You look hungry. He sets a gallon of water and an MRE in front of them and walks away. He thought back to when he was young. When his clan would share food with strangers. When trade and gifts weren't shadowed with greed and suspicion. They needed it more than he did. Besides........he was a murderer as far as anyone was concerned. He did deserve the luxury of extra food and water.
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Olaris quickly spun on his heels to run down the street to get away from the riot. However he heard a bullet go off, and quickly duck behind a mail box. As he pulled out his pistol and flicked the safety off the AI in his head spoke calmly as before. “The shot was in a distance... to the northeast.”
The fox growled lightly as he placed a hand on the top of the large canister and pulled himself up to look over the top, “Great... and thats where I am heading.” he groaned.
“I am sorry Olaris. But I am afraid you chance, the riot or the shooter. The odds of survival are...”
“I KNOW. My odds are better facing a crazed gunman then running through a murderous crowd.”
“Then stop waisting time.” the computerized jackle's voice rang in his head in a echoing chorus before fading to silence.
Olaris nodded and pushed away from the box, spinning on his heel and running down the street reluctantly towards the sound of gun fire, keeping the safety off of his pistol for now. “Thank you Eden.”
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"Drake!"
Rick ran up to the cloaked figure.
"How are you doing these days?" the kid asked, nonchalantely flicking his tail.
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Drake leaped back. Gah, another one of those refugees. Trying to cash in on
"knowing" one of Melpomenia's few survivors. He swept away towards the Red Mask's tower. They had something he wanted, an old military ship. Good enough to get him off this rock and away from the destruction.
He showed his ID to one of the armed guards in front of the Tower and he stepped into the turbovator to go up to the top.
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As he walked, Scar lit up a cigarette and kept walking ears perked for any suspicious sounds from his environnement. He moved up quickly but silently and soon arrived at about 150 feet from the front church stairs. His eyes were perfectly seeing the 2 guards standing at the front door. What type of church would be protected like that?, Scar thought. He waited a little bit, trying to figure out a way to enter and suddently saw someone in a cloak walking up the stairs and gave one guard something and then go in. As he wondered how he could enter the church, he suddently remembered that he had what he needed in his backpack. Scar took his backpack off and took out a breifcase. He put it on the ground and opened it. In that case was a nice military sniper that Scar found in the militry airport on Isur with a pack of 100 sniper bullets. As Scar assembled it, he hummed a Metal song riff and then put the bullets, cranked it and prepared himself.
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Scar kept humming a metal song while unassembling his sniper with a smile. Two bullets and the job was done. No wind in the air made it more simple. Two bullets, two headshots.Too easy for me, Scar said to himself with a very low voice. Scar was proud of him as all of this shooting perfection came from his father who was in the military 10 years before he was killed by the nuclear explosion. This thought made Scar pull a sad face and he threw his cigarette away, litting up another one. Scar took out a picture of his pocket and looked at it while a tear was rolling down his cheek. On the picture was all his family plus his boyfriend: his mother Tanya, his father Tom, his 16 year old brother James, his 3 years old sister Anabelle and his boyfriend Josh. He growled in pain as he remembered losing them all in one explosion and Scar remembered every dead body he found in the house after the explosion. He cried for ever, curling up in a ball like a husky puppy and fell asleep next to his little sister. But that was the past now and Scar knew he couldn't do anything to get them back.
As Scar was taking his shotgun back after putting his backpack back, he wipped the tear and kissed the cross he had on his neck.Glad to know you with me dad. This cross had been blessed by Isur's most loved and reputated priest, Father Emmanuel. His father had blessed this cross before leaving for the great Isur's war 3 years before taking it's retirement from the army. He came back uninjured and when Scar was 10, his father gave him his cross to "protect" his oldest son. So far, it worked since Scar had found his alchemy book miraculously and managed to survive a hole year so far.
Scar arrived at the church top stairs, looked at the guards on the ground and smiled. Time to get this show started. Mom, dad and everyone I love... I'm surviving for you... For the family's honor. Scar made sure his shotgun was pumped and took a puff of his cigarette before slowly opening the door and taking his shotgun with both hands while entering in the church as quiet as possible. Scar wanted the element of surprise and he knew he would get it.
