Corruption: Ultimate Betrayal

[Spartan-II]

Corruption: Ultimate Betrayal

The incident on the Dreadnaught cost several poeple their lives. They were given a heroes funeral, and a memorial on Cerius holds their names. The mines on Trojan-IV have been re-opened, and are currently producing materials to build the cities and warshipsn of the newly crowned Reich.

The construction on Cerius has been advancing at a steady rate, and two major cities have been developed. The Reich is now five million strong, and have recruited from every government.

Augusta is the capitol city, and home to the government and military headquarters. The city is protected by a shield generator, which took nearly a year to construct and activate. The city itself is efficient, and bueatiful. The Capitol Building is constructed of the finest marble, and water fountains imbedded into the building are constantly pumping water over it to keep it clean, and sparkling.

Koran is the industrial base of Cerius, where all raw materials are taken to be refined. It also spearheads research, and the RIA; 'Reich Intelligence Agency' commands some of the most effective spies in the known universe. They have moles in the Cell, which has taken over the U.S.D, which is now known as 'The Grand Republic'(Funny, no?), the Borial, and the Arctis. The city is also covered in a shield generator, which was completed slightly before Augusta's, due to the industrial and intelligence capacity the city provides.

The Reich has a small, but highly efficient and destrctive fleet. Exact details on size and individual ship power are unknown, but let it suffice to know that each ship is atleast three to four times as powerful as their counterpart ships in the Cell. The planet currently has 15 OCB (Orbital Capacitor Beam) platforms, which give overlapping fire to nearly any quadrant in space around Cerius. Think of these platforms as scaled versions of the Dreadnaughts main Capacitor Beam, and fire in 30 seconds intervals.

Ships: Those new to the RP have a choice in ships, now numbering 5 instead of 3! (!!!!!!!!!)

Spectre: These ships are very fast, and properly outfitted, super deadly. Each Spectre comes standard with Two standard Blasters, One Blaster turret, and One Excalibur missile launcher.

Blitz: Smaller and less potent than the Spectre, what it lacks in power it more than makes up for with speed and manueverability. These ships are good for blockade running, but can't take much abuse.

Valkyrie: This ship is medium ground between the Spectre and the Blitz. It doesn't manuever as well as the Blitz, but it is more powerful. Comes standard with 2 Blaster Cannons, and 2 Blasters.

Fury: Around twice the size of a Blitz, and more powerful than a Spectre, in the hands of an experienced pilot this ship can take on a Spectre and usually win. Comes with 3 Blasters, 2 Blaster Trrets, and an Excalibur Missile Launcher.

Sharp: This craft is the epitome of speed and manueverability, but it comes at the price of Shield and hull strength. It is outfitted with 2 'Lance' laser weapons that shred shields and tear through hull. Be wary of swarms of these, a skilled pilot can outmaneuver you and disable you easily.

Character Sheet:

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And finally, here's my character sheet.

Name: Shane O'Connelly

Age: 56 Sol years. (Looks to be 30, technology is wonderful. xD)

Gender: Male

Bio: Shane stands at a commanding 6'3". He has deep green eyes and a full head of red hair, he is lean and muscular due to his practice as a master of the Heron style of martial arts. He is a master Captain, and 'Sky-Marshall' of the Reich's fleet. He holds as much power as the Führer himself, and has the final word on all Military actions. He commands the mightly fleet from his flagship, the Dreadnaught.

Background: As a boy, Shane grew up on New Harbor in a rich family. When he was 15, his parents were murdered for their money, and he inherited his fathers ship, the M.S. Excelcior. As he grew up, he heavily modified the ship to make it his own. When he was 16, he got a job running supplies from New Harbor, to Arcturus in the Lestin system. When he was 24, he enrolled in the Heron style dojo, and by the time he was 38 had mastered the Heron style. When he was 44, the Cell stepped in and took his ship because he didn't have the "Proper License". Using his martial arts skill, he infiltrated the ship impound and stole his ship back. After this, the Cell passed the "Free traders act" which made every trader buy a traders license, and severely limited the weaponry for a traders ship. Angered at this, he founded the Free Traders guild when he was 50, and ever since then have managed to evade the Cell and make a handsome profit smuggling goods and blockade running. he is now 'Sky-Marshall' of the Reichs fleet, and holds the ultimate military authority.

Ship: The R.S. Dreadnaught was a Cell Super Carrier, but was found floating in a decaying orbit around the planet 'Threshold'. It wields Fourteen 400mm railguns, a Capacitor Beam Laser, and various anti-aircraft turrets. It has twenty aircraft baysm 10 on each side, that hold nearly two hundred fighters, or 100 normal ships apiece. (Spectre, Fury, etc.) It is the one ship in the universe that can actually destroy a planet in one blow. It's name is feared and revered by all except the Reich.


I will hand out assignments also. 'Admiral' being one of them. Time to impress me. people.

Original Thread.

http://www.warboards.org/showthread.php?t=8691&page=1

[Nickodemus]

Ill come up with something worthy of me. I dont think i can get the hole john character going. if you can come up with something interesting for my talents I will be happy to go with it but for now i will work on it and get back here just hold my spot.

[GiaDragoness]

Hey Spartan, think I could rejoin? If you guys did'nt kill off Mia that is...

[Nickodemus]

NOw wait a minute. you had better make yourself a thread and post something bub. remember your dead. but o well i wasn't around during that episode so it didnt phase me. but welcome back Zero

[BIGDB]

Zero!!!! I'm happy.... Anywho. Hello all, and spartan ;) I'd like to rejoin... Should I post the old character sheet or a new one... or what?

[kongurous]

Hey Spartan, think I could rejoin? If you guys did'nt kill off Mia that is...

Holy shit, zombies are real! Hide me! FUCKING HIDE ME!!!!!

/me clears his throat

I plan on reviving Creen for this.

[Spartan-II]

Gia/Zero - You're always welcome. I don't know if they killed off Mia, but I can be a Necromancer.

[kongurous]

Revamped character sheet.

Name: Creen Gasan
Age: 52 Sol Years, appears to be in his early- to mid-20s
Sex: Male
Appearance: Creen is about 6'0", and weighs 204lb, which is muscle and frost-bitten tissue,hence his loss in weight.
Bio: Creen was born into the slums of Earth's greatest city. His father was a sailer in the U.S.D. Grand Navy, his mother was the owner of a dry cleaner. His father was killed in a dispute over some land on Venus, and his mother's business was shut down, so during most of his life, Creen was poor. He lived on the streets, and gathered lots of street smarts. Eventually, he attracted the attention of a local gang lord. Creen accepted the offer, and eventually became the head of the gang. of course, about this time, when he was 18 by our standards, he had to escape Earth and fled to New Harbor with his only possessions, his collection of illegally modifed blasters, blades, and his Blitz, the Viridian Crow. He froze himself in the Dreadnought before the current chain of events that brings us to the present, and left a note on the door. Somehow, the cryopod he was in failed, so he was revived and is attempting to get used to things.
Ship: The M.S. Viridian Crow is a Blitz, but one with no weapons other than its blaster cannon. While it lacks in firepower, it makes up for it with it's manueverabilty and speed. It isn't built to take on a fleet, but it is damn fast. It also suffered an EMP blast, so it's functionality is somewhat limited.

[Ragnarox]

I'm guessing that I don't need to remake my character sheet...tell me if I'm wrong.

Oh and no we didn't kill of Mia.

[Spartan-II]

Gotta post it in the thread for reference, and for new people. (If they join..)

[GiaDragoness]

Well Then, I suppose I'll repost my old charicter sheet.

Name: Mia Aeskul
Age: 54 (27 normal, since the years appear to be doubled.)
Sex: Female

Appearance: Her iris color is a blood red, and she has long blonde hair reaching down to just below her breastline. A fair size endowment, and quite a thin figure, due to the fact she does'nt eat very much.

Bio: A once very promising valedictorian in the flight academy, she has proven almost too resourcfull at many times. Her ability to pilot is a rather standard, grade of excellence. It is very good, however, it is not the type of, "specially, 'hero class', unique that can take out 20 elite guards", more like one of the actual "elite guards that can take anyone in a snap, but gets wasted by the hero in under ten seconds" kind of skill.

She was once married to a very powerful commander in Cell at the age of 44. However, at the age of 48 she went to the hospitol after experiencing some various weakness and sickness. She discovered it was because she was pregnant, but since her husband did'nt want the child, he ordered a team of men to kidnap her from her hospitol room and maim her to kill the child.
It was'nt until later that year, when her husband came home drunk one night, and foolishly admited it when the subject was brought up. Mia was beyond furious, and killed him on the spot. Since then, she has been an outlaw on the run from the U.S.D.

Mia sufferes from depression nearly constantly; it is somewhat uncommon of her to eat more than once or even twice a day, and does'nt smile naturally. She has grown to adapt a very morbid outlook on life, and gets around however she can, even if it's with whoever she can.

She has grown quite good at learning how to hot-wire systems, and how to make a make-shift, temporary solutions for mechanical and electrical problems with almost any items on hand. She's not much of a fighter, more like the opposite actually. She has learned how to flaunt beuaty, and, reather feminine specialties to get what she wants. She can fly nearly any ship well with equal skill, however, smaller classes are a bit easier to fly than large ones of course.

Your Ship: Let's see, her ship is a standard valkeryie with several upgraded or superior quality parts. The ship also has a few parts that are either designed for some other ship and made to fit, or a temporary fix until she gets around to replacing it.



