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GRPHQ (Spaaaace)
Galactic Republic Peacekeepers Headquarters, quite the mouthful. Specialist branch, if you were going to be specific, and if Hunter had his way everything would be; down to the smallest detail. He had walked in through those great arched double doors on the mobile space station, Orion, a scorched and blackened mess. Before he’d even been allowed off his ship decontamination teams had sprayed the entire structure and practically bombed him with detergents. If his armour hadn’t still been sealed the process would have been far more unpleasant still, luckily he hadn’t suffered a breach. Though if he had he probably wouldn’t have been alive to tell his tale, or rather, deliver his report. Telling stories was not his style.
It was sometimes a little daunting, realising that this entire space station and all six hundred and fifty-five souls upon it were dedicated to one thing, one resource. The Hunter. Him. They were his operators, his support teams, his engineers, quartermasters, scientists and medics. They did their jobs though, and he did his. No need to be humble, he would serve his purpose, carry out his missions, and likely die before his time. These souls would see many a Hunter pass through, if history was anything to tell by. People died slow of age these days, most had probably seen double digits of different people fill the mantle he currently filled. Point being, though it was sometimes a little daunting, it was never that daunting. Not for him. It really didn’t affect him either way in the end.
He was ushered out of his armour almost as soon as he cleared those double doors and entered the main-hall proper. The station was laid out simply, there was the main hall with entry to the majority of the different sectors, and those few sectors with lesser importance or in rare cases greater importance could be accessed through elevators positioned along the hall. Living quarters were found further down, but Hunter seldom traversed down there. His own living quarters were up above, the penthouse suite if such a thing has much meaning on a space station. Even there he was seldom found. Hunter was addicted to his work, or perhaps there was just a lot of it. Either way, he was on mission more often than he was off it.
Stripped down to casual-wear, which resembled nothing of the sort as a strict jacket-trousers like one-piece combination made of a strange plastic like material, he strode swiftly down the hall. Those few that were not immediately working stopped and saluted him as he passed in the fashion of the Galactic Republic (namely a step-to with a hand over one’s shoulder) to which he nodded in reply. Honestly, he did not cut such an impressive figure outside of his armour. His face was harsh and gaunt, grey in colouration, with large eyes and pointed ears. He was not so dissimilar from a human, though his shoulders were fairly broad his six foot seven inches of height gave him an oddly lanky build none-the-less. He seemed almost unnaturally thin, and he moved with a grace that was almost supernatural to look at. He was quick though, and unmistakably powerful in an athletic way. A perfect agent, many would have said.
Not that he paid that sort of talk any mind. He’d earn what he wished from long service and success. So far he had managed the first of those tasks, and enough of the second. Little did he know he was about to be assigned the hardest mission he’d yet undertaken. Fresh from the Sakakt, he wouldn’t have believed it until he’d lived it. But live it he would, soon, Keia was waiting after all. Never with good news, unfortunately. He walked into her office, positioned purposely next door to the command centre.
“Ksleiasia salaisa, shea ossa sill saorplaas.”
Keia Hail, the hunt is complete.
“Sahusanar salaisa, sa salsor.”
Hunter Hail, as always.
“Si sorod ssat ssetsur ssis si shakdor.”
I would not return if I failed.
The grey faced woman sat in her office regarded Hunter for a moment, her feminine features giving her otherwise similar appearance to the agent a far kinder visage. Where he was gaunt, her face was narrow, perhaps angular, but it had character. She was bald, but her skin did not retain the same coarseness as his own, it was far more smooth, and her eyes were alight with intelligence where his burned with fervour. She was tall, but not quite as tall as him, and her body curved not unlike a human woman. Though what other similarities she shared with human biology were not currently up for debate. She too was adorned in the strict attire that passed for casual wear on the station, but it stuck to her well, she looked good while Hunter looked oddly awkward in his own outfit. He was made for armour, she was made for this. And she was done thinking.
“Saida.” She said, though their voices lacked that vital human component that expressed sadness or melancholy, there were other signs that only Hunter and the few others of his race that still remained within the Republic could pick up on. This was coupled with her use of an adage only their people made use of. It translated well into English.
Truth.
"Sehy."
Yes.
“Now, as you may have guessed, the branch requires your services once again. Hunter.”
For a creature as stoic as Hunter to start and wince in surprise was no common occurrence, in fact, Keia wished she had been recording his reaction at the moment she jumped into English without warning. It was not a language he had heard before, and its words were crude and blunt in comparison to their own. Even as she had spoken his neural implant would be working itself into overdrive, calculating intonation and grammar, word placement, referencing data-banks. Before the first word had even left her thin but not unattractive lips he would have understood the gist of what she was saying. Now the question was whether he would be able to think up a reply. The way the device worked was odd, it never changed the language one thought in per-se, but when it detected the need for it, it translated ones very thoughts into the words of the language they needed to access. Even now, Hunter’s natural thoughts had been replaced by an alien tongue he did not understand, but at the same time, he knew every word.