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Tohaku looked up at the tall church of the Red Mask. He had heard many stories of this place, their military supplies, assassins, and supposed need to 'save' everyone. He had long ago been banished from all churches for his deeds. It didn't matter. Faith was as false as love or luck. Skill and supplies were the only saving grace on this planet. He who holds the bread and water gets to live another week. The end was coming and there was nothing he could do. Best to just relax, have a drink, and keep breathing as long as possible. His clan weighed heavy on his mind, the deeds he was charged with burned through his soul. He'd fought so many bounty hunters and scavengers looking for his head. It made him sad to think what people said about him. Murderer, beast, monster, the devil. All were light compared to many other labels. He looked up to see someone entering the church. Out of curiosity he called out to the young man, a risk with such a price on his head and hatred of those around him. Sir? May I speak with you? He called to the young fox entering the church.
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Olaris found himself closing in to the rear of the Church when he turned a corner. He continued jogging towards the back gate until he caught sight of a glint from the roof top, unsure of what that was he continued.
“OLARIS GET DOWN!” screamed the AI as it temporarily seized control of Olaris' body and forced him to dive to the ground as another gunshot went off, the bullet completely sailing over his head. Quickly Olaris regained control of his body and scrambled closer to the gate and quickly log rolled into the brick wall, escaping yet another gunshot.
“Sniper....” he groaned to himself
“Sniper” Eden replied in his head.
Thinking to himself for a moment, he grabbed a nearby piece of junk and tossed it in the air to draw the snipers attention away before he quickly jumped up and grabbed onto the ledge. He pulled his body up with his left hand and began shooting in the general direction. He didn't stop till he saw the sniper eventually roll off the roof and fall the ground dead.
"Three rounds left in current magazine sir, seven left in cache sir"
"Thank you Eden... I don't need a reminder that I am close to being horribly screwed."
"Not a problem Master Olaris"
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Rick scratched his head in confusion.
"Now why did he act like that? I was only saying hi."
He ran after Drake.
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Drake scanned through his telecom. He slapped it, useless communicators. Half the time they didn't do what you told them to these days. He nervously tapped his foot and the turbovator dinged. He had reached the High Priest's office. Drake waited for the doors to open and he swept in past the High Priest's peon secretary. That one was unimportant...the High Priest himself waited.
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Scar quietly moved foreward, silent as possible to not let his presence be discovered. He hid and waited many times to let some of the people of the church pass. Suddently, he saw a cloak turn a corner. Scar was shocked for a moment, realizing that this was the same person that entered the church not long ago. hmmm... Maybe this guy can lead me to the boss of the church. Better follow him quickly. So, with this idea, Scar went out of his cover not caring of being seen or not anymore. Bullets would do the job.
Scar walked faster and he suddently heard a voice behind him: Sir? You are not allowed here without permission... That sentence didn't made it to the end as Scar Tuned himself and fired his shotgun, causing the man behind him to fall. Before the unknown man could scream, Scar ended up his pain with another bullet. I don't need permission to go where I want punk. Scar spited on the body and then walked up and turned the corner where the cloaked guy went. What he saw was incradeble... And What he was searching for: about 10 golden statues where on each side of the hallway that was leading to some big massive doors. Unfortunately, the cloaked man was nowhere to be seen but Scar knew he was behind the door.
Scar walked slowly towards the door to take the time to recharge his shotgun. Recharged and pumped, he walked a bit faster and as he was close to pushing the door, he heard another voice, a feminine voice though, say: Mister? The high Preist is already on an appointment. Maybe if... Scar growled and pointed his shotgun on the woman. I don't give a damn ok? I will enter wherever and whenever I want into every building. Now... Don't you dare scream or do anything wrong as I would hate to pull a bullet in a such nice body. The woman looked at him and did not do anything. Scar smiled but then, on the corner of his eye, he saw the woman slowly taking her paw towards a little red button. He sighed and said with a low voice and mean eyes : I asked you not to do anything wrong... Pay for what you're trying to do. Scar pulled the trigger and walked to the doors, not caring what gender or age person he was killing. Well... That certintly set off an alarm in that office... But who cares? It's better than alarming everyone in the church.
Scar pushed on the doors while loading back his shotgun and that door led to a big opened where 2 people were talking. Scar then shouted to them: Alright. This is the end for you guys. What the hell is this church and I want all of your valuable things right now. Don't do what I ask, you'll both die under my bullets. Scar walked slowly up to them, shotgun pointed towards them, waiting for their reactions as he threw his cigarette away. As no one would answer, Scar asked: Now where did that cloaked man went? Frightned, one of them pointed some elevators on the left. Thanks. To prevent any suspicious alarms, Scar shot both of the person and went into the left elevator since the right one was in use. Game was on.
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Tohaku looks up at the church once more. Sounds like a real party going on up there. He said as he sat on a bench outside of the small bar. Guess I'll just wait to be shot at again. He light pulled his hat over his eyes, resting his back against the wall.
