Roleplay

1118

February 06, 2017 15:26:00

@Tyre

Recourses/Docs:

...Transmission Start…

“I got a hit. 5 million units. Here on Omega Station, Human/Male/Cyborg, sending the info to both your com-links. Just a warning this is official documents, the Human Military Alliance, United Nations Space Command, etcetera.. ”

“I got it, but I’m not going in.”

Translator: “I just ordered a drink!”

“5 million units Dualis, look at the info. Pretty much harmless, though they want him alive and back at Earth. Fine Jin, you stay.”

Translator: “You're buying once this is done.”

...Transmission End…

Omega station:
Built-in the mined-out husk of a metallic asteroid, Omega has been a haven for criminals, terrorists, and malcontents for decades. At times the station has lain idle and abandoned for years, only to be reactivated by a new group of outlaws seeking a fresh start. The space station's original elegant design has given way to haphazard expansion by scrabbling factions of every species. There is no central government or unifying authority on Omega, and nobody can recall a time there ever was one.

Population: 7.8 million
Orbital Distance: 3.27 AU
Orbital Period: 4.6 Earth Years
Total Length: 44.7 Km
Local: Sol, Asteroid Belt

In the Year of 2307, Humans have just tapped into space exploration. Aliens had already settled amongst Sol as humans explore the Galaxy. So far tensions are high between humans and other races. Earth has become a dying planet, overpopulation, as well as a corrupt government, have turned the cities into crime-filled slums. This among the sudden burst of technical expansion made other races as well as the Galactic Council question humanity.

First contact with alien life was the year 2032 Johannesburg. A UFO the size of the city parked and hovered over the city for over 20 years. Humanity now had to be caretakers of the alien species they nicknamed Prawns, this knowledge of alien life outside Sol set in motion research to find more evidence of life.

Testing warm waters in 2050 was the year Humans really started to get excited, test the limits. Alien life not only had been discovered but planted themselves on earth. This was the age of knowledge, research starts, and preparation for when the time came to contact other races.

The Golden age was around 2120, this was the peak of curiosity of humanity as well as a glory full time. Engineering marvels such as the White City, a monument to humanity, and its evolution. As is stood to govern the planet and all alien exploration. Under, cities are built with sky-high towers that stretch continents over, reaching for the ever closer sky. These cities were built with the height of technology, billboards stretching stories tall, and neon lights gave the cities the nicknames Neo Tokyo. Hover vehicles rule the air as crowds flooded the streets to experience trade and cuisine.

Downfall in 2140. The difference between the white city and the Neo Tokyo was starting to shine through. In a quick time, the cities became flooded as humans overran the earth, and overpopulation became a serious threat.

Corruption and Crime became the norm in 2200. The rampant growth of humans, as well as alien life, became too much to bear. Crime, prostitution, drugs, and overcrowding. While The White City with its government and military had become corrupt and obsessed, taking power over the planet as well as explore the Galaxy, declaring their place in it.

A New Hope shun in 2230, as a scientist by the call name Dr.V built what he called The Gate. This lead to an opening of a floodgate for human interstellar colonization. Now humans had the opportunity to explore the galaxy. Galactic alliances, as well as the Galactic Council, started paying attention and grew warier of humanity both as explorers and as a threat.

Upon a roof, sniper aimed down sights, loaded with non-lethal rounds designed to paralyze organic, the dose was just enough to last an hour. The next bullet loaded was charged with a small EMP round designed to shut down robotics, the effect of these as well only lasted for an hour. The man behind was patient, waited for his teammates to locate and herd the target into his sight. This was not the first time these bounty hunters had done something like this.

Illegal bounty hunters like these took anything they could get their hands on, usually taking shadier targets off from the open web or locally trusted sources. This, however, was official business, high value, and guaranteed safety upon delivery, even if the captures were criminals themselves. However, the jobs were usually of high risk. Official targets usually had both illegal and legal hunting them, making competition fierce. Other gangs, mercenary groups, syndicates, bounty hunters, and official governments were only a few of the grabbers of these offers.

Around the corner, a simple droid sat in an ordinary hovercraft. Nothing special, if anything it was ordinary. Construction droids such as this was a class five, droids programmed for menial tasks. Models of fifth-degree droids included construction units and articulated holographic color separators. However could be reprogrammed to become Public Service and Security Droids, which this individual most likely had been.

Outside a small nightclub, tiny compared to those further inn on the asteroid and back on earth a rare and seldom seen alien species stood, accompanied by two girls, one alien the other human. Its four arms wrapped around them as it continued to flirt around with them. A low mutter escaped as its eyes scanned the crowd that passed “Sha drass dress”/Come out already. She could wait, until any of their set up cameras or scanners set off and being discovered was highly unlikely as the three teammates blended into their environment. All that their target had to do was walk into the street.

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”

Cry•tus
|| Lore || wip

Last edited on May 14, 2020 02:28:15 by Crytus

@Crytus The labyrinthine steel streets of the Omega space station were crowded with a multi species throng of people all bustling about below a buzzing neon canopy. People of every race and species bumped elbows and shoulders here. Miners, pirates, bounty hunters, thieves, traders, space truckers, prostitutes, droids, synths, aliens and androids all walked these streets though few called Omega station home. [img]http://www.jamescamerononline.com/avatminiu2.png[/img] A human wearing a brown and black armored space suit of a variety favored by asteroid miners and deep space exploration teams ducked out of a busy street and down a narrow back alley. When he was out of sight of the people on the street Red stopped and after a quick glance around crouched down behind an abandoned air car with his back to the alley wall. Reaching awkwardly over his shoulder he pulled off his backpack. The simple green canvas pack had UNSC patches on some of it's many pockets and nothing in it that couldn't survive exposure to hard vacuum. With a hiss of oxygen Red took his helmet off revealing a face lined with the symmetrical scars of surgery and lit by the glow of his eyes. In the darkness of the alley the yellow gold glowing light of his irises was very bright, like the eyes of a droid. The light of his eyes shone down as he reached into his open backpack to pull out some food. With little enthusiasm he opened the packaging on his ration bar and started eating. While Red ate he 'opened his ears' to the local radio chatter around him. Activating his cerebral cybernetic suite he was able to detect all the electronic communications going on nearby. Omega was a loud and busy place, computers uploading and downloading everywhere, mobile communications devices in every pocket, cameras on nearly every corner, radios clipped to belts, droids and robots at every glance, all these things were his spies. From them all Red attained a steady stream of data noise that made a vivid picture downloaded straight to his brain. He listened closely, hearing phone calls, security reports, air traffic control, [i]seeing[/i] everything. It wasn't long before he heard a change in the signals approaching. Like a wave rolling by, a broadband alert sounded, lighting every screen he could see. He snarled at the immense loudness of it, reading it's message in one one thousandth of a second: [u][b] 'WANTED! HUMAN/MALE/CYBORG! 5 MILLION UNIT REWARD! WANTED ALIVE! DETAILS TO FOLLOW...'[/b][/u] He didn't wait for the details. Cursing whoever had the balls to put out a public bounty on him he shutdown his listening equipment and shut out the noise. [b]"Time to go."[/b] He packed up quickly and after putting his helmet back on to once more hide his face, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way out of the alley. Once he'd reached the street he shouldered his way back out into crowded throngs of people. He was heading toward the docks, if he couldn't hire his way onto a ship at short notice he'd have to steal one. What a wonderful day this was shaping up to be. Less than half an hour later he'd reached one of the less busy neighborhoods on the station. Near the space docks but away from the main thoroughfare the halls and streets here were more ramshackle. Idle construction sites, tiny shops and seedy pubs were about all this section of the station had to offer. As he walked down one of the garbage strewn paths he spotted a pair of station security guards patrolling down at the more active end of the block. Their hovering squad car was nearby, shining a spotlight into a shop. Feeling no need to make a scene, he casually turned into the nearest shop, which appeared to be selling snakes. Without stopping to peruse the wares he passed through the tiny place and out it's back door, stepping into another narrow alley. [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/0b/20/c5/0b20c5ccbaeaf473bbbe291bca5899f7.jpg[/img] This alley was quieter and kept him out of sight of the security patrol. Making up for dwindling time now that he was mainly out of view he jogged quickly to where the alley opened onto another street. He peered out of the alley at a surprisingly crowded road. Taking a moment he pulled back into the temporary safety of the darkened alley. For a few seconds he stared at nothing, checking his internal map which displayed itself in bright clear lines drawn across his field of vision. After making sure he was still going the right way he refocused on reality and left the alley. He crossed the street past an idling construction mech, taking a quick scan of the SPID-R class excavator as he went. [img]http://img14.deviantart.net/f89d/i/2015/148/0/4/construction_mechs_by_eddie_mendoza-d8v3wgd.jpg[/img] As he disappeared into the opposite alley he didn't see a figure dislodge itself from the crowd and start to follow. The Turian mercenary's specialized bounty scanning equipment had pinged and highlighted the human in the space suit as he crossed the street. A data readout display showed all the relevant info in a quick scroll of alien text across the merc's visor. Quickly moving to follow his new target the merc radioed his team to plan a convergence. [img]http://lh3.ggpht.com/_m82i0IvsXj4/TCEz869as9I/AAAAAAAACOc/ORkc-ijb3yw/s512/TurianMerc.jpg[/img] Just a handful of minutes later as Red rounded a corner he was suddenly tackled against a wall by a heavily armored Turian. The stations rusty steel plate wall bucked with the impact, showering them both with sparks. The Turian swing a shock baton at his human target in an attempt to stun him. Ducking under the blow from the mercenary's shock stick, Red threw a punch with his right hand. His fist hit the Turian in center of the chest like and industrial pile driver. The merc's heavy combat armor cracked in half from the force of the blow and fell away in shattered pieces. The Turian staggered away from him clutching his chest and falling to the ground. Taking his chance Red turned to run but saw the Turian merc's friends coming. Two Krogan merc's were approaching nonchalantly from one end of alley, and a Batarian and a Zabrak were coming from the other. They all had their guns trained on him. Instead of raising his hands in surrender, Red dropped to the ground, falling unconscious to the deck. With a laugh one of the Krogan hauled the fallen Turian to his feet chiding his team mate about getting his expensive armor crunched up by a sissy that faints in the presence of real fighters. The Batarian smirked at the fallen human [b][i]"Humans are weak."[/i][/b] The Zabrak who had perhaps a bit more sense than his teammates spoke up[i] [b]"Check that it's alive, we're wasting our time here if you just scared it to death."[/b][/i] The Batarian walked over to the prone man and reached down to take it's helmet off. Suddenly with a crash and the thunder of an air horn the SPID-R mech appeared from street behind them. The heavy construction mech bludgeoned its way into the narrow alley toward the group of surprised mercenaries. Sparks flew as steel scraped steel, squealing mettle and buckling bulkheads sounded the machines advance. Shrapnel flew from the station walls as the excavators arm swung around and reached toward them, tearing low hanging cables free in a shower of lighting as it came. The mercs fled the advancing machine, forgetting their bounty entirely. The machine gingerly stepped over the unconscious human before taking up the chase again. The rampaging construction mech followed the mercs, blasting it's air horn again and again. The routed mercs ran out of the alley and into the street. The mech crashed out of the alley only seconds behind them, raining bent steel plates and shattered neon into the concourse. The people in the crowded street panicked and scattered ahead of the danger. The SPID-R mech charged after the sprinting band of mercs like a rhino, knocking a droid controlled garbage truck over with one errant swing of it's shovel. Over the chaos the alarms sounded, signalling that station security was coming. In no time flat a hover squad car was on the scene, following above the out of control mech, the squad car's pilot shouting at machines absent driver to stop. All the mercs could do was run and shoot at machine over their shoulders. Their shots had no effect on the heavy mech and they nearly hit the squad car several times. Finally they found an escape rout, diving down a narrow ramp toward rapid transit station they managed to evade being crushed or run over by the huge excavator. Without hesitation the mech tried to follow the mercs down the ramp. There it failed, slipping and falling, crashing down onto entrance of the ramp. Fully blocking the rampway with its bulk the mech struggled to get up for a moment before it then shuts down. Powering down it fell limp. Crowds gathered as security converged on the location from blocks around on foot and in squad cars. With guns at the ready, they opened the mechs driver cab door shouting [b]"Freeze!"[/b] Only to find the control cab empty. Several blocks away from the commotion back in the alley, Red got up, shoving debris off of himself while shaking his head a little. That aught to be a good distraction for security for the time being. Unfortunately everyone in a 10 block radius will have heard the noise. Better scram. Going back the way he came to detour around the mess he'd made Red was back in the crowd and already mapping an alternate rout to the docks.

