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Top of a parking garage

His fingers adjusted the optics on the scope a click as the wind changed. He adjusted his rifle slightly, jotting down some more notes. He looked back through his spotting scope. His stomach rumbled watching the family eat and drink. A familiar thought entered his head. He pictured a warm beach, a chair, the ocean and a tall drink in his hand. "Two more jobs, and I can use some of my savings to take a month off." He said internally. The apartment was tastefully decorated.

He felt a slight buzz at his hip, reaching down he looked at his cell. A new email was waiting to be read. He thought for a moment wether or not too read. Was it really the time? He gave a mental shrug and looked anyways.

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To: Mr. B
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From: C
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Subject: Job
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Change of plans, if you read this, Target has changed. Kill the family. Send a message.

Mr. C

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He blinked several times and looked back through his spotting scope. And sighed, he had strict rules, no women no children. And before him was two women, and an older man. He was frustrated, recently they had been asking a lot of him. Bending his rules one by one. Usually he wouldn't mind they were simple rules like, no day jobs, or no politicians. He didn't mind bending those rules, but these were his core values they were asking him to sabotage. Adjusting his calculations, and shifting his rifle he'd now have a clear shot on the older woman. He paused his inner struggle very real. "Send... a message."
OOC: With Forsythe

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Rampart, High Orbit over P1
The computer waited for a moment, allowing the organic to finish any extra words, it was noticing they were very vocal. “Understand, yes. I am authorized by protocols 4790.33A of the council to speak on behalf of the Coalition. If life is what you choose, requesting to meet with those who can discuss arrangements.” It plopped its frame onto the ground, its legs arching upwards much like an arachnid’s. Its small metal claws returning to its sides, and becoming seamless with its body. “Discussion is closed until further notice.” It opened up its own comms and began to transmit its data back to the destroyer.

The destroyer received the data, where it was processed, it was slightly annoyed that the robotic drone had taken a life of its own. It was working still using proper procedure, but was exploiting a gray area within the 4790.33A whereas it was supposed to relay information back to the council and wait for further instructions. It used a work around that hadn't been properly thought through, it used its former order to bypass the 4790.33a’s instruction and continue to stay with the organics. The destroyer then relayed the order to a receiver on the home world where, its information was passed via the Data Link to which the eleven began to plan and plot on their next course of action, as long as the probe didn't betray them or put them at a disadvantage.

It was the first contact with another species and they were determined not to be eradicated, made slaves or to be pushed off to the side and become ignored. With their future in the hands of a somewhat rogue maintenance droid alls that could be done was wait and see how things would turn out onboard their flagship.

“Then let us depart.” Astra nodded, smiling behind the opaque visor. “Astra to bridge. Wait for them to clear the path then jump back to the Trigati’s position and inform them they have an… ambassador… coming.” the captain ordered, and soon the Rampart was jumping back to the fleet.

FD Trigati - Outskirts of S1
The admiral did not expect this outcome - she expected worse than meeting a species willing to talk. Maybe there was some hope for this universe. Cygnus watched the screen with the Rampart approaching before the docking ports on both ships touched and secured the passage. “I want a guard of four with me in the cargo bay, concealed carry. Let’s not spook them but let’s not trust them too fast either.” she decided before heading out to meet this machine.

After hearing the hiss of the airlock, Astra turned her attention back to the arachnid robot. “We’re here. Gravity will go offline momentarily to allow us to pass through.” she informed. A few seconds later a blue light flashed across the cargo bay and she felt the pull weaken and vanish before grabbing onto a guide rail and pulling herself along between the two ships.

Once they both arrived, the gravity went up again and gently pulled them to the floor of the destroyer. The bay’S door opened, admitting the admiral and her guard. Astra forced a salute out of herself: “I leave our guest in your care now, Admiral.”

Returning the gesture, Cygnus relieved the Captain and looked at the robot in her cargo bay. So, it would appear that Astra was not wrong with her theory. A machine race. Who knew? “I am admiral Cygnus of the Striker fleet. I speak on behalf of our kind. I believe you were already introduced to us and our intentions?” she inquired. Unlike the Captain, the Admiral went straight to the point.

The robotic paused for a moment, its array of sensors washing over the beings. It waited patiently for the organic to finish before speaking “Yes, the information was transferred. Would like a more detailed summary of future plans and intentions.” It squatted down again like it had before when waiting for their transportation. It observed the new ship drinking in all the data.

It had an unnatural urge to attempt to take samples from one of the biologicals. This probably would prove unwise at the time. “Do you have fear of… me?” it fumbled with the word. It hadn’t been programmed to think of itself as one unit but had been a clone. This caused inner confusion, it processed the data then determined it was in fact a single unit now.

