Oh yeah @crossfire, I took some liberty with the layout of the lab if that's alright. Let me know if you need me to change anything with it.
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Hi there I'm Rultaos, or simply Rult as some of my friends call me. I first got into RP'ing on two different sites back when I was in High School. The forums of the games Minecraft and Spiral Knights. Both had game-related RP's, as well as off-topic ones regarding fantasy and sci-fi. This was around 3-4 years ago. I wasn't really good at it back then, but I met a lot of great people and feel like I really improved since then.
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
For any of you who are curious, this was one of my biggest RP undertakings before I got into this site (My username also comes from this as a tribute to it!). It's not really a very well-written roleplay (or a very well-managed one for that matter). But it really meant a lot to me because of how far it went, how long it survived, and how it inspired my fellow players there. It always fills me with a sense of nostalgia whenever I glance at it in my bookmarks...
I got into RPGuild back when it was still using the old server (the one that got taken down after Mahz got behind on his pay and the providers ended their service without warning). I was pretty bummed when this happened because I was already actively participating in a number of roleplays, and I could only stay in contact with a select few guildmates on the Facebook group. Eventually, the long wait was over, and the site was given renewed life after a few bumps in the road that guildmaster Mahz faced in his attempts to resurrect this place. It was a good day for many including myself when this site slowly started getting more and more features.
2014 was my second year in college and was a very stressful time for me. Mostly concerning academics, with a few occasional problems regarding friends and fellow students alike. Because of this, I had to suddenly drop out of roleplaying for a while in order to have the time to get my real life back in order.
Now, I've returned to the site, and am hoping to get back into the groove of roleplaying and make more great friends and have even greater adventures through whatever huge universe your brilliant minds can think of! If you wanna invite me to play, or even just have a friendly chat about anything, send a message my way and I'll reply as soon as I can =)
For those of you who are wondering, my roleplay interests include: Sci-Fi, Military, sometimes Fantasy, a Fandom one if I'm familiar with the source material, heck I'd be willing to dabble in an Apocalypse setting as well. I'm also willing to try new things as well if it seems fascinating enough. So hit me up with an idea any time and I'd be happy to share my thoughts with you.
Well, I feel like I've used up enough for your time. Thanks for caring enough to read all this, and I hope you enjoy your roleplay adventures as much as I have in the past and the present ^_^
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"Oooh! Ooh! I suggest we come in loud and proud and give them the good'ol fuck 'em up but not kill all of them. Like, maybe get some people thrown off somewhere or something. Like, maybe knock them out? So Vina here can control their minds and get them to destroy the place from the inside while we keep the other people occupied? Uh... If there are people there, I guess? 'Sides, I don't trust these guys to keep us alive." The cheery woman said at the conclusion of their discussion.
"Well you're right about one thing Benjamin. I don't give a shit, but at the same time, I agree with you, and Lataniva, a vessel hijack would be the safest bet. Hopefully these Alliance strategy fuckwits are thinking along those lines. We'll find out when Cap'n Shit For Brains comes back. Until then, I'll be in my quarters, thinking up the best way to keep myself alive in any situation they force us into" Stryker said dismissively, as expected, but he appeared to have the same idea as everyone else, even if the only common ground they had was that none of them wanted to die on this assignment.
"Oh yeah. People call me Brown Recluse, Brown, Recluse, or even Spider sometimes. But brown seems offensive so I kinda get people to not use that one. If you need me, I'll be downstairs." She added as an introduction before leaving the group.
"Helluva' team we have. This'll definitely be fun..." Benny said to no one in particular as he left the war room.
Within an hour, Benny had managed to offload most of his equipment into the ship's old lab area and reattached his bionic arm with great difficulty. It was a small rectangular room with counters and shelves lining most of the walls, along with a secure observation cage made of some hard transparent material in the middle of the room, it looked like it was originally meant to contain live subjects. The place was fairly clean, even if it was lacking resources, but Benny had a feeling the place would look a lot messier within a week of him working there. And that's just the way I like it. He thought to himself.
He had a few marked cases carrying raw materials and chemicals which he used to craft most of his explosive ordnance and had them placed on different stacks on an empty counter top. The containers were marked with a yellow plastic glued to the top that said "BENNY'S TOY STASH. DONT TOUCH". They would probably be enough to last him a few weeks if he didn't use explosives on a daily basis, but he would need to use the requisition terminal eventually as their mission continued. I sure hope they let me use materials for banned explosive types... Maybe they won't catch on to what I'm crafting if I throw in some useless material requests along with what I need... He mused.
Other marked containers holding electronics and other parts, such as laser lights and signal receivers/emitters were placed on a separate counter. They were mainly for the more precise aspect of his explosives, such as remote detonators or laser tripwires. Some were also for the repair and maintenance of his bionic arm.