Tyre

1374

February 06, 2017 23:03:18

@Crytus

The labyrinthine steel streets of the Omega space station were crowded with a multi species throng of people all bustling about below a buzzing neon canopy. People of every race and species bumped elbows and shoulders here. Miners, pirates, bounty hunters, thieves, traders, space truckers, prostitutes, droids, synths, aliens and androids all walked these streets though few called Omega station home.

A human wearing a brown and black armored space suit of a variety favored by asteroid miners and deep space exploration teams ducked out of a busy street and down a narrow back alley. When he was out of sight of the people on the street Red stopped and after a quick glance around crouched down behind an abandoned air car with his back to the alley wall. Reaching awkwardly over his shoulder he pulled off his backpack. The simple green canvas pack had UNSC patches on some of it's many pockets and nothing in it that couldn't survive exposure to hard vacuum. With a hiss of oxygen Red took his helmet off revealing a face lined with the symmetrical scars of surgery and lit by the glow of his eyes.

In the darkness of the alley the yellow gold glowing light of his irises was very bright, like the eyes of a droid. The light of his eyes shone down as he reached into his open backpack to pull out some food. With little enthusiasm he opened the packaging on his ration bar and started eating.

While Red ate he 'opened his ears' to the local radio chatter around him. Activating his cerebral cybernetic suite he was able to detect all the electronic communications going on nearby. Omega was a loud and busy place, computers uploading and downloading everywhere, mobile communications devices in every pocket, cameras on nearly every corner, radios clipped to belts, droids and robots at every glance, all these things were his spies. From them all Red attained a steady stream of data noise that made a vivid picture downloaded straight to his brain. He listened closely, hearing phone calls, security reports, air traffic control, seeing everything.

It wasn't long before he heard a change in the signals approaching. Like a wave rolling by, a broadband alert sounded, lighting every screen he could see. He snarled at the immense loudness of it, reading it's message in one one thousandth of a second:

'WANTED! HUMAN/MALE/CYBORG! 5 MILLION UNIT REWARD! WANTED ALIVE! DETAILS TO FOLLOW...'

He didn't wait for the details. Cursing whoever had the balls to put out a public bounty on him he shutdown his listening equipment and shut out the noise. "Time to go." He packed up quickly and after putting his helmet back on to once more hide his face, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and made his way out of the alley. Once he'd reached the street he shouldered his way back out into crowded throngs of people. He was heading toward the docks, if he couldn't hire his way onto a ship at short notice he'd have to steal one. What a wonderful day this was shaping up to be.

Less than half an hour later he'd reached one of the less busy neighborhoods on the station. Near the space docks but away from the main thoroughfare the halls and streets here were more ramshackle. Idle construction sites, tiny shops and seedy pubs were about all this section of the station had to offer. As he walked down one of the garbage strewn paths he spotted a pair of station security guards patrolling down at the more active end of the block. Their hovering squad car was nearby, shining a spotlight into a shop. Feeling no need to make a scene, he casually turned into the nearest shop, which appeared to be selling snakes. Without stopping to peruse the wares he passed through the tiny place and out it's back door, stepping into another narrow alley.

This alley was quieter and kept him out of sight of the security patrol. Making up for dwindling time now that he was mainly out of view he jogged quickly to where the alley opened onto another street. He peered out of the alley at a surprisingly crowded road.

Taking a moment he pulled back into the temporary safety of the darkened alley. For a few seconds he stared at nothing, checking his internal map which displayed itself in bright clear lines drawn across his field of vision. After making sure he was still going the right way he refocused on reality and left the alley.

He crossed the street past an idling construction mech, taking a quick scan of the SPID-R class excavator as he went.

As he disappeared into the opposite alley he didn't see a figure dislodge itself from the crowd and start to follow.

The Turian mercenary's specialized bounty scanning equipment had pinged and highlighted the human in the space suit as he crossed the street. A data readout display showed all the relevant info in a quick scroll of alien text across the merc's visor. Quickly moving to follow his new target the merc radioed his team to plan a convergence.

Just a handful of minutes later as Red rounded a corner he was suddenly tackled against a wall by a heavily armored Turian. The stations rusty steel plate wall bucked with the impact, showering them both with sparks. The Turian swing a shock baton at his human target in an attempt to stun him. Ducking under the blow from the mercenary's shock stick, Red threw a punch with his right hand. His fist hit the Turian in center of the chest like and industrial pile driver. The merc's heavy combat armor cracked in half from the force of the blow and fell away in shattered pieces. The Turian staggered away from him clutching his chest and falling to the ground. Taking his chance Red turned to run but saw the Turian merc's friends coming.

Two Krogan merc's were approaching nonchalantly from one end of alley, and a Batarian and a Zabrak were coming from the other. They all had their guns trained on him. Instead of raising his hands in surrender, Red dropped to the ground, falling unconscious to the deck.

With a laugh one of the Krogan hauled the fallen Turian to his feet chiding his team mate about getting his expensive armor crunched up by a sissy that faints in the presence of real fighters. The Batarian smirked at the fallen human "Humans are weak." The Zabrak who had perhaps a bit more sense than his teammates spoke up "Check that it's alive, we're wasting our time here if you just scared it to death." The Batarian walked over to the prone man and reached down to take it's helmet off.

