Fatal Error 1337

The Superhero Guild

The moment she spoke being capable of invading his mind Sarthis reflexively began concentrating on the mental barriers he'd been taught over a decade ago whilst he was in officer training. Long before he came to earth, they weren’t capable of stopping more powerful mind readers just annoying them but it prevented passive readings.

Then almost as suddenly she came, the strange little human he now knew as Illos walked away but not before warning Sarthis of a room belonging to someone named Orren. Though her comments on radioactive particles and severed limbs worried Sarthis the most. Either she was trying to color his opinions of the other before he even met them or she was telling the truth.

'Stop being so paranoid.' He berated himself. She's probably just being what humans considered funny. They had this strange habbitt of associating sarcasm with humor. Sarthis, still not knowing exactly where to go, headed down the nearest hallway with his cargo following close behind. Less than a hundred meters down the hall he saw a man wearing dark coveralls, a maintenance worker Sarthis figured. He was standing on a ladder working on a flickering light in the ceiling.

“Excuse me sir. I’m trying to find secure storage for my cargo. I was hoping you could point me in the right direction.”

“Secure storage is down one floor, cargo elevators are back at the entrance down the other hall. I’ll call security for you and they can send…” The worker froze mid-sentence as he looked away from his work and saw Sarthis, his eyes going wide. He was up a couple steps on the ladder but was only just above eye level with Sarthis.

Sarthis had seen this look before on other humans, usually followed shortly by them running away or yelling for help. Usually both. Thankfully having encountered this situation multiple times Sarthis had run into this reaction he’d been working on defusing these situations.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry. I was just given security clearance this morning.” He said, raising his hands in front of him with his palms facing the worker in a submissive gesture he’d seen humans often use.

“Uh, o… okay.” He stammered. He body was still tensed in fear.

“You were saying something about security?” Sarthis asked.

“U… uh ya. I can, um, call them. Get them to… to send someone to help, I mean, give you the code for one of the storage areas.” The worker stuttered out.

“Thank you.” Sarthis backed away a couple steps before turning around and walking down the hall. Not wishing to risk an incident. Though he was worried that security hadn’t been briefed on his arrival, he suspected a more violent outcome if they had a similar reaction.

Once he reached the storage area the worker had told he of Sarthis spotted another human, though this one was wearing a vest with the human word for security written on it. The human spotted him at the same time, though this time he approached Sarthis.

“Welcome, you must be Sarthis.” He said, extending his hand.

Sarthis found this an odd method of greeting but accepted the man’s hand, mindful not to squeeze or shake too hard. Accidently dislocating one shoulder was enough. “How is the man upsairs? I’m afraid I startled him somewhat.” Sarthis asked.

“Oh he’s fine, just a little shook up. He’s gonna raise hell at the next meeting though about maintenance staff not being kept in the loop. Truth is we only got your file three hours ago. Your storage unit is this way.” The guard said pointing to a set of metal doors just down the hall. Once they reached the door the guard set Sarthis’ card to activate a glass panel on the wall next to the door. After swiping the card the glass panel began glowing.

“Alright, place your hand here.” The guard said pointing to the panel.

Sarthis placed his hand on the glass, the light blinked twice. “That should do it.” Said the guard. Sarthis removed his hand from the panel, the words ‘ID Saved: Sarthis’ now on the panel. “Okay now you just use your card to activate the panel then you place your hand on the panel to open the door.”

“Okay.” Sarthis repeated the steps. After placing his hand on the panel he heard several loud metallic clunks from the door before the doors parted retreating into the walls. The room on the other side was more than large enough to store his cargo and what he’d left in his ship twice over. “This will do nicely. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, we should have your personal comlink ready tomorrow. Take care.” The guard said before walking down the hallway.

Sarthis moved the Cargo Pad into the room then shut it down causing it to gently sink to the floor. He removed a crate from the pile, unlocking it and removing a signal booster relayed to his ships’ computer. Once turned on his data pad began beeping, that meant the signal was established. Sarthis grabbed the pad and confirmed the uplink.