Of course the organics should have fear, his core could go thermal and explode causing at least the cargo hold to open up to the outside, taking everything with it. Though the odds of that were astronomical. It used one of its fingered legs to prod at the floor inspecting it. Their material was different than their own. The longer it was alive the more curious it became. It had the old memories of a week old Destroyer, but the destroyer had the knowledge of their entire species. But now it had new memories ones that no others could have unless it relinquished these to the data link. It needed to ponder this..

“Your kind have not threatened us thus far, so we have no reason to fear. I would advise to keep it as such.” Cygnus said confidently. “We merely seek passage through this system. Our FTL is limited and can only follow certain paths, so we would also need to acquire scan data of the subspace field in this system. If you wish to ask for something in return, I am certain we could offer something of value to you. Our government would also not object to any mutual diplomatic and trade relationships above that, and maybe, once we got to know each other better, mutual defense treaty.” the admiral laid out the offer flat.

There was something she was curious about though. “do you speak for all of your kind? We have not detected any transmission outbound from this area. I can set up a private channel for you if you wish to consult with anyone on your world.” she offered as good will, but also to make sure she was not speaking to a nobody.

“I have Authority. These plans are vague, where is it you go?” Its attention now focused on the Admiral. “I would be interested in your knowledge.” Its words were starting to come out faster, and more fluent with each passing sentence. If it could feel, it would feel comfortable. It got up from its crouched position. and began its walk towards the organic.

“I have many questions. A Non-Aggression pact, a trade treaty, for passage and mapping. We have stockpiles of resources, which could be traded for knowledge in military and civic areas. We also have knowledge which could be traded for knowledge.” It waited a moment before speaking once more “Will there be time for questions?” it scuttled a little closer, it quickly did a thread count of the admirals outfit then compared to the others.

Like most AI’s that become sentient, they develop an overwhelming urge to learn. A belief that knowledge is power is strongly held within their system of life. This droid began to wobble its chassis side to side, as the captain had wobbled its top part earlier. It believed that this was some sort of friendly gesture when talking.

“We do not know. We can only detect that there is a jump corridor we can use for travel and it’s stability, not where it leads. In fact, our scanners have not yet determined where this system is in relation to our home, meaning it probably is not all that close.” Cygnus explained. “But if you are interested in knowledge, then we would share all data on what we find where ever the universe leads us, at the very least.”

“If you are looking for a more precise offer, the captain also told us that you have something like an FTL gate in orbit. We would be interested in learning how your faster than light system works. In return, I can offer something we've noticed your ships lack. We developed shielding technology that would dramatically increase the odds of your ships’ survival provided your power grids could sustain them.” the Faira answered. She kept to herself that the raw resources interested her the most. Until they knew more, cygnus wouldn't disclose any weakness they might exploit.

“Just one question. What do we call you and your kind?”
It processed the question, they had never had a name collectively. He waited a moment, then decided at that time. “Robotic Lifeform Collective. R.L.C.”

It approached a separate member of the delegation, it brought up a pointed leg, and gave the organic a little prod. “ Do you have units to spare? We would like to observe them while, there they can observe and learn of the Jump Stations, and teach us of your shielding technology. Maybe more trade deals in the future.” it paused “But you can not map this area until you have signed a nonaggression pact for a duration of one of our lifecycle.”

“Then let’s sign it immediately, and may both of us live forever then. I’ll call upon one of our science ships to deliver a team of engineers to facilitate the exchange of tech. Let us hope this is just a first instance of an alliance.” the admiral smiled for the first time, partly because of their success here, and in part because of Astra’s victorious grin when the probe confirmed the inhabitants of this system were machines once and for all.

Faira Fleetnet News
First contact!
The striker fleet has made contact with a new race in the system beyond Exodus, now christened ‘Machina’. The race encountered calls itself the Robotic Lifeform Collective. As the name suggests, they are a race of machines. It is thus far unclear whether they came to be on their own or were created and by whom, however the admiral of the striker fleet successfully negotiated a cease fire and one of our engineering ships arrived to the R.L.C.’s homeworld to study their FTL technology and also deliver their ambassador back home.

Machina system
the system of the R.L.C. they call simply S1 appears to be rather rich in resources, giving us hope for acquiring some through trade without the need to deploy our mining fleet. the scans of nearby stars revealed that Machina is actually over a sixth of the galactic diameter far from Exodus, once again puzzling our subspace scientists. It was not believed a stable node could exist that would take us this far.

The Striker fleet is now scanning the system for the presence of other Jump nodes. The results should be known within three days. the admiralty will extend an offer to the R.L.C. to participate in the exploration of whatever lies beyond these nodes to further cooperation between our nations.

