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    GFP: Waystation Hermes IC

    The Galaxy Forged by powers explores what space would be like if super powers were real.
    • It takes place a hundred years into the future and uses relatively realistic science.
    • It has an alternate history from the main WFP but runs along the same lines.
    • You can play as practically anyone you like.
    • It is always open to new players no matter how far along it is.
    • If you'd like to join; drop by our OoC thread and get a character sheet approved.



    The history of Waystation Hermes:

    Humanity first met the Leonines while exploring deep space. They came across the planet that the leonines used to supply food for their people. The Leonines were wary that the humans might try to take their food planet away from them. The humans assured them that not only was this not the case but that they would like to start a cultural exchange with between the first alien race either of them had ever discovered.

    All the same neither race was comfortable with inviting a huge number of their other race onto their home planet. So it was decided that a great space station would be built. The Leonines main route of space travel was between their food planet and their home planet while the human race was mostly spread thin across all the known areas. It seemed prudent, therefore, to build the station along the leonine trade route. With the station being built along this route it was only natural that the station would be used for trade of goods as well as culture.

    Over the years Waystation Hermes started to become its own entity. It became known for its traders, craftsman and ship repair yards. Many businesses set up shop and many people set up permanent residence. No longer strictly a politcial sector, the station was slowly being taken over by small businesses and various other aspects of the private sector. These days the station is technically still an ambassadorial site. For the most part, however, it's a swap-meet/shopping-mall/repair-yard that's frequented by anyone and everyone trying to make a living in space.



    A brief history of Space:
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    Human Timeline:
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    mike sits against a airvent above a market, eyes closed, he would appear to be resting, if his ears didnt twitch now and then.
    " time to get to work, in 3......2......1?" he seems uncertain as he looks at his tacpad to see a green confirmation light
    "mission go" mike announces quietly as he drops from the vent, landing in a small maitinance hallway, before entering the crowd, searching for a certain vender that rarely showed his face*
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    As IAMF-13 walked through the Market on his way to the Repair Yards, he noticed through his sensors that there was a person inside the upper airvent. Curious, he stopped to observe. A few seconds later, a tiger-man dropped discreetly from the vent into a maintenance hallway. Ian pretended not to see him, but kept paying attention. Every day, something interesting happened in Waystation Hermes, which was very exciting for Ian, who was still learning about the "real world" and the way people live and interact. That was probably going to be one more of those interesting moments

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    mike continues walking among the market stalls noting a armored figure with orange eyes.
    oh good, either cyberneticly enhanced, or robotic in nature, meaning I'm on candid camera.
    mike calmly stops at a stall selling various machine parts, removing his helmet from his pack as if making room for a purchase. though the real reason is to use the visor as a mirror as he looks for a possible tail.
    "how much for the 100 in one multi tool?" mike asks, though he really could use something like that as well, he had more important things.
    what if he was from the conglomerate? he thought, suddenly cold he finds a small bit of reassurance from the fact he could probably out run him.

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    Mexican stand-offs sounded cute in theory but in all honesty they could be one of the most boring things ever invented with the wrong parties involved.
    From bystanders point of view it would seem there was a professional or formal mercenary group facing off against a rather ragtag but no-less intimidating group of mercs, with a crowd of security patrols clustered in cover here and there.
    It was a boring stalemate tucked away in a less noteworthy corner of the station, a location rather idea for clandestine meetups like the one that was supposed to happen.
    The 'professional-looking' mercs who probably more looked like high-tech gangster-ninjas due to their teched up masks concealing their face and their casual coats; Ceres was the first in the V formation, each of the five had a pair of automatic pistols in hand aiming at the other side.
    The ragtag mercs looked a lot more typical, their appearances and weapons varied, rough and overly casual with a tough theme -spikes, chains, spare bullets and knives, ripped clothing or ragged old pieces of military uniforms, most with bandanas, a lot of cybernetics.

    And as mentioned earlier, there was absolutely nothing happened except guns being pointed, and Ceres was getting very, very bored.

    "My arms are getting sore," Ceres complained airily to the mercs. Her voice was put through a synthesizer in the mask which gave it a musical, digital quality, and ultimately unrecognizable.