He had also brought in what appeared to be an inconspicuous metal barrel about 1/3 of his height, but the side of it would slide open to reveal a wide array of tools from screwdrivers to chemical droppers, hanging in a circle around the cylindrical metal center. He kept the tool container closed for now just so no one would get any funny ideas about "borrowing" some of his stuff.
Once he was satisfied with his setup, he decided to head back up and get some rest at the bunk area and claim a bed before all the non-shitty ones were taken.
Captain Dawson's announcement came loud and clear over the ship's intercom as Benny made his way into the war room, having changed out of his prisoner jumpsuit and into a black T-shirt that said "I'm a bomb technician. If you see me running, KEEP UP" in white text, along with some dark green cargo pants.
Once he had reached the war room, most of the team had already assembled
Dawson outlined the plan that the Alliance strategists had cobbled together for their demolition mission, and added some snide comments towards Stryker before he finished. I think I'm starting to see why Stryker's such a prick. With company like that I'd be a real ball-sack too Benny thought as Dawson left the room and brought in their new member.
Spider/Sandra along with Lataniva quickly greeted her and got her up to speed. Apparently their new member (Amy) was blind? and based on what Amy said she was some kind of thief.
Stryker even greeted the new arrival personally without being as much of a prick as he was to the initial team when they had met. Benny was mildly surprised but he figured that it was just a sign that their leader was slowly getting used to their company. The talk quickly resumed to their upcoming operation.
‘I am no sharpshooter. I assume I will be on the boarding party, then?’ Lataniva asked.
"From the dossiers, I get the feeling they're expecting the assassin, Maverick, to be the sharpshooter, we'll figure out proper roles and discuss how your talents can help out a little closer to the target. It's nearly a 12 hour journey to Zargos. I'll be in the cockpit, getting ready to take off. Until then, dismissed, I guess" Stryker said as he left with the funganoid skeleton guy.
Lataniva also entertained Sandra's idea about mind-controlling some staff members for their operation. ‘We could indeed seek out a few people who look like they’re in charge for me to operate on, depending on what kind of a mess we want to make.’
"If you're willin' to do that then perhaps we can help each other there. If you can get one of the staff to grant me access to the main security room I can render most o' their automated defenses worthless... Or make their IFF's go haywire if you lads and lasses want to cause some real havoc" Benny suggested with a smile.
"Jus' don't make me do tha' talkin' if we're gonna' to have a chat with them first. I have a bad habit of pissin' people off" Benny added as something of a joke. Though it was true that he was not the best option for jobs that needed a polite/civil touch.
Eventually, the ship's PA activated once more, this time with Stryker's voice coming through them. "Attention everyone, we're shippin' out. Might get a bit rocky for a second when we exit Chronos Station's artificial atmosphere, so you might wanna hold on to something" He announced.
Benny had Ol' Skelly grasp onto the war room table in case the turbulence lasted for a while. He turned towards Amy who still seemed to be carrying her luggage around. "Hey lassie, you might want to stuff your bags underneath something before they end up sliding into an emergency ladder hatch or somethin'" Benny suggested.
@Mackielars @PlatinumSkink @Xandrya @Crossfire
"Well you're right about one thing Benjamin. I don't give a shit, but at the same time, I agree with you, and Lataniva, a vessel hijack would be the safest bet. Hopefully these Alliance strategy fuckwits are thinking along those lines. We'll find out when Cap'n Shit For Brains comes back. Until then, I'll be in my quarters, thinking up the best way to keep myself alive in any situation they force us into" Stryker said dismissively, as expected, but he appeared to have the same idea as everyone else, even if the only common ground they had was that none of them wanted to die on this assignment.
"Oh yeah. People call me Brown Recluse, Brown, Recluse, or even Spider sometimes. But brown seems offensive so I kinda get people to not use that one. If you need me, I'll be downstairs." She added as an introduction before leaving the group.
"Helluva' team we have. This'll definitely be fun..." Benny said to no one in particular as he left the war room.
Within an hour, Benny had managed to offload most of his equipment into the ship's old lab area and reattached his bionic arm with great difficulty. It was a small rectangular room with counters and shelves lining most of the walls, along with a secure observation cage made of some hard transparent material in the middle of the room, it looked like it was originally meant to contain live subjects. The place was fairly clean, even if it was lacking resources, but Benny had a feeling the place would look a lot messier within a week of him working there. And that's just the way I like it. He thought to himself.
He had a few marked cases carrying raw materials and chemicals which he used to craft most of his explosive ordnance and had them placed on different stacks on an empty counter top. The containers were marked with a yellow plastic glued to the top that said "BENNY'S TOY STASH. DONT TOUCH". They would probably be enough to last him a few weeks if he didn't use explosives on a daily basis, but he would need to use the requisition terminal eventually as their mission continued. I sure hope they let me use materials for banned explosive types... Maybe they won't catch on to what I'm crafting if I throw in some useless material requests along with what I need... He mused.