NOw wait a minute. you had better make yourself a thread and post something bub. remember your dead. but o well i wasn't around during that episode so it didnt phase me. but welcome back Zero
Why make a whole new thread about it? What happened was simple: AJ banned my other 3 accounts for multiple account creation, then I spent the last month or so, trying to get into this account because the password all of a sudden changed somehow. Finally, a couple days ago, I just gave up, and did the option of claiming new password. I really don't need to draw any more mass attention to myself. It's over and done with, so let's just move on. Sorry that I left you guys for so long.

[Black.Ice]

I apologize for intruding upon this thread, but I felt it was necessary.

Zerocross, before you even consider coming back, you have some things that you need to sort out with the staff. I believe you already know what they are.

Spartan-II: If you would like me to remove these posts, please let me know.

Thanks.

[Spartan-II]

BI - It's not necessary, but thanks for the offer.

And Zero - You'll always be welcome in my RP's, just make sure you work things out with the staff first.

[iHawk]

Name: Dash Riprock
Age: 49 (25)
Sex: Male

Appearance: Dash is about 6'6, has short blonde hair. His right eye is dark hazel while his left is an almost gold colour, this is because it's a cybernetic eye; It has zoom, X-Ray, and infared vission. He wears light battle armour designed to absorb minimal laser fire and a smuggelers vest over-top. He is always seen with his twin laser pistols and his four assassin's blades. (He has more weapons on his ship, including a plasma cannon, a pulse rifle, a collapsable sniper rifle and an assortment of explosives.)

Bio: Dash was born on a backwater world where murder and theft were daily events. Because of his location his father taught him how to shoot from a very young age. By the age of twelve he had already had to kill two people who tried to rob him. By sixteen he already had a body count of 34! (35 if you include the mutant he killed) Seeing this a crimelord named Khales hired him as a hitman and Dash became a fairly good shot. Once he had enough money he killed Khales collected the reward and stole Khales's ship; The Rapier.

He started working for Shane where he had his droids repaired, avenged his love, killed two rogue assassins, became a master assassin and lost his eye while thwarting an ultra virus. After that incident Dash has picked up drinking. (never enough to get drunk however)

Ship: The rapier is a Specter class ship that has been modified for smuggling it has 12 hidden compartments 2 blaster cannons (instead of the blasters) 1 blaster turret, 1 hidden turret and a recently added forward aimed mining laser meant to rip through an un-shielded hull. Dash added some stealth gear so he coul kill his targets and collect his rewards un-noticed. The stealth gear includes a sensor scrambler and a cloaking device. The Rapier however is currently under-going repairs from a recent space battle.

(OOC) I added a weapon to my ship and some things to Dashes Bio/inventory from the previous RP. And the cybernetic eye has been cleared with Spartan… the mining laser hasn't yet… >_>

So Spartan, is this good? Or di I have to ditch the laser? (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

Name: Teg Miles
Age: 65 Terran Standard Years [Appears in his late 30's]
Gender: Male
Appearance: Typical work boss kind of look. Semi-brown skin, brown eyes, long (middle back length) dreadlocks. 6’9” and heavy build, usually wears a light, pressurized Zero-Gravity suit, but since primarily in a pressurized atmosphere, he doesn’t typically wear a helmet.
Bio: Teg grew up a with a very upper class life on New Harbor. His father was the director of the Institution for Deep Space Exploration and his mother was the Minister of Commerce for the entire planet.
Teg always had a love for engineering and space even from a very young age. As a result, his parents sent him to the best science schools on the planet. Teg enjoyed unhampered success in the science and mathematics topics, but fell slightly in some other topics such as foreign languages.
After passing all grade levels, Teg’s parents sent him to the New Harbor Institute of Science and Engineering (N.H.I.S.E). Teg found the Institute incredibly difficult, but after twelve terran standard years, Teg succeeded in getting his PhD in Ship Engineering and his Bachelors Degree in Physics and graduated at the age of 32 terran standard years.
Teg began to search for a job. Although the jobs he was offered had handsome salaries, they were all planet side. Teg wanted to go into space, and so he searched for a job in the orbital shipyards.
Because of his degree in Ship Engineering, Teg was immediately offered a job in the engineering department of a research and retro-fitting dockyard called Aegis that repaired upgraded and customized ships. The station also sent out units to go and supervise shipyard operations as well as repair them and retro-fit them.
Teg was assigned to a station supervision team sent to the station Bikal to modify the station. The crew bosses became very fond of Teg as for noticing a dangerous collapsed bulkhead in the port dock and having his crew quickly repair it, saving lives. Teg’s bosses and the Aegis also recognized his skills and he quickly rose through the ranks of the research division.
After six years of hard work, Teg became Dock Master of the Aegis and was giving full authority over all the dockyards of Aegis. He was also given the permission to work on military vessels that docked in the station.
Teg has been Dock Master for 13 years aboard the Aegis, and his crews as well as himself have worked on well over 500 vessels. Lately however, recent confrontations with the Cell have put the station at risk. The new manager of the Aegis is corrupted by Cell advisors and orders that military vessels always get first dock rights and all other ships that occupy must disembark to make room for military vessels.
Teg finds this rule unfair and found ways to pull strings with the supervisors and let commercial ships dock without being harassed by the military. Recently, Teg’s dockyard has been very busy, it is mostly dealing with small trade companies, particularly a new company known as Fresh Fisch Delivery.

Teg worked for Shane as a ship technician and in the research department. It was a heptic work time as Teg got caught up in this revolution. He had discovered the secret black ops projects of the Cell on the colony worlds. He found the logs on all the new military projects for the Cell, including MIRV. With his shipboard comrades, he managed to stop a super-virus from destroying them all...and harnessed it for later use against the Cell.

Currently, with permission from Shane, Teg has been placed in power of the entire R&D division of the Reich.

Ship: C.S Nabaal, a transformed Cargo ship with a super A.I and 50 tactical nuclear warheads in its load.

[Hawthorne]

( OOC: If you killed my guy you are so done for ;) )

Character Sheet:

Name: Faxginami Kornelij Mion

Age: Physically around 300, because he was in cryo that long, but he's like 24 earth years.

Gender: Male. he has several roboticc parts although.

Bio: Strong and healthy, he can be a worthy opponent, he knows no fear, very technological, depends on his strenghts.

Background:
He went into cryo after his family and crew were killed aboard the M.S. Endymion, he laid in cryo 300 years, until he was found by our adventurers.
After that he was in love with Mia Aeskyl.

Ship: The M.S. Endymion, a fullblood Hybrid, it was once a Spectre, but our young Faxi has uupgraded it to a level when it is just in neither class.

Hawthorne

[Spartan-II]

Good so far guys! We'll be starting sometime this coming week, no clue when though. :/

[Hawthorne]

OOC: Btw get the BANNED off of ZC, want to be able to see her reflection ;)

Hawthorne

[kongurous]

They have moles in the Cell, which has taken over the U.S.D, which is now known as 'The Grand Republic'(Funny, no?),

If that's a Star Wars reference, it was called the Galactic Republic.

[Protoss_Honor]

Name: Crane Lakrator
Age: 60 (30ish by today’s standards I guess) (I am guessing we have all aged two years?)
Sex: too much hee hee (Male)
Appearance: 6’7’’ 240 lbs, crew cut black hair, black eyes, muscular. He wears black jeans and black boots and a black leather jacket, black boots, and he has black sunglasses. He carries two modified blasters with faster firing speed and bigger battery packs (I am guessing they have some type of battery thing that needs to be recharged for them to work. If not please correct me.) He also carries a samurai sword in a sheath on his back. He also has a throwing dagger hidden in his boot.
Bio: He was born to not very wealthy parents who abused him. When he was 13 he got fed up and ran away from home. He snuck aboard a ship headed away from his home planet and that’s all he cared about. He was caught and he found out it was a mercenaries ship. He joined the crew and lived on the ship for 9 years. One day, the ship was captured and only three of the 12 man crew got away. Cane and two others. The three men split up and went their separate ways. Cane got odd jobs here and there and finally got enough money to buy a ship of his own. It was a used 5 year old Valkyrie. He got odd jobs running cargo and such both legitimate and illegitimate jobs. Whatever pays the most. He also, if paid enough, is a mercenary for hire. He upgraded the Valkyrie so that is was as good as modern ones.
Your Ship: Qwalmalok, Valkyrie, It has 1 blaster cannon, 1 blaster and 2 blaster turrets. It has upgraded speed (10%), shielding (5%) and firepower (5%). It painted completely black and has communication and sensor jammers. It has many modified parts, some gotten legitimately, some not so legitimately. It also has hidden compartments for smuggling and the best security devices available. It also has the best computer security available. It is almost damn hard to hack into or break into. His ship is run by an A.I. named Leo. And Leo has a serious attitude problem. Sometimes it takes a good solid wack to the to a wall or the controls to get him to cooperate. He also thinks he is smarter and better then anyone else. Also, the ship comes complete with a 3D chess game board (I know, I know I am an ubertrekkie, so sue me.) and pieces shaped as starships, and Leo and Crane play chess all of the time (Crane built a small robot with arms that is built right next to the game board. It cant leave the ship, it cant even move around the ship it is stuck next to the table.). They both beat each other about the same amount. But, Leo cheats alot, so does Crane. Aboard his ship, in his room bolted on a shelf, he has a reptile tank with two green anole lizards, the lid of the tank has a sunlamp built in to keep the lizards warm. The tank is 1.5 feet long and 1 foot wide and 1.5 feet tall, it has a couple of miniature fake trees and a water bowl and food bowl and small rocks and sand at the bottom. The tank has a small gravity generator and stabalizer built in so that no matter how much the ship twists and turns the lizzards and their tank dont suffer a bit. It cost an entire years worth of income to get the generator and stabilizer. The lizards names are Ceaser (the male) and Stacy (The female).




