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REPORTING FOR DUTY.I've done nothing but shitpost for over three weeks, I require posts.Must post now.
SORRY ABOUT WRAITH, BUDDY.
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"We make our choices, and take what comes. And sooner or later, in ways we can't always fathom, the consequences come back to us" ~ Daud
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Busy busy busy. So nice to be writing on a deep level again.
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Those that have RP'd with me lately, please take a gaze at my Bio. I finally got around to updating it.
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"I burn endlessly, an intextinguishable inferno within the depths of a storm of passion and grace." Septimus Aureous, Captain of the Turian Frigate: Elysium
I've been roleplaying and writing for a little over half my life, and I'm 22. If I come across as cynical, picky, overly willing to write a huge CS, very inquisitive, and even ready to drop an RP out of nowhere, I apologize. I've seen way too many RPs look good only to end up smashing face first into the dirt with almost no explanation to it. I tend to see an impending crash coming from a mile away and will jump ship long before the water reaches my feet.
I enjoy most genres, including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Magic-fantasy, fandom-reworks, modern, sci-fantasy, and most things under the sun. No. I'm not going to partake in highschool or pony or anime roleplays. Outside of those, I tend to take a part in most of what peaks my interest or curiosity.
I am currently involved in an RP surrounding the exploits of the Crimson Dusicyon and her pirate crew.
As well as continuing the adventures of the manic crew of the harpoon in an infinite quest for dat poon tang.
I am currently working on several short stories that I tend to flip back and forth on depending on where I'm leaning.
I'm working on a story involving an Orbital Drop Shock Trooper trapped beneath a hundred kilos of rubble and, with her life mere hours away from being extinguished, she lets her mind wander to her past and her experiences with the dangerous anti-UNSC terrorists. I've taken to call this: Halo ODST: Rebellion.
I am also working on my most deeply thought out world and story: Sonnet of a Damned Cowboy. A story taking place hundreds of years in the future, where the earth is a barren desert due to the earth being cooked alive. The survivors make their own stories as they drive huge caravans of huge mechs called Lancers and deliver supplies from one town to another.
Finally, I am working on a Fallout based story taking place in the frozen north of Canada, old survivors of the Enclave's oppression struggle to survive in the relentless cold. Battle hardened, tired, and cold. They all know that the smallest of mistakes in the frozen wastes will be almost certain death.
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SORRY ABOUT WRAITH, BUDDY.
Two months later....
Two months since that attack on the great bear of the west. It was a massacre....
Hundreds died that day. The "Commanders" would say that it was a success, but there are hundreds of souls that won't be returning to the north to kiss their sons and daughters as they drift off to sleep, hundreds of husbands and wives that won't be making love to their spouse. A pure. Fucking. Massacre...and I missed the whole thing.
I was knocked out, captured by...somebody. Can't even remember the phrase she said to me. Woke up a kilometer away from the battle, drunk as shit and not able to breathe until I dislodged the wet towel on my head. I had dragged myself back only to find the remnants of the battle. The NCR had done a lot of damage. The airport was destroyed. Completely fucking useless. They knew about the attack ahead of time. An informant in the ranks telling them of troop formations, weaponry, how to counter it. A mole. Bombers had come in and dropped missiles and bombs, everything short of a damn nuke. Ancient weaponry was destroyed, any NCR inside the airport was wiped out. The buildings demolished. Parts of the squad made it underground, but a couple didn't make it.
Golem, Winter, Wraith. Gone. Command just brushed aside the pieces and put in new ones. Pah. Didn't do anything to fill the hole. Said that they had recovered Winter and was keeping him alive, but that was a lie to Andrew's ears. Wraith had sacrificed herself to save more lives, stealing the Lewiston base commander's private chopper and flying into battle, missles and lasers creating a lightshow in the sky as she personally chased down the bombers. They weren't able to defend themselves, they hadn't anticipated air-to-air combat.
The last bomber knew he was going to die, so he baited her into a near loop and turned his engines off, dropped the last of his armament to the base below, and Colided in mid air with wraith, turning the black sky orange for a few minutes. Fucking Golem though...the guy was vaporized saving Archangel, ran out and shoved her down a flight of stairs as she was being ran over by her own fellow soldiers running for cover. The second she hit the bottom the stairs, she had looked up, a broken arm and leg from the fall, and watched him be enveloped in light as he tried to run down the stairs. All that was left was his shield. Anybody that was above ground when the rest of the bombs hit was vaporized. Complete mission failure.
As for Andrew, something happened to him when he was out. He found out after he made it back to base and debriefed with the commanders that his skin didn't react to touch anymore. No rash, no itching, no need for a suit anymore.
Over the last two months, strange things had been happening. It's like he had gone through strength training all over again, he was stronger, a little faster, a better shot. Hell, he'd been able to use a damn assault rifle without it hitting him in the face. It was glorious.