Other marked containers holding electronics and other parts, such as laser lights and signal receivers/emitters were placed on a separate counter. They were mainly for the more precise aspect of his explosives, such as remote detonators or laser tripwires. Some were also for the repair and maintenance of his bionic arm.
He had also brought in what appeared to be an inconspicuous metal barrel about 1/3 of his height, but the side of it would slide open to reveal a wide array of tools from screwdrivers to chemical droppers, hanging in a circle around the cylindrical metal center. He kept the tool container closed for now just so no one would get any funny ideas about "borrowing" some of his stuff.
Once he was satisfied with his setup, he decided to head back up and get some rest at the bunk area and claim a bed before all the non-shitty ones were taken.
Captain Dawson's announcement came loud and clear over the ship's intercom as Benny made his way into the war room, having changed out of his prisoner jumpsuit and into a black T-shirt that said "I'm a bomb technician. If you see me running, KEEP UP" in white text, along with some dark green cargo pants.
Once he had reached the war room, most of the team had already assembled
Dawson outlined the plan that the Alliance strategists had cobbled together for their demolition mission, and added some snide comments towards Stryker before he finished. I think I'm starting to see why Stryker's such a prick. With company like that I'd be a real ball-sack too Benny thought as Dawson left the room and brought in their new member.
Spider/Sandra along with Lataniva quickly greeted her and got her up to speed. Apparently their new member (Amy) was blind? and based on what Amy said she was some kind of thief.
Stryker even greeted the new arrival personally without being as much of a prick as he was to the initial team when they had met. Benny was mildly surprised but he figured that it was just a sign that their leader was slowly getting used to their company. The talk quickly resumed to their upcoming operation.
‘I am no sharpshooter. I assume I will be on the boarding party, then?’ Lataniva asked.
"From the dossiers, I get the feeling they're expecting the assassin, Maverick, to be the sharpshooter, we'll figure out proper roles and discuss how your talents can help out a little closer to the target. It's nearly a 12 hour journey to Zargos. I'll be in the cockpit, getting ready to take off. Until then, dismissed, I guess" Stryker said as he left with the funganoid skeleton guy.
Lataniva also entertained Sandra's idea about mind-controlling some staff members for their operation. ‘We could indeed seek out a few people who look like they’re in charge for me to operate on, depending on what kind of a mess we want to make.’
"If you're willin' to do that then perhaps we can help each other there. If you can get one of the staff to grant me access to the main security room I can render most o' their automated defenses worthless... Or make their IFF's go haywire if you lads and lasses want to cause some real havoc" Benny suggested with a smile.
"Jus' don't make me do tha' talkin' if we're gonna' to have a chat with them first. I have a bad habit of pissin' people off" Benny added as something of a joke. Though it was true that he was not the best option for jobs that needed a polite/civil touch.
Eventually, the ship's PA activated once more, this time with Stryker's voice coming through them. "Attention everyone, we're shippin' out. Might get a bit rocky for a second when we exit Chronos Station's artificial atmosphere, so you might wanna hold on to something" He announced.
Benny had Ol' Skelly grasp onto the war room table in case the turbulence lasted for a while. He turned towards Amy who still seemed to be carrying her luggage around. "Hey lassie, you might want to stuff your bags underneath something before they end up sliding into an emergency ladder hatch or somethin'" Benny suggested.
@Mackielars @PlatinumSkink @Xandrya @Crossfire
Sorry for being MIA for so long. Things got hectic this week with school stuff, and my free time has had me with a writer's block that I couldn't think of much to add. I'm working on something right now though to try and catch up. Sorry again >_<
EDIT: The post is done. I hope you guys don't mind me using colors for your dialogue, since I figured it would be easier on the eyes. If you want to change them to something you feel is more appropriate for your character, let me know so I can edit my past posts. Otherwise, I can just share the exact tints I used for your characters
. Also, people who have their own colors to begin with, I'll just follow them (like Arex's red colors)
EDIT: The post is done. I hope you guys don't mind me using colors for your dialogue, since I figured it would be easier on the eyes. If you want to change them to something you feel is more appropriate for your character, let me know so I can edit my past posts. Otherwise, I can just share the exact tints I used for your characters
. Also, people who have their own colors to begin with, I'll just follow them (like Arex's red colors)@Crossfire Yeah I was hoping some of the other remaining people would post too, but I guess we can get moving for now and deal with the interactions later
I have to admit, our last member knows how to make an entrance Benny thought as the strange lady arrived in a transport shuttle blasting old music at full volume. The Dalentian woman seemed to address her concerns so the rest of the introduction was left to Dawson's tour.