Suddenly with a crash and the thunder of an air horn the SPID-R mech appeared from street behind them. The heavy construction mech bludgeoned its way into the narrow alley toward the group of surprised mercenaries. Sparks flew as steel scraped steel, squealing mettle and buckling bulkheads sounded the machines advance. Shrapnel flew from the station walls as the excavators arm swung around and reached toward them, tearing low hanging cables free in a shower of lighting as it came. The mercs fled the advancing machine, forgetting their bounty entirely. The machine gingerly stepped over the unconscious human before taking up the chase again. The rampaging construction mech followed the mercs, blasting it's air horn again and again.

The routed mercs ran out of the alley and into the street. The mech crashed out of the alley only seconds behind them, raining bent steel plates and shattered neon into the concourse. The people in the crowded street panicked and scattered ahead of the danger. The SPID-R mech charged after the sprinting band of mercs like a rhino, knocking a droid controlled garbage truck over with one errant swing of it's shovel. Over the chaos the alarms sounded, signalling that station security was coming. In no time flat a hover squad car was on the scene, following above the out of control mech, the squad car's pilot shouting at machines absent driver to stop.

All the mercs could do was run and shoot at machine over their shoulders. Their shots had no effect on the heavy mech and they nearly hit the squad car several times. Finally they found an escape rout, diving down a narrow ramp toward rapid transit station they managed to evade being crushed or run over by the huge excavator. Without hesitation the mech tried to follow the mercs down the ramp. There it failed, slipping and falling, crashing down onto entrance of the ramp. Fully blocking the rampway with its bulk the mech struggled to get up for a moment before it then shuts down. Powering down it fell limp.

Crowds gathered as security converged on the location from blocks around on foot and in squad cars. With guns at the ready, they opened the mechs driver cab door shouting "Freeze!" Only to find the control cab empty.

Several blocks away from the commotion back in the alley, Red got up, shoving debris off of himself while shaking his head a little. That aught to be a good distraction for security for the time being. Unfortunately everyone in a 10 block radius will have heard the noise. Better scram. Going back the way he came to detour around the mess he'd made Red was back in the crowd and already mapping an alternate rout to the docks.

@Tyre [b]“Change of plan, Dualis check that disturbance, might be of interest. I will move away from the main street. Jin stays there until one of us calls for you. I have some visuals but they are unclear.”[/b] All that was returned by the new order was a grunt from the Eliksni and a buzz from the Droid. [b]“Take, yes? Return soon.”[/b] The large alien, held up two chips, each valued around 3 credits, enough to buy the bar around. Credits the galactic currency, worked anywhere, and without having to exchange. So inflated and so high in value that only one could buy food for a week. Without question the two women took their gifted pay and walked into the bar from once they came. [b]“See yah later darling”[/b] came as the last sight of them, disappearing into the pub like club. Caring for the two’s wellbeing The Fallen bounty hunter waited until the two were safely inside before starting the long walk down the street. The chaos that had been created further down didn't reach up to where she stood, but this was the main street there was always something. A vehicle crash, mercs doing their work, drunken brawls. The further down she came, closer to the rampant work machine the more she had to force her way forward. Despite her weight, strength and size didn't help to worm her way through the massive crowd. In the end, the panicked crowd became too much to fight against as she was swept backward and out to the side street. [img]http://i1372.photobucket.com/albums/ag339/lukahrgovic/5_zpsbmzy2n34.jpg[/img] Stopping just by a closed fast food joint, the red sign above the shop written in white ‘The White Dragon’. Forcing her way around the corner to the door that leads into the kitchen behind. Pulling out a lock cracker, she carefully placed it around the magnetic lock, and just under a minute she had snuck herself into the joint. Cramming her form into the tiny store was no easy task, though she didn't plan on staying long. Restaurants were the perfect place to sneak in an easy entry to the back allies. Finding the second door that lead into the storage and ultimately out the back alley, and away from the massive crowd. Out, rolling her shoulders. Finally elbow room. [b]“Mercenaries were seen by our cameras, close to your position. A little warning the next alley over is the cause of the disturbance. Just head down and you will meet them.”[/b] Just like the first message the sniper was meet with nothing but a grunt. Before she followed the advice of her teammate she took a second to stretch out and look around. The dimly lit delivery area full of garbage bags and unopened packages both on a shelf and under the table goods. [img]http://img10.deviantart.net/b893/i/2015/203/e/c/deus_ex___mankind_divided___back_alley_by_matlatart-d92dw4o.jpg[/img] Proceeding with caution, following a sound from up ahead. Taking no chances the Eliksni pulled out a small concealed shock pistol, taking out a launcher or anything else could cause unwanted attention and destruction. If the message was true, then anyone could be out here if it was an organized group or individuals didn't matter, dangerous nonetheless. [b]“You, I didn't think id see you again. Especially after Sali. What are you doing here in Sol?”[/b] Turning around a small corner only to find the small 5 men mercenary group. Shrugging to his comment, she put down her guard and pistol recognizing the Turrian and one of the Krogen. [b]“Vacation. Now bounty, you too?”[/b] [b]“Yeah, scared little puny human”[/b] the Krogan answered with a laugh. [b]“Yeah but he still got away! we had him until a rogue Spid-R went rampant and attacked us.”[/b] the Fallen raised her eyebrow towards the sharp mouthed Zabrak. The formalities quickly ended as both parties realized that the target was still out there. Giving out a chuckling growl before pulling out two of the four shock blades that hung from her belt. Priority gets the info they knew, second crippled them from the cache. One less group to worry about, one less problem… Getting up from his sniper post and retracted his sniper, he laid the massive beauty to rest on his back. Finding this spot he had grappled hooked his way up. Going back down the same way he came back, and once he touched the ground retracted the mechanical hook. Wearing his repurposed army helmet, he activated the stealth system of his design. The surface glowed for a second before tiny screens turned to create a realistic 3D face. This was of a human, mid 50’, grey beard and hair. As longs, as he didn't have to fight the device, it would hold up enough. [b]“Docks, Go!”[/b] Vokkats had gotten the message. Realizing Dualis had gotten herself into a fight it was up to him to chase down the target. [b]“Jin, get to the docs, in on my…”[/b] the signal was cut early. Guessing it was Jin who rudely shut off the link he continued his way to the docs. Knowing these streets like the back of his hand he set off jogging to the docs. Wouldn't take him long walking the smaller streets and away from the people... [b]“Fuc* you Dualis!”[/b] The Turrian spat towards the victorious Eliksni. Her eyes wrinkled as she grinned at his comment. Letting him go she winked her double eyes. Looking around at The mercenary group. One of the Krogan had been placed rather violently into a dumpster, it's containments overflowing making room for the large individual. The second had his head stuck in a concrete wall, probably from charging right into it. Not even the Eliksni could match the pure strength that Krogan had, few races could. Batarian and the Zabrak laid on top of another tired and clinging to their bruised bodies. Straightening herself up she took the time to brush off any debris that had fallen on her and especially on her cape she so probably wore. The crimson Red cloak draped from her neck, with the white symbol of her house contrasting to the red. Reaching the back of her neck she tuned it to activate the alpha translator chip. Translation: [b]“Well nice to see you again, hope we can do Sali again sometime and forget about today. But those 5 million units are mine.” [/b] With that she set off running towards the docs, leaving the mercs to roll around with their pain. Without notice or rather the ignorance of it, she had suffered a few injuries herself… [img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-74p_JkQhdXo/UBJj0UnOQ-I/AAAAAAAABZQ/r3EVSa2yh88/s1600/Sci+fi+Cargo+Bay+small.jpg[/img] Disobeying every order Jin had already found his way to the docs without a vehicle and before his comrades. The bulky four-armed machines had no issues walking around, as he blended in with other droids. His slow movements were a perfect disguise to give him enough time to scout the crowd for any familiar faces. Within a few minutes of walking around, he founds what he was looking for. Intercepting the man he played a simple droid [b]“Excuse us sir but this area is unsafe. Please keep calm. We apologize for the inconvenience”[/b] a smile appeared on the basic LED screen. Running out from two separate streets both the Eliksni and the Sniper emerged, both spotting the tall droid towering out over the crowd. The two immediately got into position. The sniper once again took his hook to gain an advantage and pulled out his sniper. The Eliksni walked calmly out into the crowd in case the droid couldn't handle the situation.

Crytus

1118

February 13, 2017 15:12:50

@Tyre

“Change of plan, Dualis check that disturbance, might be of interest. I will move away from the main street. Jin stays there until one of us calls for you. I have some visuals but they are unclear.” All that was returned by the new order was a grunt from the Eliksni and a buzz from the Droid.

“Take, yes? Return soon.” The large alien, held up two chips, each valued around 3 credits, enough to buy the bar around. Credits the galactic currency, worked anywhere, and without having to exchange. So inflated and so high in value that only one could buy food for a week. Without question the two women took their gifted pay and walked into the bar from once they came. “See yah later darling” came as the last sight of them, disappearing into the pub like club. Caring for the two’s wellbeing The Fallen bounty hunter waited until the two were safely inside before starting the long walk down the street. The chaos that had been created further down didn't reach up to where she stood, but this was the main street there was always something. A vehicle crash, mercs doing their work, drunken brawls. The further down she came, closer to the rampant work machine the more she had to force her way forward. Despite her weight, strength and size didn't help to worm her way through the massive crowd. In the end, the panicked crowd became too much to fight against as she was swept backward and out to the side street.