PS If this starts before the 12th, which is when I shall be back, then Spartan has control of my char until I return. So yeah, cya all when I gets back.

[Spartan-II]

No, skippy. I wasn't referring to Star Wars. :/

[BIGDB]

Name: Dustin Mikal

Age: 21 Sol, 25 On Home Planet (Rettishin), and he currently uses no source of technology, medical or otherwise, to make himself look younger. He’s sexy enough already! ;)

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian (Thought I'd add that in there just for clarity)

Appearance: Dustin is somewhat of a scrawny fellow, weighing only one-hundred seventy pounds (fully dressed and soaking wet, after dinner) and clocking in at about six-foot four you can tell he doesn't eat too much... You can also tell that he works out, but he isn't exactly "ripped". The iris in both of Dustin's eyes are blue, streaked with an emerald green, if and when he gets either very happy, excited or relaxed, the blue in his eyes tends to meld with the green... making them seem softer and a little less bold. His hair is dyed black with red streaks and is generally spiked in a sort of messy look, although he changes up his look every other day just for the hell of it, well that and because he has no real "style" to call his own. Dustin wears black leather boots, raggy lookin' jeans, and either a zip-up hoodie of some kind or his dads leather jacket.
Additional physical traits include a black dragon ink'd in on the back of his right shoulder, and a tribal style rose tattooed on his left hand between his thumb and index finger. He carries a standard blaster on him most of the time and always has a small blade on him somewhere. Gives off that "dead to the world" feeling at first glance.

Bio: Brought up in the Lotobin system on the planet Rettishin, a planet settled and named by a religious group called the Rettishi (Their beliefs are much like the beliefs of the Buddhist today except they do have a specific god and focus more on intellectual means of self enlightenment rather then spiritual), Dustin was taught to always follow any orders given him, and not to ever second guess his religion... When he grew older he began to discover half-truths and errors in the teachings, and started questioning his parents and their beliefs (more out of curiosity than rebellion), he was strongly reprimanded and scorned. Although done to deter him, this only made Dustin more curious as to why they would be so offended at him for asking why, or how... And so, he plunged further! Obtaining the truth was his main objective, not to rebel, or to mock anyone, only to find the answers to his questions. Even still the only thing he got was a beating and exile from his home planet, and so he left... at 19 (Rettishin) (16 Sol) he left his mother crying and his father angry, he also left with his fathers ship and all belongings therein... Including his fathers Navy jacket, 50k in creds and some random weapons he had collected over the years (A hobby...). His dad reported the stolen ship and they caught him 3 weeks later on a nearby city based planet, he got a two year jail time and eight years probation, but "Hey man... *shrugs* At least I got a jacket out of it" - Dustin during a conversation with a cell mate.
Well three years, two heartbreaks and one jail sentence later, we have the street punk/drug smuggler you would contact if you wanted your cargo "Untouched, undisclosed and under-the-table." Hardened by life, but not without a soft side. This kids got a long way to go, and who knows... Maybe he'll end up getting his answers after all.

*Update: Well, Dustin hasn’t really found any answers, yet. He’s been too busy either smuggling something for Shane, or gathering Intel on Cell… And learning from Dash about the intricacies of an Assassin’s code, way of life, and art of combat… But that’s more of a hobby turned practice. If Dustin was slightly silent before, he is deadly quiet now, in both movement and speech. He’s been doing more thinking than speaking as of late, and really only ever talks openly to either Dash (His mentor) or Shane.*

The Ship:
Ship name: Veritas Nuntius IV (Veritas Nuntius literally meaning Truth Messenger) and is commonly referred to by pilot and returning customer as the VN Four.
Type: Military ship modified mainly for stealth and recon missions, the fourth out of only five made and the only one thats been sold to a non-officer after the retirement of the model.
Class: Valkyrie
Weapons: One Blaster Turret mounted on the bottom side of the hull and one hellhound missile launcher, the ship carries six of the missiles and diverts one fourth of the power that would be given to additional shielding over to the engines systems. Also the reduction of firepower would mean more energy for the ship in general under combat situations (Just a note).

[Spartan-II]

Oh Emm Gee! It's starting!

Shane O'Connelly - Sky-Marshall
High Orbit around Cerius
Ladies like superior firepower.
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Things had been going well over the past two years. He had been made the 'Sky-Marshall' by unanimous vote of the Council, and thus was one of the most powerful men in the Universe. They were making a raid on a Cell outpost soon, and he needed the fleet to assemble.


Message to: Admiral Danforth Hood
Encryption Scheme: Delta
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Admiral Hood, I need you to command the new Viper class frigates, their anti-ship capabilities are great, and we'll need to destroy the Cell fleet before they can call for assistance. Also note that you have command of Destroyers 01-85.

Be ready by 15:00, I need all ships at maximum capacity.

Sky-Marshall O'Connelly.


He had one more thing to take care of, but it wouldn't take too long.


Message to: Ying and Yang Lai.
Encryption Scheme: Kappa
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Ying, Yang, how are you? I know we haven't spoke in years, but I need your assistance with something. And bring my ring, i've been missing it.


Now all he had to do was wait, and go over his plan.

[kongurous]

Creen Gasan
Somewhere
Waking up to a new world
*************

Creen twitched. He felt a rush of warmth over his body and an anxiousness to move. His eyes burst open to the cryo-room of the Dreadnought.

"The Hell...?" He said to himself and rose from the cryopod. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and felt for his Bowie knife. Placing it firmly in his belt, he cracked the tendons in his neck and walked out of the almost cavernous room.

He found himself in a hall that looked surprisingly similar. He was still at a loss of memory, probably because his quick thaw. He looked for a map of some sort, and found it in the form of a large map of the ship displayed on a T-intersection. It said he was in the cryo area... and the elevator to the bridge was down the left way of the T-intersection and on his first right. The bridge was labeled room number 1, obviously, so Creen figured this was the perfect place to go.

People in white uniforms walked up and down the left and right sections of T, a few stopping to look at Creen, who was a decidedly odd sight at the moment.

"You see somethin' you like or do I have to beat ya?" Creen said menacingly to a particularly nosy person. The man's face was flushed white of blood as Creen placed the sharp edge of his knife against the man's neck and looked him dead in the eyes. The man with the knife to his throat back away slowly, yelped, and ran off babbling hysterically in fear. Creen shrugged and continued on his way.

He made the left at the section and entered the elevator with 5 other people in various uniforms, some of them in white, some in blue, and another man in red. He looked important, and well-dressed, compared to the rather tattered Creen.

Compared to the man's clean and freshly-ironed red uniform that the man wore like a flag, Creen was a beggar. Ripped off sleeves of a blue cotton shirt and the last two letters in USD still visible on the torn collar. Creen's pants were black, though almost bleached white from years of use and exposure to the elements, and various blotches of red decorated the blue cotton of his shirt and darker spots in the black of his pants, testiments to his various battles and the strife in his life. Creen's preferred choice of attire was his Creen's old USD uniform, which he kept after his short 6-month run in the now-defunct naval organisation.

The man in the red was last to step off, at the bridge, where Creen found a familiar face, the very man that had brought Creen to this particular point in time and space: Shane O'Conelly, leading member in the Free Traders Guild and Sky-Marshall of Reich.

OOC: How's this, Spartan?

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: I'm the Sky-Marshall of the Reich. The Grand Republic is the newfound Cell government. :/)

[kongurous]

(OOC: I'm the Sky-Marshall of the Reich. The Grand Republic is the newfound Cell government. :/)

OOC: editted.

[Ragnarox]

Teg Miles
Cerius, Phobos station
Nothing is impossible, so get your ass to work!
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Teg paced quickly down the steely primary corridor in his white lab coat and a clipboard with some bits and peices of information about recent projects. Six others followed him, aide, division managers and the resources manager. They were starting to get the better of Tegs bad side at the moment. Oh, and Mirv, but he wasn't getting on Teg's bad side.

"Dr. Miles sir, we can't get the Hellbore Plasma Projector project completed on schedule, we don't have the manpower!" complained Dr. Swan, director of heavy weapons projects.

"Then take whatever personnel you deem necessary from Gamma division, I'm not letting that project fall behind." demanded Teg.

Another clipboard was shoved in front of Tegs face by another, Teg grabbed it at and asked, "What the hell is this?"

"Dr. Miles, we can't make the Fury Mk III model prototype accelerate at the speed Sky-Marshal O'Conelly wants for the final product, we need a larger en-" began to say Dr. Steppes, director of the ship design projects.

"Ditch the Camm super-structure and replace it with a FlintSteel warhull, composite it with CarbonWeave and a two milimeter Camm coating. Replace the Mk V Arclite Ion Particle engine with a Mk VI compact Micro-Particle engine and set only one running battery. Furies are supossed to rely on speed for defense, not armor." Teg replied as he handed the clipboard back

"Doctor, we just got results back from the Ground Unit Integration Lab, our third homogenous armor didn't pass the 2,000,000 degrees celcius mark, we need reform and access from the Armor Integration lab to strengthen the armor of the ME-107 Mk VII "Dominator" Assault Walker." said Mekenzie McKinley, one of Teg's aides.

"Granted, G.U.I.L have full access to all prototypes, including QuadRhod electroplating, I want a prototype walker operational to at LEAST minimum standards within two standard days make that crystal clear to them, got it?"

"Yes sir, just, sign here please." Mekenzie said as she handed a form to Teg.

Teg adjusted his glasses, barely dodged a passing technician, and quickly scanned over the document and quickly signed his signature on the approval line at the bottom.

"Oh and Mekenzie, check with the Shipboard Weapons Technology Center I want to know the 'Infinite Repeaters' project is going." Teg said as he handed back the holographic document to the tall, long haired red-head in her lab coat.

