The Belladonna was loaded to the brim with supplies, weapons, and ammunition, the standard type most small-time mercenary outfits could rely upon. There were plenty of available beds in the crew quarters, but most of them were dormitory bunks. If this operation were to grow to sufficient size, some crewmembers would need to consent to becoming roommates, or else they would need a larger ship. Gataska had agreed to join them at their next stop.
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[quote]INTERGALACTICA
SPECIAL REPORT: KANAD COLLECTIVE REASSESSING GKVR PRACTICES
Following serious charges leveled by Hanza LLC that the Collective's special operations unit GKVR (also known as State Security Bureau III) was responsible for the calculated destruction of a major freight station owned by the fuel corporation, sources confirm that the kanad government is suspending the unit's activities pending settlement in the case as well as a thorough investigation of the agency's practices. According to the official release published by the Collective's State Foreign Affairs Office, conflicting reports were generated after a multilateral fleet battle took place near the planet Gadon. This event, occuring two weeks prior to the tragedy at the freight station, lead GKVR to suspect a certain HarkArk freight vessel of illegally transporting weapons of mass destruction similar to those used during the battle, which was confirmed independently to have been docked at the station at the time of the bomb's detonation.
"Code Black is a measure of last resort," says General Ikall of State Security, offering a detailed explanation of the bomb's purpose. "In situations in which our operators are captured without a reasonable chance of escape or safety, the acting officer, always a colonel or higher rank, may use an explosive device as leverage in order to extricate the team. Because he is the only one who can disarm the weapon, he must resist methods of torture to protect that information in order to secure the release of his subordinates."
We asked General Ikall what went wrong at Hanza. He speculated on the actions of Colonel Pishka, the officer identified by GKVR as the operation's leader and the man who ordered the bomb's armament: "what we know [from the footage] is that Pishka's methodology is consistent with our anti-piracy doctrine, and may have been excessive. His actions may have resulted in the HarkArk crew lashing out in self defense. Our radio logs confirmed that when the fighting began, a disruption from an unknown mercenary ship delayed the availability of support needed for the team's safety, and the use of firearms escalated the situation beyond control. Pishka ordered Code Black in an effort to exchange himself for the lives of his crew, but was likely killed during the crossfire before he could negotiate an end to the fighting."
Following the General's logic, it was then impossible to disarm the bomb. However, the recovered footage confirms that the HarkArk ship stayed at port and sent a pair of crewmembers to inspect the bomb, however the cameras were apparently disabled shortly before their arrival at the scene. We asked the Colonel what he thought about their efforts.
"I'd call it valiant. Utterly brave. HarkArk was fortunate to have such courageous men in their employ, and the Collective of course is offering to pay compensation for their loss. We deeply regret what took place at Hanza and have dropped our investigation into the activities of that freighter."[/quote]
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Yanim was disgusted at the news. Gulping down cups of coffee after a short nap, she summarized the sanitized version of events as told by the SS, eliciting sneers from Rask and Virin. Not only had the Collective invented a fake Colonel to take the blame, but they had neglected to mention the Colonel's suicide- instead framing the whole plan as a selfless attempt to save the blackjacket grunts. And how convenient was it that the cameras ceased to record just as Lion and Dwan approached the bomb?
"You know why they didn't just pin it on Vorokar, right?" Rask said with a mean spirit. "Everything he said about anti-piracy doctrine was shit. The Colonel did things by the book; I guarantee that if he did what he was ordered to do, they'd have promoted him to general posthumously by now. Inside the agency they're probably calling him some big hero."
(okayyyy, soooooooooooooo?)
Iska was affixing the turret into its correct position when Pippin arrived.
She finished what she was doing and vaulted down to the floor.
"Iska want you to activate the bots for small repairs in the tunnels. When you finish, come to armory"
Iska left to go to the armory.
"Right, I'm on it" Pippin nodded and tapped at his wrist computer (what would that be called?)
[IMG]http://img.gawkerassets.com/img/17lbnivnhc9g5jpg/ku-xlarge.jpg[/IMG]
[You can make it up.]
