Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

[QUOTE]"What's with the suit?"[/QUOTE] "Power armor." she stated, as she finally stood up. She reached over, and slipped on the helmet. Finally, the suit was complete, though she still needed to get it calibrated. She felt the suit constrict a bit, adapting to her form and hugging her body where it needed to. Good, its working. The visor in her helmet switched on, providing her a high definition view of everything she was looking at. In this case, Ahaz. A HUD appeared, as well as readouts on the different portions of the suit as well as her body. Perfect. She flexed her shoulders, and moved her arms and legs. Gotta get used to wearing it. "You look like an idiot." sounded off Valkyrie behind her.

In the deepest part of the Galaxy, where the stars barely shone, a pirate frigate painted with red stripes sailed in the wilderness. It's captain started talking over it's intercom. "Attention chicks and dicks of the Bloodrunners! Our idiot navigator charted our course wrong and now we're in some part of the galaxy I can't even find on the fucking map! So, I guess this makes us the first people that's ever been here before." Just when they were about to claim this area as their own, a shuttle materalized out of the darkness and flew close to the pirate frigate. They were about to blast it into chunks of metal, but to their surprise they received a transmission first from the shuttle before they could do anything. It was of two men, both wearing white tunics, with blank white masks, and black shawls. "Attention vessel. You are sailing through an area of space that we cannot permit anyone to enter. Please leave." Pirate captain got real pissed at the bullshit he just heard. "What the fuck? Who the hell you think you two Divinity Creed lookin' [I]REJECTS [/I]are talkin' to? Do you know who the fuck we are? You're talking shit to the Bloodrunners best captain! I've killed more DC fucks than I can count! I'm marked for death in twelve of their systems!" The white men responded. "We will have no quarrel. Now leave us alone." "Hey, FUCK you! I've crushed DC assholes like you, and i'm about to add one more mark to the tally!" Unfazed, the men in white just shook their head. "[B]Go[/B]. [I][B]Away[/B][/I]. We will not ask you again." "Yeah, yeah. Let's see if you can keep on yammerin' as you're being vaporized." Meanwhile, something was happening outside. One of the pirates looked through a window outside. "Hey, uh, Captain? Something weird is going on. I think you need to see this." The stars were beginning to disappear one by one. Something was blocking their light from reaching the pirate frigate. "Gunner team, prepare to blast these assholes to smithereens!" The captain yelled over the intercom. But the gunner team did not move. They were too fixated on what was going on outside. "Gunner team, what the fuck are you doing? I said fire!" One of the gunners replied. "Boss, look outside. This ain't natural." The stars were starting to appear again, but this time, they were moving. "It's probably some fancy cloaking technology! Maybe it'd stop if you just fucking started shooting, eh?" "You people do not learn. Your arrogance just killed you." said one of the men in white before they cut the transmission. Immediately after that, loud tapping could be heard all over the ship. "Bridge! This is engineering! I think we're getting board-" An explosion rang throughout the entire ship. The frigate's engineering deck was blown wide open, everything inside being sucked out into space. A large landing pod flew in and placed it's airlock against the door which led to the deck, and opened it's doors. A large mob of bizarre looking soldiers came out and completely swarmed the inside of the pirate's vessel. They each had yellow stripes and markings on their armor, while some of them had spikes with severed heads impaled on them strapped to their packs. Some of them were even wearing capes made of skin. Within minutes, the intruders sliced, slashed, and shot their way to the bridge of the frigate. The last thing the pirate captain saw was a horde of screaming madmen bursting through the barricade he set up to protect himself from the intruders.

Abraxas stared until he felt a slight bump on the shoulder. The same silver-haired woman from before. "I wonder, are you from Earth or is that a religion necklace?" She asked while pointing out Abraxas has gotten from Safe Haven long ago. "Yes." He answered. "Oh my." She clapped with her hands, looking above. "I remember the days, secularization. Hmph, so charming to see how Humans work. "Why I even remember before Divinity Creed there were others ISIS, Crusaders, Children of God." She explained. Abrax stared and pointed at the necklace. "It is simply faith, am not affiliated." He raised his tone. She shrugged and folded her arms. "So it appears."