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The fox quickly fumbled around with the extra bullets he had in his pocket. After sifting for all seven, he unloaded his gun and proceeded to load the ammunition into his handgun before locking the mag back in place.
Olaris took a deep breath as he climbed over the brick fence and fell to the ground on his feet with a soft thud. He carefully looked around and slowly moved closer to the corpse. He picked up the mans rifle and scanned over it carefully to determine what exactly it was.
“Olaris... I am afraid you can't really use that properly under your current training.” Eden spoke appearing next to him in his own sight. “Use of the SCOUT under you will not be beneficial, and probably be risky.” The AI placed a hand on Olaris's arm as in a gesture to put it back.
With a sigh, the fox nodded dropping it to the ground and searched the corpse further. “Lets see... oh. He has nine mili ammunition.” he said finding a single loaded magazine. He checked it to see if it was fully loaded before pocketing it and standing up. He cautiously began to circumnavigate around the church to get to the front so he can continue north till he spotted what he thinks is a green fox.
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Drake fingered the revolver under his cloak. If worst came to worst, then action would be required. He needed that ship, and the Red Mask were the only people who could give it to him. The automatic doors to the High Priest's office dinged open and the great man himself sat at an ordinary-looking desk bowed in prayer. He wore a red cloak as opposed to the black that his disciples wore. His Mask was embroidered with pure gold, some of the last in the Galaxy.
The loathsome man looked up at him. What do you require, my son? the man inquired. You know exactly what I'm here for, old man It was risky calling the High Priest that, and Drake couldn't gauge his emotions because of the ominous mask. Oh yes, the heathen who requires a vessel the High Priest remarked. Drake could hear the sly smile in his voice with his fine-tuned hearing. Drake reached into his cloak pocket for the secure feeling of the revolver again. Anything could happen at this point.
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The elevator was now going up and Scar reloaded his shotgun once again but he checked how many shells he had left. Mhmmm... 10 shells left plus the two I actually have. I'll be good. Scar said to himself. He pumped his shotgun and as the elevator was moving up, Scar lit up his 3rd cigarette since he entered that weird church and he then kissed the cross around his neck, wishing he could fight with his dad right now.
The elevator rung and the doors opened. What he saw was more than expected. The elevator ended straight up to a large office. There was a desk with a man sitting behind it and standing up and facing the man was that cloaked guy. At that point, Scar knew he had reach his goal. He stepped out of the elevator and pointed his shotgun towards both of the man and shouted: Alright punks. What the hell is this church and why is it so protected? And I want all of your valuable things of this church. Don't ask any questions, do anything wrong or do what I say... Or you'll both die under my bullets. Scar approached slightly and finished: Drop all your weapons and you... Drop that cloak right now. Scar looked at both of them and pointed his shotgun firmly towards them both, glad to be with the control.
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Tohaku's ears twitched as he heard the shotgun cock. Violence. This day a man will die. He said with a light smile. He looked to the approaching person, his body silently ready if he were a bounty hunter or scavenger. Howdy stranger. Quite a day dont you think? He said standing, brushing the dust from his tail. He watched the man with silent caution covered by a warm and tender smile. The M16 rifle on his back was valuable but not as valuable as the water and food in his bag or the bounty on his head. Friend or foe. No matter what he could feel this man's fate was fixed to his.
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Olaris's eyes quickly locked into Tohaku's when he came closer. He kept his guard up, as his eyes drifted to examine the man's equipment, finding the sack of food, the gun but more importantly the water. He quickly recalled how long it has been since he had actually had a drink of sanitary water. He quickly began to notice he was on the verge of dehydration and cursed to himself. He began thinking carefully about his next action, unsure if this man is possibly friendly or a possible foe from his cold nature.
He took a long moment, before answering the man's question, choosing to give him the benefit of a doubt by holstering his handgun. "Quite normal" he sighed "I don't suppose you are willing to trade for a shot of water?"
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Drake snapped up and turned towards the man with the weapon. Dammit, this fool was going to ruin everything...and just as the High Priest was looking as if he were about to hand over the genetic key to the ship. Now all of Drake's persuasion...months and months of planning...was ruined by a lone gunman. Drake decided that he would forgo his facade of peace and he whipped out the revolver, cocked it, and pointed it at the gunman. One head shot...that's all it would take. A bit lost, aren't you mate? Drake sneered, hoping banter would prevent a bloodbath.