Stopping just by a closed fast food joint, the red sign above the shop written in white ‘The White Dragon’. Forcing her way around the corner to the door that leads into the kitchen behind. Pulling out a lock cracker, she carefully placed it around the magnetic lock, and just under a minute she had snuck herself into the joint. Cramming her form into the tiny store was no easy task, though she didn't plan on staying long. Restaurants were the perfect place to sneak in an easy entry to the back allies. Finding the second door that lead into the storage and ultimately out the back alley, and away from the massive crowd.

Out, rolling her shoulders. Finally elbow room.
“Mercenaries were seen by our cameras, close to your position. A little warning the next alley over is the cause of the disturbance. Just head down and you will meet them.”
Just like the first message the sniper was meet with nothing but a grunt. Before she followed the advice of her teammate she took a second to stretch out and look around. The dimly lit delivery area full of garbage bags and unopened packages both on a shelf and under the table goods.

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Proceeding with caution, following a sound from up ahead. Taking no chances the Eliksni pulled out a small concealed shock pistol, taking out a launcher or anything else could cause unwanted attention and destruction. If the message was true, then anyone could be out here if it was an organized group or individuals didn't matter, dangerous nonetheless.

“You, I didn't think id see you again. Especially after Sali. What are you doing here in Sol?” Turning around a small corner only to find the small 5 men mercenary group. Shrugging to his comment, she put down her guard and pistol recognizing the Turrian and one of the Krogen. “Vacation. Now bounty, you too?” “Yeah, scared little puny human” the Krogan answered with a laugh. “Yeah but he still got away! we had him until a rogue Spid-R went rampant and attacked us.” the Fallen raised her eyebrow towards the sharp mouthed Zabrak.

The formalities quickly ended as both parties realized that the target was still out there. Giving out a chuckling growl before pulling out two of the four shock blades that hung from her belt. Priority gets the info they knew, second crippled them from the cache. One less group to worry about, one less problem…

Getting up from his sniper post and retracted his sniper, he laid the massive beauty to rest on his back. Finding this spot he had grappled hooked his way up. Going back down the same way he came back, and once he touched the ground retracted the mechanical hook.

Wearing his repurposed army helmet, he activated the stealth system of his design. The surface glowed for a second before tiny screens turned to create a realistic 3D face. This was of a human, mid 50’, grey beard and hair. As longs, as he didn't have to fight the device, it would hold up enough.

“Docks, Go!” Vokkats had gotten the message. Realizing Dualis had gotten herself into a fight it was up to him to chase down the target. “Jin, get to the docs, in on my…” the signal was cut early. Guessing it was Jin who rudely shut off the link he continued his way to the docs. Knowing these streets like the back of his hand he set off jogging to the docs. Wouldn't take him long walking the smaller streets and away from the people...

“Fuc* you Dualis!” The Turrian spat towards the victorious Eliksni. Her eyes wrinkled as she grinned at his comment. Letting him go she winked her double eyes. Looking around at The mercenary group. One of the Krogan had been placed rather violently into a dumpster, it's containments overflowing making room for the large individual. The second had his head stuck in a concrete wall, probably from charging right into it. Not even the Eliksni could match the pure strength that Krogan had, few races could. Batarian and the Zabrak laid on top of another tired and clinging to their bruised bodies.

Straightening herself up she took the time to brush off any debris that had fallen on her and especially on her cape she so probably wore. The crimson Red cloak draped from her neck, with the white symbol of her house contrasting to the red. Reaching the back of her neck she tuned it to activate the alpha translator chip.
Translation: “Well nice to see you again, hope we can do Sali again sometime and forget about today. But those 5 million units are mine.”

With that she set off running towards the docs, leaving the mercs to roll around with their pain. Without notice or rather the ignorance of it, she had suffered a few injuries herself…

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Disobeying every order Jin had already found his way to the docs without a vehicle and before his comrades. The bulky four-armed machines had no issues walking around, as he blended in with other droids. His slow movements were a perfect disguise to give him enough time to scout the crowd for any familiar faces.

Within a few minutes of walking around, he founds what he was looking for. Intercepting the man he played a simple droid “Excuse us sir but this area is unsafe. Please keep calm. We apologize for the inconvenience” a smile appeared on the basic LED screen.

Running out from two separate streets both the Eliksni and the Sniper emerged, both spotting the tall droid towering out over the crowd. The two immediately got into position. The sniper once again took his hook to gain an advantage and pulled out his sniper. The Eliksni walked calmly out into the crowd in case the droid couldn't handle the situation.

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”

Cry•tus
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Last edited on May 14, 2020 02:38:41 by Crytus

@Crytus

With station security largely distracted by the SPID-R mech mess it took no time at all for Red to reach the stations docking ring. The docking ring was a tall wide hall that ran in an uninterrupted ring all the way around the lower circumference of the station. Here ships docked to load and unload cargo and people as well as refit and refuel.

Stepping through a fare gate into the docking ring Red merged with the thinner but still substantial crowds blending in seamlessly among the many space suited humans and aliens.

Red walked along the docking ring to anti spinward, assessing ships, crews, departure times, routs, and destinations as he went.

He didn't get far before he stopped in his tracks, his blood running cold. Ahead out of a newly docked Naval shuttle craft emerged a pair of men dressed in dark UNSC uniforms. Their uniforms sported patches declaring them as from the Office of Naval Intelligence. ONI spooks. Probably section 3, and definitely looking for him.

"Damn they're fast..." he muttered breathlessly. Casually as to draw no attention from the ONI agents who had not yet spotted him Red turned back the way he'd come. Heading the other way along the ring he had to fight the urge to run. His heart raced dangerously as he tried to stay calm. Deep breaths...

Nervously he activated his listening gear while walking, once more connecting to the electronic signals all around him. Frantically checking cameras and listening to radio channels as the data stream overlaid what his eyes could see. He kept his full attention on the ONI agents behind him around the curve of the ring, now only visible on camera...

Distracted, he walked right into a droid, not a little one either. Startled, Red snapped back to reality and froze for a second when he recognize the droid's model and faded markings. A white city police droid! It was old though. Would the white city send a police droid here to look for him? Or has this one been re purposed? He'd be careful either way.

Red relaxed a bit in spite of the situation. He had fond memories of these droids, had in fact been guarded by a lot of these particular models. He missed them a bit. He had to look way up to see the droid's 'face' as it spoke.

"Excuse us sir but this area is unsafe. Please keep calm. We apologize for the inconvenience" Then it smiled, sort of.

Red smiled a little in spite of himself, though his own smile went unseen inside his helmet. (Jin smiles on the outside, Red smiles on the inside)

He liked the LED screens on these models. The screens give the droids better emotive powers than their predecessors. Making them more friendly, in appearance anyway. Having always had liked droids and A.I's better than people, Red had to remind himself not to trust the thing. It was still hard to know if it was safe or legit...

Quickly he looked around, assessing the area to verify what the droid had said. No one else was being stopped by other droids like him. Instantly rewinding and replaying what he had recorded over the past few minutes he was able to confirm that no one else had been stopped or intercepted by this particular droid at all, only him. He calculated a 84.2% chance that he'd been spotted or tracked and that the droid was hostile. He decided to play along while he actually gathered data. Leaning on logic: be cooperative, test it's responses, present it a problem, assess it's motivation...

Speaking clearly being careful to subdue his accent Red responded to the droid "Ah, thank you for the safety warning but I think you may be mistaken. There are no alarms sounding in this section and all appears well. Perhaps you should report to your overseer for a diagnostic checkup..."

Then Red moved to step calmly around the droid as if their business is concluded. His every muscle and cable tense, he thought 'now we shall see what it/he does...'

Tyre

1374

February 14, 2017 01:38:36

@Crytus

With station security largely distracted by the SPID-R mech mess it took no time at all for Red to reach the stations docking ring. The docking ring was a tall wide hall that ran in an uninterrupted ring all the way around the lower circumference of the station. Here ships docked to load and unload cargo and people as well as refit and refuel.

Stepping through a fare gate into the docking ring Red merged with the thinner but still substantial crowds blending in seamlessly among the many space suited humans and aliens.

Red walked along the docking ring to anti spinward, assessing ships, crews, departure times, routs, and destinations as he went.

He didn't get far before he stopped in his tracks, his blood running cold. Ahead out of a newly docked Naval shuttle craft emerged a pair of men dressed in dark UNSC uniforms. Their uniforms sported patches declaring them as from the Office of Naval Intelligence. ONI spooks. Probably section 3, and definitely looking for him.

"Damn they're fast..." he muttered breathlessly. Casually as to draw no attention from the ONI agents who had not yet spotted him Red turned back the way he'd come. Heading the other way along the ring he had to fight the urge to run. His heart raced dangerously as he tried to stay calm. Deep breaths...