They had a few interesting members along for the ride, the Dalentian being the least strange. They had a Kzargett with them, he couldn't tell if their chef was even human under all that armor, and they even had one of those mushroom-driven walking corpses. Benny didn't like being kept on a leash, but he had to admit that this was one of the most interesting jobs he'd ever been contracted for. Normally he'd be more cautious around new faces, but he figured that since he was going to be stuck with this team for god-knows-how-long then he might as well be open with his thoughts, at least until someone tells him to shut his mouth.
They were led through the ship from the bottom to the top, with the different locations on the deck being explained by Dawson. When an old research lab was mentioned, Benny perked up. "I hope you lads don't mind if I move most o' my tools and substances into the lab area, be a lot easier to craft my explosives from there than in my room." Benny announced. It was then that he realized that he never did explain to this crew of criminals what he was recruited for. "Ach! Right, forgot to mention who I am to all of ya'. The name's Benny Boomer: Bomb connoisseur and technical expert. If any of ya' need to get in somehwere you ain't supposed ta' be in, my friend Skelly and I have you covered. Just let me know if you want a loud or quiet entrance." Benny said, introducing himself during one of Dawson's pauses.
After most of the tour had been completed, Dawson briefed them on their first assignment inside the ship's CIC. Apparently, they were to destroy a space station belonging to the Helsin Mining Corporation, under suspicion that it was spying on The Alliance for The Federation.
"Well what'da'ya know? Nevar thought I'd be screwin' with these jackasses again. I doubt Helsin will be happy to see my charmin' face again if they still remember me from Yggdrasil Minor. Really did a number on one of their ground facilities..." Benny thought out loud, remembering the clusterfuck of a heist he pulled on one of their mineral storage plants.
"If we need extra information, we could always capture someone who knows and let me look into his mind. I’m effective at that." The Dalentian said. The woman had mentioned earlier that she could read minds so getting information from a captive should be no problem for her. Benny thought that having her around would make interrogations a lot simpler.
"So, infiltrate a vessel that is heading in towards the facility and then somehow use it to destroy the base from inside?" Lataniva continued
"If we kidnap someone involved in the facility it would haf'ta be someone important enough to know how the station works. I've dealt with this corporation before, and they keep a lot o' information secret from most workers, and even some higher staff." Benny replied. He then thought for a moment before continuing. "A vessel hijack may be our best bet. Helsin Mining is serious when it comes to security especially in neutral regions so our ship will jus' get blasted apart. If you can get me inside their main security office, or better yet the office o' the facility head, I can get every last bit o' information about the station that we migh' need to sabotage it. May even be able to wreak havoc on their security systems while I move around once I establish a wireless link." Benny said, highlighting the uses the crew might be able to get out of his skills so that they don't send him somewhere he shouldn't be.
”Heh. Being forced into this is turning out to be great, don't 'cha think, guys?" The strange yet oddly cheerful woman said. "I just wanna announce that the unused spaces in the lower deck has already been claimed, okay? So, what now?” She continued. Benny turned towards her before replying.
"Personally I'd feel a lot better if we had some semblance of a plan before we get to fixin' our gear, since I dunno if I trust whoever they assigned to make a good plan for us, but I guess that depends on whether our commander gives a shit about what the rest o' us think about this assignment." Benny said as he slung his still-detached bionic arm over his right shoulder while turning to Stryker. Benny didn't like the idea of that guy being in charge, especially since Stryker already made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with them, but if Benny knew the Alliance, then he knew that rules were rules. He'd follow the guys orders, but they never said that he had to pretend to like it
They had a few interesting members along for the ride, the Dalentian being the least strange. They had a Kzargett with them, he couldn't tell if their chef was even human under all that armor, and they even had one of those mushroom-driven walking corpses. Benny didn't like being kept on a leash, but he had to admit that this was one of the most interesting jobs he'd ever been contracted for. Normally he'd be more cautious around new faces, but he figured that since he was going to be stuck with this team for god-knows-how-long then he might as well be open with his thoughts, at least until someone tells him to shut his mouth.
They were led through the ship from the bottom to the top, with the different locations on the deck being explained by Dawson. When an old research lab was mentioned, Benny perked up. "I hope you lads don't mind if I move most o' my tools and substances into the lab area, be a lot easier to craft my explosives from there than in my room." Benny announced. It was then that he realized that he never did explain to this crew of criminals what he was recruited for. "Ach! Right, forgot to mention who I am to all of ya'. The name's Benny Boomer: Bomb connoisseur and technical expert. If any of ya' need to get in somehwere you ain't supposed ta' be in, my friend Skelly and I have you covered. Just let me know if you want a loud or quiet entrance." Benny said, introducing himself during one of Dawson's pauses.
After most of the tour had been completed, Dawson briefed them on their first assignment inside the ship's CIC. Apparently, they were to destroy a space station belonging to the Helsin Mining Corporation, under suspicion that it was spying on The Alliance for The Federation.