“DoT?” Sarthis spoke to his ships’ AI through the pad.

“Yes sir?”

“I want you to search another human under the alias Illos. Compile another dossier and send it to me when you’re done.”

“Aye sir.”

“While you’re at it scan local frequencies, see if you can find the frequency the heroes are using. I’d like to get in contact with them before tomorrow.

“Orders received, working. Signal isolated, transmission decoded, Heroes Guild members en route to current location.”

“Thank you DoT.”

Sarthis headed upstairs to meet his new companions, the first of which was Fallout. Who merely said hello before hurrying onward, Sarthis returned the hello but he didn’t seem to notice. Sarthis noticed some damage to Fallout’s armor, probably the reason for his briefness. Sarthis made his way to the entrance where he planned to meet someone.

“Sir, another transmission.” Sarthis jumped, forgetting he’d taken his data pad with him.

“What does it say?” He asked the AI.

“Guys, I found them. By the looks of the map, their near the old Grocery store on Fairview. I have a feeling Frosty's expecting us. Subject identified as Ichor.” DoT replied.

“Patch me in DoT.”

“You are now transmitting.”

“This is Sarthis, hope I’m not too late to tag in.” Sarthis said, using a human saying he found appropriate.

The Superhero Guild

Gah! I'm making an annoyingly long post again to try and play catch-up with everyone. I hate it when this happens.

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I'd have had my post up tonight but I was forced to leave my desktop behind for the night. I should have it up tomorrow.

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Would there be anyone else inside the guild facility other than the heroes? Like support staff or something, maybe maintenance personnel since I have a hard time envisioning Orren changing light-bulbs in the ceiling or Collin mopping the floors.

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Well I was planning on him turning on a TV and seeing the news, figured a bunch of heroes in the same place would be a popular thing to report on. Then he'd use his armors built in comms to contact them.

Update: Okay, I'd missed that little detail IC.

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Venom I have a question, is there a particular reason that Illos found a hand in the hallway?

Rites of Passage

Awesome, I was beginning to worry.

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Sarthis was surprised at the sudden appearance of the small human, it wasn't often that someone managed to sneak up on him. He quickly assessed her as she made mildly insulting guesses at his name. Clothing was a little too conservative for what he knows heroes to normally wear. And her reference to the other heroes as "ragamuffins" and using the word "they" was peculiar. Oh, and the fact that she just dropped from what he now saw was an open vent in the ceiling. All this was telling him that she either didn't belong here or was new herself. He decided to talk with her more before he jumped to any further conclusions.

"I was finally cleared to enter the facility this morning. I guess one could say I'm the new guy, or more accurately 'a' new guy." He tried not to be too obvious in his observance of her reactions to his words but he doubted she had much experience in reading the facial expressions of his race. "Mostly I'd just like to find a place where I could store my belongings." He said, gesturing to the large pile of metallic crates adorning the hovering Cargo Pad. "Preferably somewhere secure. I don't suppose you would happen to know of such a place? But I forget my manners, my name is Sarthis. What may I call you?"

In Sarthis' experience, nothing set a dishonest person on edge like extreme politeness. They had a habit of hearing it like you were mocking them in some way. Like you knew something they didn't or wasn't falling for a lie they'd told. And if she didn't have some ulterior motive, worst case was that he'd come off as condescending or arrogant.

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Sarthis walked along the road that led up the mountain to the Hero Guild HQ. He'd been told to bring everything he'd need since heroes usually decided to live on site, so his only operational Cargo Pad hovered along side him, quietly humming. He'd loaded it well over its recommended capacity but he didn't feel like making too many additional trips to the mountain lair, it took a long time to reach the place when you were forced to sticking to countryside and back-roads. He'd grabbed everything he thought he'd need, from clothing to hygiene supplies. But most of his cargo was his armor, weapons and whatever included parts he could find. Last thing he wanted was some local to find one of his weapons.