Nervously he activated his listening gear while walking, once more connecting to the electronic signals all around him. Frantically checking cameras and listening to radio channels as the data stream overlaid what his eyes could see. He kept his full attention on the ONI agents behind him around the curve of the ring, now only visible on camera...

Distracted, he walked right into a droid, not a little one either. Startled, Red snapped back to reality and froze for a second when he recognize the droid's model and faded markings. A white city police droid! It was old though. Would the white city send a police droid here to look for him? Or has this one been re purposed? He'd be careful either way.

Red relaxed a bit in spite of the situation. He had fond memories of these droids, had in fact been guarded by a lot of these particular models. He missed them a bit. He had to look way up to see the droid's 'face' as it spoke.

"Excuse us sir but this area is unsafe. Please keep calm. We apologize for the inconvenience" Then it smiled, sort of.

Red smiled a little in spite of himself, though his own smile went unseen inside his helmet. (Jin smiles on the outside, Red smiles on the inside)

He liked the LED screens on these models. The screens give the droids better emotive powers than their predecessors. Making them more friendly, in appearance anyway. Having always had liked droids and A.I's better than people, Red had to remind himself not to trust the thing. It was still hard to know if it was safe or legit...

Quickly he looked around, assessing the area to verify what the droid had said. No one else was being stopped by other droids like him. Instantly rewinding and replaying what he had recorded over the past few minutes he was able to confirm that no one else had been stopped or intercepted by this particular droid at all, only him. He calculated a 84.2% chance that he'd been spotted or tracked and that the droid was hostile. He decided to play along while he actually gathered data. Leaning on logic: be cooperative, test it's responses, present it a problem, assess it's motivation...

Speaking clearly being careful to subdue his accent Red responded to the droid "Ah, thank you for the safety warning but I think you may be mistaken. There are no alarms sounding in this section and all appears well. Perhaps you should report to your overseer for a diagnostic checkup..."

Then Red moved to step calmly around the droid as if their business is concluded. His every muscle and cable tense, he thought 'now we shall see what it/he does...'

@Tyre The comlink between the droid and his teammates were open, yet none of the three talked, only listened to the improvisation of the droid. In Between, Dualis would let out a heavy breath, but could easily be dismissed as radio disturbance. Just in case anyone was listening to the conversation. The droid leaned slightly forward, lowering his body. His eyes arched making it seem he smiled even more. [b]“I'm sorry sir, that will not be a possibility. There has been a disturbance, please stay calm…”[/b] Seeing that he messed up, saying ‘i’ instead of us, as well as the fact the target was growing suspicious towards him. Rising back up to his full stature, his LED face suddenly turned into a more annoyed expression. [b]“Never mind. Congratulations you are being captured”[/b] With that signal Vokkats pulled the trigger of his silenced sniper and the first bullet raced out from the barrel towards the target. The bullet landed on his lower rib. Contact activated the tiny bullet, however, missing flesh and hitting the armor made it useless. Seeing him still standing, within a second Vokkats had reloaded and aimed accordingly. And in the third second fired the EMP bullet. He had hoped that the injection round would work, though it seemed he was more machine than human, the EMP rounds should work. The dimly lit blue bullet rushed forward and found its mark only a millimeter below the snipers' aim point. Digging into the armor plating the small non-lethal round released a powerful charge just enough to short-circuited the target, to the team's surprise. [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/36/b5/86/36b5864f5774f33942725b2713254ff7.jpg[/img] Jin still looking at the man first caught the unconscious man but as he turned and saw Dualis closing in dropped him refusing to ‘care’ for him. [b]“I'm not holding that…”[/b] Dualis not much shorter than Jin let out a loud agitated growl towards the laziness of the machine. Picking up the target she draped him over her shoulder, using two of her four arms to secure him. [b]“What was that about?”[/b] A smug smile and a shrug came as a response, he walked off in the direction of their ship. Dualis quickly followed after, not fazed of the weight on her shoulders. The radio silence was broken [b]“Go ahead, I'll catch up with the two of you later. I'm gonna take the long way around”[/b]. Turning around the droid had a question mark displayed instead of a neutral facial expression, answering the droids question the Eliksni simply shrugged and kept going….. Vokkats had spotted the ONI agents that their target was so worried about only a few minutes earlier. Keeping his possession a few minutes more, he looked at the two men worried. His concentration was broken by a sharp sting in the back of his neck. Biting his teeth together to dull the pain, that was the signal to take his leave. Once again packing one of his many snipers on his back and climbing his way down. Though he had no direct quarrels with ONI he'd rather not see the two eye to eye. Sneaking his way into the street and away from the main station. Plan; get as much distance between this place and arch his way back to their docking station…. After heading up two flights of stairs and finally arriving at terminal 158G the two larger members of the team reached their ship. On the side by the cockpit written in white [i]‘Slaver Alpha’[/i]. A stolen ravagers ship painted in blue and red. Arriving at their home away from home the two settled. At this point, Dualis was panting and coughing, sounded like death was at her door. [img]https://filmozercy.com/uploads/images/original/17y3njrz-o.jpg[/img] Setting their catch in one of the secure rooms and properly locked him in, she collapsed on the couch. Jin had already found his place by the pilot's chair and started to warm up the engines and get clearance to leave Omega Station. He gave a moment to look down at his teammate in worry. Without her notice, he had called for Vokkats to hurry up. Within a long 15 minute timespan finally, Vokkats showed up. He had made sure that no one followed. Once inside he first went down check up on Dualis who had by the time passed out. Securing her in with a belt and a blanket, he left her the way she was. After making sure his teammate was safe and alive he went up and sat down to take up the position as the copilot. With the engines already warmed up, it took seconds to get the ship started and out of port. While Jin was busy flying Slaver Alpha out of port and out of the somewhat busy Omega Station, Vokkats was busy filing a notice to whoever put out the bounty. Letting them know they were on their way to Earth, the White City.

Crytus

1118

February 15, 2017 12:32:00

@Tyre

The comlink between the droid and his teammates were open, yet none of the three talked, only listened to the improvisation of the droid. In Between, Dualis would let out a heavy breath, but could easily be dismissed as radio disturbance. Just in case anyone was listening to the conversation.

The droid leaned slightly forward, lowering his body. His eyes arched making it seem he smiled even more. “I'm sorry sir, that will not be a possibility. There has been a disturbance, please stay calm…” Seeing that he messed up, saying ‘i’ instead of us, as well as the fact the target was growing suspicious towards him.

Rising back up to his full stature, his LED face suddenly turned into a more annoyed expression. “Never mind. Congratulations you are being captured” With that signal Vokkats pulled the trigger of his silenced sniper and the first bullet raced out from the barrel towards the target. The bullet landed on his lower rib. Contact activated the tiny bullet, however, missing flesh and hitting the armor made it useless. Seeing him still standing, within a second Vokkats had reloaded and aimed accordingly. And in the third second fired the EMP bullet. He had hoped that the injection round would work, though it seemed he was more machine than human, the EMP rounds should work.

The dimly lit blue bullet rushed forward and found its mark only a millimeter below the snipers' aim point. Digging into the armor plating the small non-lethal round released a powerful charge just enough to short-circuited the target, to the team's surprise.

Jin still looking at the man first caught the unconscious man but as he turned and saw Dualis closing in dropped him refusing to ‘care’ for him. “I'm not holding that…”

Dualis not much shorter than Jin let out a loud agitated growl towards the laziness of the machine. Picking up the target she draped him over her shoulder, using two of her four arms to secure him. “What was that about?” A smug smile and a shrug came as a response, he walked off in the direction of their ship. Dualis quickly followed after, not fazed of the weight on her shoulders.

The radio silence was broken “Go ahead, I'll catch up with the two of you later. I'm gonna take the long way around”. Turning around the droid had a question mark displayed instead of a neutral facial expression, answering the droids question the Eliksni simply shrugged and kept going…..

Vokkats had spotted the ONI agents that their target was so worried about only a few minutes earlier. Keeping his possession a few minutes more, he looked at the two men worried. His concentration was broken by a sharp sting in the back of his neck. Biting his teeth together to dull the pain, that was the signal to take his leave. Once again packing one of his many snipers on his back and climbing his way down. Though he had no direct quarrels with ONI he'd rather not see the two eye to eye. Sneaking his way into the street and away from the main station. Plan; get as much distance between this place and arch his way back to their docking station….

After heading up two flights of stairs and finally arriving at terminal 158G the two larger members of the team reached their ship. On the side by the cockpit written in white ‘Slaver Alpha’. A stolen ravagers ship painted in blue and red. Arriving at their home away from home the two settled. At this point, Dualis was panting and coughing, sounded like death was at her door.

Setting their catch in one of the secure rooms and properly locked him in, she collapsed on the couch. Jin had already found his place by the pilot's chair and started to warm up the engines and get clearance to leave Omega Station. He gave a moment to look down at his teammate in worry. Without her notice, he had called for Vokkats to hurry up.