"Well what'da'ya know? Nevar thought I'd be screwin' with these jackasses again. I doubt Helsin will be happy to see my charmin' face again if they still remember me from Yggdrasil Minor. Really did a number on one of their ground facilities..." Benny thought out loud, remembering the clusterfuck of a heist he pulled on one of their mineral storage plants.
"If we need extra information, we could always capture someone who knows and let me look into his mind. I’m effective at that." The Dalentian said. The woman had mentioned earlier that she could read minds so getting information from a captive should be no problem for her. Benny thought that having her around would make interrogations a lot simpler.
"So, infiltrate a vessel that is heading in towards the facility and then somehow use it to destroy the base from inside?" Lataniva continued
"If we kidnap someone involved in the facility it would haf'ta be someone important enough to know how the station works. I've dealt with this corporation before, and they keep a lot o' information secret from most workers, and even some higher staff." Benny replied. He then thought for a moment before continuing. "A vessel hijack may be our best bet. Helsin Mining is serious when it comes to security especially in neutral regions so our ship will jus' get blasted apart. If you can get me inside their main security office, or better yet the office o' the facility head, I can get every last bit o' information about the station that we migh' need to sabotage it. May even be able to wreak havoc on their security systems while I move around once I establish a wireless link." Benny said, highlighting the uses the crew might be able to get out of his skills so that they don't send him somewhere he shouldn't be.
”Heh. Being forced into this is turning out to be great, don't 'cha think, guys?" The strange yet oddly cheerful woman said. "I just wanna announce that the unused spaces in the lower deck has already been claimed, okay? So, what now?” She continued. Benny turned towards her before replying.
"Personally I'd feel a lot better if we had some semblance of a plan before we get to fixin' our gear, since I dunno if I trust whoever they assigned to make a good plan for us, but I guess that depends on whether our commander gives a shit about what the rest o' us think about this assignment." Benny said as he slung his still-detached bionic arm over his right shoulder while turning to Stryker. Benny didn't like the idea of that guy being in charge, especially since Stryker already made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with them, but if Benny knew the Alliance, then he knew that rules were rules. He'd follow the guys orders, but they never said that he had to pretend to like it
Sorry that took so long. Got busy suddenly with the start of classes and all. I hope my character was worth the wait. Also, Mackielars says that her character's entrance may be even more interesting
Location: Girnavox City - Financial District, Planet Tharokan, Polyphemus System
The bustling urban metropolis was filled with vehicles rushing to and fro across the busy lanes of the capital city of Girnavox. Business as usual was conducted under a bright morning sun by both the working men and women, and the shrewd businessmen that dominated most of the city's financial district. The 8th Colonial Bank in particular, stood towering above most of the other structures in the district in one of the city blocks.
The peace was broken as the ground shook and some windows of the huge bank building shattered from the vibrations, causing several bystanders to stop and wonder what was happening.
8th Colonial Bank - High Security Vault 3
Benny emerged from behind the steel table he had taken refuge behind as he looked upon the smoking hole where the entrance of the vault used to be. "Alright lads, we've got around 10 minutes before the cops start storming tha' place! Let's grab our package and make for the drop-off point like flies to dogshit!" He announced as he set the 10 minute timer on his HUD. Three armed men wearing heavy yellow armor and packing automatic rifles followed behind him as they ran into the vault.
The vault was filled with various items of great value. Statues were placed in several corners, antique paintings hung on nearly every wall, and gold bars stacked neatly in large blocks were all over the place. If they weren't in such a hurry, Benny would've loved to take a few souvenirs. Unfortunately, they were pressed for time if they were going to stick to the plan.
Benny brought up the holographic display on his bionic arm and interfaced with the security cameras as he quickly scrambled the feeds, making it look as if the feed from Vault 7 was the video coming from Vault 3, which would hopefully throw off the pursuers for a short time as they go into the wrong area of the bank. "Sooo... Wot was it we're lookin' fer again? A small emerald carving of Apollo? Or was it a jade carving?" Benny asked his associates as he scanned the vault for the item they were contracted to steal. A family heirloom, their rich employer said.
One of the armed men turned to him, their helmet with a white skull painted over it. "Actually, we've got what we're looking for right here." He said in his deep electronically distorted voice. The 3 men turned towards Benny and raised their weapons and pointed it at Benjamin.
"Drop your weapons, Benjamin Quincy! You're under arrest!" the man said.
Suddenly, the entrance of the vault was blocked off by several Alliance police officers with riot shields and armed men who appeared from out of nowhere. "Drop all of your weapons and explosives and get on the ground!" The fake mercenary said as laser dots started appearing on Benny's body. Benny himself slowly turned his head around and let out a long sigh.
"I knew somethin' was off abou' this job... Alrigh' officers, you caught me. I'll do as you say." Benny said as he turned around and dropped several primed sleep grenades whose gas started to spread across the room. The riot police's helmet quickly sealed into rebreather units and the marksmen positioned in the back fired their tranquilizers into the laser dots across Benny's body. The fake mercenaries however weren't as lucky as the riot police. Their armor lacked any environmental filters so they coughed violently before passing out from the gas.