As he continued his trek uphill along black asphalt he grabbed his data pad he'd left sitting on the Cargo Pad and continued his reading. It consisted of whatever he'd managed to dig up on the current residents of the Guild, wanting to get an idea of who he was going to be working with. He'd already read up on Ichor and Perriot. Most of what Sarthis had been able to find on Ichor was videos of him either fighting or yelling at someone, Sarthis wasn't thrilled at the prospect of working with someone that angry but he's worked worse he supposed. However Perriot had next to no information available, most he could find was an old traveling performance advertisement with his image on it.

He continued reading, Firefly, Kickstart and Zer0. He'd just started reading his dossier on Fallout when the large main entrance to the underground facility finally came into view. He placed the data pad back with his belongings and rummaged through one of his bags looking for a card he'd been given. Supposedly it would allow him access to the building until he could get his I.D. card. Upon finding it he approached a console next to the door, he ran the magnetic strip through the reader like he'd been informed and found himself slightly amused by the archaic technology. The console beeped twice before the large double doors began drawing open accompanied by the loud whirring of machinery. The Cargo Pad followed him through the doors, its gentle hum filling the brief silence that existed before the doors closed behind him.

He'd been told that the guild had been informed of his coming but his knowledge of humans, though limited, suggested he still announce himself since there was no one present.

"Hello?" He called, his voice echoing in the large room. "Is anyone there?" More echoing. He decided he'd wait a minute or so for someone to arrive before continuing in on his own.

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Here ya go. This guy is being recycled from another RP so feel free to let me know if you want any changes made.
I present to ye, the wall'o'text!

Sarthis

Name: Sarthis
Alias: (Doesn't have one yet)
Age: 67 Earth Years (species equivalence is 28)
Gender: Male

Personality: Would be considered an introvert by most, though it has more to do with his culture as it is seen as polite to let the other person speak first (Unsurprisingly this has led to an enormous amount of uncomfortable silences on his home world). Is quite friendly once engaged in conversation but has a habit of correcting others. Will always do what he perceives is the right thing to do, normally whatever does the greatest good. Will NEVER endanger the lives of civilians and hates those that do.

Powers: Great strength and endurance due to binary cardiovascular system. Extensive armed and unarmed combat training. Is a bit of a tactician from his military training. Trained in the operation and maintenance of all MK-IV Assault Armor variants and the many weapons employed by the Inter-Planetary Council. Extensive knowledge of Inter-Planetary law.

Equipment:1 Type 2 shuttle: Modified (Long range shuttle with living quarters for 5, 4 modified for external locking. Armory containing light, heavy and non-lethal armaments. Med-bay capable of holding 2 patients. Weapons and shields modified for air-to-ground engagements. Long range communication capabilities.)
1 MK-IV Modular Powered Assault Armor (Modular is fancy talk for customizable. Two Mag-lock shoulder mounts for heavy weapons (AI guided). An artificial layer of muscle inside the suit increases his strength, to the point where he can easily flip over a small car. Real-time up link to deployable UAV, providing accurate HUD overlay of targets. Integrated sensory equipment giving detailed scans on target. On-board "Dumb" AI for all your hacking and remote shuttle piloting needs. Two forearm mounted mag-locks, usually equipped with deployable bayonets each 2' in length.)

Appearance: Sarthis is a member of an Inter-Planetary Council race called the Krilly (Krillitian is the posesive spelling). They are a race of large, bipedal saurians, though they appear reptilian (scales, tail, claws, etc.) they are warm-blooded. They also poses a binary cardiovascular system (two hearts), giving them increased strength and endurance. Sarthis himself has a dark grey coloring that lightens towards the front and darkens on his back, he has light blue eyes with slitted pupils and stands at 7' 8" tall normally but reaches 8' wearing his armor. Normally wears a sensor body suit that goes on under his armor to allow quick doning of said armor.