As for the others, well, he wasn't sure. The deaths of Golem, Winter, and Wraith took their tolls. Everybody could admit that. If Phoenix's death wasn't enough for them to fear death, theirs definitely was. Golem was thought to be damn near invincible, but that idea was shoved out the door. Whisper hadn't been herself, she wasn't really worthy of "Whisper" anymore, she was more talkative and friendly lately. She tried to support the others on her back, metaphorically. Offering what little advice she could and being a friend. The uppers didn't like her being friendly, but she showed them her favorite finger and did it anyway. Andrew had to admit, it was admirable. The second he tried to fight against the uppers he'd get shot in the head.
He sat in the cafeteria, Eagle claw camp still a wintery, cold, tit of a base. Blizzard smashing the mountain on the outside and the heat of the fire was his only companion on the inside. It was nice. He felt at home. Leinhart came in through the double doors, Bear and Whisper with him. Coming for evening chow. Rumors were flying about the base about an incoming mission, their first in nearly half a month. Showing the rookies the ropes of an actual combat mission. They had to throw in newbies to try and fill the ranks a bit. The secret of Eagle claw leaked out and now new cadets from all over with armfulls of combat experience came to try their hand. Not many made it through, but it was nice seeing fresh faces around here.
Two months since that attack on the great bear of the west. It was a massacre....
Hundreds died that day. The "Commanders" would say that it was a success, but there are hundreds of souls that won't be returning to the north to kiss their sons and daughters as they drift off to sleep, hundreds of husbands and wives that won't be making love to their spouse. A pure. Fucking. Massacre...and I missed the whole thing.
I was knocked out, captured by...somebody. Can't even remember the phrase she said to me. Woke up a kilometer away from the battle, drunk as shit and not able to breathe until I dislodged the wet towel on my head. I had dragged myself back only to find the remnants of the battle. The NCR had done a lot of damage. The airport was destroyed. Completely fucking useless. They knew about the attack ahead of time. An informant in the ranks telling them of troop formations, weaponry, how to counter it. A mole. Bombers had come in and dropped missiles and bombs, everything short of a damn nuke. Ancient weaponry was destroyed, any NCR inside the airport was wiped out. The buildings demolished. Parts of the squad made it underground, but a couple didn't make it.
Golem, Winter, Wraith. Gone. Command just brushed aside the pieces and put in new ones. Pah. Didn't do anything to fill the hole. Said that they had recovered Winter and was keeping him alive, but that was a lie to Andrew's ears. Wraith had sacrificed herself to save more lives, stealing the Lewiston base commander's private chopper and flying into battle, missles and lasers creating a lightshow in the sky as she personally chased down the bombers. They weren't able to defend themselves, they hadn't anticipated air-to-air combat.
The last bomber knew he was going to die, so he baited her into a near loop and turned his engines off, dropped the last of his armament to the base below, and Colided in mid air with wraith, turning the black sky orange for a few minutes. Fucking Golem though...the guy was vaporized saving Archangel, ran out and shoved her down a flight of stairs as she was being ran over by her own fellow soldiers running for cover. The second she hit the bottom the stairs, she had looked up, a broken arm and leg from the fall, and watched him be enveloped in light as he tried to run down the stairs. All that was left was his shield. Anybody that was above ground when the rest of the bombs hit was vaporized. Complete mission failure.
As for Andrew, something happened to him when he was out. He found out after he made it back to base and debriefed with the commanders that his skin didn't react to touch anymore. No rash, no itching, no need for a suit anymore.
Over the last two months, strange things had been happening. It's like he had gone through strength training all over again, he was stronger, a little faster, a better shot. Hell, he'd been able to use a damn assault rifle without it hitting him in the face. It was glorious.
As for the others, well, he wasn't sure. The deaths of Golem, Winter, and Wraith took their tolls. Everybody could admit that. If Phoenix's death wasn't enough for them to fear death, theirs definitely was. Golem was thought to be damn near invincible, but that idea was shoved out the door. Whisper hadn't been herself, she wasn't really worthy of "Whisper" anymore, she was more talkative and friendly lately. She tried to support the others on her back, metaphorically. Offering what little advice she could and being a friend. The uppers didn't like her being friendly, but she showed them her favorite finger and did it anyway. Andrew had to admit, it was admirable. The second he tried to fight against the uppers he'd get shot in the head.
He sat in the cafeteria, Eagle claw camp still a wintery, cold, tit of a base. Blizzard smashing the mountain on the outside and the heat of the fire was his only companion on the inside. It was nice. He felt at home. Leinhart came in through the double doors, Bear and Whisper with him. Coming for evening chow. Rumors were flying about the base about an incoming mission, their first in nearly half a month. Showing the rookies the ropes of an actual combat mission. They had to throw in newbies to try and fill the ranks a bit. The secret of Eagle claw leaked out and now new cadets from all over with armfulls of combat experience came to try their hand. Not many made it through, but it was nice seeing fresh faces around here.
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FIRST POST has been updated (Underneath the forward, new bits.)
MY CS has been updated (updating others)
AND A NEW POST IS UP
Two months have passed since the mission failure at the airport. A few of us have died since then. We've all changed. We'll recover.