[I'll just assume that everyone called upon is at the armory by now, let's just say that some hours have gone by.]
Lion nodded as he saw that everyone were assembled and ready, aside from Kira who was onboard her own ship.
"Good, you're all here."
He rose up from his desk and walked to the center of the armory room. "I have received all of your reports, we're not in optimal condition but it's as good as it'll ever be. Approximately one hour ago a hidden channel came online, revealing what I can only assume to be Mr. Saw's current location."
Lion paused and looked around. "I'm guessing that he's calling us home. In any case, we're going to jump in a few minutes. We don't know what's going to be there when we arrive aside from one thing: we're not going to be alone."
"We have eachother, Kira and her crew alongside some friends of Varn. Let's just hope it's enough."
Lion then turned around and walked up to a armored locker which opened up quietly.
"During these past hours I've finished some miscellanous projects meant for each of you, let's begin."
Lion then picked up what would appear to be a small metal circle painted in Boome Marine colors with a handle on one of the sides.
As Lion clicked a button on the top of the handle a large orange-colored shield deployed, effectively covering most of Lion.
"Varn, for you I have the LWA Centurion. Originally this was going to go with the KUAS but I put the idea on hold as it limits its operators' mobility. Painted in colors familiar to you, the Centurion was altered to work alongside the Boombox. The shield can be deployed into three different sizes."
Lion folded up the shield and handed it over to Varn. He then turned to Iska as he brought out a box full of a singular mean-looking rifle.
"Iska, meet the LWA Volgrim. This was going to be a sort of goodbye gift should you have returned to your clan on Rigel earlier.
It's a full-auto assault rifle with secondary modes for burstfire and semi-auto. Like the Iska, the forward grip features a integrated Khergian energy blade.
The scope has up to twelve times magnification and it uses a experimental auto-recharging battery for delivering powerful plasma shots capable of piercing even the thickest of screechers."
He handed over one of the many rifles to Iska. "The stock holds the powercell and a vent, theoretically you can continue fire the wepaon as long as you keep it cooled. The vent has a socket where you can place either some ice or snow to boost that effect. All weapon pieces are modular and it is easily cleaned. There's also three copies of the schematics in the crate."
Lion then turned to Pippin.
"Pippin, for you I don't have a weapon. Instead, I bring you something to help you wherever you are."
With a click a small hatch opened up in the locker, revealing a slim yet impressive exoskeleton.
"Easily equipped and highly durable, the LWA Champion gives you the strength of a hundred men, speed unmatched by the fastest of animals alongside enough compact storage space to make you feel oike you never want to take it off ever again. While the design is more civilian rather than military, you can still fling most people accross the horizon should they be dumb enough to mess with you.
The exoskeleton itself features several integrated energy shields for protecting you in hazardous conditions alongside a pod of healing nanites. Use it well."
Moving on, Lion picked up a pair of what would appear to be compact railguns. He turned to Viper.
"Viper, these are the LWA Solari. Powerful railguns capable of being mounted to your exoskeleton, these weapons uses some slightly different shots.
Extreme velocity and high density allows these guns to pierce almost any armor, while different chemical structures of the projectiles causes massive explosions.
Fire one gun and you will pierce your target or targets, fire both guns at the same target and the shots will trigger a deadly chemical reaction resulting in a explosion. May your aim be true."
Lion's gaze then turned to Sledge. He brought out a small knife with a black sheat. "Sledge, you already have the strength of a hundred men. Now, you have the ability to fight as two men - this is the LWA Feather, a lightweight and durable plasma knife with a twist; the grip can be removed, activating a small chip within that will automatically link with your neural profile and yours alone, allowing you to take control of the blade with your mind.
By default, the blade will protect you from all incoming threats as it utilizes its tiny thrusters to propel itself through the air. It will also protect Hercules. Be careful though, it will follow every command you issue."
After handing over the knife, Lion turned to Dwan.
"Finally I have something for you Dwan..." He brought out a tiny pistol the size of maybe half a human hand.
"The LWA Second Horseman might not look impressive, but it can infact blow up a single platoon with one well-aimed shot.