Within a long 15 minute timespan finally, Vokkats showed up. He had made sure that no one followed. Once inside he first went down check up on Dualis who had by the time passed out. Securing her in with a belt and a blanket, he left her the way she was. After making sure his teammate was safe and alive he went up and sat down to take up the position as the copilot.

With the engines already warmed up, it took seconds to get the ship started and out of port. While Jin was busy flying Slaver Alpha out of port and out of the somewhat busy Omega Station, Vokkats was busy filing a notice to whoever put out the bounty. Letting them know they were on their way to Earth, the White City.

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”

Cry•tus
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Last edited on May 14, 2020 02:43:57 by Crytus

@Crytus Instead of grabbing him or sounding an alarm the droid spoke again, just as politely [i][b]“I'm sorry sir, that will not be possibility. There has been a disturbance, please stay calm…”[/b][/i] 'smiling' again. Red was not surprised that the droid persisted. He was however surprised to hear it say [i]'I' [/i]instead of [i]'we'[/i]. Definitely re purposed or jail broken. Either way their was no doubt now, 100% chance the droid was hostile. He stepped back a bit, trying to get out of arms reach of the thing. They both realized the mistake at the same time and Red was stunned to watch it break character [i][b]“Never mind. Congratulations you are being captured” [/b][/i]. It had been acting. Fascinating. Normally a droid was no issue for him at all, but given how close the ONI agents were he did not want to make a scene by decking the droid or using the forge on it. They'd be watching for that. Currently his options were very limited. Run. Before he could take more than two steps his space suit's computer's synthetic female voice buzzed an automated alarm in his ear [i]"Warning, armor impact detected. No damage or puncture detected."[/i] The suit's protection system thought it had detected a micro meteor impact and informed him accordingly. He'd been shot. A second impact. The computer again [i]"Warning electronic pulse detec..."[/i] He didn't hear the rest. He screamed in pain as his vision flashed white and he convulsed suddenly as if in the grip of a seizure before everything went dark and he lost consciousness. ------- When Slaver Alpha undocked and left Omega station the little ravager ship saw a rare and unnerving sight. Floating ominously next to the space station was a large dark grey ship, sleek and powerful like a shark and measuring almost half a kilometer long. The ship was of human construction but it's profile and advanced hull plating made it difficult for Slaver Alpha's scanners to even detect despite how close it was. At long range the ship would be almost invisible to conventional scanners. It bore no name, only a white symbol painted upon it's bow. [img]http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/oni/images/4/48/ONI_Censored.jpg[/img] An ONI frigate. These slip capable military ships were almost never seen by anyone, let alone by the public. Ship traffic still moved freely to and from Omega station for the moment but everyone was staying well away from the UNSC spy ship. Outbound ship traffic was also increasing. Word was getting around on Omega. Even as Slaver Alpha and the rest of traffic passed by the stealth ship unimpeded, another UNSC vessel blinked in from out of slip space. This one was no ONI ship. A full kilometer in length, the huge assault ship dwarfed the ONI frigate as it maneuvered in closer to the station. The two ships signaled each other over a secure communications band, apparently having an argument. After a few moments the assault ship issued a broadband communication: [b]"[u]ATTENTION OMEGA STATION. THIS IS CAPTAIN MARCUS CROSS OF THE ORION-CLASS ASSAULT CARRIER SWORD OF WINTER! WE ARE HERE UNDER THE JOINT AUTHORITY OF UNSC HIGH COMMAND AND THE EARTH ALLIANCE DEPARTMENT OF COLONIAL AFFAIRS! WE ARE TAKING COMMAND OF THIS STATION IMMEDIATELY! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED AND SEARCHED.[/u]" [/b] -------------------- The two ONI agents briefly stopped what they were doing when they heard the Captain Cross's broadband announcement sound throughout Omega station. They glanced at each other after the message concluded, one of them shook his head [b]"Bloody jar heads"[/b] The other sighed wearily and replied [b]"We'll have to be quick."[/b] Then they turn back to what they are doing. Strapped to a table between them was the Turan mercenary, whom they had been slowly flaying alive. He was having a bad day. One of the ONI agents leaned down over the Turan's bloody face, clutching one of the merc's few remaining bony crests with a rusty pair of heavy pliers. Starting to pull at the crest the agent said[b] "Now, tell us again. What happened to the man in the space suit?"[/b]

Tyre

1374

February 15, 2017 17:47:29

@Crytus

Instead of grabbing him or sounding an alarm the droid spoke again, just as politely “I'm sorry sir, that will not be possibility. There has been a disturbance, please stay calm…” 'smiling' again.

Red was not surprised that the droid persisted. He was however surprised to hear it say 'I' instead of 'we'. Definitely re purposed or jail broken. Either way their was no doubt now, 100% chance the droid was hostile. He stepped back a bit, trying to get out of arms reach of the thing.

They both realized the mistake at the same time and Red was stunned to watch it break character “Never mind. Congratulations you are being captured” . It had been acting. Fascinating.

Normally a droid was no issue for him at all, but given how close the ONI agents were he did not want to make a scene by decking the droid or using the forge on it. They'd be watching for that. Currently his options were very limited. Run.

Before he could take more than two steps his space suit's computer's synthetic female voice buzzed an automated alarm in his ear "Warning, armor impact detected. No damage or puncture detected." The suit's protection system thought it had detected a micro meteor impact and informed him accordingly. He'd been shot.

A second impact. The computer again "Warning electronic pulse detec..." He didn't hear the rest. He screamed in pain as his vision flashed white and he convulsed suddenly as if in the grip of a seizure before everything went dark and he lost consciousness.

When Slaver Alpha undocked and left Omega station the little ravager ship saw a rare and unnerving sight.

Floating ominously next to the space station was a large dark grey ship, sleek and powerful like a shark and measuring almost half a kilometer long. The ship was of human construction but it's profile and advanced hull plating made it difficult for Slaver Alpha's scanners to even detect despite how close it was. At long range the ship would be almost invisible to conventional scanners. It bore no name, only a white symbol painted upon it's bow.

An ONI frigate. These slip capable military ships were almost never seen by anyone, let alone by the public. Ship traffic still moved freely to and from Omega station for the moment but everyone was staying well away from the UNSC spy ship. Outbound ship traffic was also increasing. Word was getting around on Omega.

Even as Slaver Alpha and the rest of traffic passed by the stealth ship unimpeded, another UNSC vessel blinked in from out of slip space. This one was no ONI ship. A full kilometer in length, the huge assault ship dwarfed the ONI frigate as it maneuvered in closer to the station.

The two ships signaled each other over a secure communications band, apparently having an argument. After a few moments the assault ship issued a broadband communication:

"ATTENTION OMEGA STATION. THIS IS CAPTAIN MARCUS CROSS OF THE ORION-CLASS ASSAULT CARRIER SWORD OF WINTER! WE ARE HERE UNDER THE JOINT AUTHORITY OF UNSC HIGH COMMAND AND THE EARTH ALLIANCE DEPARTMENT OF COLONIAL AFFAIRS! WE ARE TAKING COMMAND OF THIS STATION IMMEDIATELY! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED AND SEARCHED."

The two ONI agents briefly stopped what they were doing when they heard the Captain Cross's broadband announcement sound throughout Omega station. They glanced at each other after the message concluded, one of them shook his head "Bloody jar heads" The other sighed wearily and replied "We'll have to be quick." Then they turn back to what they are doing.

Strapped to a table between them was the Turan mercenary, whom they had been slowly flaying alive. He was having a bad day. One of the ONI agents leaned down over the Turan's bloody face, clutching one of the merc's few remaining bony crests with a rusty pair of heavy pliers. Starting to pull at the crest the agent said "Now, tell us again. What happened to the man in the space suit?"