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Scar stoped walking as the fox took out his handgun and smiled. By the judge of the angle of your gun, your aiming my head. Better take it down before I shoot. I don't fear shooting anyone... Let's say that I've kind of soiled your church with violence's blood. Scar smiled, proud of his shooting skills. Now... I will maybe make an exception if one of you explains what the hell this church is... I, Scar WhiteDream from the planet Isur have the right to know.
At this moment, the man behind the desk standed up and Scar pointed his shotgun at him. The man did not react and instead of fearing the gun, he started walking towards Scar's direction. The man then started to talk with a low wrecked but powerfull voice: Scar WhiteDream? The great son of Tom WhiteDream? Scar looked at the man shocked and said: How... How do you know my name? Don't you reconize me Scar? That cross... I blessed it... Scar's maw opened and closed repetively while no sound came out. When Scar finally spoke the only thing he managed to say was: Father Emmanuel? How... How is it possive? You... You died from the explosion... That my son.... Is a long story. Scar could only looked at the man, shocked and he almost droped his weapon. He did not even care about the fox in the room anymore. Tell me how you survived father...
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Tohaku smiled lightly and began to relax. Water is worth blood now a days. How about a gift instead of a trade? Let me guess. Tohaku studied his body silently. Aim is off, joints hurt, dizzy easily, and your urine is orange. He hands the young fox a small canteen of water. Just glad to see your not here for my head. I need no more bloodshed. Life is growing quite short. No need to cut it shorter. He sat at his bench, pulling two pieces of bread from his pack. Your welcome to join me for a bite if you care to sit. I want to see how this will end. He said looking up at the top floor of the church.
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The fox returned the smile and sat down. He splashed a small amount into his mouth tasting it for anything, foreign. He swished the small amount around a bit until he heard a voice echo in his head. "The water is free of contaminants!" Eden spoke, giving Olaris the ok to go ahead and drink freely. He swallowed the bit before pouring more into his mouth, feeling the comforting cool effect from the liquid run down his scratchy throat.
"Heh... the only thing you are missing is fumbling of bullets and a brighter contrast of vision." he commented.
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Drake couldn't afford another second of hesitation. He turned his revolver to the High Priest and pulled the trigger. In a flash it was all over, the High Priest was dead and the genetic key was his for the taking. Drake rushed to the Priest's body and scooped up the genetic key. He turned to head out the door, the Red Mask would already have discovered the fate of the High Priest by the time he reached the spaceport. Drake ran straight into the gunman. This could be a problem...
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Before Father Emmanuel could explain how he survived the explosions on Isur, a shot went of and before Scar could blink, Father Emmanuel was on the floor with a bullet in his head. Scar was shocked and when he came back to reality, he saw the fox run off with a key. Scar yelled, spit on the ground and started his chase. Scar saw the fox run and climb on a ladder leading to the church's roofs. Scar trigger a shot towards the fox but he missed him as he was already on the roofs. Scar raged as he missed the fist shot of his life and decided to follow him on the rooftops. So Scar climbed the ladder and ended up on the roofs too.
As he chaseed the fox, they both ended up near the edge of the church. Scar smiled, approaching the fox as he had nowhere to go. Got nowhere to go now little fox. it's either you fall and kill yoursel, I shoot you and you end up falling too or you explain why the hell you shot Father Emmanuel just for that stupid key you have in your paw. Scar waited the fox's answer, his shotgun pointed at his chest.
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I guess thats the end of it. Tohaku stood and swung a genetic key around his claw. Rest in peace my friend. I'll guard it well.
He looked down at the young fox sitting on the bench. They'll realize any minute now that his key is a fake. A tear runs down his cheek. Thank you Mr. Emmanuel. You saved my life once and you shall not be forgotten. If you're getting off this rock you may wanna walk with me. I promise it'll be safe. Our destinies are tied. He slowly walks toward the church. We heathens shall move the heavens. He said as he gripped the key in his paw.
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The fox capped the cantine and offers it back as he hops off the bench. He was a bit confused by how the Fox was acting and mumbled to himself, “What do you think of this Eden,” he asked the AI, who quickly materialized in front of him in his own eyes. His eyes had a slight glow to them now as the jackal like AI was looking through the fox's vision. The AI's 'body' moved around the fox to study him, using the Fox's memory to identify his front.
“Friend or foe, it would be best to trust him for now. I do not advise fighting him, he seems to be more experienced in combat, making him a high threat for you.” Eden responded as his eyes darted to the M16 on the Toxic fox's back. “Follow him.” the AI ordered, and Olaris did so.
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Drake relaxed, he had to remember his training. The sages of Melpomenia taught him to keep his wits about him and be calm. Drake breathed and tensed his muscles, preparing them. The gunman still had a weapon trained on him, but Drake had other plans. He launched himself backwards off the tower and landed on a rooftop below. Drake saluted to the gunman to taunt him, flipped the genetic key around his finger, and dashed off across the rooftops of Niyasha.