Using vaccum energy, the Second Horseman will gather alot of energy in a moment's notice before unleashing it in a powerful shot. There's a heavy recoil though, so be careful not to one-hand it."
Lion handed over the weapon before he closed up the locker and returned to his desk.
"Hey Lion, I was pretty rushed the first time i got a pistol, mind if I get a new one?"
Having been given the gun from Lion, Dwan closely inspected the small LWA Second Horseman. Something so powerful in something so tiny is amazing. A weapon truly worthy to bare the name of the Horseman of War.
"This is fantastic. Thank you.", Dwan said, as he pocketed the gun.
Varn observed the circle Lion gave to him. He tested the different sizes of the shield and liked what he saw.
"Good job Lion. This will come in real handy."
"Vak?" Gataska dropped the tablet she had been idly tapping on during Yanim's recruitment pitch. The two had met in the food court of a trade station in orbit near Ipyk. "[I understand not trusting the humans, but... How can you build up a whole crew in less than a week with nothing but threats and money?]"
"[Actually, it's only been about a day-]" Yanim replied before being cut off.
"[And it sounds like you all hate each other!]"
"[Not all at the same time. We have our reservations, but we're all skilled in someway, and the Belladonna is armed to the teeth. It's a better lot than we'd find elsewhere, especially since most of us are wanted now. We need a doctor, though. You said you would join us during our communique earlier; I fail to see what's so revelatory that's giving you second thoughts.]"
"[You told me you had a job for me [I]on a freighter ship.[/I] You lied. This is trouble, Yanim. I mean, this is real trouble! I don't fly with any damned pirates-]"
"[We're not pirates,]" Yanim snapped, "[we're freelancers without an allegiance. I know the mere concept of personal freedom doesn't quite click with a Collectivist education-]"
"[Collectivist?]" Now it was Gataska's turn to be offended. "[I've been an offworlder for years longer than you, you Sidikan [I]bootlicker![/I]]" Yanim reeled at the clan-based insult.
"Stakat? [Bootlicker!? That's an old one, and precious coming from a nuke-worshipping Vor'Pangn [I]backstabber![/I]]" The two kanads sprung to their feet, Yanim whipping the table about of the way with her tail, spilling their lunches all over the floor.
Across the room, Rask, Virin, and Neasha sat at their own table. "I swear to the gods," Neasha grumbled, "this can't keep happening everywhere we go."
"Keh, if she ends up killing that bitch I say we just leave," Rask said with a grin, enjoying the show.
"We can't leave without Yanim, she put a virus on the-"
"No," Rask interrupted. "I meant Yanim. [I]That bitch.[/I]"
"Oh." Neasha suddenly chuckled after a moment. Virin quietly stood up, carefully adjusted his new cap, and walked calmly over to the scene which had now captured the attention of everyone in the room, still carrying the small tray of nachos he had ordered. The fight hadn't yet progressed beyond the shoving and name-calling stage, and so [url=http://media.giphy.com/media/QZr4oTFZF9XDW/giphy.gif]it was easy to cut off.[/url]
"Come on now, this is some stupid shit. Yanim, we don't want to have to chaperone you everywhere to make sure you don't flip out the first person who looks at you funny." Yanim was about to defend herself when Virin suddenly turned to Gat. "And you- if you don't want the job you can just walk away. We can find a doctor anywhere, but Yanim tells me this was supposed to be some kind of favor..."
As Virin continued, Gataska became lost in his eyes. She had never seen anyone so handsome in her life; Arkadam was a troll compared to this stallion. She couldn't care less that none of what he was saying made sense, given that it was all in a language she didn't understand. She was just... happy to be around him. When he was finished, and Yanim had explained that Gat didn't understand any of it, he became flush with embarrassment.
"[I'm sorry,]" Gataska said in the sweetest tone she could manage. "[What's your name?]" Virin blushed and sneered uncomfortably.
"Oh... fuck this," Yanim growled, storming off back to the ship.
---
"[Comfortable?]" Yanim asked Gat, bitterly. Gat nodded with a snicker as she slid back in her seat on the bridge. "[Good. Fantastic. [I]I'm overjoyed.[/I] Now what were you saying about Mercenaries earlier?]"