“What is this bastard language.” He spat, composure still somewhat unsettled. “Is this the tongue of indigenous peoples?” He stopped himself before he asked anything else, there was no point continuing to ask the questions that burned the hottest, Keia would answer as she willed. It was her way. Part of the reason why she was hired, part of the reason why he could never really like her. She controlled every conversation they shared with an iron will.
“You will be sent to the planet of terra, Earth. It lies within the milky way galaxy, it is the only garden world in its solar system, so we have left it in isolation until this point. It is a sub-T1 civilisation, though it is estimated to reach T1 within sixty-four cycles, nearly one hundred years by Earth estimates.” She smirked. “Oh, and to answer your question, it is one of the predominant, and in the case of your mission most relevant, languages of humanity, the dominant species on Earth.”
“Primitives then.” He waited.
“Not so, but I suppose you would see them as such. Perhaps even less so in recent times, the full dossier is here, but I will give you a summary regardless. You are to visit this planet and reconnoitre a region at 45.25° N, 69.44° W, it is colloquially referred to as the city of Lost Haven. There, you will seek out the cause of a major biological disturbance responsible for the sudden and seemingly irreversible changes in the ‘human's’ DNA. They are manifesting strange and dangerous abilities beyond their natural capacity. Your mission parameters will adjust in scope to what information you return with. Do you understand.”
“Sehy.”
Yes
“Go then.”
Nas Ssetsur
And return…
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The City of Lost Haven
(Location evident)
Outside of the personal world Silence inhabited as the undeniable protagonist of his own story, like so many others before him, the city of Lost Haven had also undergone a period of great turmoil. While there had been nothing close to the devastation the meta-human domes promised and while the meta-humans of Lost Haven had been unusually quiet, the city still shifted. It was uncomfortable. Anyone with half a brain could feel it in the air. People were scared, but they weren’t terrified anymore. That was the problem. When people were terrified they froze, they panicked, they hid. Now that period had passed and their nerve had returned, but the fear remained, and it is human nature to hate what you fear.
That hatred, manifest in the growth of movements against the so called meta-human vigilantes, and the cries for legislation and control, was growing more visible day by day. He remembered reading about a protest against a company known as I-tech fairly recently, and there were whispers, rumours abound. The government was mobilising, but with what? That was the question. Oddly, despite his inherent place in the debate, Silence was unperturbed. He somehow felt separate from the so called meta-humans abound in the city. Perhaps it was the belief that his own abilities were somehow purer, carried down through the generations by his family. They were certainly old, and innate. He had not been in any accident, his DNA had not been mutated by outside substance or circumstance, he was born the way he was. Still, it was not the public activity that drew Lekh Antol’s curiosity then. It was what bubbled underneath that drew his attention, as it always had.
Crime was on the up and up, and not the Shroud’s crime, though that was certainly booming. From what his sources had gathered, two gangs had gone to war, the Chinese Triad and the Japanese Yakuza. This was not that unusual, even in a city locked up as tight as Lost Haven. The Chinese and the Japanese hated each other with a historical enmity that would probably never be wholly wiped away. What Silence was really interested in was why now? What had driven the gangs to war in such turbulent times, with the Shroud so powerful, lurking like a hungry predator? Silence refused to believe that the bosses of each respective criminal enterprise could be so stupid as to fail to realise the danger of their predicament. Going to war with one another when a threat greater than either of them lurked on their border was like sending an invitation. Take us now.
So why? And should they? Take them, that is. Silence tapped the solid oak table at which he sat, nestled in his compact little apartment. He had six different newspapers arranged before him, and two pages of notes that seemed to have been scrawled by two unique hands that were not his own. No laptop though, using the internet would have been too simple and convenient, not to mention difficult when one has a tendency to break tech just by being in proximity to it. It was for that reason his sturdy little phone lay on his sofa-side table a goodly distance from his open dining room/kitchen combo. That was beside the point, anyway, sometimes the old ways were the best. It wasn’t like he could google what the Triad were up to after all. What he could do was read up on what Tome had seen. The teen going on man had a keen eye, Silence had spotted that immediately, and recorded things even when he failed to see their meaning. It was that trait which the criminal valued. All too often he had informants relay to him the meaning of what they’d seen, summarising a week’s worth of surveillance with their half-cocked and often ignorant assumptions. He wanted their eyes, not their brains or what passed for them. Tome it seemed had worked this out when so many others hadn’t. Rake wasn’t so bad either, hers were the second page of notes, but her handwriting was woeful and she was a little too ambitious, prone to making the odd judgement. At least she was sometimes right.