New FTL technology
From the preliminary report, R.L.C. appear to use an FTL method vastly different to our own. while it relies on static installations. while the method seems prohibitively expensive for us at the moment, it could one day open for us the systems unreachable via our subspace motivators.
Parking garage

He layed on top of a parked moving truck which was also on top of a parking garage. His rifle several feet from the edge hiding it from people below. A white blanket on top of him hid him from aerial observation. There was absolutely no one out at this time, they had all gone in for supper. He let out a deep breath, he jotted down the wind speed and range in his note pad.

He'd created nearly the perfect bullet in the sense that it was perfectly weighed and nearly flawless. Its entire essence was for this moment. If destiny was real, this bullet's would be to end this man's life. He went back to his rifle, it was aimed high and to the left. If wind conditions were sustained, he'd be able to make the perfect shot.

Peeking back through his range finder he observed the family, the only thing that wasn't going perfectly was his "bugs" kept getting interfered with. He'd only catch snippets of their conversation. So far he'd gathered the younger female was the man's daughter, and the man's name was in fact Jim. "Well Jim, I catch you leaking secrets, your nights going to get a hell of a lot shorter." he said to himself.

He reached into a chest pocket and pulled out a strip of jerky and chewed on it, listening to the garbled sounds of the bugs. If he were to take the shot it would be just shy of two miles. Even if he didn't spill the beans in the dinning area he had view of what was to be the man's bedroom according too the Intel he was given.

He slowly chambered the bolt action rifle, allowing the almost perfect bullet to slide into the chamber. He had one shot and only needed one shot, if he didn't kill him which he highly doubted at least it would scare him enough to shut his mouth until he will be able remove him in the near future.

"I'd kill for a vacation to some tropical place, somewhere with beautiful women and endless booze." He thought bitterly. As his head began to throb a little. When ever he got headaches his sight dulled, back to what he assumed what it used too be. It had become so acute that he could see things hundreds of yards away with near perfect celerity. Not to mention he couldn't seem to die. He'd taken four bullets a month a go and lived to tell the tale. If its bad enough it usually knocks him out for several hours before he wakes up. "This old man isn't going to spill any secrets, I otta just take off and go home. Maybe make some Tacos or something." he was thinking out loud now. Something he would never have done if he was working with the military again, or even arcadia.

@Bosco Heck yea! You're good!

@Weird Tales Thanks! I'm glad you decided to stick around! Can't wait to see him in action.
@Asuna Yuuki@Metronome@Bosco@Weird Tales You're all good to post!
Two short years ago

He puffed on the cigarette that was firmly planted between his lips. His gloved fingers wrapped around his steering wheel, the sun was slowly making its way up, he couldn't be sure how long he had been driving for. All the roads and scenery had blurred. After the boarder there was no turning back. He slowed his car to a crawl and waited as the traffic slowly inched up. He couldn't be sure if they worked with Acadia or not. He had no idea, or if they'd search his car. He had documents which could put a lot of powerful men behind bars. It was his only ticket to freedom, if he kept these then they'd never chase him.

"God, this is taking longer than usual, why is there even traffic here?" He thought to himself. He put his cancer stick out and rolled his window down. When the guard approached, he noticed the unusual shaggy beard the Canadian boarder patrol had. He handed him his passport, he was cool, icey cool. He inched his hand towards the edge of his seat, he had a gun there. Then the man handed him his papers back and let him go. He accelerated his car, and left the gate letting out an easy breath. He was home, and free. He had no idea what those bastards had done to him, but they left him with a wicked head ache.

After a few stops and a nap he had made it to Empire. He Ditched the car, and burnt it careful to erase any evidence he was there. Made his way down town and checked into a hotel, using cash and an Assumed name. The next few days he spent looking for an apartment, eventually he found a one that suited him, it wasn't too big and flashy but by no means was it cheap or small. He grabbed his few belongings, and left.

A Few months later
He had all new furniture, pictures and posters. His home felt like a real home, something he hadn't had in years. There were a few places around the apartment which held hidden compartments some for his documents, others for his "defense" measures. He walked into his bedroom, and opened his closet. Originally it had been a large walk in, but he put a false back in and now used it to hold his arms. "God bless the second amendment" he spoke to no one in particular, as he opened the door, and selected a belt and holster. He slid his trusted .45 in, and grabbed his rifle. He closed the door behind him and set out for his contract.

That night he sat ontop of short office building, looking across several streets, through his scope. He watched his target file papers and work on his computer. Several times he had the opportunity to take his life but decided against it. After all, the man had hired him to watch his back. He was a fresh college graduate who happened to now be an engineer, he was onto something big, an engine that was self sustaining. he thought it would remove our dependence on oil completely. And for that he felt he was in constant danger.

His head began to hurt, and his vision blurred for a moment, then became acutely sharper. This happened every now and then, it was weird, but it would return to normal after another head ache. A blacked out SUV marked with Arcadia's shield pulled up out front, four men stepped out strapped with SMG's Before they could enter the building, he layed them out. Their life blood seeped into the cracks of the concrete. His rifle was never heard, it being silence. He packed up and moved location, his new location happened to be two floors down, but with line of sight on his target.