"[Oh! Right- while I was waiting for you back at the cafeteria, I overheard some Boome Marines talking about a job they were getting called in to do. It sounded big- really big.]"
"[Where at?]"
"[I don't know, one of them mentioned getting coordinates on his tablet.]"
"[That must be their ship,]" Rask interrupted. He was pointing toward a troop transport ship painted with accents in the organization's distinctive color scheme, just undocking from the station. "[Looks like an Orca. Those human shit-piles are easy to track; they leave wake-distortion behind when they jump. Are you thinking we should cut in on their operation?]"
"[We should at least see what they're up to, shouldn't we?]" Yanim asked.
"Aye-aye, cap'n," Gataska replied using one of the only English phrases she knew. Yanim was surprised because the question wasn't rhetorical, she actually wanted the crew's opinion.
"[There's no captain here,]" Yanim said, slightly flattered. "[We're, uh... We're a commonwealth, I think.]"
---
As the Boome Marines' ship thundered into the inky darkness of space, the crew of the Belladonna followed suit thanks to Rask's rough interpretation of the distortion field it left behind. They were:
Yanim Sidikan: engineer, equipped with LWA Knight body armor, YSV-82 marksman's rifle, VRI-74 pistol with GKVR spec, YS-X neural implant with "Demon's Tail" modification, Valkyrie airmobile package, and a tattered and bloodstained scarf.
Rask Vor'Pangn: weapons technician, equipped with a disheveled GKVR uniform (sans cap, boots, insignia removed), OBV rifle, VRI-74 pistol, plastic explosives, and an AP-80mm mortar launcher in back pack.
Virin Rozel: enforcer, equipped with HarkArk "Doberman" light body armor over civilian-market grey fatigues, OBV rifle, VIR-74 pistol, and kanad-make OB-spec officer's plasma saber with aftermarket modification slung from hip.
Neasha Kyral: pilot, equipped with civilian clothing, knife of unknown manufacturer tucked into boot, and mug of instant cocoa prepared in coffee-maker and perched dangerously on ship's dashboard.
and
Gataska Vor'Pangn: medic, equipped with civilian clothing, VRI pistol (untrained), first aid kid and field surgery tools in messenger-style back, and one "secondhand" ValueStar robotic right arm (slightly janky).
"Alright. Let's do this," Neasha said as she threw the throttle open and took the ship to warp.
[Keep in mind that the BM received coordinates close to TC but not directly at it. Also, why would they flash classified intel at a public place (alongside the fact that only Seth and his elites have the coordinates in the first place)?
Unless you talked to Killer that is. Sorry for the unneccessary nitpicking. :v:]
Lion nodded towards Pippin. "Of course, I'll whip something up."
Iska nodded to Lion with a satisfied smile when she recieved the Volgrim.
She took the weapon with her and grabbed the manuals.
Before leaving the armory she went back to Lion "Iska guess you captain now, yes? Maybe can drop off Bubal before last mission?" she asked.
[Here, let me fix that little plothole]
[I]On board the "Fang" [/I]
Seth was busy with planning the assault and drinking coffee. He had send send a message to Karzin, to join in this assault. If they did take down the Crimson son, he would love to rub his face in it. One of the Wolfpack walked up to him.
"Sir, Karzin reported that he and his men are on their way. 15 in total."
"Ah good. Maybe that careless dolt will be of some use now. When will they link up with us?" He started siping his coffee.
"It's an Orka class ship sir so..." He was interrupted by Seth spitting his coffee
"WHAT? An Orka? He's actually using that hunk of junk? Were trying to maintain an image here and the fucking jackass is flying around with a jalopy that has a heat signature strong enough to feel from 3 planets away!"
Two other Boome's were looking at the scene unfold.
"What's his problem?"
"He's been trying to modernize our image for the past year so we will look good to potential contractors. Says that image is everything. That's why were flying with a "Kraken" troop transport."
"Really?"
"He's that vain. If you even look slightly outdated, he's likely to shoot you out the airlock."