@Tyre Spotting the massive ships Vokkats became uneasy, knowing that their ship was in the clear he still didn't want to take any chances. [b]“Jin turn off all outgoing comlinks. And prepare to warp, once we are out of reach we leave. For now, we watch.”[/b] Jin focused on flying the ship gave a thumbs up to the copilot. The second much larger ship had slipped right into Jin’s path. If they had left only a few minutes early the little ship would instantly be crushed by the much larger. The tiny ship, not much larger than a sailboat from earth back in the 21 century. The cockpit was had four seats and enough room to move around, behind storage crammed together in a pile. Food, weapons, ammunition, and tech. Between the two a small tactics table with holographic maps and information. Currently displaying Omega Station and the little information they had about their captive. In the middle of the space, a small narrow stairway leads down to the social area. A tiny cooler and preservative for food, as well as storage to keep most if not all of their food, whatever that was. Placed in the middle two small couches and a small narrow table. The bow of the ship leaning out from the wall a small bed and a grand view of the stars. A window that T’d down from the cockpit and front of the ship. Back in the stern were more crates, storage, and two secure rooms one now occupied by the armored man. The back wall was given to Vokkats, for all his weapons to hang. About 5 snipers took the main mantle, together with a rocket launcher and what looked to be a heavy plasma cannon. Decorated around were much smaller and less treasured weapons. Dualis had her stuff on the opposite side of the bed, there hung most of her weapons together with a few collectibles, a tracker, and an update sheet for her servitor (now gathering Either on Europa). One last Either triangle laid on the self inside a containment chamber. The last and most treasured item was a photo of her husband back home. Jin didn't have anything personal, rather had decorated the entire ship in objects, ranging from toys, bullets, symbols, and everything in between. He was always very particular placing them around, making sure that turbulence wouldn't move them. His favorite was a rolled up ball of wool, this simple object started his love for cats, and planned to save it for his future cat sanctuary. With the announcement being broadcast even in Slaver Alpha. Dualis woke up with a shock. Giving a second to listen to a sudden grip of panic rushed over her. Grunting in pain she sat up, making her way forward to the stairs up she called out for Vokkats. [b]“Comlink, need to send message”[/b] turning around Vokkats looked at the tired Eliksni and saw the seriousness in her eyes. Reluctantly he threw down a com device [b]“You have three minutes. Jin you heard the lady.”[/b] Making her away back to the couch, knocking over some of Jin's collections. Placing the tiny device on the table, lights appeared making a small screen pop upwards and a keyboard on the table. [b]“Secure?” “Yes it's a secure link, though don't take a chance to be vague. Two massive earth ships are surrounding Omega Station. You heard the broadcast, so be snappy![/b]” Typing away at the virtual keyboard the screen read [i]“Getaway, stay safe. From Darling”[/i] after sending the message she threw the device back up the stairs and once again lairs down to rest, her body feeling tired and exhausted. This time laying down on the opposite side, looking at the cell. The feeling that the human was far from ordinary and harmless. Unable to stay awake she curled herself into the blanket and once again passed out. Up in the cockpit, Vokkats and Jin activated the warp. The warp tech was a subspecies hyperdrive. The two massive engines crackled, whirring and roared as the engines speed up and they were shot forward. Space bubbled around them. Once all calculations were done, Vokkats stood up and walked back to the table. Using it to plan, for the drop-off. [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/47/73/c1/4773c10d4cb234e6ffb87c44b3f69d95.jpg[/img]

Crytus

1118

February 16, 2017 04:17:39

@Tyre

Spotting the massive ships Vokkats became uneasy, knowing that their ship was in the clear he still didn't want to take any chances. “Jin turn off all outgoing comlinks. And prepare to warp, once we are out of reach we leave. For now, we watch.” Jin focused on flying the ship gave a thumbs up to the copilot. The second much larger ship had slipped right into Jin’s path. If they had left only a few minutes early the little ship would instantly be crushed by the much larger.

The tiny ship, not much larger than a sailboat from earth back in the 21 century. The cockpit was had four seats and enough room to move around, behind storage crammed together in a pile. Food, weapons, ammunition, and tech. Between the two a small tactics table with holographic maps and information. Currently displaying Omega Station and the little information they had about their captive. In the middle of the space, a small narrow stairway leads down to the social area. A tiny cooler and preservative for food, as well as storage to keep most if not all of their food, whatever that was. Placed in the middle two small couches and a small narrow table. The bow of the ship leaning out from the wall a small bed and a grand view of the stars. A window that T’d down from the cockpit and front of the ship. Back in the stern were more crates, storage, and two secure rooms one now occupied by the armored man. The back wall was given to Vokkats, for all his weapons to hang. About 5 snipers took the main mantle, together with a rocket launcher and what looked to be a heavy plasma cannon. Decorated around were much smaller and less treasured weapons. Dualis had her stuff on the opposite side of the bed, there hung most of her weapons together with a few collectibles, a tracker, and an update sheet for her servitor (now gathering Either on Europa). One last Either triangle laid on the self inside a containment chamber. The last and most treasured item was a photo of her husband back home. Jin didn't have anything personal, rather had decorated the entire ship in objects, ranging from toys, bullets, symbols, and everything in between. He was always very particular placing them around, making sure that turbulence wouldn't move them. His favorite was a rolled up ball of wool, this simple object started his love for cats, and planned to save it for his future cat sanctuary.

With the announcement being broadcast even in Slaver Alpha. Dualis woke up with a shock. Giving a second to listen to a sudden grip of panic rushed over her. Grunting in pain she sat up, making her way forward to the stairs up she called out for Vokkats. “Comlink, need to send message” turning around Vokkats looked at the tired Eliksni and saw the seriousness in her eyes. Reluctantly he threw down a com device “You have three minutes. Jin you heard the lady.”

Making her away back to the couch, knocking over some of Jin's collections. Placing the tiny device on the table, lights appeared making a small screen pop upwards and a keyboard on the table. “Secure?” “Yes it's a secure link, though don't take a chance to be vague. Two massive earth ships are surrounding Omega Station. You heard the broadcast, so be snappy!” Typing away at the virtual keyboard the screen read “Getaway, stay safe. From Darling” after sending the message she threw the device back up the stairs and once again lairs down to rest, her body feeling tired and exhausted. This time laying down on the opposite side, looking at the cell. The feeling that the human was far from ordinary and harmless. Unable to stay awake she curled herself into the blanket and once again passed out.

Up in the cockpit, Vokkats and Jin activated the warp. The warp tech was a subspecies hyperdrive. The two massive engines crackled, whirring and roared as the engines speed up and they were shot forward. Space bubbled around them. Once all calculations were done, Vokkats stood up and walked back to the table. Using it to plan, for the drop-off.

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”

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After a couple hours Red woke up. He groaned. It felt like he had the worst hangover a person could have before dying. At least the room he was in was dark. Slurring he muttered "God my head..." and moving a little, sat himself up with his back to a wall. He stayed there a little while until the pain in his head faded a bit and he could think.

Inside his helmet the display screen and sensors were flickering wildly, though he could still read them. The air was safe. The helmets display projector was malfunctioning, making it hard to see through the visor. He'd have to fix it later, it'd take a while to find problem. In the confines of the dark room Red took his helmet off, his eyes glowed brightly in the dark. His lower face and the side of his neck were streaked with dry blood that had run from his nose and right ear because of the EMP charge.

He knew he was on a ship. He could feel it, hear it. Leaning his head back against the cool mettle wall for a moment he listened. It was a small ship, 2 maybe 3 decks at most. Currently traveling at warp, small engines for speed and maneuverability. Not a cargo hauler. Bigger than an X-wing but smaller than a Firefly. Well at least it wasn't an ONI ship. Hopefully it was not working for a big corporation either, mercs maybe? Hopefully?

He looked around examining the small secure room. There wasn't much to see. The 8x9 room had no furnishings, no window, no bed, though marks on the floor suggested there had been a bunk in here at one point.

Aside from his helmet malfunctioning, his suite was still in space worthy working order. He checked and was pleased to find he still had his backpack. By the light of his eyes he opened the bag and checked the contents:

Clothes, Food bars, Water bottle, Bathroom kit, Medical scanner, *****, Other ***** (one of which he took now), Towel, Knife, Multi tool, Jar full of robot bees, A dark silvery mettle cube with a lens set into the center of one side, Lighter, Small drawstring bag with 25 galactic credits, Some pens, House keys, Laminated picture of Grace, and about 80 different keycards and i.d badges.

Satisfied that all his things were still with him he closed up the bag and turned on his listening equipment, looking for a data stream. He found no cameras. Fuc*. He could deck the ships computer but the droid pilot would notice. He could try to deck the droid but given what he'd seen earlier of it's behavior he'd rather not. Besides the crew would probably bust in and shoot him if he did take control of the helm, so not a good plan. He could cut his way through the hull to outside once they exited warp, it'd dangerous though, only as a last resort.

Getting up he went to the door and after finding it locked, pressed his ear to the mettle. Outside his 'cell' was quiet, just ship engine sounds. 'Okay, lets see whats out there.' He stuffed his helmet in his bag and slung the pack over his shoulder, freeing his hands. Using the nano forge safely in a space suit was easy enough with practice but it was still good to be careful. He did a systems check before activating the device. When everything came back green lights he activated the forge.

Tendrils of glowing blue light appeared in the air around Red's right hand. Glittering like powdered mica the streams of light quickly grew and merged together until they formed a one foot cube around his hand. Unlike a holographic display the light cube did not appear entirely solid and stable but instead seemed to sparkle and swirl as if it were a suspension of liquid or mist. Red put his right hand surrounded by the nano mist against the door.

With a quiet staticy hum the forge disintegrated a one foot cube of door centered on the lock. The edges of the square hole glowed bright orange for a few seconds after he'd finished. Red shut down the forge and the blue mist retreated back into his hand before disappearing completely.

Red crouched down and looked through the open hole for a moment before standing again. He'd seen a sort of kitchen/living room area, though he couldn't see much of it. Slowly he pushed the door open, it moved quietly but not silently on its hinges.

He stepped out into the hallway hoping to whatever god's there were that the ship didn't have automatic security turrets. It didn't. It did have an Eliksni warrior though.

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February 16, 2017 14:15:14

@Crytus

After a couple hours Red woke up. He groaned. It felt like he had the worst hangover a person could have before dying. At least the room he was in was dark. Slurring he muttered "God my head..." and moving a little, sat himself up with his back to a wall. He stayed there a little while until the pain in his head faded a bit and he could think.