[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49907813]((You still gave me practically nothing... I'll let you into the game, but it's a bit disconcerting that a couple of people who made characters and then never posted again still made more of an effort to describe their character's appearance and background than you did.)) [B]New Character Stats:[/B] Hariim Willpower (100HP instead of 50, immune to enemy CH crit rolls) Polycomputational (No CH roll required for hacking/interfacing with most computer systems) HP: 100 ATK: 1.0 DEF: 1.0 * One unallocated stat point, send me a PM Carl Willpower (100HP instead of 50, immune to enemy CH crit rolls) Diplomat (3x CH for Persuasion when resolving fights or disputes) HP: 100 ATK: 1.0 DEF: 1.0 * One unallocated stat point, send me a PM --- Rask arrived at the Penthouse Speakeasy to find a very disgruntled doorman receiving a [I]talking to[/I] by his manager. Upon seeing Rask walk up, the doorman straightened up and blocked the door. "Name, please," he grumbled. Rask flashed his old ID, from when he worked for State Security, and attempted to walk straight through the door. CH Estimate: 1/2 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. "Hold it," the doorman said, grabbing Rask by the arm and yanking him back out. "You don't look like any SS runt I ever saw. What's with the merc getup?" "I'm undercover," Rask replied. "Well this ain't your territory," the doorman spat. "You know the rules." Rask looked to the manager, who crossed his arms contemptibly and smirked. "You heard the man," the manager said. "Beat it, punk." Rask contemplated shooting both men dead on the spot, but decided against creating trouble where there might be other options. --- Inside, Yanim had spotted Owen at the bar and sat down next to him. "Owen," she said, appearing slightly unhinged. "That statue in the fish tank, it's a friend of mine." "Uh... that's nice," Owen replied. "Owen," Yanim insisted, "we have to get him out. Did you see Rask on your way here?" "No?" "He must still be on his way then," Yanim said, intensely, as she returned to nursing her drink. She made occasional, nervous glances toward the fish tank. Owen was very uncomfortable. --- "I've got an idea who your racer could be," Valkyrie said as she brought up Vran De'Valga. "Well, if you think he doesn't belong in the race, then you should investigate it. We can't just assume that the Mafia's going to pick the absolute least-likely winner; we have to investigate as many leads as possible and ensure that we cover all possibilities. If we put our efforts into sabotaging De'Valga and it turns out another dark horse wins it, then we're shit out of luck," Neasha responded. "Question, you don't happen to know if there's any possibility we could acquire some weapon and armor parts? I can't manufacture stuff with no resource," Maddox said. "We just went on a salvaging run," Neasha explained. "We have plenty of scrap metal laying around that's good quality. It's all due to be sold, but you can earmark some for yourself if you want something to work with. As for all the other components, now that you're added into the crew as an employee, you should be able to access the company account from any credit terminal for work-related expenses. Just keep in mind that there's a limit of twenty thousand credits per day, per employee. Anything more than that requires approval from Yanim, Rask, or me."[/QUOTE] ((Look, I was preoccupied at the time, took most of my concentration to come up with a name))

(( Chill, man. If you want some suggestions for your guy, I got some if you're willing to take any. I mean we kinda need someone for security since our last security person got ban't. )) [editline]10th March 2016[/editline] (( wait shit i forgot we already got someone to fill in that gap. ))

"You're apparently a historian." Abrax asked. The biker scratched the back of her head. "In a way. Though I imagine that has to do more with experience than reading." The Biker said while eyeing the Physician. "You're a...?" "Apothecary. Malmarian." He responded. The biker tilted her head, eyes widened in interest. "The get up?" "Standard issued, protects against toxic and disease." He said. She curved her lips. "I imagine that came in handy before." Abrax narrowed his eyes, clenching his hands and then looked down.

[Heading to bed for the night.]

"Actually, I have an idea." Owen says as he walks over to the fish tank. He discretely equips his brass knuckles. And with that, Owen punched as hard as he could into the fish tank. The impact left a satisfying thud.