"That's our Seth I guess." They both ducked for cover when the porcelain cup went flying in their direction.
"You two chucklefucks are having a laugh over there? Janitor duty! For the both of you!" He looked at the man stationed on communications "Tell that idiot, that once he's linked up with us, he better put that scrapheap on auto-pilot and send it crashing against a target."
((Shit guys, sorry about that. I was running out of time before my last class of the day so I intended to bridge the scene over two posts. Once I get home I'll contact killerabv over steam. My intent was to follow the mercs to a rendezvous point where the grunts are being called into formation. Be back soon to get it sorted, again sorry.
Edit- looks like I missed him. I'll wait to get in contact with people before doing anything else in the RP so that I don't do anything stupid.))
Viper nodded to Lion after reliving it's new weapons from it's captain, very high quality as usual from Lion. Viper looked over the gear for moment before walking over to Lion before handing him a data pad with the Sanghvi's report.
"Thank you Lion, here's the report you wanted." Viper said as it put down the pad upon his desk.
[QUOTE] From- Viper Solari
To- Leon Eastlindht
Security Level - 7
Most of the available information is fairly little for Me to go on but I was able to make out several important details, the team that had attacked them recently and the force on Gadon. The team was on an completely different level, they were highly trained experts and we're equipmented with extremely advanced gear. The most interesting of which was their personal shielding system, it's seems to be much effective than the personal shield system that the assassins used during their attack that suffered the flaws like most plasma and electrical based systems as both systems have too many flaws and defects that have laid their overall disuse in the battlefield, proven too impractical for field use with even the most best and well executed examples are still often disregarded in favor of improved or reinforced physical armor such as nano material or hardened titanium.
However, the team's shield system was far above those past systems. It proved to be highly effective against even the full brunt of the Talon fighter and rendered all of the crew attempts to fight back futile, the available footage and scans I have recorded during the battle but these combined were unable to detect the energy method used, it's strangely alien in nature from I was able to get from the readings. A well educated guess is that it may have something to do with their research into the Oracle and other Kauzen technology that allowed them to discover this particular shield method, onboard Researcher Nycho Shayus may be able to help us decipher this secret with her knowledge into the Kauzens.
The team seem to exhibit very little to no visible mechanical augmentations expect for one unlike the assassins who mutilated most of their body to achieve their goal of unraveled perfection in their art of coordinated execution. The three assassins I fought seemed to overall identical in load out while this particular squad had each of their members equipped with an unique set of tools and proved to be well trained in their functions while also carrying an much more advanced cloaking system then the rather simple disposable cloaks that the Crimson Son troopers and assassins used previously, even using the onboard sensors remotely during the battle, I was unable to detect their signatures, fortunately only this unit seems to be in possession of this ability, for now anyways.
Since this team that was beyond that of the average grunt and was unable to find anything but their aftereffects within the HarkArk's databases, I will be giving these individuals codenames to help identification on the battlefield.
The leader appeals to be the most simplest with his choice of weapon being an extremely powerful sword that allowed it to cut through the thick plating of the Jaegermeister tank with relative ease. He also seems to have his strength enhanced to an frightening level as a single punch from his fist was able to break multiple bones in the late Jeremy's body, negating the knight armor's protective plates on his abdomen along with a unbelievable level of reflexes and agility, combined with this unit's unique form of cloaking makes this individual extremely dangerous and it's prime target will most assuredly be yourself, captain Eastlindht so be on guard when we encounter them again.
Designated: Conquest.
Other members of this elite Crimson Son kill team are much more extiotc, this one carries an chemical thrower mounted onto the back of his power armor to close any route of escape from it's target, forcing the victim to engage him in close range where it can make the best use of it's massive size and heavy armor as it's chemical thrower unleashes waves of toxic and corrosive acid melts through nanoplates like wax to the fire, even the reinforced armor plating of the Jaegermeister falls to fully stand up this powerful mixture of chemical disintegration.
Designated: Pestilence.