    "Quit tryin' to be cute and hand over the damn case, it's your only chance of getting outta this unscathed," the merc leader said, equally tired and frustrated.
    The case in question being one secure plastic-metal box lying at Ceres' feet, obviously of some importance since there were guns being pointed over it.

    Ceres merely sighed in response to the merc, clearly not in the least bit interested in handing over the case.
    "This sucks... I'd rather not sling bullets around..." Ceres said tiredly.

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    Not seeing any tails, mike buys the tool, repacks his gear, but dons the helmet. booting up the suits onboard computer suite he turns on the HUD, and camera.
    "oh where oh where has my vendor gone" mike sings tunelessly, the voice nearly lost in the helmet to those outside as mike continues twords the lesser used portions of the market.
    "lets see, wanted for theft of experimental government tech, and espionage?......very bad boy."
    mike takes the photo of his target and, with help of an V.I. program, begins scanning the faces of the vendors, if he was here, he couldnt hide.
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    Still acting (slightly badly) as a common market goer, Ian keeps tracking the tiger man, not looking anymore, but with the sensors focused on him. Overwhelmed with curiosity as the man goes to the emptier parts of the market, Ian decides to walk into a corner, shutdown the main body and move closer as a foglet, infecting the datapad of the merchant who oversees the last stall in that area.
    Once he gets ahold of the systems, Ian makes it continue operating normally, except that now he's spying through the datapad's microphone and camera.

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    Approaching the last stall, mike checks for his tail again, finding him about 100 yards back still.
    what is he up to now?....doesn't matter, ill find out soon most likely. mike sighs as he enters the stall, trying to act more twitchy then professional.
    "hey, I heard....that you got some new stock in?" mike asks, as he fidgets and keeps peering at the door
    "my, uh, my captain really needs some replacement parts....."

    then vender looks up from his datapad and frowns.
    "tell your captain to buzz off, I don't have any new stock, what you see is what I have." his eyes narrow as he zeros in on the helmet*
    "no hats or helmets inside!, take it off"

    mike complies, D.I.C.E already shutting down and hideing in the software.
    "sure, sorry, hybrids arnt always welcome... but the parts, he said to come here, he was sure you could find something for the right price"

    the vendor pauses a moment.
    "whats the right price?" he asks, tapping absentmindedly on the data pad.
    "im sure that I might have something, but the warehouse is SO dusty lately"

    mike groans on the inside, keeping a veil of nervous hope on his face.
    why are they always such greedy idiots?
    "boss gave me a burn card, whatever you want, within reason" mike says waveing a green and gold holo-card.

    the vender nods. "allright, ill see what I can do, whats the part in question?" the vendor continues tapping, but this time starting a search.

    "he heard word that you might have some new "repurposed" tech, specifically a drive. the captain wants it first" mike says acting slightly more confidant.

    "Whos is this captain?, ill send it to their ship" the vendor says, clicking on a button with slightly more force then the last hundred.

    shit... mike knows he went to far before the footsteps start. "he wishes to remain anonymous. the better for return business" mike says trying to remain outwardly oblivious while the fight is already in his head. he watches the vendors eyes twitch over his shoulder, and mike smirks as his world slows to a crawl.

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    Suddenly, the datapad sends a signal outwards. Considering their strange conversation, Ian scans the device and finds the merchant's less than legal dealings.
    Noticing that some trouble is bound to happen soon, he decides to go back into his main body. Quickly reactivating, he calmly walks towards the stall. He's not the only one heading there, but at least, he knows he's not the center of attention.

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    mike readies to duck when he hears the hears the raspy *click click* of a old shotgun, followed by the slide release of a pistol.
    "so much for fair dealings" mike says the smug smirk gone in an instant. he was fast, but he couldn't dodge a shotgun that close.

    the vendor steps from around the counter, holding a revolver himself. "so, you know of my more...eccentric items?" he nods to the others be hind mike, and in tandum, a gag and cuffs are placed on him.

    well, aint this dandy? mike thinks. he isn't beaten yet, but it doesn't look good. why couldn't this have been simple infiltration job? they knew he wasn't good as a con man damnit!

    "bring him into the back, I don't want anyone else to see this, bad for business" the vendor says. "ill talk to him later" mike is quickly ushered to the back, and watched until the vendor is ready.

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