Inside his helmet the display screen and sensors were flickering wildly, though he could still read them. The air was safe. The helmets display projector was malfunctioning, making it hard to see through the visor. He'd have to fix it later, it'd take a while to find problem. In the confines of the dark room Red took his helmet off, his eyes glowed brightly in the dark. His lower face and the side of his neck were streaked with dry blood that had run from his nose and right ear because of the EMP charge.

He knew he was on a ship. He could feel it, hear it. Leaning his head back against the cool mettle wall for a moment he listened. It was a small ship, 2 maybe 3 decks at most. Currently traveling at warp, small engines for speed and maneuverability. Not a cargo hauler. Bigger than an X-wing but smaller than a Firefly. Well at least it wasn't an ONI ship. Hopefully it was not working for a big corporation either, mercs maybe? Hopefully?

He looked around examining the small secure room. There wasn't much to see. The 8x9 room had no furnishings, no window, no bed, though marks on the floor suggested there had been a bunk in here at one point.

Aside from his helmet malfunctioning, his suite was still in space worthy working order. He checked and was pleased to find he still had his backpack. By the light of his eyes he opened the bag and checked the contents:

Clothes, Food bars, Water bottle, Bathroom kit, Medical scanner, *****, Other ***** (one of which he took now), Towel, Knife, Multi tool, Jar full of robot bees, A dark silvery mettle cube with a lens set into the center of one side, Lighter, Small drawstring bag with 25 galactic credits, Some pens, House keys, Laminated picture of Grace, and about 80 different keycards and i.d badges.

Satisfied that all his things were still with him he closed up the bag and turned on his listening equipment, looking for a data stream. He found no cameras. Fuc*. He could deck the ships computer but the droid pilot would notice. He could try to deck the droid but given what he'd seen earlier of it's behavior he'd rather not. Besides the crew would probably bust in and shoot him if he did take control of the helm, so not a good plan. He could cut his way through the hull to outside once they exited warp, it'd dangerous though, only as a last resort.

Getting up he went to the door and after finding it locked, pressed his ear to the mettle. Outside his 'cell' was quiet, just ship engine sounds. 'Okay, lets see whats out there.' He stuffed his helmet in his bag and slung the pack over his shoulder, freeing his hands. Using the nano forge safely in a space suit was easy enough with practice but it was still good to be careful. He did a systems check before activating the device. When everything came back green lights he activated the forge.

Tendrils of glowing blue light appeared in the air around Red's right hand. Glittering like powdered mica the streams of light quickly grew and merged together until they formed a one foot cube around his hand. Unlike a holographic display the light cube did not appear entirely solid and stable but instead seemed to sparkle and swirl as if it were a suspension of liquid or mist. Red put his right hand surrounded by the nano mist against the door.

With a quiet staticy hum the forge disintegrated a one foot cube of door centered on the lock. The edges of the square hole glowed bright orange for a few seconds after he'd finished. Red shut down the forge and the blue mist retreated back into his hand before disappearing completely.

Red crouched down and looked through the open hole for a moment before standing again. He'd seen a sort of kitchen/living room area, though he couldn't see much of it. Slowly he pushed the door open, it moved quietly but not silently on its hinges.

He stepped out into the hallway hoping to whatever god's there were that the ship didn't have automatic security turrets. It didn't. It did have an Eliksni warrior though.

@Tyre

The Eliksni had woken up only an hour before the captive did. In that time, she had gotten up walked over, and gotten herself some sort of strong alcoholic drink and sat back down again. It was too dull senses and ease the exhaustion she felt. Beside her on the table laid her valued helmet, scarred and worn it had seen battles, death, hardship, and victory. The two crests peaked up as a symbol of honor, telling any Eliksni she was a Captain or higher. Free from the restraints of the helmet she could yawn and drink in peace.

Upstairs Vokkats and Jin had also taken down their guard and relaxed for the trip. Jin just sat in the pilot's seat letting the autopilot take over, fixing his collection of small figures that were neatly set up on the window self. Vokkats still stood planning, pressed against his lips laid a half-smoked cigarette. On the table only an arm's reach sat his helmet, though he preferred to keep it on to cover his face, race, and identity, being free from it while he thought and smoked was much more relaxing.

As the captive made his escape Dualis sat and watched in a haze, fascinated by the forge she waited for him to spot her. By the time he had stepped out she had activated the Alpha Chip. Its radius just engulfing the ship. “If you are planning to take over the ship, I would advise against it. We are two organics and one droid. I doubt you can take out us two, and taking over the ship or our droid, don't even think about it. I know what you're thinking, we are the bad guys, taking you as a prisoner and getting credits for it. It's only business.” looking over at him, she caught his glowing eyes and gave a weak smile towards them. Her own weren't as powerful but had a low blue glowing tint. Finding them fascinating, especially knowing they were far from natural human biology. Letting out a yawn, unintentionally showing off her spike-like teeth, her lower jaw separated making her seem even more alien. Laying down her head onto the table keeping her eyes on him. “Need anything like food or a drink just take it.” Knowing that the human had very few options of resistance she was fairly confident he wouldn't try anything. Though just in case her lower arms held onto a simple knife and a gun.

Crytus

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February 16, 2017 16:52:23

@Tyre

The Eliksni had woken up only an hour before the captive did. In that time, she had gotten up walked over, and gotten herself some sort of strong alcoholic drink and sat back down again. It was too dull senses and ease the exhaustion she felt. Beside her on the table laid her valued helmet, scarred and worn it had seen battles, death, hardship, and victory. The two crests peaked up as a symbol of honor, telling any Eliksni she was a Captain or higher. Free from the restraints of the helmet she could yawn and drink in peace.

Upstairs Vokkats and Jin had also taken down their guard and relaxed for the trip. Jin just sat in the pilot's seat letting the autopilot take over, fixing his collection of small figures that were neatly set up on the window self. Vokkats still stood planning, pressed against his lips laid a half-smoked cigarette. On the table only an arm's reach sat his helmet, though he preferred to keep it on to cover his face, race, and identity, being free from it while he thought and smoked was much more relaxing.

As the captive made his escape Dualis sat and watched in a haze, fascinated by the forge she waited for him to spot her. By the time he had stepped out she had activated the Alpha Chip. Its radius just engulfing the ship. “If you are planning to take over the ship, I would advise against it. We are two organics and one droid. I doubt you can take out us two, and taking over the ship or our droid, don't even think about it. I know what you're thinking, we are the bad guys, taking you as a prisoner and getting credits for it. It's only business.” looking over at him, she caught his glowing eyes and gave a weak smile towards them. Her own weren't as powerful but had a low blue glowing tint. Finding them fascinating, especially knowing they were far from natural human biology. Letting out a yawn, unintentionally showing off her spike-like teeth, her lower jaw separated making her seem even more alien. Laying down her head onto the table keeping her eyes on him. “Need anything like food or a drink just take it.” Knowing that the human had very few options of resistance she was fairly confident he wouldn't try anything. Though just in case her lower arms held onto a simple knife and a gun.

“All human wisdom is contained in these two words -
Wait and Hope”

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Last edited on May 14, 2020 02:47:01 by Crytus

@Crytus He was glad not to have been shot the second he stepped out of the cell but that was about as far as his escape went. Lying on one of two couches in the living room area was a rather large Eliksni warrior. The fallen was watching him without concern. Red made a exasperated giving up gesture and said [b]"Well there goes that quiet escape plan."[/b] He saw no further point in resisting until landfall or another opportunity came up. He'd would rather escape than fight anyway. He just hadn't expected to be caught so soon. Looking at the alien he could guess it was a female by the narrower skull shape. They were a neat race, though up until now he'd never seen without helmet on. Had in fact only met the violent raider/pirate types and never this close up. In the past he'd blown up more than a few of their vessels when they'd attacked him, but that was when he was in one of his own ships. She spoke from the couch though he had an odd time listening to her. Her translation chip together with his software was making him hear double speak, both common and Eliksni. He felt no need to tell her that though and he could still understand her perfectly either way. So they were mercs then. He'd met their droid already, had had one just like it a few years ago. Well it could be a whole hell of a lot worse, for him at least. These mercs were in way over their heads and they definitely didn't know it. If they had any inkling of the sh*t storm they were walking into they would have dumped him out the airlock and headed for the nearest portal out of human space. He walked away from the cell slowly and joined her in the 'living room' asking in common as he did [b]"Just business huh? Alright then, mind if I ask who your employer is?"[/b] Red sat down on the couch opposite of the huge alien. Looking around at her offer of food and drink he saw no coffee maker, which was all he really wanted. So he made himself a cup of hot coffee, cup and all, using the forge. The Eliksni had already seen him use the forge on the door so the secret was out. Though the likely hood that she understood what it was was quite small, most people usually just mistook it for a 3d printer anyway. No big deal. [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/1d/fe/45/1dfe45d9e322cc6359d5012659079af0.jpg[/img]

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