"Yes sir." Mekenzie replied on an exhale.

"Dr. Klowz, I want a status report on how the upgrades to Omega Worm are going on. It seems there have been no developments on its core programing for the last few weeks." Teg demanded.

"Well Dr. Miles, Omega Worm is getting harder and harder to work with since we broke into the section of the programming that overrides military channels, we know how to do it, but we don't have the computer power necessary to get into its programming, and protect ourselves at the same time." replied Dr. Klowz in his Hungarian accent.

"Oh, is that so. Mekenzie, send a request to the good Sky-Marshal for me, ask him if we can borrow one of the mainframe computers aboard the Dreadnaught for testing on T.S.C.O.P and get it down here ASAP."

"Yes sir, but I beg your pardon, but doesn't the Dreadnaught need that computer power to control all of its own devices?" Mekenzie asked.

"Meh, we BUILT those computers for that ship, I'm sure Sky-Marshal O'Conelly will be happy to oblige, plus theres an easy solution to the computation problem on a military vessel," Teg said as he stopped and turned to look at Mirv, "You feel like going shipboard buddy?"

"I would be most delighted to see Sky-Marshal Shane as well as the others once again." Mirv replied.

Mirv, being a fully capable military A.I, could be plugged into a mainframe and share his computer power with the rest of the network. It saved his life when the crew of Dreadnaught disarmed Omega Worm two years ago.

"I'll take that as a definate 'yes' then, Mekenzie, prep a shuttle for Chief of Security Mirv here for transport to Dreadnaught ASAP." Teg barked another order.

"Yes Doctor."

"Good, dismissed."

Teg kept walking forward as the others broke off in their respective directions to get where they needed to go. However, somebody was still following Teg.

"Mr. Miles, sir." that young man, no older than 19 said.

Teg sighed and whirled around and barked, "It's Doctor Miles, P-H-D."

Teg regreted doing so when he noticed that the man was in a black trim suit. (OOC: For those of you who have seen the movie Equallibrium, think Grammaton Cleric uniforms) The man wore the insignia of "Fleet Special Ops" on the left side of his upper chest. He had short black hair and light brown eyes and was slightly shorter than Teg. There was some small discoloration on his right cheek, probably bad surgery from an injury sustained during combat. He wore the Fleet symbol for Lieutenant on both his shoulders, the double cheverons hovering over the two stars.

"Lieutenant Dexter Kulin of Fleet Special Ops Section-9, I am here under orders from Branch Admiral Conley Dirk."

"Oh, well then, how can I help you Lieutenant?" Teg asked in a cheery voice.

"Admiral Dirk has become...aware and quite interested in several of the projects in your line of work. Spicifically Zeta Labs." said Lieutenant Kulin.

"Applied Physics? What could Special Ops possibly want with that?" Teg asked as he raised an eyebrow at Kulin.

"The Admiral is especially interested in Department S-49 of Zeta Labs." Kulin continued.

Teg inhaled sharply and asked, "A) What could Special Ops want with the Quantum Mechanics lab? B) How does your branch know about whats in it?"

"I will explain the answer to your first question in a more private area. The answer to your second question though...we are special operations...getting information we want is our...well...specialty." Kulin finished with a slight chuckle.

OOC: There we go, hope its good Spartan

[Nickodemus]

:: Incomming Message ::
:: Encription code YING YANG 7 ::

To the most Illustrious Sky-Marshall O'Connelly.

Well Hello Sexy. I'm sure we can come by and give you a hand. Yang is looking forward to errrrm retraining you. And I have heard of your fun. We have some goodies we picked up on your old stomping grounds. You might remember Parsec 12. The cell had a secret lab built right under your old workshop. Quite interesting stuff. Bringing you a toy or two. O' and you know us. We're coming in HOT so you be ready to fend em off. Our shields are holding no problem but when they see you all they might not be happy. I have three Firgate class attack craft. and two assault gun boats. A bunch of fighters too. Enjoy.

Ying Lee

[iHawk]

Dash Riprock
Secial Ops Commander
Killin' stuff

Dash moved along the corridors of the dreadnaught quickly, there was a situation and noone was responding, this was worse then he thought it would be. He heard he shuffle of feet around a corner to his right and looked through the walls using his cybernetic eye. "Two enemy soldiers with repeating blasters and monoswords." Dash mumbled. "Easy as pie." He drew his pistols and spun around the corner fireing blaster bolts into the heads of his would-be adversaries. His cybernetic eye spun around in it's socket and he fired his pistols behind him obliterating a third soldier. He then placed his pistols in their holsters and retrieved the third gaurds armament.

He'd need reinforcements to retake the bridge, and he had just the people in mind. He reached up and activated his headset taping into the special ops chanel. "Wraith, I need a position on you and your squad." "Yes commander, we're held up in the Dojo. There's at least seven of them." "Got it, hold your position." "Like we have a choice?" Dash then cut off comunications and ran towards the Dojo which was almost exactly one level up from his possition. Dash rolled around a corner and threw the large monosword at a soldier gaurding the lift and impailed him while blasting the other with the rifle.

He retrieved the sword before entering the lift and going up one level. He stepped out onto the next floor and calmy envicorated the soldiers gaurding the lift on that level before running to the dojo. He counted the soldiers around the Dojo through the next wall and set his blaster rifle to overload, he threw the rifle at the group confusing them for the short period before the blaster's explosion swallowed them in a wave of firey death. He watched Wraith and the other 'Spartans' (Spartan-II chose the name) "Good to see you sir, now don't we have a bridge to take?" "Yes, and if you have any 'blade grenades' then I have a plan." Sure enough Wraith had a few left and they headed for the bridge easily tearing through any defences.

At the bridge Reaper (another Spartan) opened the door while the others threw in an assortment of explosives easily destroying everything on the bridge, leaving nothing but the walls intact. Suddenly a voice was heard while the bridge was replaced by a room covered in small projectors. "NO! NO! NO!" A man in a technitions uniform said walking up to them. "You all failed that mision!" Dash removed the HoloSuit he was wearing and said. "If you noticed, we eliminated the entire enemy force with zero opperatives lost." "Yes but the damage you did to the bridge would of taken months to repair!" "Tell you what." Dash said approaching the tech. "When in a real combat situation, the main thing to worry about is your squad. The technology, equipment and other junk means nothing if everyone dies."

He then turned to his team. "All of you should concider that a success, go back to your quarters and return tomorrow at Oh'600 hours." The group walked out and Dash turned his attention back to the tech. "As for you, you will also report tomorrow and you will run the simulation with the Spartans. See how it feels to be the one being shot at." Dash then left the training room and headed to the launch bay so he could get back to the Dreadnaught. He was tired of paperwork and anoying techs.

Ariving on the dreanaught he walked with his eyes closed watching through his own eye-lids and skull as he walked. He headed for the bridge, he's been so tied up with training that e hadn't spoken to Shane in at least a week; It was time to see the head honcho. Entering the bridge Dash noticed someone that he reckognised. "Ah Creen, finall out of the 'Ice Box' I see."…

(OOC) Tag Skip and/or Spartan (OOC)

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) okay, whats going on? where is everyone right now? whats going on? where should I come in? What is my rank or position or whatever? this is two years after corruption right?

[iHawk]

(OOC) Those all seem to be questions that would be better suited for a PM to Spartan :\ as for where you are? I suggest you be creative. Your rank? Think something up and clear it with Spartan (via PM) thus far nothing really BIG is happening and read peoples posts to find where they are. I think that answers most of you questions :) I feel I've done a good deed :P (OOC)

P.S. This can be edited into a real post later…

[Nickodemus]

Actually i was wondering if someone would put up a quick synapsis as to what has happened in the story line, but thats just me.

~Q

[iHawk]

A summary, eh? Well let's see how well I can remember without reading through Corruption (i'm lazy)

It started off the players (I think they were Myself, ZC, LQ, BIGDB, Rag, Mag, T3T, Mr.Bad, Calibur and skip. that's all I can remember) recieved messages from Shane O'Connelly and headed for [Planet]. Their ships were hacked into landing at Shane's secret base where they were briefed on his scheme. They then left to go attack a docked Cell ship. They were ambushed at the hypergate by pirates, a short battle ensued leaving the pirates as spacedust. They got to the space station where they entered the ship, and split into two groups. Group 1 went quickly and quietly to the bridge with almost no violence, while Group 2 blew their way through every door until they got to the prisoners which they freed.

The groups re-grouped and they fought their way off the ship to escape in their ships. Teg was spplit from the rest of the group (I forget how) and he escaped in a Cell cargo ship which had a mind-reading AI named Mirv. Again they were ambushed, however it was by a small fleet of Cell ships this time and they had to jump out of the system to escape. The Cell had however fired an EMP Missile (Electro-magnetic pulse) which screwed over the navigation sending the group hurdling through space to where they found the Dreadnaught.

The ship was dead floating around a dead planet (quite grim), on the ship they found no crew (alive or dead) but they did find fighters, weapons and that the ship was mostly opperational. Mia (ZC) got hopped up on anti-depressants and almost crashed into the dreadnaught waking up just in time to avoid it and land saftly. Oh, one thing I forgot, Mia was stuck with one of the prisoners, a little girl named Sandra and she causes a lot of trouble. Anyways, once everyone was docked, Teg (Rag) found that his new ship (The shuttle) was holding multiple tactical nuclear warheads, Omi Minnowara (BlackHawk) arrived, KC (LQ) found a fancy ship in the cargo hold, Dash (me) looted an armoury, Sandra (NPC) ran into some smugglers, Faxginami Mion (Hawth) arrived, Shane planned to build a singularity drive and that was all when we had just docked!!!1!@!!!