Another seems to carries an highly stabilized pair of feet mounted boosters that were able to reach the altitude of most low altitude fighters such as yours during the battle along with pair of high powered hand held automatic weapons, it's ability to fly through the air effortlessly is extraordinary but being able to withstand the high amount of g-forces is impossible for an suspected soft-carbon without anti gravity cockpit to protect itself. The mysterious shield system is most likely involved as well as the strange signature the talon detected at the same moment when it penetrate your outer hull and inserted a thermal detonator into the Ranger engines. Again this shield system seems to most dangerous weapon this team's holds.
Designated: War
The other main close quarters specialist is much more extiotc in his tools of trade, still carrying an high powered thermal whip that, while was able to prematurely end Tussor's life, is still rather inefficient and itself lacks overall physical power of it's counterparts but seems to control and carry something much larger and stronger then any member of the team, An large and unknown monstrous beast that is able to topple heavy battle tanks in it's calculated strength as it's blood lust and teeth are larger than that of it's brain but more then makes up for this alone it's gigantic mass and seems to be transported within an portable sphere that it's master carries.
Designated: Famine
The last melee expert specialist appeals to very similar to the cybernetic assassin encountered on Gadon and it's arm seems to have been replaced with an hook like claw that is able to rip through armor and flesh with ease as he evades and cloaks back to the shadows to strike again, his brutality was displayed as he pulled off the head of recently decapitated Zarbon in a rather cruel method of demoralizing the crew during the battle.
Designated: Death
-Viper Solari[/QUOTE]
"Thank you Viper." Lion obeserved the datapad before looking up at everyone still in the armory. "Dismissed."
Lion then opened up a channel to Sheila. "Preapre to jump to the designated coordinates."
Dwan nodded and left for the bar. Arriving behind the counter, he pulled out the small pistol and put it next to the rest of his arsenal. As he thought about the current situation, he decided to put something fitting on the bar's speakers. He put on a looped version of [URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDabHVFGTs0"]21st Century Schizoid Man[/URL]. Then, he thought about the fact that his hammer was still with Sledge. As he was thinking about sending a message to Sledge asking for it, he decided not to. Finally, he thought about what to do with the shortage of alcoholic drinks. Bringing drinks from elsewhere would be suspicious, so he decides to wait until they arrive at Termina.
He opens up the passage into his secret quarters and enters, closing the passage as he entered. He decides to take a nap, thinking it might do him some good.
[So are we dropping off Bubal or not?]
(can I get something like the p2011 from titanfall without the flashlight/laser sight attachment)
[In case you didn't notice the past 107 pages we have been pulling weapons/organizations/races from one popular franchises after the other. So yes. You can. Just write it in.]
[Shiet, forgot about Bubal. Lion could drop him off quick with Roughrider. As for Pippin's pistol, Lion will make it shortly.]
[right-o]
The air in Iskas cabin was quite hot and heavy after the khergian wrestle.
She put on her pants and boots and stood up, lighting a cigarette. Bubal was also getting dressed.
"[ah, my dear Bubal. you're just as good as I remember]" she remarked with a sly grin.
Bubal let out a chuckle as he was putting on his shirt, "[that's nice to hear, All the other lads say you're hard to please]"
Iska threw his jacket straight into his face, herself letting out a hearty laugh.
"[You work hard and party harder]" she said ["anyways, I arranged for the captain to drop you off before we go on the final mission]". Bubals mood darkened a bit, which she noticed. ["Don't worry Bubby, I'll make it"] she told him whilst putting her hand on his shoulder. Bubal was actually taller than her, something she very much appreciated since being in a crew where she was the tallest.
Bubal gripped Iskas shoulders and gave her a kiss. ["I'll take care of the workshop and Nyck while you are gone. Promise you'll survive."].
Iska looked into his worried eyes and replied with a smile, ["of course I promise, if you promise not to worry."]. Bubal accepted this reply with a similar smile.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Iska opened and found Lion outside, his sensors making all kinds of inspections. Iska gritted her teeth not to laugh "Captain never seen woman before?" she asked with a taunting tone. Lion let out a sigh, "I just wasn't ready for it this time" he replied. "Put a top on and tell Bubal to go down to the Roughrider." Lion continued. Iska went in to put on her tanktop and gave Bubal the instructions. As Bubal was walking down the dormitory corridor he looked back at Iska who was standing with Lion in the doorway. Iska made a kissing motion towards him. Bubal chuckled and shook his head as he continued down to the hangar.