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Scar was ready to shoot the fox as he did not answer to his question but as soon as he was going to pull the trigger, the fox did a backflip and ended up on the roof below. Scar ran to the edge and aimed his shotgun at the waving fox but by the time he wanted to trigger off his bullet, the fox was already gone out of sight. Scar closed his eyes and did what he had to: he climbed down the ladder and started to search Father Emmanuel's office. He had to do quick as he knew the alert was going to be sent in no time.
Scar started serching for informations everywhere around the office but unfortunately, nothing was to be found... Until he reached Father Emmanuel's desk. Scar noticed a locked drawer at the bottom of the desk. He also noticed that the lock had the form of a cross. Scar knew somehow that Father Emmanuel had the key somwhere him. So Scar ended up searching his now cold body and did not find the key. Scar's eyes opened up widely as he touched the cross on his neck. Shocked, he teared up the necklace, went towards the desk and put the cross on the slot. It fitted perfectly. Scar heard a click and the drawer opened up, reveiling sevral files in it. Scar did not mess around and put all the files in his backpack.
As he put the files, guards entered the office and started shooting at Scar's direction. He knew he could do nothing against those guards and did the only thing he could do to save his fur: Scar ran to the office window and jumped off, breaking the window and falling from a high distance. Hopefully, there was a lower rooftop at about 5 feet from the groiund to catch him. Scar fell on it and stayed stunted for a few minutes. He then shook his head, standed up and jumped off the low roof.
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Scar had sat on the ground for sevral hours now and he read all the files, shocking him more than ever: The files were actualy containing informations about massive earthquakes destroying and making all Isur's nuclear centrals explode... That was never told to the population... Scar knew the governement was corrupted. Scar standed up and then walked to the south towards a space board... Thing he also read in the files.
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He quickly scratched a deep cut into the door of the church and smiled. Goodbye dear friend. He started to slowly walk towards the star port, unslinging his M16 custom. He held it at port across his chest. I would be on guard. It's gonna be quite a stroll to the port. He looked back at the young fox. You dont need to trust me but I trust you. You could have killed me as many as I could have you. My name is Tohaku Blackheart. You dont need to give me your name if you dont desire. His eyes flicked to watch for attackers, his attention focused on several things. Ever see a ghoul? Nasty boogers.
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“Ryan Olaris” the Fox replied as he followed the fox once again. A map appeared in the corner of his vision. Like most modern day devices, his vision was shown by a triangle followed by green lines displaying the boundaries of the many buildings. The map would pan off to the distance and place a marker signaling a way point to the fox.
“I've seen one, they can be a tad bit difficult.” he replied as he upholstered his own pistol, and released the safety. “You wouldn't happen to have any spare nine millimeter rounds on you, would you?” he asked as his implanted Jackle AI displayed the amount of rounds he had left in the palm of it's hand, which quickly reminded him of something. "Excuse me if it seems like I am talking to someone. I have cybernetic implants followed by an AI. It was part of our military tech standards."
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Drake dashed across the crowded city square. The spaceport was just ahead...he checked his pocket for the reassuring sight of his gun again. Drake swept past the famously poor security of the Niyasha spaceport. He ran down the service hallway towards the ship's location...
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Scar couldn't ran as he was still a bit infured from the fall he did earlier. But anyway, Scar saw something big and higher from any building towards the south and he walked towards it. That led him to turn left from the big crowed public place. Scar then walked straight towards the building, knowing that it was the spaceport as it was the only big building on the south end of the city. Arrived at his destination, nightfall was approching. Scar sneeked up and broke the only guard's neck and entered the spaceport. Maybe he didn't had the key to the spaceship but he had the exact number of it. Plus, father Emmanuel added a hand written note in the files Scar had saying that the real card was in the hands of someone named Tohaku Blackheart and the number of the spaceship. Scar hummed quietly, knowing that the fox wouldn't go far with a false key and he started searching for spaceship number 3490.
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Night fell quickly as they approached the Spaceport. Shall we kiss the heavens Olaris? He smiled as he walked through the doorway. His eyes scanned the room as the night began to give birth to new dangers. Ghouls were on patrol. It only took one to get them killed. He motioned for his companion to crouch and move slowly. His eyes locked onto the doorways. Shut that door and get ready. Its gonna be quite a night. Our guests will arrive soon. Our target is Shuttle 3490. Stay close and stay low. His warm smile is replaced with a soldiers glare, almost as if he was looking beyond the building itself.