Then Fax started spewing technology, Teg went to heaven (AKA the research lab), Dash fought Skullas in the armoury ending up with both of them in the Med-Lab, a few players tried to investigate leaving Dash to kill Skullas (I myself loved that part :D), Teg found out that Mirv was created on the Dreadnaught, Mia shot Dash with one of Fax's mystery drugs which completely healed him, Creen got the engines running (and he got one of Skullas's head spikes as a gift) and the smugglers made Sandra distract the people in the main dock so that they could escape. Their plan faultered and a gunbattle ensued ending with the smugglers dead and Mia dying.

Fax's miracle drug was used on Mia but didn't work because it was being nullified by her anti-depressants. The only drug to counter act the anti-depressants was a Cell Black Ops drug that was used for interragation. So Sandra used a drug that amplified brain power, Dash taught her how to shoot and then a tean consisting of Teg, Sandra (ZC at the time), Dustin (BIGDB), Dash, Fax, KC and Dash's assassin droid Revan. They jumped to a different system where they boarded the MS Countess, a reasearch station. They moved through the under-works reaching the reactor room where they quickly killed the techs and tossed them into the reactor. Dash left the team there to kill the station's commander, thus avenging his love. He told no-one about this.

They then set off explosives in the core, shutting down power throughout the station letting them reach the lab where the drug they needed was kept. In the lab the found the drug, a man named Vargus claiming to know Mia and a changling that Sandra named 'Cammy'. They then had to fight there way out trying not to kill everyone so to avoid activating a program that flooded the station with deadly radiation. Teg notified them that the program could also be activated from the bridge so Fax/Dash went to disable it. At some point while they were on this mission Shane fired the super weapon on the Dreadnaught which took a sizable chunk out of the planet below. After tying up all the bridge crew Dash found data on 'Cammy' and saved it to a disc to take back with them. They had to use jetpacks get back on the Rapier because they couldn't afford docking. After a short space battle they jumped back to the dreadnaught where Sandra flew off with Vargus to save Mia.

Sandra injected Mia with the right dosage and Vargus attacked them (He was actually out for revenge) Mia woke up just in time to save herself and Sandra by killing Vargus. Teg went back to the Lab finding numerous prototypes littering the room and Mirv's new Avatar (which had built is weapons ^_^). The sip then went into hyperspace and jumped to the Fisch system to get a bunch of people/ships. Right after the ship went into hyperspace Dash found KC messing around in the core room, KC had also turned out being a Cell agent and another fight ensued. Yet again Dash won, with much less damage this time. What else happened… oh yes.

Creen froze himself (skip shamelessly spewed TV quotes in that post), Teg/Mirv repaired all the ships, some crew-members (Including most of the prisoners) started to feel 'uneasy' around Dash, and he found out that Kashin (KC) had placed an AI of his personallity on The Rapier (Dash's Ship). Oh ya, and Fax spewed out even more technology. In the Fisch system the Cell attempted to stop the Dreadnaught but failed misserably, Mia found some old Anti-depressants and ran around with Sandra as if both were loaded, Dash became a Master Assassin and among all of the ships that arived the ship got a whole repair crew which used to work for Teg. Fax caught Mia and gave her the antidote. Shane asked Dash to train an Elite unit of 'Spartans' and they jumped to the Sever system.

Dash turned the Secondary training hall into his dojo, Sandra, Dustin and numerous NPC's signed up, not much else happened other then Mia/Sandra spending time together, Teg having trouble with the reqruits and Dash putting his assassins-in-training through their first test. They reached the Sever system and went to check out the mines and shipyard, Teg took a few people on a geological feildtrip where Mia and Teg almost died. Once back on the ship Shane planned to jump to earth to gather more of the FTG (Free Traders Guild), Dash pissed off all of the dock workers and the AI of Kashin (KC) took over most of Dashes ship. The AI then infected all of Dash's ship and his Assassin droid 'Revan'. The AI turned Viral stopped teg from entering, and while Dash set up his bording tube to escape through Mia's ship KC sicked Revan on Dash. After a short fight Dash escaped to Mia's ship which was instantly infected by the virus which started venting atmosphere out.

They got out by holding a lighter up to the safty sensors causing the anti-fire systems to go off opening the airlocks. By this time the Virus dubbed "Omega Worm" had tapped into the Dreadnaught itself causeing the internal defences to fire on them along with the turrets on the Rapier (Dash's ship), the lifeform 'Cammy' which was earlier splattered all over the deck reformed and turned into a cannon looking thing to fired a large energy orb at the Rapier making it topple over letting them escape. Calling a small hovor jet given to Mia by Fax (AKA Santa Clause) they sped off through the corridors trying to escape the lasers. While fleeing their jet was destroyed and they all ran into another room where the lasers hadn't been activated yet, once there Sandra and 'Cammy' caught up to them with a 'plan' (I use that term loosly).

Cammy formed into a hollow sphere in which the group traveled in through the laser coverd halls on their way to the main computer room, as the bounced (yes bounced) along an EMP went off knocking making Cammy disintigrate and the doors stop working. They made it through two blast doors and a force field to enter their original goal. Once there Teg looked over computers and sent Dash to go take the core (which was over heating at the time) offline, while he sent Sandra and Mia to shut down the computer's coolant systems. Dash headed down to the core, and fought his way through drones to shut down the core, eventually he had it done before recieved more orders. He was sent to disable the secondary fusion core while the AI was over heating it.

Elsewhere Sandra had finally disabled the coolant shafts (She got Cammy to obliterate it :/) while Dash was fighting off a small scoud droid that eventually stabbed out his eye, the droid was then destroyed, the core shut down and the Dreadnaught saved. AND THAT THEY SAY IS THAT!!!!!

/me watches his fingers fall off…

[kongurous]

OOC: You missed the part where I froze myself. But other than that... good job.

[iHawk]

I updated the Summary again
It almost goes all the way now. I really do wish someone would jump in and finish it :S

[kongurous]

Creen Gasan
Dreadnought
Like a bad hangover...
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Creen was still in a bit of a daze, reeling from lost weight and slight temporary frost-bite from his time in the tube when another familiar face, Dash Riprock.

"Ah Creen, finally out of the 'Ice Box' I see." Dash said.

"Yeah, yeah... I geuss I did. Why is your left eye golden?" Creen said, still confused.

"It's cybernetic. You've been frozen for two years, bud." Dash replied.

"Holy shit, two years? Explains a lot, I suppose... so, I've been frozen for two years, and you have a golden eye. Anything else?" the former gang-leader said, scratching his head.

"A lot has happened. Still, I bet you're wantin' to meet Shane, yeah?"

"Indeed", Creen said, and looked at the somewhat different looking Shane. "Hey, buddy, wake up. It's your old friend, Creen!"

[tag Spartan]

[BIGDB]

Dustin Mikal
Somewhere in space...
Its peanut buttuh jelly time!
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...
Transmission Encryption Detected: Analyzing...
Encryption Classification Theta-Sigma-Nu Detected.
Decoding in progress...
Transmission Playback Commencing.

*Static*
*The static is cut off abruptly by a deep voice*
"Master Shinzu, I greet you with a warm heart and an open hand, as always. I trust that my brief message will meet with you in well kept circumstances. The information that you requested earlier this month has arrived, and we are willing to comply with your policy... By the time you recieve this message my forces will already be in Sadalmelik System, we have been waiting for this day for a long time... And today is our day for victory! Death to the renegades!" *The transmission ends almost as suddenly as it began, and the gray haired zealots face is whiped from Dustin's visor.*

Sir, should I activate the simulation?

"Not yet... We need to make an appearance first. Switch over to manual."

Dustin turned the projectors off and disengaged the stealth drives before lifting off of Tayne's 2nd moon. Much more like a large boulder than a moon... The VN IV was clear of it within fifteen seconds and already making a burn towards Sadalmelik Minor, the designated meeting place for "Master Shinzu" and "The Ynorshmin Liberators".

Frequency 1036.93 Y9 Opened and prep'd.
Connection to Ynorsh command ship established.

"I assume you are ready for the attack."
::"Yes, Master Shinzu, we have prepared."::
"Everything is ready? The names, weak points, stress points, abundant stupidity to courage ratios, objectives, loca-"
::"What did you say?"::
"Well, I was asking you if you had everything ready."
::"Did you say, stupidity...?"::
"Uh oh kids... I think Mr. Ynorshmins been "sniffing the Galactic Frog Powder" again, if you know what I mean."
::" ... "::
"I can't say I blame you though, fairly good stuff."

Mines deployed, armed in 5... 4...

"But! I really can't stay and chat much longer... I'm a very active individual you know, fighting the war and all, exterminating bastards like you."
::"... FIRE!"::

Deployed weapons armed, please clear the immediate area.

"Heh..."

The Veritas's AI, Laurana, engaged all major stealth drives, and had already been fooling around with the projection modules... After the mines had been sent out, Laurana created fake signitures for any and all forms of detection and set them in place of the mine's signitures. Along with the visual aide provided via the holo-projectors on the outside of the VN's hull, the enemy never knew the difference. Dustin pulled the ship into a soft-jump back to [Where exactly is the Dreadnaught at...?] and pressed the button labeled "DEATH IN MINE FORM". He watched via satalite as the small fleet of barely a hundred ships was decimated, then the screen went blank. "Inform Shane that the minor threat has been completely eliminated... We'll be back in 29 hours."

Consider it done, foods ready in the kitchen if you're feeling up for a burger.

"Outstanding... Yell at me when we get within the four hour mark."