"You two are pretty close". Iska had lost her train of thought when Lion spoke up. "Are you sure you're not gonna be distracted in the coming battle?"
Iska looked down to Lion with her trademark grin "When Yanim gone, Bubal is new motivation to survive battle" she explained.
"Understood", Lion replied. Iska made a human salute to her new captain as he went on his way.
To pass the time, she decided to have a final drink on this ship. Iska headed to the bar.
[I'd like to show off something I've been working on. I'm currently working on a novelization of Spaceship Crew RP! The [URL="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1HLr1Fuy4sEFHM7wXOXjJrxhB9MKEWoXPfuRWJZDjxig/edit"]Pirate Arc[/URL] is currently done, while the [URL="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1IWmgNAd4jRnykwNSlA9kdNXch6hPc6misz6oXXEuE-c/edit?pli=1"]Bug Hunt Arc[/URL] is still being worked on. I'm currently on page 20 so far in terms of the RP. I have done plenty of editing to the texts to make it feel consistent, but 98% of it is still as it originally was. For those who know about my work on the [URL="http://facepunchrp.wikia.com/wiki/Facepunch_RP_Wiki"]Facepunch RP Wikia[/URL] I made for the [URL="http://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1455787"]FPRP Group[/URL], you know how I want to archive those RPs and have select RPs shareable outside of Facepunch, as threads within Fast Threads can only be accessed with an account. So, this is right up my alley. While I'm currently only doing a direct adaptation of what happened within the thread, I do have a few ideas of adding some filler during the days we skipped. Anyway, tell me what you guys think of what I've done so far.]
Lion sat down in the pilot seat and strapped himself in. As he began flipping some switches he motioned for Bubal to sit in the co-pilot seat. "Strap in, this is going to be fast ride."
Bubal nodded and sat down, strapping in almost immeadiately.
As the engines started roaring, he opened up a comms channel to Viper. "Viper, I'm heading to Rigel real quick. I'll be dropping off Bubal. You're in charge untill I get back, notify me when you've reached TC. Lion out."
He glanced quickly to make sure that the box full of LWA Volgrims were still secured inside the rear compartment. "Looks like we're good to go."
The ramp closed up and the ship began hovering above the hangar floor, slowly rotating towards one of the hangar entrances.
"Archius, this is Roughrider, preparing for take-off. Mission estimate three hours, will be back for dinner. Over and out."
With a bang the ship flew out of the hangar and into the deep void of space. A few seconds later they jumped towards Rigel.
As Dwan slept, he started to dream of events that had happened a few years prior, in the form of flashbacks.
[QUOTE]Dwan woke up, jittery and weak. He moved his head slowly as he looked around himself. Rubble. Debris. Ruins. As Dwan slowly got himself to his feet, he began hearing the many things around him. The movement of debris. People yelling if there were any survivors. People walking on the debris. The corrupted sounds of a stereo, playing "Shine On You Crazy Diamond". As Dwan walked forward, he began hearing something. A weak cry of help, coming from underneath the debris. Dwan rushed over, recognizing the voice. As he moved the debris, what he saw shocked him.
It was Dey, covering his girlfriend's body with his own. The cries of help came from his still conscious girlfriend, who has suffered a broken leg. Dey took the full brunt of the debris to keep her safe. Dwan looked at the two for a few seconds, before he reacted and helped them up. Dragging Dey over one shoulder and helping Dey's girlfriend walk with the other, the three managed to drag themselves out of the debris they were in and to the city workers that were looking for survivors. The three were immediately taken to an ambulance and driven to a nearby hospital.