Owen: CH Estimate: 1/3 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Failed. Owen's fist smashed into the glass, creating a loud thump and cracking it severely. However, the glass did not shatter, and once the trickling water reached the electrified brass knuckles on Owen's fist there was a bright flash and terrible "pop" which sent Owen reeling backwards in surprise. Moments later, all of the fish in the aquarium turned over and floated to the top. "Hey!" The doorman shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He charged into the room and began shoving his way through the crowd toward Owen. With the door clear, Rask started to walk inside. "Oh no you don't-" the manager started to say before Rask pulled his pistol and shot the man in the kneecap. Rask: [B]7[/B] x Malevolence(x2) = [B]14DMG[/B] The manager cried out in pain and dropped to the floor. As a man in his fifties who had never seen combat of any type in his life, he had no interest in stopping whatever Rask was up to. [B]Enemy Neutralized.[/B] For the most part, the people within the club failed to notice the attack, as the music inside drowned out the sound outside. Only the people closest to the door realized what had happened, starting a panic. The doorman, a formidable bouncer, closed in on Owen, but was being shoved constantly and couldn't get any momentum.

Abrax turned to hear a slight noise due to his hyper awareness. First Rask was gone from his original position. He shook his head and moved forward, leaving the Biker behind and went to the Speakeasy.

Muffled scream-cursing could be heard from Statue Sledge following the electric shock.

When the bouncer finally got to Owen, Owen threw a punch to the bouncer's stomach.

Owen: [B]5[/B] x 1.25 x (No Feat Applicable) = 6.25... [B]6 DMG[/B] Discharge CH1/2, 1, Failed, No Effect Owen's fist crashed into the doorman's washboard abs. The knuckles themselves apparently hadn't recharged yet, having electrocuted a thirty thousand gallon fish tank only moments earlier. The bouncer grunted, but wasn't stunned. He responded by hoisting Owen into the air and throwing him at the bar table. Bouncer: [B]4[/B] x Territory(x3) = 12 Owen: DEF Roll = 3 [B]9 DMG[/B] Owen HP: 91/100 [I]New faction feat learned: Mafia Territory (x3 DMG while attacking in Mafia-owned establishments)[/I] Owen was hurled across the table, knocking his root beer over and making a huge mess as he tumbled onto the floor beyond. He sustained a few bruises in the process. Yanim then responded with an attack of her own, using her tail to stab at the big man's body. Yanim: [B]9[/B] x 1.25 x (No Feat Applicable) = 11.25... [B]11 DMG[/B] The blade on the tip of her tail punctured the guard in roughly the same spot that he had just been punched. He yelled and stumbled backward, clutching at his wound while Yanim reached for her pistol. Owen meanwhile had gotten back to his feet and was ready to re-enter the fight.

Abrax quickly moved in and saw the fight erupting. He saw the doorman and sneaked closely, preparing to knock him out.

Owen was now infuriated. Owen wanted to make sure this next punch hurt. Therefore he ran over and aimed a right hook directly at the bouncer's head.

Abraxas: CH Estimate: 3/5 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. Raising his special dart pistol, the apothecary closed to within two meters of the bouncer before pulling the trigger, but at the last second, a panicked bar patron stumbled into the middle ground and the knockout dart pegged him in the side of the head. The bouncer didn't notice this as his eyes were fixated on the kanad who just shanked him. Bouncer: [B]4[/B] x Territory(x3) = 12 Yanim: DEF Roll = 1 [B]11 DMG[/B] Yanim HP: 39/50 He threw a powerful haymaker into Yanim's head and knocked her clean off her feat. She slammed into the ground and briefly lost her orientation. Owen arrived just afterward, having leapt over the counter to throw a punch of his own. Owen: [B]6[/B] x 1.25 x (No Feat Applicable) = 7.5... [B]8 DMG[/B] Discharge CH1/2, 2, Passed, Stunned The doorman received a blow he would never forget, locking up as the electrical current flowed through his jawline. Going numb all over, he stumbled backward into a passing barfly who shoved him along into a nearby billiards table. The bouncer would not be able to fight back, at least for a moment. Rask, having navigated his way through the crowd, now had an open shot. Rask: [B]6[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]6 DMG[/B] Rask fired at the immobile guard with his pistol and clipped him in the arm. The bouncer didn't even react, he was so delirious from Owen's punch. Blood stained the felt as the bouncer slid to the floor, holding his head and trying to remember his own name.