(OOC: Alrighty... So, I think you get the general idea... Like it? ^_^ So, spartan, if its all good with you... I'll be your general "Clean up" guy, or the details man if you will. I'll get recon for you, take care of smaller threats, and get rid of any blood stains left by the rest of the crew ;)

The only two people that would know exactly what I do would be Shane and Dash. Shane because he's the Sky-Marshal, duh... And Dash because he's my commanding officer, close friend, mentor... All that jazz. All my assignments come either directly from Shane, or from Dash if Shane is too busy to worry about it at the moment.)

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) so, I just jump in anywhere doing something? I can handle that I guess.

EDITING


Crane Lakrator
Head of CraLeo Shipping Company
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"Leo? Are we still on course?" Crane asks his AI as he decides which piece to move on his 3d chess set.
"I tell you the same answer I told you ten minutes, 55 seconds and 123 milliseconds ago. YES!" his AI lied as he made a several hundred degree course correction.
"Hey, no need to shout, you have proven time and time again how when you play chess and pilot the ship at the same time, you have a hard time keeping the ship on course."
"Go boil a fog." Leo replied moodily.
"Boil a fog? How do I boil fog? Crane said as he made his move.
"You know what I mean!" Leo replied as he had his chess droid move a piece.
"Ha! You fell right into my trap!" Crane said as he moved another piece. "Checkmate!"
"You cheated!"
"Of course, how else would I win against you. Besides, you cheat worse then I do."
"I do not!"
"Yes you do!"
"Do not!"
"Do!"
"Do not!"
"Do!"
"Do not!"
"Do!"
Do not!"
"Do! Hey! Leo, watch out you almost hit that asteroid!." Crane said as he looked out a viewscreen.
"Stop distracting me so I can pilot then!"
"Pilot! You couldn't even crash without messing up!"
"Could to!"
"Could not!"
"Could to!"
"Could not!"
"Could.... Hey Crane, we are approaching the planet."
"Good, contact flight control and reserve a landing pad for us."
"Duh! I'm an AI! I know the drill!"
"Then do it without me having to tell you!"
"Then shut up and let me!"
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Crane shouted in anger as he walked to his room. "Hey Stacey! Ceaser! how are ya! he said as he walked over to his lazard tank. "Got enough light do you?" he asked, adjusting the sunlamp. "Hungry are you?" he opened a smaller tank next to them and pulled out a couple of crickets. he opened the lid of the big tank and dropped the crickets in. He closed the lid and watched as his lizards went after the food.They were finished eating in a few minutes and Crane turned and walked out of the room. "Hey! Leo! we landed yet?" he called, even though his AI could here him from anywhere in the ship.
"No we are not landed, I am still trying to get us a landing pad, all of them are full right now, so shut up."
"I knew we couldn't have landed, there were no shakes or jolts."
"Shut up!...... Ah! Finally, I got us a landing spot!"
"Then start landing!"
"I am, so shut up stupid!" Leo said as he activated the landing thrusters.




(ooc) so, yeah, Crane is coming to the planet, and he is head of a small shipping company called CraLeo, that works for the Reich. and he is coming there to drop off cargo. So umm yeah, if you guys want to use my char in any way, go ahead, otherwise, I will just wait for others to post, then post his cago being unloaded or something.




EDIT!: P.S. Oh, by the way, how is this for my first post? Please tell me if there is anything I should change about it or anything like that.

[Nickodemus]

:: Incomming Message ::
:: Encription code YING YANG 7 ::

To the most Illustrious Sky-Marshall O'Connelly.

Well Hello Sexy. I'm sure we can come by and give you a hand. Yang is looking forward to errrrm retraining you. And I have heard of your fun. We have some goodies we picked up on your old stomping grounds. You might remember Parsec 12. The cell had a secret lab built right under your old workshop. Quite interesting stuff. Bringing you a toy or two. O' and you know us. We're coming in HOT so you be ready to fend em off. Our shields are holding no problem but when they see you all they might not be happy. I have three Firgate class attack craft. and two assault gun boats. A bunch of fighters too. Enjoy.

Ying Lee



SHEETS

Character Sheet:

Name: Ying Lai // Yang Lai

Age: Both 24

Gender: Female

Bio/background: Ying and Yang are Twins, Identical twins. 5'7" tall black hair and black eyes. They were born at the exact same time when their mother died in child birth. they grew up in a typical childhood on a poor industrail planet covered in cities and factories. They grew up hard when their father was killed by a military accident. Eventually they came upon there chosen trade of gun running because they grew up in it when fighting broke out on their planet. They have many contacts but an unfortunate time with boyfriends. they seem to die or have freak accidents. The only presently surviving boyfriend they did have was one Shane

They own theiir own freighter the Toolbox it has two sets of rapid fire blaster turrets on each side of the primanry hull.



::Incoming Message::

Ran into some delays, will be there soon. I think we lost a ship or two in the minefields but were not sure, our back scanner isnt working. O'well. respond Shaney-boy



<occ> well. i forgot to get the sheet up. will post a good one when i get more time. sorry

[iHawk]

(OOC) In case anyone didn't know… the summary is 100% complete. (OOC)

Dash Riprock
RIA Headquarters
Another day at work

After a short convversation with Creen and an even shorter one with Shane Dash returned to the RIA HQ to continue doing his job. He left the shuttle to be met by an agent with a clipboard. Though they were still called clipboards, they were completely differant then the old earth fassion. They were more like a computer pad with a stylus, the current design had been around for almost a century, but it worked. "Sir, here are the reports you asked for this morning." "Thank you Ensign, is Mikal back yet?" "Not yet sir, but his ship should be arriving on the Dreadnaught within the hour." "Good, that will be all Ensign." The Agent nodded and left while Dash red over the reports.

His moles had gotten him some information, nothing special today. Just ship movements, Cell promotions, research logs. He'd send the information to Shane later. It seemed that the Rapier was up and running again, which meant he didn't have to be hauled around in a shuttle anymore. Thank God. The new Agents were coming along with their training. Dash had walked all the way to his office while reading and set the pad on his desk. His office wasn't very big, it had wood floors (Not real wood) the walls were treated so that the colour would change every so often and his desk sat in the middle of the room. The desk itself was simple in design, it had a control pad on it that controlled the security systems in the room, there was also hidden blasters within the desk frame.

On his walls Dash had old earth swords, and other weaponry about. There was a bookcase, again like the clipboard, it wasn't like the ones of old earth. It held data readers and discs, but was still called a bookshelf. Dash finished reading the logs and sighed. I miss the good old days. Every day was another disaster, there was no time to sit down, no time for food, or sleep. But at least it never got boring.

(OOC) Well this was a long and pointless post that was only meant to show what Dash thinks of his job. (OOC)

[Ragnarox]

Teg Miles
Phobos Station-Secure Location
No
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Teg had made time in his busy schedule to sit down and have a talk with Lt. Dexter Kulin from Fleet Special Operations Section-9. They sat in a litterally everything tight room considering it was suspended in hard vacuum in a cell. Without the help of electronic equipment, which communication would most certianly be interfered with by the streaming takion array in the vacuum. Normally this cell would be used to test the effect of some new product on a human being...or at least replicas of them.

Teg and Lt. Kulin sat at a metallic 1x1 meter table suspended in the air by anti-grav arrays. Teg drank from a mug of Kathian Mandarine Tea while Dexter sipped at a mug of black coffee. Outside the vacuum tube, two more agents from Special Ops Section-9 kept watch over the place.

Teg took another sip of his herbal tea and asked as he set the mug down, "So, Lieutenant Kulin, first off, I suggest we get some public relations going here. I have not heard of Fleet Special Operations Section-9, what is it exactly you do."

Lt. Kulin leaned back in his chair and explained, "Special Operations Section-9 composses of a branch of the Fleet Special Ops that deals with deep recon, information gathering and sparking violence in restless areas."

"Deep as in...?" Teg inquired as he raised an eyebrow.

"Deep as in Earth." Kulin replied.

Tegs eyes burst open wide in amazment, he didn't know of anybody with the audacity...or courage to conduct special operations on the Cell centralized planet. Well...with the exception of Dash and Shane of course.

"Oh? Who comissioned your cluster and how many memebers?" asked Teg as he leaned over the table.

"I'm not a liberty to give you that information. Section-9 is the most tightly secured special operations unit in the entire Reich, as such, I can't give you much information. I can tell you though that the entire unit consists of officers and has no civilian advisors." replied Kulin.

"You said, that you cause civil strife in restless places, how big of a change do they make?" Teg asked.

Lt. Kulin sighed and said aloud, "Let me think of a good example...ah. Do you remember the Gammu Liberator's Rebellion in the Astri system a year ago?"

"Of course I do, that was one of the greatest victories that civil outer rim colonies had against the Cell. Are you saying-" Teg began to ask.

"We started it," Dexter said as he grinned, "We gave them the knowledge necessary to take the fight to the Cell and the ideals and weapons to do it with. We even planted Karen Sarajvo, the leader of that rebellion. I can't give you her real name but all you need to know is that she was a damn good agent."

Before Teg could speak, Kulin leaned over the table and clasped both hands and said, "Enough public relations, lets get down to this business, about Zeta Labs."

"Alright then, what is it you want?" Teg asked as he took a sip from his tea.

"We want all the information on Project-"Elegance" and a prototype subject to go with it." Dexter said.

Teg choked on his tea when he heard Dexter even mention the project. Teg slammed the mug of tea down on the table and starred angrily into Dexter's eyes.

"No." came the slow and angry word.

Dexter didn't seem phased, or even recoiled by either the answer, or the rage in Teg's voice.

"I thought that would be the reply, do you realize why we want that project Dr. Miles?" Dexter asked.

"I don't care, I can't give you a scrap of information on that project, only with authority from Sky-Marshall O'Connelly himself can I even say a word of it. You shouldn't even know the code name!" Teg replied.