"Tha' migraine you'll get from this gas when you wake up is a real bitch! Enjoy it ya' dickheads!" He shouted in defiance as the tranquilizers took effect and the riot police began tackling him down.
Benny started stirring, though his vision was still blurry. He blinked as he felt the headache from the tranquilizers he was shot with start to hit him. "I feel like the mornin' after a round o' drinks at Gerbie's Lounge... And the shit he sold was banned in 3 star systems... He thought to himself. Not long after that, he noticed an odd imbalance in his body weight. Glancing towards his left side he was immediately shaken awake at the sight of his missing bionic arm. Meanwhile his right arm was strapped to a chair while a metal table was set in front of him. The walls surrounding him looked like they were made of brick instead of the reinforced walls usually seen inside a police precinct.
“Alright! I don’t know who you are but this definitely don’t look like any police station I eva’ been in. What do ye want with me?!” He shouted at no one in particular, though he was sure that someone had to have been listening to him and keeping an eye on their prisoner. As if on cue, a caucasian man entered the room wearing a black, well-tailored suit and sat down on the other side of the table. He appeared to be in his late forties, had a clean-cut face, and neatly-combed blonde hair.
“Greetings, Benjamin Quincy. Alias: “Benny Boomer”. Wanted for 5 counts of theft, 7 counts of arson, 12 counts of possession of illegal weapons, and over 20 counts of vandalism and destruction of private and public property. This record could get someone locked away for a very long time, Mr. Quincy.” The man said.
“Did ya figure that out by yourself, Sherlock? Having a long list o’ crimes is bloody good motivation for staying outta’ jail. Who are you people anyhow? I can tell this is no police station, so jus’ tell me what’s got ya interested in me.” Benny replied.
“Call me Mr. Pliskin. I represent an organization that can get you locked away for an even longer time than your crimes should hold you for… Or offer you a way out of it.” Pliskin replied.
“I’ve dealt with enough criminal scumbags ta’ know that there’s always a catch. What is it?” Benny replied while staring straight towards the suited man
“We have a classified project going by the codename: Project Revenant. It is a government initiative where we gather people of your… skills and background… together to perform special tasks for The Alliance. Do your job, and you will be rewarded handsomely, you may not even need to return to be sent to jail if you make us happy enough. Fail, and we will deny all knowledge of the project and leave you and your colleagues to face the consequences of what we ask you to do. Surely this is a lot more fun than staying inside a jail cell, Benjamin. After all, don’t you choose the jobs you take with how exciting they are?” Pliskin asked.
“Ya’… But I know my limits, and I know not ta’ trust some government lapdog on his words alone. Yer’ obviously not expecting any of us to come back alive after we’ve outlived our usefulness. What if I’d rather be in a jail cell than to fling myself into some classified mission that could be tha’ death o’ me.?” Benny asked.
“If you would rather be locked away then we will be… forced… to investigate these suspicious transactions you have made over the years. Large credit transfers sent from proxy to proxy. We haven’t investigated each of the credit trails yet but we have seen that most of them lead back to Earth. I wonder who you are sending all of that to. It would be such a shame if this person were to suffer the wrath of all of the people you wronged to get that money…” Pliskin said with an arrogant grin.
Benny tried to free himself from his seat and shook it around violently. “How tha’ bloody Hell did you track all of those down!? I sent them over dozens of different proxies across different star systems! They were supposed ta’ be untraceable!” Benny shouted angrily.
“We have our ways. But that’s not what you should be concerned with right now. If you accept our offer and become part of Project Revenant, we will drop the investigation into these credit transfers, and all of your enemies will be none the wiser. If you turn us down or try to escape, then I can’t say what will happen to this friend you have on the other end of the credit line.” Pliskin replied.
Benny stopped struggling and had his face turned downwards.
“… Fine… Tell me what ya’ need me to blow apart. But give me back ma’ arm and gear first.”
One of the last shuttles arrived on Chronos Station, carrying with it the notorious Benny Boomer. He was transferred out through a secure wheelchair and brought out to where the rest of the criminals and mercenaries had gathered on the walkway leading to the ship. “I bet some of ya’ wankers get off on keeping me tied down like this! Bloody Hell these things are tight!” He said out loud. As soon as he was surrounded by the other guards, they unlatched him and handed back his bionic arm from a sealed metal container.
”Ol’ Skelly! I am so glad ta’ see ya!” Benny said as he took the container and pulled out the metallic limb. He then hugged the arm and spoke more quietly. ”I hope they didn’ mistreat ya’. Don’ worry, daddy’s here now…” He said as he cradled it in his arm. One of the guards grabbed Benny’s shoulder and directed him to the group led by Captain Dawson which had just begun his explanation of the ship’s terminals and requisition system, and also how trying to tamper with the ship would trap them all in space.