The three were checked up at the hospital. Dwan suffered a large amount of contusions over his body, but made it out relatively OK. Dey's girlfriend, named Jen, suffered a broken leg and tons of contusions on the lower half of her body, but she would make it out. Dey, however, suffered the worst. Most of his body had been damaged, with the biggest issue being the large amount of intracranial injuries he had received. The three were moved to a hospital room, where Dwan and Jen found out what had happened. A large terrorist strike had occurred in the working area of the city, as many extremists blew themselves up at the base of each building, while a few helicopters were stolen and were forced into crashing into a select amount of buildings. 80% of the city's working sector was gone now. Early reports said that at least almost half a thousand people died, but later reports brought the numbers up to five thousand. While the event had caused a large amount of damage to everyone involved, Dwan was affected the most. "If I had known, I could've saved Dey. Jen. Dey's family. Our friends. Maybe even the whole building!", Dwan thought to himself, as he blamed himself for allowing this to happen.
In the following weeks, Dwan and Jen would be both released from the hospital, having healed. But they stayed to watch Dey recover. They attempted their best to help Dey recover abilities such as talking. His first spoken words were lyrics from "Shine On You Crazy Diamond". Many of Dey's acquaintances made fun of the now incapable man, as his nickname slowly changed from Dey to Crazy Diamonds. Only Dwan and Jen kept calling him Dey. 4 months later, as the two watched Dey's health weaken, Dwan finally collapsed. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't watch as the only person who cared about him despite knowing his secret slowly rot away.
Dwan cried, as he slammed his head onto Dey's bed, before rushing out of the room. Jen called out to Dwan, asking him not to go. But Dwan didn't hear her. He ran out of the hospital and into a dark alley way, where he opened a portal. He jumped into it and left that universe, never to return. Everything went black. Dwan didn't know what he was doing. Going into various universes, committing mass burglary. By the time he finally got himself out of the dark hole he was in, he had become wanted in 2 universes and 4 planets in separate universes for mass burglary.
The entire experience had changed Dwan. In the way he does things, in the way he acts and in the way he interacts with people. The memories were eating him from the inside. Everything went black.[/QUOTE]
Dwan woke up, violently flinging himself to a sitting position. Sweating, he puts his hands to his face. Unable to keep the tears back, he began sobbing. "[I have only myself to blame for this. I-I need to talk to someone...]", Dwan said to himself, in Enochian, one of his native languages.
Grabbing his sheets, he wiped his tears and realized that he had slept for long enough. He tried his best to calm himself down and sneak out of his quarters and back behind the bar counter. He managed to do it quick enough, as he saw Iska enter. He tried his best to keep a cool profile, as he definitely didn't need anyone asking if he was distressed.
Varn remained in the armory after everyone left. He was busy with integrating the Centurion into his armor. By moving around some of the armor plates, he managed to permanently place it around the wrist. He also had to move some other bits around, but after that, he was able to order Gabriel to activate the 3 sizes.
The fist size made the shield large enough to cover his lower arm. This seemed to work the best with the Boombox, it could also theoretically be used bash his opponent. The second was significantly larger and could cover the upper half of his body. Varn already had ideas to combining this size with the blade in his other arm. The final size was riot-shield sized. A bit limiting, but it would allow him to get close to the nearest Crimson son. For some reason he really wanted to get his hands on that acid-spitting bastard. Just thinking about him made his blood boil.
He shook his head to snap out of it. There was still time until they got to Termina Central. The best place to spend it would probably be the bar. Varn gave the rest of the enforcers their patrols and went to the bar.
Dwan started cleaning the remaining glasses fiercely, in order to avoid eye contact with people. He then noticed Varn enter the bar. "Hey you guys, whatcha' need?", Dwan asked Iska and Varn, with a little jitter in his voice.
Iska was in a exceptionally good mood. She fished out a cigarette, lit it and sat down, leaning on the bar with her back facing Dwan. She simply raised her hand with two fingers. The usual.
"I'm not in the mood for forgetting things so, I'll just have a beer." Varn said as he was sitting down.
Dwan raised his hands in front of the cabinets behind him. "We barely got anything alcoholic. The SS drank most of it. In terms of price, I've only got a few cheap beers left and the alcoholic exotic drinks that cost a plenty. Non-alcoholic drinks were barely touched, so we got plenty of those, both regular and exotic.", he told the two.
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