"Great." Abraxas said, he placed Annabelle in his pocket and opted to go for melee. He cracked his knuckles and attempted to beat the Bouncer up. Though he certainly wasn't confident in hand to hand.

Owen saw that maybe the bouncer's jaw was punched out of alignment. So Owen thought he would be generous, by punching the bouncer's jaw back into alignment with a left hook.

Abraxas: [B]2[/B] x 0.5 x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]1 DMG[/B] Closing in on the currently-helpless bouncer menacingly, Abraxas was prepared to lay down a beating. As he stepped forward, however, he slipped on a spilled drink and just sort of fell on the bouncer instead. He climbed back to his feet as if the whole thing had just been an accident. Owen then swung for the coup de grâce. Owen: [B]8[/B] x 1.25 x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]10 DMG[/B] Discharge (Irrelevant, target dead) Owen's second punch impacted the bouncer with enough force to snap his head to the side. A few teeth spurted out of his destroyed face, followed by a trickle of blood. Every muscle in his built physique relaxed as he died without a sound. [B]Enemy Eliminated.[/B] Rask rushed to Yanim, helping her back to her feet. "I don't know what the hell you're up to-" he started to say, before Yanim pushed him aside and aimed at the fish tank with her gun. Yanim: CH Estimate: 3/4 [B]Actual: 3[/B] Roll Passed. The shot rang out, followed by the sound of glass breaking and the tidal rush of spilling water. The quickly-emptying club was soon filled an inch deep, and the two kanads slogged across the wet ground onto the gravel. "This is him," Yanim said as she put her pistol back in its holster. The muffled screaming was now far more audible. "[I]What the fuck?[/I]" Rask said as he suddenly heard the cries for help. "You mean there's a man in there?" "That's what I told you," Yanim said as she heated her tail blade electrically and began cutting away at the metal's surface, starting at the face. A moment later, a masklike chunk fell away, revealing Sledge's face for the first time.

Abrax saw the minor injury on Owen. He pulled up a small syringe and jabbed it on his shoulder. Healing him.

[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49910115]Abraxas: [B]2[/B] x 0.5 x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]1 DMG[/B] "That's what I told you," Yanim said as she heated her tail blade electrically and began cutting away at the metal's surface, starting at the face. A moment later, a masklike chunk fell away, revealing Sledge's face for the first time.[/QUOTE] Sledge took a few gasping breaths, his breath absolutely rancid. Through coughing and sputtering he finally managed a few words: "Get me food... need different flavor... been tasting... last burrito... entire time..." Sledge's eyes widened in abject horror as he reflected on the last few months spent in a state of forevertaste.

Abraxas: CH Estimate: 1/1 (Apothecary) Owen +50 HP, 100/100 "But... but how?" Rask stammered. "The bartender said something about 'nanites,'" Yanim replied. "Don't think about it too hard. It's a miracle he's even-" Yanim suddenly paused, as if something important had crossed her mind. "Sledge, have you been shitting inside that shell this whole time?" "There was no room," Sledge lamented. "The nanites... they've been reusing the poop! Burning it for energy. It's called the 'Omega Protocol.' It's my mysterious third thing!" Rask gave him a strange look. "Rask, help me get him out of this thing," Yanim said, handing him a pocket welding tool. The two kanads continued to strip away at the metal, gradually revealing Sledge's uncompromisingly swole body. ((That's it for tonight))

"You mind explaining what happened before all this?" Abrax asked, while healing up any injured around him.

"I have not, Yuga'ayrin." Replied Vakarus as sipped from the tea. "It is fascinating to see the growth of our warhost, truly we are on the verge of becoming a force to be reckoned with." ----- Maddox put down the box loudly next to the workbench. Following Neashas directives, he had not only earmarked a chunk of the salvaged loot, but he had also bought three boxes of supplies, one from NewGen and two from Khrosus meaning he had enough to begin work on some basic armors and a expanded arsenal for the crew.