The Guard called the captain’s attention before turning back to Benny. “Fix your arm back onto you once you’re aboard, until then, pay attention to the captain.” The guard said sternly.
“Sure thing, dad!” Benny replied mockingly as he walked towards the group. He was wearing the usual jumpsuit given to the prisoners but his distinct lack of a left arm was obvious as the sleeve swung about in the air.
“Any questions?” Captain Dawson asked as he finished his explanation. Benny lifted up his detached bionic arm to get the captain’s attention. “Do we get our own rooms? ‘Cause any poor bastard who bunks with me is going ta’ die from lack of sleep. I make lots’a noise when I’m workin’” Benny asked the Alliance captain.
The bustling urban metropolis was filled with vehicles rushing to and fro across the busy lanes of the capital city of Girnavox. Business as usual was conducted under a bright morning sun by both the working men and women, and the shrewd businessmen that dominated most of the city's financial district. The 8th Colonial Bank in particular, stood towering above most of the other structures in the district in one of the city blocks.
The peace was broken as the ground shook and some windows of the huge bank building shattered from the vibrations, causing several bystanders to stop and wonder what was happening.
8th Colonial Bank - High Security Vault 3
Benny emerged from behind the steel table he had taken refuge behind as he looked upon the smoking hole where the entrance of the vault used to be. "Alright lads, we've got around 10 minutes before the cops start storming tha' place! Let's grab our package and make for the drop-off point like flies to dogshit!" He announced as he set the 10 minute timer on his HUD. Three armed men wearing heavy yellow armor and packing automatic rifles followed behind him as they ran into the vault.
The vault was filled with various items of great value. Statues were placed in several corners, antique paintings hung on nearly every wall, and gold bars stacked neatly in large blocks were all over the place. If they weren't in such a hurry, Benny would've loved to take a few souvenirs. Unfortunately, they were pressed for time if they were going to stick to the plan.
Benny brought up the holographic display on his bionic arm and interfaced with the security cameras as he quickly scrambled the feeds, making it look as if the feed from Vault 7 was the video coming from Vault 3, which would hopefully throw off the pursuers for a short time as they go into the wrong area of the bank. "Sooo... Wot was it we're lookin' fer again? A small emerald carving of Apollo? Or was it a jade carving?" Benny asked his associates as he scanned the vault for the item they were contracted to steal. A family heirloom, their rich employer said.
One of the armed men turned to him, their helmet with a white skull painted over it. "Actually, we've got what we're looking for right here." He said in his deep electronically distorted voice. The 3 men turned towards Benny and raised their weapons and pointed it at Benjamin.
"Drop your weapons, Benjamin Quincy! You're under arrest!" the man said.
Suddenly, the entrance of the vault was blocked off by several Alliance police officers with riot shields and armed men who appeared from out of nowhere. "Drop all of your weapons and explosives and get on the ground!" The fake mercenary said as laser dots started appearing on Benny's body. Benny himself slowly turned his head around and let out a long sigh.
"I knew somethin' was off abou' this job... Alrigh' officers, you caught me. I'll do as you say." Benny said as he turned around and dropped several primed sleep grenades whose gas started to spread across the room. The riot police's helmet quickly sealed into rebreather units and the marksmen positioned in the back fired their tranquilizers into the laser dots across Benny's body. The fake mercenaries however weren't as lucky as the riot police. Their armor lacked any environmental filters so they coughed violently before passing out from the gas.
"Tha' migraine you'll get from this gas when you wake up is a real bitch! Enjoy it ya' dickheads!" He shouted in defiance as the tranquilizers took effect and the riot police began tackling him down.
Benny started stirring, though his vision was still blurry. He blinked as he felt the headache from the tranquilizers he was shot with start to hit him. "I feel like the mornin' after a round o' drinks at Gerbie's Lounge... And the shit he sold was banned in 3 star systems... He thought to himself. Not long after that, he noticed an odd imbalance in his body weight. Glancing towards his left side he was immediately shaken awake at the sight of his missing bionic arm. Meanwhile his right arm was strapped to a chair while a metal table was set in front of him. The walls surrounding him looked like they were made of brick instead of the reinforced walls usually seen inside a police precinct.
“Alright! I don’t know who you are but this definitely don’t look like any police station I eva’ been in. What do ye want with me?!” He shouted at no one in particular, though he was sure that someone had to have been listening to him and keeping an eye on their prisoner. As if on cue, a caucasian man entered the room wearing a black, well-tailored suit and sat down on the other side of the table. He appeared to be in his late forties, had a clean-cut face, and neatly-combed blonde hair.
“Greetings, Benjamin Quincy. Alias: “Benny Boomer”. Wanted for 5 counts of theft, 7 counts of arson, 12 counts of possession of illegal weapons, and over 20 counts of vandalism and destruction of private and public property. This record could get someone locked away for a very long time, Mr. Quincy.” The man said.