History:Once a Commander with the Inter-Planetary Councils' military, he was forced to leave when an operation to capture 3 Zahr terrorists ended in their escape. This was due to Commander Saris' refusal to confirm Orbital Strike coordinates on a facility that the terrorists were using as a safe house, due to unconfirmed reports of civilians in the facility. It was later discovered that the civilians in the facility had been exposed to a weaponized virus and their survival resulted in thousands of deaths. Sarthis was used as a scapegoat by his commanders for the public outcry that resulted from the attack.
After his dismissal, Sarthis liquidated most of his property to purchase a used Type 2 shuttle and began his career as a bounty hunter. After several successful years of bounty hunting his most recent capture revealed some very important intel on the location of Fa'Hris Zin, one of the three terrorists that had kill thousands due to his inaction.
Seeing his chance at redemption, he immediate went to investigate and confirm the intel. Upon arriving at the planet he was able to not only identify Fa'Hris, but also learned of his plans to detonate a small nuclear device at the local spaceport. Deciding that notifying the Council would take too long, launched a one-man assault on Fa'Hris' compound. He was successful, either killing or capturing Fa'Hris' forces to be arrested by the local authorities, prevented the nuclear device from being armed and capturing one Fa'Hris Zin (slightly used).
After contacting a council representative, Sarthis was directed to deliver Fa'Hris Zin to Council Military Base Zeada in a near-by system. However, after only a days travel, Sarthis was engaged by two ships, one a shuttle like his, the other a fighter craft. With his communications jammed and a ship not being design for aerial combat, he headed for a near-by unclaimed solar system in an attempt to outrun them. Hours of flying through planetary rings and skimming Gas-Giants and trading fire with the two ships, he'd not managed to lose his pursuers and his old shuttle didn't have much fight left in it. So he decided on a risky course of action and headed for the systems asteroid belt.
He managed to destroy the fighter in the asteroid belt but not before it dealt a crippling blow to his shuttles engines, the explosion knocking him unconscious. He woke a few moments later to find the enemy shuttle docking with his. Scrambling to his feet, he tried to lock down the ship but found himself lock out of the ships computer. A small bump from the other ship confirmed it was too late to lock them out, so he locked himself in the cockpit by manually locking to door. After several minutes of trying to regain control of his ships computer and a dull thwump of an explosion, the other shuttle detached itself from his. Almost immediately Sarthis' ship began to move as well (although sluggishly), checking the navigation readout he saw that a course had been plotted that would send him into the systems star. After passing the systems fourth planet he began to regain some navigational control, though not enough to change course much.
Struck with yet another risky plan (though others may have said suicidal), the only way for him to regain control would be to engage the emergency landing auto-pilot and for that he needed a planet. The only planet with a breathable atmosphere in the system was getting larger as he created phantom debris in the navigational computer to force him into the gravity well of the planet, forcing the ship to land, hopefully. It worked! as his shuttle was pulled towards the planet the emergency auto-pilot engaged, however he had forgotten to take one factor into account. His speed. The shuttle slammed into the planets atmosphere, sending Sarthis into a wall and structural integrity alarms blaring. He dragged himself into the pilots chair, dizzy from the blow, and strapped himself in. His last thought before losing consciousness again was ' I wonder if the natives are friendly?'.
After spending months being poked and prodded by scientists and interrogation by military official who seemed convinced he was an invasion of one, he'd been released to his ship which had been heavily damaged in the crash. It was an odd situation, Sarthis had never been to a planet that had no contact with the rest of the galactic community and had been advised to steer clear of the population as he was likely to cause an incident. So he stuck to the ruins of his ship, salvaging what he could and even managed to get his communications working enough to access the planets main information database, something they called the internet. Shortly he learned of the troubles this planet was having, criminals with strange powers seemed to pop up every now and again and cause some kind of disaster. The only individuals capable of stopping them were called "Super Heroes" but they were not always successful. Seeing no better way to spend his time stuck on this planet, Sarthis was able to use his access to the internet to offer his services in aid of the local heroes.
After his offer was accepted he was subject to more poking and prodding though less invasive this time and testing to take a measure of his abilities. He was accepted, though not before being made VERY aware of the guilds' "no kill" policy. Now, less than a year after crashing, he stands outside of a large bunker entrance part way up the base of a small mountain. The entrance to the Horeos Guild.