"You don't care? Seriously..." Dexter said, he sighed and then continued, "Remember how I said that the agent that played the part of Karen Sarajvo was a good agent? Do you have any idea what she was killed by?"

"What?" Teg asked angrily.

"A Mk VI Me-109 Kallon Industries 'Neural Disruptor', a weapon that no armor can neutralize and is always garunteed to kill its target even on a glancing hit. A weapon that can phase through walls and disperse to kill dozens in a single burst. A weapon that causing horrifying pain and neural trama upon its target, but it kills slowly over a period of several hours, but a split second of contact is all it needs."

Dexter leaned further over the table and asked, "Have you ever seen somebody who is experiencing the effects of a hit from a neural disruptor, Dr. Miles?"

Teg thought for a moment about that one. He knew about the neural disruptors, but he had never seen the victim of one. All he knew was that, it was awful. He can't imagine the pain that that agent had to suffer during her death. Or that of her comrades whom all they could do was watch helplessly as their fellow agent's mind was horribly disfigured by the psyco-sematic pain from the neural disruptor. Teg's emotions nearly betray the information to Dexter, but no. No. No, nobody could have that information unless direct permission from Shane was given.

Teg stood up and said, "I'll talk to Sky-Marshall O'Connelly about it, maybe he will be more merciful than I. But until then, nothing, absolutely nothing, no info, no blueprints, no prototypes, not even a molocule of information about the Quantum-Probability Armor."

Teg then left the room, tyring to seperate himself from the horrible thought that the Lieutenant put into his head. Teg rounded the corner and clutched his stomach in pain and leaned against the wall for support.

A blast from a neural disruptor...now thats something worth this information. Teg thought as he gathered himself up and headed towards the primariy command center to deal with this situation.

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: PM me with details, Rag. And sorry guys, really crappy week. Homework and being sick... Argh..)

[Ragnarox]

OOC: Umm...where is everybody?

[Protoss_Honor]

I dunno. I have been waiting for Spartan-II to clear an idea I had, but he has been damn ury. I know the feeling, so i ain't gonna rush him.

[Ragnarox]

OOC: Ya I know we talked but I'm wondering where everybody else is, I need quimbley to get Ying and Yang on the dreadnaught for...various reasons...

[Nickodemus]

<OCC> i will, just give me a day or so. i was hoping hed have some post with everyone their and then i would show in the middle of it, so im kinda waiting for him too. If not ill mkae something up soon. busyiness

[iHawk]

I'm still here, but I need something to happen or else my next post will be Dash doing paperwork o_O Where are you Spartan? We need you! Maybe we should start beating on him again, that seemed to work in Corruption >:D

[Nickodemus]

Dreadnaught
Ying and Yang
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"Hey, did you hear that?"
"Umm no."
the two deck workers look up to see a ship entering the dreadnaughts open hanger bays.
"Holy krap, sound the warning klaxtons. Bridge we have intruders!"

warning bells go off though out the ship as the craft comes to a halt.

"Perimeter scans indicate two life forms aboard ship. No wait three. The ship is quite hot and in need of repair. The name "Toolbox" Is stenciled across the hull sides and it is definately a rather large cargo craft.

As the Security detail forms up around the ship the main doors open and the ramps deploy.

Two gorgeous looking women in buisness suits come down. They walk up the the head guy in charge.

"Well hello gorgeous." they both say at once. "Is Teddybear around here? We have his little bustea (sp) and would like to fit him back into it."

The other woman who isn't speaking pulls out a couple of chains from her bag with some wips and leather. "He left these with us and we think it is time to complete his training. He really does like to be dominated if you know just how."

The other one speaks up." Would you show us the way to his office please. You of course might know of him by his other name Shane."

They walk around surveying the group awaiting the reply. "O' and dont go in the ship. Fluffy wouldn't be to happy. Now before you ask Fluffy is a Red TigerHare from Ringloor. Nasty creatures when their homes are threatened and he does think that is his home.

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Knowledge

Creature: Tigerhare
sdescription: cross between a rabbit and a sabertooth tiger. rather large and vicious. Im making this all up and i really don't have one but if anyone sends crew up to my ship. The auto response will send odd rather loud growls from inside. lol

[Nickodemus]

<occ> Quimbley looks around "Well, I can't remember if i did this to him before but here goes." He pulls out a bucket of 42, 42 day old tunas and starts handing them out to the group. And then he begins to slap Spartan 42 times with each 42 day old tuna. "Spartan, come back. Too many people are awaiting you."

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: Argh! Eating Taco Bell, playing in Halo lan parties, and playing tackle football leaves me TIRED and sore. (I went to tackle my friend Cameron, and my friend Matt blocked me, well I tripped over him, and smashed my jaw on his head. :()

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: I'm asking Black.Ice to delete everything up to my explanation. I've just come on to read up and make sure this is still alive, i've been crunched for time lately.)

[Black.Ice]

Gogo Taco Bell!

(Posts deleted)

[Spartan-II]

(OOC: Thanks BI. And guys, this is still alive, but i'm at a friends house right now and can't post. [No long involved posts anyway..])

[kongurous]

OOC: Due to encouragement from Darmago in the IRC channel, I propose we have a vote to see who gets to carry on the plot temporarily. And Spartan-II, I find it funny that you had enough time to argue with us on IRC but not enough time to post here.

[Nickodemus]

awww, get used to it. spartan does this. well pick it up i guess, course this could be why number one died down. that and zero.... but o well I say we start a petition to get zero back.

[Ragnarox]

Hell, I'll welcome Zero back with open arms, another RP'er is just another RP'er. Why care about the past, forget and forgive. First however...we must get this show back on track.

P.S: Everyone should go watch Lord of War!

[kongurous]

OOC: AJ already said ZC wasn't coming back. I still say we should come to some kind of decisions, considering its 8 days short of a month since a RP post from Spartan.

[kongurous]

OOC: Ok, it seems it's at my discretion as to whom gets the GM job. Until I feel it necessary to change, I'm gonna give it a shot. I promise I will have a post up by Saturday.

[Spartan-II]

What Skippy says is correct, I just request that you keep Shane alive.

[kongurous]

What Skippy says is correct, I just request that you keep Shane alive.

So... is Shane mine or NPC?

[Ragnarox]

In that case skippy I'm going to have to PM you all the info Spartan, Hawk and I set up for Shane...unless Spartan already gave it to you.

[kongurous]

In that case skippy I'm going to have to PM you all the info Spartan, Hawk and I set up for Shane...unless Spartan already gave it to you.

OOC:...You do realise this is the second time I've been shut out of useful information pertaining to a RP, don't you? I need this stuff by tomorrow in order to make my deadline of posting Saturday, and I don't want to come off as someone who can't fulfill a promise to the players, whether you've RPed with me before or not.

[Nickodemus]

lol, shane is our toy.... lol

Yin and Yang

[Spartan-II]

No, Shane is your daddy. Just popping in to remind skippy that Shane is still mine, he's just on loan. >_>

[kongurous]

OOC: Ok, people. I need that information, ASAFP. I have... 1 hour and 27 minutes(at the time of this post)to keep my promise.

[kongurous]

OOC: Screw it. Spartan won't even give me the information. I'm handing the office of GMship over to Ragnarox, its obvious no-one likes me enough to give me the courtesy of helping to move this along. Hawk won't even send it, and he knows damn well I don't know this stuff.

[Nickodemus]

hey, its not my fault. i was awaiting the captain..... just pick up with it and go man. ill jump on when you play the captain getting me (us) in to his bridge.

[Ragnarox]

GOD DAMN IT CALM THE HELL DOWN! I HAVEN'T BEEN GIVEN ACCESS TO A COMPUTER THAT COULD POSSIBLY GO TO WARBOARDS FOR SEVERAL DAYS!!!!!!! I can still send you the info if you want skippy...

[kongurous]

GOD DAMN IT CALM THE HELL DOWN! I HAVEN'T BEEN GIVEN ACCESS TO A COMPUTER THAT COULD POSSIBLY GO TO WARBOARDS FOR SEVERAL DAYS!!!!!!! I can still send you the info if you want skippy...

Ain't your fault. But if Spartan and Hawk aren't gonna send me what I need, then I might as well not even be in the position.

[iHawk]

Wait, know something important about the RP? o_O Why don't I remember that!? Maybe if I had some more details I might be able to remember. Or maybe I should look through my old PMs and see if I can find corruption info that seems important. Or at least interesting. *leaves to check PMs*

[Nickodemus]

Quimbley laughs at this hulla a baloo and awaits for coruption to start again. then quietly he remembers the name and laughs an inside joke to himself

[Ragnarox]

(OOC: As an agreement between skippy and I as to how Shanes actions are portrayed, we have decided that he and I are going to share GM'ship of the RP until Spartan-II returns.)

IC:

Shane O'Connelly
Dreadnaught
A lot to swallow in one sitting...
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After the breif, but enjoyable, reunion with Creen, Shane retired to his quarters. The vertical sliding, metallic door opened quickly and silently and Shane stepped in as the door closed behind him. As soon as he entered the room, he looked at his office. There was a fresh stack of paper file reports just waiting to be reviewed. Shane walked over to his office where he sat at his "wooden" desk, turned on the overhead lamp, took off his jacket, and began read the newly issued reports from...well, everywhere. Shane sighed, leaned back in his chair and picked up the first report, it came from Specialist Commander Dash Riprock of Fleet Special Ops HQ.

The report was concealed in a black, polymor envelope. Shane opened the cover-page and began reading.