“Did ya figure that out by yourself, Sherlock? Having a long list o’ crimes is bloody good motivation for staying outta’ jail. Who are you people anyhow? I can tell this is no police station, so jus’ tell me what’s got ya interested in me.” Benny replied.
“Call me Mr. Pliskin. I represent an organization that can get you locked away for an even longer time than your crimes should hold you for… Or offer you a way out of it.” Pliskin replied.
“I’ve dealt with enough criminal scumbags ta’ know that there’s always a catch. What is it?” Benny replied while staring straight towards the suited man
“We have a classified project going by the codename: Project Revenant. It is a government initiative where we gather people of your… skills and background… together to perform special tasks for The Alliance. Do your job, and you will be rewarded handsomely, you may not even need to return to be sent to jail if you make us happy enough. Fail, and we will deny all knowledge of the project and leave you and your colleagues to face the consequences of what we ask you to do. Surely this is a lot more fun than staying inside a jail cell, Benjamin. After all, don’t you choose the jobs you take with how exciting they are?” Pliskin asked.
“Ya’… But I know my limits, and I know not ta’ trust some government lapdog on his words alone. Yer’ obviously not expecting any of us to come back alive after we’ve outlived our usefulness. What if I’d rather be in a jail cell than to fling myself into some classified mission that could be tha’ death o’ me.?” Benny asked.
“If you would rather be locked away then we will be… forced… to investigate these suspicious transactions you have made over the years. Large credit transfers sent from proxy to proxy. We haven’t investigated each of the credit trails yet but we have seen that most of them lead back to Earth. I wonder who you are sending all of that to. It would be such a shame if this person were to suffer the wrath of all of the people you wronged to get that money…” Pliskin said with an arrogant grin.
Benny tried to free himself from his seat and shook it around violently. “How tha’ bloody Hell did you track all of those down!? I sent them over dozens of different proxies across different star systems! They were supposed ta’ be untraceable!” Benny shouted angrily.
“We have our ways. But that’s not what you should be concerned with right now. If you accept our offer and become part of Project Revenant, we will drop the investigation into these credit transfers, and all of your enemies will be none the wiser. If you turn us down or try to escape, then I can’t say what will happen to this friend you have on the other end of the credit line.” Pliskin replied.
Benny stopped struggling and had his face turned downwards.
“… Fine… Tell me what ya’ need me to blow apart. But give me back ma’ arm and gear first.”
One of the last shuttles arrived on Chronos Station, carrying with it the notorious Benny Boomer. He was transferred out through a secure wheelchair and brought out to where the rest of the criminals and mercenaries had gathered on the walkway leading to the ship. “I bet some of ya’ wankers get off on keeping me tied down like this! Bloody Hell these things are tight!” He said out loud. As soon as he was surrounded by the other guards, they unlatched him and handed back his bionic arm from a sealed metal container.
”Ol’ Skelly! I am so glad ta’ see ya!” Benny said as he took the container and pulled out the metallic limb. He then hugged the arm and spoke more quietly. ”I hope they didn’ mistreat ya’. Don’ worry, daddy’s here now…” He said as he cradled it in his arm. One of the guards grabbed Benny’s shoulder and directed him to the group led by Captain Dawson which had just begun his explanation of the ship’s terminals and requisition system, and also how trying to tamper with the ship would trap them all in space.
The Guard called the captain’s attention before turning back to Benny. “Fix your arm back onto you once you’re aboard, until then, pay attention to the captain.” The guard said sternly.
“Sure thing, dad!” Benny replied mockingly as he walked towards the group. He was wearing the usual jumpsuit given to the prisoners but his distinct lack of a left arm was obvious as the sleeve swung about in the air.
“Any questions?” Captain Dawson asked as he finished his explanation. Benny lifted up his detached bionic arm to get the captain’s attention. “Do we get our own rooms? ‘Cause any poor bastard who bunks with me is going ta’ die from lack of sleep. I make lots’a noise when I’m workin’” Benny asked the Alliance captain.
Working on my first post now. Sorry it took a while, the last 2 days were surprisingly busy. For both me and @mackielars. Hopefully I'll get something up soon so you guys don't need to wait on us >_<. I've got most of it done but it's early morning again and I'm starting to feel tired so I don't know if I can finish it before sleeping...
Mackielars on the other hand has a trip tomorrow so they probably won't get anything up until after 24 more hours. Just a heads up.
Mackielars on the other hand has a trip tomorrow so they probably won't get anything up until after 24 more hours. Just a heads up.
Will post something by tomorrow, a little late right now (1am) and also feeling too tired to get into Benny's mindset at the moment
Do you guys think our characters will be familiar with each other through reputation only? Or will we have worked with each other in the past? I've been thinking about that since it could make for some interesting interactions and friendly (and not so friendly) rivalries
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