The door slid open to the cargo hold behind maddox workbench. "I trust you have a good reason to start tinkering, Mr Graves. This salvage has been marked for sale.". It was Yuga, standing with her hands behind her back in the doorway.

Maddox looked up. "Hm?" He spotted somekind of blue alien lady clad in a naval uniform. He raised an eyebrow. "I trust you have a good reason to start tinkering, Mr Graves. This salvage has been marked for sale." He smirked. "Mr Graves? Please, for you it's a first name basis." He said jokingly with his most charming smile. Maddox gestured towards the workbench. "Don't worry, I only used a part of your salvage for some preliminary prototypes which can be stripped down and sold later on." He extended his hand. "I don't think we've met miss...?"

"Yuga, of house Shuur. I am the navigator and financial adviser on this vessel." She inspected Maddox for a while, walking over to look at scrap he was going to use. Yuga looked up to Maddox, "Depending on the usefulness of these so called prototypes, perhaps we can sell them for a better price than we had intended to sell the scrap for".

"Nice to meet you, Yuga." Said Maddox as he moved up to the workbench. He picked up a rife protype and aimed down the sights. "Of course, if you like getting shot by your own weapons." "For now I'm hoping to design a small line of weapons for our crew. They'll be universal."

Yuga further inspected the designs that maddox had laid out. She turned around and walked back to the bridge, "As you were Mr Graves."

