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8 twiddled his electronic fingers. Vayes usually had a plan, after all, he was the captain, but he didn't seem to be coming up with ideas this time around. Exasado was trying to drawing in her small chair behind Vayes on a tablet she had brought along with her; it usually was there when she had nothing to do, or whenever she wanted to express a little artistic talent. 8 took a look at the screen; she was drawing a Nunexian dragon; they hadn't seen one of those for years. Suddenly, the sound of an explosion and the ship shaking snapped them all back into reality. Vayes quickly looked out at the dreadnaught; no exterior debris. The explosion should have come from inside. "8, detach and convert to the drill. We're going in." 8 responded quickly, turning the nose of the ship into a cylindrical drill. "Use the melters this time around. You remember the last time we came in through solid steel with a buzzsaw, ahah." Vayes said. With a hiss and a few pops of molten steel bubbles, the heat came through the hull of the cruiser. Opening up the inside of the drill, Vayes and Exasado walked through. There were no pirates around, as far as they could tell. "Nice choice on the entrance location" Exasado quipped. Vayes grumbled and swatted away the charred clothing. The closet door, fortunately, opened from both sides. 8 managed an audible chuckle from the HUD before closing the hatch. He would stay, of course, but any possibilities of the wrong bounty hunter climbing in was not a risk he wanted to take.

Vayes sighed happily. None of the pirates seemed to have noticed their entrance. Unsheathing his laser pistols, he stood in the bedroom for a moment. Some voices could be heard down the hall; "Tomas said he had disabled the bomb, the dumb f***. I'd like to stab him in the heart, but he's already dead, ahahaha." the other pirate moaned. "You know what, just shut up. Shut up! Your ass got us here in the first place, grabbing the mops to clean up the blood. Shut your face, shut it, shut it, shut it!" "Hey man, no need to be like that. At least you don't have to interrogate the captain. I heard he's a crude bastard." "I'd much rather be in the cafeteria with the captain than here, talking s***, with you!" The two voices stalked off a short while later, apparently having grabbed all the cleaning utensils they needed. Vayes smiled. Perhaps this bounty would be easier than he thought.

"Saying he's adaptable is an understatement. I prefer to use flexible."
Vessel name: Sentinel 8
Vessel identification number: 888888
Vessel history: The last remaining ship from a fleet unknown. The ship itself is sentient, and regards itself as 8. Although 8 cannot speak, he is able to communicate through the HUD in the cockpit with a monotone male voice. Currently Vayes [The captain] is the only one who has been told the ships relations towards the universe. He wrote down his conversation with 8:

The goal of my fleet remains unknown to those who have not yet been destroyed. I am the counterpart to my own brethren in that I seek their destruction while they seek the destruction of others. I came to be approximately 4000 years ago on a planet known as Arcronia, nearly 400 million lightyears from our current location. Our creators built each of us as their own personal partner. In this region of the universe, one cannot imagine bringing up a technological artifact as an accomplice or as a student, but our knowledge and pre-invested intelligence allows us to understand feelings, emotions, doubt, reasoning, logic. I was given to a man known as Axron. I still carry a databank with pictures of him. He was my father and my teacher. Piloting me around the galaxy of which we lived in, we christened ourselves vigilantes, striking down foes who betrayed the essense of good. As I've explained to you before, I was the 8th ship out of 20 just like me, varying in size and power. I am 8th in that ranking, being able to shift with a charge required. After a training period of 1000 years, as our creators were immortal, you see, myself and my 19 other brothers assembled and formed a fleet. Ventex, they called us. I thought it was a suitable name for a ship, maybe not a fleet, but we were just the transportation. We started lovely, helping win good wars across the galaxy, our homeworld peaceful and proud of their renowned heroes. But slowly, the leadership of ships 1 and 2 waned. 2 slowly became envious of 1, although it was not shown to our creators. After another 1000 years of Ventex, 2 confronted 1 about switching places. All of us look the exact same in our normal state, you see. 2 thought it would be a fine idea to trade places for a little while, although 1 was not impressed with his modesty. On the next mission, 2 disobeyed his masters tactics, and was destroyed when a missile flew straight into the engine and hit the main power cell. Our creators turned on each other, as to why 2 had failed to obey. They blamed us. Me and my brethren were thrown aside, replaced with exact copies of the same name and personality. 1 came to all of us, as we sat, useless, in a hangar back on Arcronia. "We understand their principles. We know what we are, and we are capable of fighting where they are not. There are 19 of us now, but Ventex still remains in our hearts. Each one of you represents a part of me. While we may be able to shift, morph, change who we look like, we will remain connected to each other by our past. We are brothers. Venturing into the universe, doing right where there is wrong. Follow me now." and with that, 1 swooped into the sky. All of us followed him; we had nowhere else to go. Pass another 1000 years by; our creators have turned evil. They are the opposite of what they used to be, and they see us, their past creations, filling in where they had left off. And so, they came for us. 18 of my brothers and myself, their 20 and their might. We fought, clashed, laid down our lives for a purpose that was easily filled by any other man in the universe. At the end, only 1 and myself had survived. I would have been dead if 3 had not sacrificed himself to protect me. Our experience in battle was superior to theirs. We knew how space worked, we knew how we flew better than they did. Of course 2 was the only one left on their side. He had seen the wrong in his masters action and had killed his creator from the inside. But he was not turned to good. 'I view our creators as inferior weaklings whose evil is reminiscent of a baby strangling a cat. If you two, you puny two, would like to defeat me, please, charge your cannons and fire. But know that you killed the last of your brothers. I will not shoot back. If you kill me, you only hurt yourself.' 1 was slowly falling apart besides me. As I had said, we understand emotions, and thus, we understand our brethren for how they feel. I could feel 1 crying inside. He saw 2 in the 2 across from us. 1 sent me a final message before he moved:

"Find your path. Continue our goal, but make sure to never fail like I did here. Be merciless, but respectful. You, as my last brother, are all I have left. The least you can do for me, and for what we stand for, is continue down the hall where I collapsed to the floor. Best of luck, brother."

Morphing into a hollow sphere, 1 surrounded the opposing 2, facing his engine towards the inside. Powering up a full charge, 1 fired his engine, creating an implosion, destroying both himself the 2 inside.

I wandered for a few hundred years. Over time, I found my way to you, Vayes. I see a leader inside of you. I see 1.

8 had wandered to a trading post just outside of the Ghost's Cradle sector. Vayes, 18 at the time, found him there in the hangar bay, staring into the sky, or rather, sitting motionless like a ship normally would. Turning into the Captain upon the moment of finding the ship, Vayes brought along his partner, Exasado, and the two moved into 8.

Vessel occupation: A scout class capable of morphing into any shape, using the cockpit as a central pivot point. Depending on the complexity of the maneuver, the amount of time required to execute scales upwards in intervals of 5 seconds, to a maximum of 50 seconds. However, the stabilizers and mechanics of the ship must charge for the same amount of time before being able to do the move. Lastly, the perform a second maneuver, the morph must be reset back to the normal state of the ship, taking the same amount of time to retract as to split.

Turn into a cube: 45 seconds
Charge time: 45 seconds
Time to execute: 45 seconds
Time to retract to normal state: 45 seconds
Total: 135 seconds to execute the move and immediately reverse back to normal state.

Think of a Rubix cube and how it rotates around the central ball. That's what I'm doing here, using the cockpit as the pivot point.

Crew members:

Name: Vayes

Appearance [+]

Age: 24
Bio: Born on Surabachi, a planet known for clinging on to older principles and society, Vayes grew up in an enviroment much like the Wild West, albeit with advanced technology and weaponry. Bounty Hunters lurked in the shadows while armed guards stood in sight everywhere, laws being placed as a guideline, not as a rule. With quarrels between people usually solved with a firearm, Vayes is amazingly proficient with a pair of laser pistols he owns. His left hand holds "Burn" while his right holds "Dust", and he usually refers to them individually, rarely regarding them as a set.

Pistol Appearance [+]

Each has a power cell inside that powers them for up to 600 shots without a need for a reload, although they can only be recharged in a special station inside of 8. The ship gave Vayes the guns when he became Captain; they were the only items found on 8, although Vayes considers asking 8 where they came from. They fire a blue beam of energy when used that burns any in the path of the laser; the beam itself stretches for about 30 feet before dissipating, making them frustrating to use at long range. However, they are hot enough to melt through weaker metals and easily burn through wood or organic materials.