Sender: Spc. Cmdr Dash Riprock
Receiver: Sky Marshall Shane O'Connelly
Stardate: July 9th, 3090
Report Type: Status Update
Classification: Zulu Mark I

Hey Shane, It's that time again, that time where I send you a report on how Fleet Special Ops kicked a few more butts and how bored I am because there isn't anymore work to do...


Shane took the five or so minutes to read Dash's report fully and jotted down a few notes on his personal computer to remind himself to get Dash a job he might actually be interested in. Shane then went on to the next report, this one from Doctor Teg Miles, head of the Reich's R&D division. Shane rolled his eyes as he looked at the seemingly massive report concealed in a transparent binder, and opened the binder and began reading.

Shane skipped to all the important parts, the ones about how Teg needed things, and how Mirv was coming onto the ship. There was also a very interesting report in the file about a unit called Special Ops Section-9, Shane had just began to read it when suddenly his doorbell chimed. Shane sighed again, dropped the report on his desk and stood up to go answer the door. Shane smiled as the door slid open and he saw whom were standing outside his door.

Ying and Yang Lai, both dressed in some very clean cut looking business suits, stood shoulder to shoulder, smiling at Shane with their blindingly bright white teeth and those gorgeous eyes, both of them had their hair tied back in a pony tail.

"Hey Teddybear." They both said simultaneously as they waved shyly at Shane. He loved it when they did that.

(OOC: DAMN! BACK TRACKING IS HARD!!!!!)

[kongurous]

OOC: Everyone, here's your green light to do shit.

[Protoss_Honor]

Crane Lakrator
CEO of CraLeo Shipping CO.
Talking to an old friend
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Crane pressed a couple of buttons on his control board, and a small viewscreen popped up. "Contact Sky marshall Shane O'Connelly." he said into the speaker.
"Contacting." a computerized voice responded back, "Connection established."
"Hey Shane!" Crane said happily, as the viewscreen showed Shane, and two very beautiful looking twin women. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" he asked with a smirk.
"Hi Crane." Shane said as he stepped toward the viewscreen, "And no,you are not interupting anything. These are Ying and Yang Lai. A couple of my, associates."
"Oh, I wish I had your job." Crane joked, "Speaking of which, how is life as Sky Marshall?"
"Not bad. Not bad at all."
"Good to hear. I was on planet making a delivery so I thought I would say hi."
"Oh? How long will you be on planet?"
"About three days, then we gotta make a run to one of the outer systems."
"Oh, good luck."
"Thanks. Being a former smuggler sure helps alot, you know all the fastest and least dangerous routes. So, what have you been doing lately?"


(ooc) Tag Skippy.
I know, short post, so sue me.

[kongurous]

Shane O'Conelly/Creen Gasan
Dreadnaught
talking to Crane/going down to the hangar(from now on, the left part of the / is Shane's quip, the right is Creen)
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"Thanks. Being a former smuggler sure helps a lot, you know all the fastest and least dangerous routes. So, what have you been doing lately?" Crane asked.

"Nothing notary... boring stuff, like pirates. Things could be worse, though." Shane replied, and as that moment, Creen also appeared out of the elevator, still in a sense of virtago, trying to get used to being conscious.

"This place is bigger than I remember..." he mumbled to himself, and noticed his Blitz... in all of its modified glory, with "Viridian Crow" scuffed onto the nose.

"SHE'S HERE!!!!!!" Creen shouted and burned a warpath through Shane, Ying, and Yang to his personal ship and checked to see if his access codes still worked. They did. He squealed with glee like a schoolgirl and took a seat in the cockpit, deciding to run a quick shakedown to see if the engines were still functional.

"I was wondering when he'd finally wake up. That thing was taking up too much space." Shane commented off-handedly, and chuckled.

"So, Ying and Yang, what's new?" Shane said, looking back at his erm... 'visitors'.

OOC: Yeah, short post for me, too. I need to get into my groove again and get used to using someone else's character.

[Nickodemus]

Ying and Yang
---

"Well. After our last boyfriends "accident" he left us with some money so we've been going around seeing the sights. We ran across your old stomping grounds and thought we would runinto you. We miss our little play thing we do." They said in unison. It didn't bother Shane in the slightest, he was used to it, but creen was slightly thrown off. "How do you two do that?" he said.

"Well, our aunt"
"Told us we were"
"born at the exact"
"same"
"time"
" and that we"
"always talked like this"
"We are you see"
"exact twins." they aproached creen and ran their fingers around his shoulders. "we do everything together. Ask Shane." they said together
"You look like a rather good specimen."
"perhaps we shall try you out later." they said again.

"We brought you all sorts of goodies in the ship Shane, but first we require food. Care to show us to the Kitchens." They said to shane grabbing his arms and heading off leaving creen rather amused at the whole situation.

<occ> tag, sorry missed a cue i did.

[iHawk]

Dash Riprock
Special Ops HQ
Another day… *sigh*

Dash woke up at the sound of his alarm and rolled out of bedrubbing his chin feeling the onset of a beard. He shut off his alarm and headed into the bathroom where he grabed a very simple looking blade and a small can of shaving cream. After the rest of his morning routine Dash went to leave his quarters stopping to smile at a picture of Achillies, his old dog. He had died of old age just a few months ago, Dash had taken some of his shore leave to go out and spread his ashes in space unknown to everyone else that is. He had told them that he needed a vacation and that he needed to see an old friend.

He left his quarters still thinking about that when an agent approached him with a datapad. "Sir?"

Dash took the pad and thanked the agent who then nodded and disappeared amongst the many halls in the building. Reading over the report he saw that everything was running smoothly, Dash kinda wished it wasn't. But as usual his personel did their jobs with the utmost efficiency. But then again they were all trained to his specifications which were rather strict. This made his divission rather small at the begining but everyone was well trained. It also said that Dustin Mikal was back, taht was good because that meant Dash had an excuse to escape the office to talk to his 'apprentice'.

He did what he had to; Attended meetings, helped training routines, sharpened his blades, tested a few weapons that had come down from the good ol' R&D divission, he'd have to thank Teg for the new dart launchers which were made from special metals that used- dash pretty much stopped reading the specs on them at that point and tried it out fireing almost twenty small darts that could be poisoned in a variety of ways into the target with surprising acurasy from a balistic weapon.

Dash let the proper agents know that he was off seeing his apprentice and blasted off in the Rapier. He was on the Dreadnaught within the hour and he left his ship meeting Dustin in the hanger.

"Hello Dustin, I trust your mission went well?"

(OOC) If you don't have time to tag back I can think up a convo and then bump into someone else. (OOC)

[BIGDB]

Dustin Mikal*
The Hanger - Dreadnaught
Weeee!
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"Hello Dustin,"

Mikal raised his stiffened right hand up to his brow, and after saluting the higher ranked officer... Shook his hand.

"I trust your mission went well."

"Meh... Yes. They didn't even suspect anything until I began toying with the commander. Still nice to hear a scream or three though."*

"You are a sick bastard..."

"Ha! And your one to talk?"*

"Don't disrespect me!"

"Your mother is a Tnimovian whore..."*

". . . . Fine. Knife fight, five hours."

"Four hours."*

"Do you really want me to kick your ass that bad?"

"I want to be your dominated love slave."*

" . . . . . . . Anyway . . . . Everything is as normal as can be expected."

"Damn."*

"Well, Creen finally decided to thaw out."

"Oh? Interesting timing... Waits till we've done all the difficult work and comes back for the cocktail party."*

"Only without the party."

"Things really that slow?"*

"At the moment, yes... Either way you look at it, things are going well for the first time since... God knows when, how long has it been since we started this whole damned operation?"

(OOC: There hawk ;) Thanks for the opening... Great timing on my part... Finally had some time to log on tonight, and you've given me the perfect opprotunity to sneak a post in ^_^ Anywho, balls in your court. I know you like those fight scenes, so I'll let you end the coversation, give Dustin some orders and roleplay the knife fight later in the day. Have fun :D )

[iHawk]

Dash Riprock
The Dreadnaught
Fooding >_>

After being insulted (poorly but insulted none the less) by Dustin, Dash, decided to eat before he kicked his apprentice's ass. He entered the Dreadnaught's main cafetieria and saw Shane sitting in between two beautiful women wearing buisiness suits. I'd love to know what buisiness those two are into Dash thought with a smirk as he grabbed some food and sat down taht thier Table.

"Hello Shane," Dash started hiding all signs of a smile from his face… for now.

"Hi Dash, what brings you here again?"

"I'm just here to talk to Dustin, and later teach him a lesson or two. Say, aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely companions?"

"Oh, yes this is Ying, and Yang Lai, they're guests here."

"Hello Dash." They said in perfect unison, "Shane's told us about you, it's good to finally meet you."

"Only good things I hope." Dash said towards Shane.

"Oh yes." Ying said, "We've heard," Yang continued, "That you're quite a fighter." They finished together.

"So, am I still sleeping or are you two just that beautiful?" Dash asked smileing.

"Woah there Dash," Shane interupted, "Slow down there."

"I'm just complimenting these fine ladies, no harm in that." Dash said smileing again, he had an interesting conversation with the three, before he had to go. He headed off towards the DoJo to get ready for his fight with Dustin when he ran into Teg. "Hello Teg, long time no see."

(OOC) Tag Lq, skip and/or Rag (OOC)

[Protoss_Honor]

(ooc) when will this continue? or did it die?

[kongurous]

(ooc) when will this continue? or did it die?

OOC: It's Rag's turn to post.

[Spartan-II]

Live my creation, lest your existence turn into a curse upon my name...

Seriously guys, post.

[Protoss_Honor]

Live my creation, lest your existence turn into a curse upon my name...

Seriously guys, post.
(ooc) dude, I would be posting my butt off, except I am waiting for Ragnarox to post, cause I need him to post first.