A explosion caused a couple of marines to fly several feet backwards into a heap of rubble. Moans of agony could be heard; one of many sounds heard on the battlefield. "Move! Move!" Yelled Warren as he rushed next to a concrete wall with two marines and a Boome shocktrooper right behind him. "Incoming!" A rocket fired by the Creed forces slammed into the ground, forcing Warren and his men to hug the wall briefly as the ground shook. A SDF Marauder roared above as it took up a firing position right above the SDF lines, laying down several rapid bursts of kinetic slugs just raining down on the enemy forces. Empty shell casings still steaming with smoke fell down to the ground, Warren and his men ignored it as they pushed on. They reached a open area and began to open fire on a Creed squad led by a knight. Muffled yelling could be heard as the crusaders and their leading knight spotted the marines, half of them were mowed down as they attempted to move into cover. "Keep the fire on!" Yelled Warren as he aimed at the knight, dumping most of his magazine into the chest of the knight who was forced to move backwards due to the sheer force of the weapons fire before finally falling down. The crusaders were now furious and yelled before attempting to charge at the marines. However, this plan went down the drain as a heavily armored Boome Marine charged straight through one of the concrete walls and tackled the remaining crusaders with his shoulder. The sound of bones cracking and metal bending could be heard as his armored shoulder hit the first crusader, a sound which was amplified for each fanatic caught in the charge. Warren moved up and motioned for the rest of his squad to secure the area. "Nice entrance." The Boom Marines heavy nodded. "Thanks." Said Mercury. He was about to say something more when the sound of panting could be heard from the crusaders strewn across the ground. Warren and Mercury approached, only to see a crusader fumbling with his rebreather. The visor on his helmet had cracked and underneath was the face of a young man, probably in his early thirties. With widened eyes he tried to seal his suit, a task which was not possible due to the broken visor and the fact that the tubes from his rebreather were leaking. He looked at Warren and Mercury who had their weapons at the ready. Warren had a sad look on his face. The man fumbled for his pistol which made the two marines aim directly at him. "Forgive me Lord for I have been tainted by the air of traitors. God forgive me." He brought out the pistol and put it next to his head, before firing off. Mercury shook his head and Warren twitched, before both of them moved on. Today's battle was the result of Creed forces attempting to break through the SDF lines on Novithus by pushing into a old vacant industrial yard. A small force from the SDF backed up by one out of nine Boome Marine shocktrooper companies had rushed to retake the area and resecure the lines, a task which had proven to be harder than anticipated as the fanatics had dug in with no intention of surrendering the area. Warren and Mercury walked out on the courtyard located at the centre of the industrial yard. A SDF marine saluted. "All clear sir, target area is under our control." "POW's?" Asked Mercury. The marine shook his head. "None, even the wounded either tried to fight back or kille themselves." Warre sighed. "Alright corporal, thanks for the report. Let's pack up and head back to base, the novithian auxiliaries should be here soon enough to take over." The soldier nodded, saluted and went back to a Boome APC which had fucntioned as a mobile command vehicle during the battle. "Drinks are on me once get back." Said Mercury to which Warren grunted. "Sounds good." Just as they were about to go and inspect the troops a SDF Adeptor came flying rapidly, circling quickly before landing at the yard centre. The rear hatch opened and a SSFD soldier came rushing towards Warren and Mercury. As he approached, the sound of metal scraping against could be heard as the special forces soldier wore the second generation of SDF armor. "Lieutenant Warren and Mercury of the Boome Marines?" Asked a dark voice distorted by a filter built into the helmet. Both Warren and Mercury nodded with the former having raised an eyebrow as this was the first time he had seen the second generation armor. "Lord General Cross demands your presence at base." The soldier pointed at the dropship. "Deliver your last orders and get onboard, we're leaving in five." Warren shook his head. "Dont need to, we're done here. Let's go." The SSFD soldier nodded and did a hand signal to the pilot who did a thumbs up. As soon as the three of them were onboard the hatch sealed up and the dropship took off. Twenty minutes later they were back the main SDF base; Firebase Ares. "Ten seconds." Yelled the pilot as the rear hatch opened up. Warren and Mercury looked out and were greeted by the sight of a massive base. During the five hours they had been gone this crucial firebase in charge of a portion of the SDF defenses had grown into a kilometer-sized military installation. New barracks, supply depots, storage units and service buildings had been dropped off by SDF vessels and several smaller SSN frigates had even landed at a large empty area. When the landing gear hit the metal plating placed on the ground, a squad of SSFD soldiers greeted Warren and Mercury. "This way, gentlemen." Just like the SSFD soldier on the dropship, these too were clad in the second generation of SDF armor. The squad led them to the edge of the landing zone and towards a small convoy consisting of three military rovers painted in SDF colors. Warren raised an eyebrow as the SDF had no military rovers deisgned for combat which these clearly were based on the pintle-mounted weapon ontop of the vehicle. Infront of the convoy stood Colonel, now Lord General, Kaspar Cross whom too donned the new armor, with a pair of SSFD guards standing at his side. He nodded towards Warren and Mercury. "Lieutenant, Mercury." Warren did a quick salute. "Good to see you, Lord General?" Kaspar smiled but quickly restored his serious expression. "The High Councilor wanted a new Lord General as my predecessor has fallen ill due to the age, he felt that it was important to retain a clear chain of command as we're at war here on Novithus." Warren nodded. Made sense, Kaspar was a perfect candidate too due to his extensive experience. Although nobody had ever been promoted directly from Colonel to Lord General before. He nodded towards the SSFD soldiers. "What's with the armor?" Before Kaspar responded it occured to Warren that not only the armor was new, but the weapons as well. He took a quick look and noticed that all of the SSFD soldiers had new weapons, weapons which reminded him alot of something he had seen before. Suddenly it struck him and he widened his eyes as he looked at Cross who nodded. "Yes, they're LWA designs. I'll explain later." He looked at the commanding SSFD soldier. "Commander, prepare to move out." The commander nodded and started waving. "Saddle up, we're moving out!" Quickly the men, and women, mounted the vehicles which were infact based on the LWA Lancier designed roughly two years ago. Kaspar entered front passenger seat on the center vehicle while Warren and Mercury entered the rear passenger seat. The SSFD commander and two of his men climbed up into the rear flatbed, covering the rear. Cross nodded towards the driver who started up the vehicle which roared before becoming almost quiet. "Hawk onboard and secured, cleared to move." Said the driver, signaling the front vehicle to move out. As the convoy moved through the base Warren looked on in awe. Everywhere he looked he could see SDF marines wearing the new armor while carrying shiny new weapons. His confusion grew as he spotted a officer and a technician talking infront of at least thirty TIGER units, looking like metal statues with their arms crossed behind their backs. "As you may have noticed, we have reached the point where we've begun deploying the new SDF equipment. In twentyfour hours this entire assault force will have received their new gear, in a week almost the entire SDF will have it." Warren could only hum in response as a SSN cruiser flew across the base.