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The white fox would nod as he quickly jogged closer to the building keeping his head low. He would quietly press himself up against the wall and slowly climb up, digging his claws into the brick so he could reach a nearby camera that was offline. He would pull a few wires from it and quickly remove a few parts from his pocket and got to work. "Give me a few will you?" Olaris asked as he opened up the camera.
He silently soldered the parts carefully to the device and eventually t.he camera's green LED would shine brighly, though unblinking. In a few seconds Eden's voice would echo through the fox's head as he speaks "Uploading... initiating ICE breaking fucntions..." soon the computerized jackal would appear in Olaris's head followed by a small video feed back in the corner of his head. process complete. "Security System is now operational and under our control Olaris."
Olaris smiled as he dropped down and waved to Tohaku. "If anyone is near, I will know about it now." he would say as Eden's 'body' would move fade through the walls
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Drake gestured towards the door of 3490 with his interface ring and it slid open. He dived into the room and sealed the door. Only a few minutes to work with... He turned towards the enormous starship. Ah, this would be his release from this garbage dump of a planet. Drake pulled out the genetic key and tried to unseal the ship. Nothing happened when he clicked the button. What? This was impossible! This had to be the right key! Drake stepped back in despair as the footsteps of his pursuer came closer and closer.
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Tohaku took point, walking cautiously with his M16 at the ready. He tosses a box of nine mil ammo to Olaris as his eyes scan the room carefully. I'm pretty sure our friend wont enjoy our company. Be on guard. He stopped outside of the hall to 3490. He counted to himself, calculating his next move. He rounded the corner quickly with his rifle aimed at the fox. Freeze! Don't do anything stupid. I don't want to put you down bud. He watched the fox's movements carefully. You killed a kind and honest man. One of the few remaining. That alone should be reason enough to fire. His eyes study him, reading his every twitch. You killed him for a ship. Where are you gonna go? Don't know if you've heard but the universe is dying. No escape. A slightly smile spreads across his mussel as the shriek of the ghouls came vibrating through the hall. I'll give you three choices. I can blow your head off and leave you for the freaks. You can walk away now and live out your few remaining days. Or............ He pulls out a small note. You can come with us and potentially repent for your sins.
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Olaris quietly turned to the door and frowned when he watched the video feedback that was streaming into his mind. The camera's changed constantly to display a video of several gouls running down the corridors, climbing into the vents and even plowing through walls. “Bad news!” he called out as he pointed his pistol to the door.
“We need to leave quick!” he yelled out as he fired twice through the window, and taking down a goul. “They will have us overran in a few seconds.”
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Kind and honest?? Drake spat those words as if they were poison. That man was anything BUT kind an honest. He promised me that he would save my family from my planet's destruction just to get my help with restoring this ship. In return he had them stranded on Melpomenia as I had to watch them die, so don't call this man what he is not! Drake dropped his revolver, he didn't need to fight this...this whelp...all he needed was that genetic key. I'll come with you, Drake agreed, but I have no sins to repent for
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Scar watched the scene from the shadow of the ship and heard what the fox said. He then slowly walked in and said quietly while pumping his shotgun: Alright guys. Game's over. What the hell is all this and what is actually going on. I had to kill about 20 people and I arrived like only 3 hours ago or so from Isur. What the hell is this key, this ship and all the things I've read in a secret drawer in Father's Emannual's office? Scar took off his backpack and threw it in the middle of the circle composed of 4 people. Take a look... I've found 15 files... Which 5 of them composed specific genetic profiles... And guess who are the lucky ones? Scar looked at everyone and smiled while throwing his X cigarette of the day on the ground. I see we're missing a guest here... I'm waiting for answers... Or I'll blow something up I swear...
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Tohaku moved to the keypad calmly. Unless you wanna be Ghoul Chow I suggest you lower your pea-shooter and come with us. He hangs his rifle on his shoulder as he opens the door with the key. They're getting close. Your choice bud. Tohaku stepped inside and looks Scar in the eyes. All will become clear. His eyes shift to Drake. They call me a monster. He shakes his head as he ducks inside the ship.
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Olaris winced as he picked up some interference from the ship, finding himself nearly going blind as he hopped into the vessel himself. He quickly called Eden back to him, and disconnected himself from the security system. "Oh my head..." he groaned as he sat in a chair and held his head, as a loud ringing noise went through his mind.
" Adjusting to electronic interferance!" Eden's voice rang through his head, before the noise finally came to a sudden stop.