The rest of the night wasn't too much of a bother.

He arrived at the mans house early the next day, for a fat paycheck. He rang the doorbell and waited. A shotgun blast cleared a hole through the door and layed him out on the sidewalk. He sputtered and groaned, blood was dribbling from the corner of his mouth. The door opened and a large man stepped out, he was from acradia, he knew this because they had been friends at one point. Francis McKnight. "Sorry Buckley" he said in his southern accent. He stepped up beside him, Hal's vision was blurring. He reached upwards, and grabbed onto the mans coat. His eyes were wild with anger, and pain. He muttered two words before falling limp "Fuck you."

But something strange happened, he woke up in the trunk of his own car, his hand moved to his chest, it felt raw and it hurt but there was no scatter shot wound. He reached into his pocket and lit his lighter, he felt the car bump, his mind was confused "I shouldn't be alive... whats happening?" He thought. His pistol was in the trunk with him, it would have been okay if he hadn't miraculously survived a fatal wound. He pushed on the square which lead into the cab of the car. He peeked his head through when middle seat folded silently. He managed to crawl half way through before Francis looked into the rear view, both had a look of disbelief. He fired off three shots into the seat, all of them lethal. The car swerved and screeched, they hit a guard rail, then bounced into the other lane and of into a field where the car hit a ditch and rolled.

After awhile of freeing himself he crawled out of the wreckage and wondered off a few feet and sat down. His chest hurt, because a friend who helped him escape betray him, and cause he was sure there was some buck shot left in him. He rubbed his bare chest and struggled to find a cigarette. "Figures you would have taken them off of me you, rat."

Present - Empire City

He sat at his computer waiting, for an email, one he had been waiting on for a week. His contact had an offer, he was to watch an older man, had a family lived a thirty minutes away. There would be perfect vantage points. His job was to eliminate him if he were to leak any secrets. "Blip" his email had one in the box, it was his contact. "Perfect" he said again talking to himself. He grabbed his rifle, and stalked out of the house. He jumped in his new truck and began his drive. HE'd have to wait until nightfall before he could act. Another long night.
@Metronome Wow, amazing character feel free to move him to the character tab.
The Deminutian Empire of the Fathomless Night - Fourth planet

The probe detected life on the planet, though whether it was plant or animal it was unsure. It filled its data banks with last minute information and dropped its black box. The box reverted course and made its way towards the jump station, taking with it the engine of the probe. The AI used the small jets to change its course aiming towards a large body of water. As it entered the atmosphere of the planet it increased shielding to prevent burn up on re-entry.

The probe housed a friendly message that could be converted to an inhabitant's language, several data packages on the Robotics that had constructed it and a general history. Coordinates to their home system was left out. With final preparation done with re-entry, it again adjusted course, aiming for the center of the lake. As it fell from the sky, it did another scan, and again it picked up the lifeforms confirming that there were animals and flora. Wishing it had saved the black box, it began to fill its own AI memory banks, just incase it could return. Repulser jets flared up and the shield dropped.

Its descent was greatly reduced, and before it had its splash landing large bags expanded giving it a pillowed splashed down. Its entire form concealed, waiting to be towed ashore. multiple metal hoops were stationed around its protective pillows. While waiting it thought…

The small space craft, which had been released earlier, slipped into the atmosphere behind the probe imitating debris burning off it veered off course earlier and headed for the lush forests below. Their mission was to run covert ops, if talks were to fall through. They had weapons and supplies, enough to hold out for awhile. Their ship scanned the surface below taking in all the Plant life and any wildlife. Their cloaking device humming in the back of the ship, a constant reminder that they had that as a protection measure. Setting the ship down a little ways past the forest, they made a soft landing and waited for the distress signal.
Well now that they're gone I'm good with everyones sheets, if you have a problem with something I wanted changed let me know and give me some explanation I'm willing to work with you.

If you've been accepted you're allowed to post in IC I'll be posting tomorrow!
@Weird Tales I liked him a lot! just a few things about his powers, First the Hell fire animals, now with this they seem alittle over powered, I would feel better if they were tonned down a bit like, they should be able to be defeated by the bad guys, maybe an average thug couldn't but we don't want to Spam any of them and have them single handedly kill all of our enemies if we were to face an invasion. Also Spamming attacks I could see Eldrich blast being one thats okay to spam but for the most part the other ones seem pretty strong border line over powered. The Mind attack, again wouldn't mind if it could turn thugs away but id like it to not work as well on the villains or foes we're going to face. The armor one looks good though.

Other than that I really love your character and want you to slide him over to the Character tab.
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