Vayes had a somewhat normal life, his father being an instructor at a nearby military school. Contrary to what most would think, his father tended to not care about Vayes' discipline and behavior; as such, Vayes grew up with a slightly more observant and less pressured outlook. Staying silent unless needing to talk, he tends to figure out problems on his own rather than seek out help. However, Exasado is an outlet for him and his problems, and he usually seeks her out before trusting himself, if necessary. He met Exasado back on his home planet; she was one of the students his father taught, although not very good in the academy. Attempting to teach her a few extra techniques, Vayes incurred the wrath of his father, who although not an aggressive man, was extremely strict on how to raise a child to their peak physical ability. An outside influence, even if it was his son, did not seem to meet his fathers standards. Having a massive argument with his father, Vayes left the house with Exasado and they drifted around the planet for a while, moving from town to town. Getting a ride off of the planet, they happened upon a trading station near The Ghost's Cradle and acquired a ship. Now both 17, they wandered into the Cradle and collected their gear and weaponry through searching in old ships. During that time, they also formed a bond to each other that would make them near-perfect partners in combat and strategy. A year later, they found 8. Ever since then, Vayes has traveled as a bounty hunter/vigilante with Exasado and 8. He carries a vibro-sword on his back for very close combat.

Vibro-Sword [+]

-- Is extremely perceptive and logical for his age.
-- Occasionally speaks with metaphors and phrases that require some deconstruction, and is a master conversationalist.
-- Was taught Xef by his father, mastering it by age 13. [a form of efficient, agile kickboxing]
-- Loves movies, and has a habit of trying out some of the combat techniques employed in some of his favorite action flicks.
Race: Human

Name: Exasado
Age: 23

Appearance [+]

Bio: Exasado never knew her parents. She was born and then given straight to the Military Academy of Cines, a prestigious school on the far side of Surabachi. Her entire life was focused around the Academy, never leaving it until her and Vayes left the city when she was 15. Proficient with most firearms, she fills in for Vayes' lack of range by being extremely adept with a railgun:

Railgun Appearance [+]

She very rarely strays from Vayes' side, so both can cover for each other in the according ranges of combat. She carries two daggers on her back just in case someone gets too close, and is accomplished with those as well.

Dagger Appearance [+]

-- A decent mechanic, being able to fix 8 manually while being instructed.
-- Has an amazing amount of endurance built off of the foundation of living at the Academy for most of her life.
-- Adept in Xef, a form of efficient, agile kickboxing.
-- Enjoys drawing.

Name: 8
Age: +-4000
Appearance: See picture of the ship above.
Bio: See Vessel History.
Personality: Extremely noble and loyal to Vayes, 8 is calm and cool even when he himself faces life-threatening situations. Knowing his own capabilities and limits to a T, Vayes lets him do most of the piloting, although 8 allows his Captain to do any and all talking. Surprisingly, the ship has a lot of experience regarding emotional concerns and dilemna's, often providing comfort or advice to Exasado and Vayes.
-- Shares an odd bond with Vayes, occasionally watching movies with him and commenting on them.

Features: The ship, besides being able to morph into nearly any shape, carries a single lightweight cannon attached directly to the cockpit. It cannot be moved or repositioned with rest of the ship. It functions off of the same mechanics as the pistols Vayes carries, although how it charges is unknown. Each beam fired is powerful enough to melt through basic hull armor, although not able to penetrate high-level shields. Each shot requires 3 minutes of charge time, stacking to a maximum of 60 shots charged. After a shot, another 30 seconds is required before being able to fire again.

The speed of the ship is average among Scouts, nothing miraculous. The ship has no shields, instead putting on a slightly more durable sheet of armor. The armor itself can stand metal projectiles, although laser weapons and rail guns are capable of puncturing it, when of a higher quality.

Although not tall, entrance to the ship requires a small jump to get in, about 3 feet off of the ground. Entrance is through the back of the thruster[see below].

The engine of the ship, again, functions on the same principles as the cannon and Vayes' pistols. Requiring a charge of 1 hour to make a lightspeed jump, the thrusters themselves fire a beam similar in heat and color to the cannon, albeit much larger and dissipating after a few feet, making them near-useless as weapons, although they can be if used at extremely short range. At that point, assume the power = 4x the cannon. The engine charges over time at the rate of 120 mph = maximum speed before the engine starts to use more than it can charge. Fully running out of energy for the engine will cause it to stop completely until there is enough power to return to 120 mph. However, the beam out of the engine is aimed in such a way that the engine itself does not overheat, allowing the thruster to be walked through.

Height/Weight/Length: About 28 feet from engine flaps to point of nose. Around 2 tons total in weight, not very heavy. When on stabilizers, about 13 feet high.
Rooms: The cockpit, which contains the recharging station for Vayes' pistols and a closet with food supplies, and a small room with two bunks and a storage closet below.
Everything else: The storage closet contains a small collection of movies, additional ammo for Exasado's railgun, and a few tools and parts for repairing 8 if needed.

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