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Drake dropped the subject, it wasn't worth arguing about a dead man's sense of morality. He followed the toxic fox into the ship. A fake genetic key... he couldn't believe that the old man had screwed him like that. Two years spent fixing this thing up and then this betrayal. Drake waved his interface ring and the ship started up and began to hover out of the spaceport. Goodbye Niyasha...hello wherever..
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Scar grumbled and pointed his shotgun down. Fighting and blowing off head was not going to be the solution tonight. He picked up his backpack, growling while looking everybody entering the ship. He did the same and while the door was closing he sat down on a chair. He looked in a window while the ship was getting off and then started to analyse everyone. Those genetic profiles were exact for each of them. Wel, well, well... Since Mr.Toxic Fox had the REAL genetic key, maybe he knows why the hell Father Emmanuel had all these genetic profiles of each of us plus genetic profiles of every enviromental corruption on each of our planets... Better talk or I won't be scared to use my ammunitions on you.
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The shuttle roared to life as it blast off, Tohaku at the Helm. His concentration unbroken until they made it through the dying planet's atmosphere. As they began to cruise threw space within the zero gravity, he stood and faced his companions. Now as much as everyone would love to play with their choice of boomstick I must ask that everyone put all firearms in the storage bay and dont touch them until we land. He looks to Scar with a touch of warmth. Young man I suggest you relax and do as I requested. He steps past everyone and places his firearms in the storage bay. Now then. Shut your mouths and listen up. We have been chosen specifically because of our genetic codes. You are now part of Project Destiny. He smiles. Any questions?
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The Mannisleb drifted around in a low orbit around Taraaj, circling the planet like a vulture circling a carcass. and at the last moment, broke away from its orbit towards the outer planets. the solar collection panels retracted with a hissing sound as their automated hydrolics went into action. Heinrech sat in the command chair on the empty bridge, punching in numbers on a basic calculator of his own design. after finishing his calculation, a press of a button and an adjustment of 2 dials, the engines deep inside the ship powered down, letting the ship drift on its own momentum. with this set, Heinrech left his seat to the stairs, quickly descending into the hanger, a room where fighters or scout craft would be stored, but instead had been converted into a workshop. Heinrech payed no attention to the things he knocked of tables and dislodged from shelves as he made for the rear of the room. there lay the "work harness", a reinforced vest covered in pockets and straps containing tools, and a small battery on the back, providing power to its electronic components. He swiftly threw it on, and ran back up to the bridge. A sound ahead alerted him. He peered around the corner into the bridge, and saw them. spae rats. for monthes after the ships construction, he had suspected the ship to have a few. now they were gathered on the bridge, 12 of them. they were gnawing wires, presssing button, and generally causing havoc. in a single swift move, Heinrech left into the center of the room. the rats turned to flee, but were shocked to death by the "vermain-stopper V1.4", a varient on a portable tesla cannon. after cleaning up, He could see that he was now extremly off course. oh well. its not tlike the destination was specific.but now, the rudders were faceing oppisite ways, which had sent the Mannisleb spinning in a circle. it was quickly corrected, but cost a good deal of engine power, and being rather far from another sun, power was somthing to be conserved. the engines fired, and the Mannisleb returned to its path.
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Drake slipped into the ship's computer room and started working. It always calmed him when he was able to work with a good computer terminal. He quickly hacked past the High Priest's security options and accessed the ship's settings. Drake changed the holodisplay on the ship's hull to change it's name to The Solar Sailor. He had always promised himself he would name a ship that if he ever got the opportunity to own one. The ship shuddered as it swung it's way towards the outer stars. The radar beeped, it had picked up another ship in the vicinity. This was strange...you didn't find many ships out these days...everyone was too poor to put ships in space.
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Scar looked Tohaku with an ironic smile. So you want us to shut our mouth but then ask questions if we have some. That's funny. Anyway... I know I read that randomly in the files... That Destiny blah blah blah thing... But it wasn't clear enough as the file was only a page lenth. Scar then walked and pit his shotgun where that Toxic Fox had put his and then returned to sit back in his place. He took the files out and threw it on the floor. Now, you guys have the time to read them. Now Tohaku, now that we're safe, explain to us what the hell is that project. Scar looked Tohaku again and added: You're lucky I followed your sayings as I never follow orders as I live my way and the fact that this shotgun never ever leaves my hand. Concider yourself lucky to know more about all this then us because to me, you'd be dead since a long time. Scar waited that fox's answer as he wished he could have something to drink at this moment.