What he did not have in front of him was anything on the girl. Racheli. She’d escaped of course, almost the moment he’d taken his eyes off her she’d been snatched up by that monster that claimed to be a man. Unsurprising really. They lacked the necessary mettle for the line of business. They should have shot her in the head the moment he walked through the door. Still, perhaps he was selling his one-time compatriots short. He had not been privy to the events that unfolded, after all. Perhaps if he had become involved he would have gotten killed by some ability he had yet to see. There was less chance of that now. With time on his side the criminal had researched, watched, learned. He had seen as many powers as anyone and read about the rest, started thinking up strategies to counter them, defeat them if necessary. It was just a mental check-list at that point, but there were a growing number of names upon it. He’d have a contingency for them all if he could.
So, his interest had fallen upon the gang war in Lost Haven in absence of any news on Racheli. However his feelers were out, flung wider than ever before. He was looking for other things, things his encounter with a certain Ambassador had opened his eyes to. Magic, artefacts, potions. Things like the healing salve that was so very useful and so very useless at once, sitting on his bedside table. Luck was not with him in that pursuit as of yet either, so the gang war got all his attention, the Triad and the Yakuza must have felt so blessed. He ran one deft hand through his slicked back hair, black now, like his brothers. Perhaps in the wake of what he’d done in the city of Lost Haven his heart would soon be as black as his brothers as well.
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His phone buzzed. He had no idea what time it was, as per usual his curtains were shut tight, but he guessed it was sometime in the early morning. He was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, but his brain jumped at the chance to absorb some other stimulus. In truth, he did too. There was only so much he could stand of his own thoughts, sardonic and often cruel as they could be, so despite his fatigue he swung his legs across the side of his bed and jumped up onto his feet. The phone was on the other side of his room, sat upon a desk he rarely used, so he walked over to it and snatched it up. It flickered momentarily as he deftly popped it open and read the message that flashed up in slightly unstable green lettering.
Girl Sighted
Lost Haven
Park Street
Marked
- Rook
Silence stared at this for a moment, then carefully placed his phone on the desk. He muttered something imperceptible in Polish, then switched to English and nearly smiled.
“I knew that boy had promise.”
Told me to open the app. Did. Nothing.
Maybe try opening it up in browser first.
Where do I go to paste in the code?
What happens when you click it?
I think you just click it, accept the invitation, and make an account if you haven't already. If you have you're good.
Do you? I didn't download Discord, I just open it up in browser.
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I bet nobody really wants to play the healer. XD
Well, normally there's not really a place for a healer in the Arena. That would be something this offers, because it's more than just the standard '1v1 me on rust scrub' there's more room for diverse skillsets. There's no need for everything to be decided by a duel with swords in a sandy arena.
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I'm thinking it would be fun to have the world be sort of like a videogame in that people tend to fall into different classes such as being the tank, archer, mage, etc, and include other tropes as well. They aren't technically in a videogame, but inspiration being there would be a plus for me.
Uh, people tend to do that anyway in Arena. Though if people are fighting in teams, I'm sure they'll naturally gravitate towards one of those positions.
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What is that?
Bit like Skype, it's free.
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I'm fine with this even if it means Evvie's out. We can still do other multiverse battles outside of this roleplay, after all. Perhaps I'll at last find inspiration to get a new character out once this setting develops.
From my point of view, persistent worlds could be the best if you have a thread for each location. For example, if a group of characters want to go to the Olde Woods, there would be a thread labeled as such as you jump into. I believe we did something similar in the past but not on large scale. This style of roleplay is best if the forum itself is dedicated to it, unfortunately, as it would take up a lot of threads and organization would be an issue on here. If we made another forum then getting a lot of people involved would be a separate issue, as we'd need advertisements and stuff.
I think that Rilla had something different in mind to this, and I agree.
In the many failed old attempts, we had loads of threads dedicated to varying locations, and the problem was simple. There were too many of them for too few players. Everything got spread way too thin.
This idea revolves around having the setting laid out, and then having individual 'campaigns' as such popping up. Each campaign would be like an ordinary arena fight, characters in a location with a goal of some kind. But, the result of said thread would impact the overarching world.
Me and LeeRoy have been talking about it. My humble suggestion is thus:
We start small, smaller than we have in the past. The setting is a sprawling med-fantasy city surrounded by wild and wonderful places, and inside that city two (or perhaps three) mercenary guilds (preliminary idea for factions) are vying for political control. In order to further their aims, the members of each individual faction get involved in crazy situations, both PvE and PVP, with the other faction or with bandits or criminals or anything really.
We make the city the OOC thread, and the IC for when people have down time between 'events'. We give out 'quests' or the like in this thread, and people go and do them in new threads, recording the results and having it impact the world. Things can start pretty small, with limited impact beyond fatalities and the like. But eventually rivalries will grow, political figures will rise and fall, and we can introduce more of the world and bigger threats at will.
That's what I would like to see, at any rate. Opinions?
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