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The toxic fox chuckles unintimidated as he turns back to the view. Sure bud. Pull the trigger and we all die. I dont think you wanna die yet so no. Luck has nothing to do with it. He cleared his throat and pulled jug of water out of his bag. Help yourselves. I have plenty. He closes his eyes and tries to relax as the ship coasts toward its new location. Oh and smart guy? The files are there. Have fun reading them yourself. I'm sick of you ill mannered savages. He smiles ironicly. Honestly. How stupid are you people? The truth is I could have taken this ship alone and gotten to a new planet. I could have left you to rot. His voice becomes more angry. Now if anyone has anymore bloody comments I suggest you shove em out the window. Turns around with a look of hatred in his eyes. The only person on the ship worth anything is Mr.Olaris. He has been helpful, calm, and sure enough polite given the situation. You people make me sick. Now shut your bloody mouths! No one from that planet as anything to say to me today! You have no right. Olaris.........Take helm. I need a drink. He stood and stormed off to the cafe.
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Olaris was still only recovering from his horrid headache. It took him a bit to snap back to reality along with his vision finally clearing up from the interference caused by the ship. His ear flicked when he heard Eden's voice once more, “Interference adjustment completed.” How he didn't quite have to long to recover as he found himself having to take over the helm.
He quickly got up from his seat and leaned out of the way from Tohaku as he took over his seat now. He quickly uploaded Eden in under a few seconds as he flicked a few switches to make a slight adjustment now they were in space. His vision slowly morphed into what seems like a virtual sphere, and giving his eyes held a slight glow as he maintained the connection. The sphere being what could be seen around the ship, as well as panels holding important data as he floated lazily. His body outlined in a bluish green outlining pattern that created periodic squares and triangles.
“Thankyou for the compliment.” he spoke, though his voice now had a slight monotone to it. After adjusting a few more switches to turn off the outside lights he spoke again. “Thank you for joining us today on the Solar Sailor. While you ride today, please note that seat belts are obviously unapparent in the lounge. This is because the lounge was never meant to be the safest place in the ship. Under disasters please move to the front and buckle up. If need be, crawl into someones laps if there are not enough seats.”
In the virtual world, he caught sight of something slightly abnormal to him in his peripheral view and quickly drew the panel to him. In the real world, the panel Drake was viewing would flicker slightly as Olaris accessed it and frowned seeing the other ship. “It seems we are currently not alone in this lonely world.” he said.
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Drake decided to hack the controls, that ship out there was heading right for them. He quickly disabled the safeguards on the autopilot and took control. But too soon, that other ship was definitely on a collision course. Drake decided to try to activate the hyperdrives, maybe he would be able to...no they weren't responding quick enough. Drake pounded the console, he KNEW he shouldn't have trusted that junk dealer while gathering parts. Drake opened up the viewscreen, the ship veered into sight, careening towards them.
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The Mannisleb careened towards the Solar Sailor, spining at an obscene speed on a tilted axis, at the last moment, the flaps swerved and the ship levelld out and came to a gradual half a couple thousand feet from the other ship. Heinrech laughed as the red alert light winked out and his music became the only sound the brige. he tapped a pause button, and hit the subspace radio button as he leveled his microphone to his mouth.
"Whoa there! urm... sorry 'bout that. the systems here are a bit unreliable."
*silence*
"So... why dont you come over here and have a drink? its nots often I meet another spaceship, let alone a nice one."
regardless of the anwser, Heinrech looked around. the bridge, and the whole ship for that matter, was amess. in no condition for guests, he proceded to clean up and shower off.
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Drake hit the autopilot and let the ship link up with the other vessel. He was never any good at parking...or flying a ship for that matter. The air tube between the two ships opened and Drake stood at the airlock door. Who would he encounter on the other side?
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The door slid open.
"Hi!" Rick said, staring up at Drake.
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The air tubes door hissed open just as heinrech brought his spanner down none of the helms control panels, sounding a resounding clang across the bridge. the dislodged panel had been righted, and Heinrech looked up at his guest.
"Well hello there. welcome abord the Mannisleb!"
Heinrechpoints to one of the large cooler units lying about his bridge.
"have a drink. theres a wider selection than you'll find in most stores."
fter Drake had taken his drink of choice, and sat down, Heinrech pulled up his char to face Drake.
"so... what brings you into this nowhere space? I assumed it was dead and empty 'till I saw you on my radar."
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Rick stood nearby and watched Drake and Heinrech talk. He was glad that he had been able to sneak aboard Heinrech's ship before take-off. How else could he help everyone with the problem of the universe ending?
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And then it came to him.
Grinning slyly, he snuck aboard Drake's ship to wait for the foxaroo. Maybe he could then explain his plan...