OMG
WHAT?!
WHAT?!
I'M BRINGING THIS BACK?!
THIS IS EXCITING
WHOO
FIRST POST has been updated (Underneath the forward, new bits.)
MY CS has been updated (updating others)
AND A NEW POST IS UP
Two months have passed since the mission failure at the airport. A few of us have died since then. We've all changed. We'll recover.
Walking slowly with his cane-gun, Marquis stepped up onto the ship and took a place next to the ramp, waiting, leaning on his cane. "Ouran, it's time to go. The Togruta fixed the ship." Before he could try to look out for Zen, he came wheeling around the corner as fast as he could yelling "Start the ship!" as loud as he could. The thrusters kicked over and started to fire and the ship started to rise into the air. Behind Zen came several large security bots aiming to kill him. "THEY BROUGHT THE BIG ROBOT-MEN, IT'S NOT FUN NOW. THEY KICK ASS." Several well placed shots from Marquis put down two of the robots, but the others followed them and tore their way towards the ship. The ramp started to close and Zen jumped onto the ship just before it sealed shut and the ship started to take off.
Inside the ship, it was rusty and dirty. Something that came out of a maid's nightmare. Though it was just clean enough to live in without infection, it was still enough to make one cringe. Marquis found Togruta after they had taken off thanks to Trinity and shook his hand again. "Marquis Von Sterling, a pleasure. Thank you." A small hologram popped up next to them out of small wall mounted holo-projector, showing a woman. The Ship's AI, Trinity. "They'll have fighters on us soon. I have to concentrate on flying us through the planetary defenses, mind taking the gun, hun?" "Of course. Oh, and apologies, this is Trinity, the ship's AI. The crazy one is Zenithar Ouran and the Tukata, wherever she is, is Gyro. Don't worry, she's friendly, just let her come to you. Apologies for the dust as well. I was not part of the crew at the time but the Harpoon was stuck on a planet named Korriban for a number of years. Brought down by something. The ship took a phenomenally long time to repair itself and the dust simply got...everywhere. I've done my best to clean it, but more shows up every day and Zenithar is no help even though his room is spotless. If I may pardon you however, what is your name?" The robot leaned on his cane, the light in his one eye flickering every now and then.
Sighing, trying to settle and wrap his head around the sudden, involuntary life change he looked at Sterling and nodded, "Iisska Relyos... I'd say it's good to meet ya, but... It's not. So how about, 'hi?'" The robot looked at him and cocked his head before raising a hand and jerking it to the side in a fast motion. "Hi. Just find a room and fall in a bunk. It might be dirty, but nothing a little spring cleaning can't handle. Now. If you do not mind, I must attend to the guns. If there is one thing we can be thankful for, it's that the guns and shields work perfectly and well beyond expectations."
He bowed his head and took up his cane-gun, spinning it in hand and moving to a ladder where he jumped up the steps and to the gun turret deck. Zen came around the corner, dressed in robes instead of armor. He threw Iisska his blaster, the barrel was melted slightly and needed to be replaced. "Broke your gun, sorry. I owe you one new pistol."
Inside the ship, it was rusty and dirty. Something that came out of a maid's nightmare. Though it was just clean enough to live in without infection, it was still enough to make one cringe. Marquis found Togruta after they had taken off thanks to Trinity and shook his hand again. "Marquis Von Sterling, a pleasure. Thank you." A small hologram popped up next to them out of small wall mounted holo-projector, showing a woman. The Ship's AI, Trinity. "They'll have fighters on us soon. I have to concentrate on flying us through the planetary defenses, mind taking the gun, hun?" "Of course. Oh, and apologies, this is Trinity, the ship's AI. The crazy one is Zenithar Ouran and the Tukata, wherever she is, is Gyro. Don't worry, she's friendly, just let her come to you. Apologies for the dust as well. I was not part of the crew at the time but the Harpoon was stuck on a planet named Korriban for a number of years. Brought down by something. The ship took a phenomenally long time to repair itself and the dust simply got...everywhere. I've done my best to clean it, but more shows up every day and Zenithar is no help even though his room is spotless. If I may pardon you however, what is your name?" The robot leaned on his cane, the light in his one eye flickering every now and then.
Sighing, trying to settle and wrap his head around the sudden, involuntary life change he looked at Sterling and nodded, "Iisska Relyos... I'd say it's good to meet ya, but... It's not. So how about, 'hi?'" The robot looked at him and cocked his head before raising a hand and jerking it to the side in a fast motion. "Hi. Just find a room and fall in a bunk. It might be dirty, but nothing a little spring cleaning can't handle. Now. If you do not mind, I must attend to the guns. If there is one thing we can be thankful for, it's that the guns and shields work perfectly and well beyond expectations."
He bowed his head and took up his cane-gun, spinning it in hand and moving to a ladder where he jumped up the steps and to the gun turret deck. Zen came around the corner, dressed in robes instead of armor. He threw Iisska his blaster, the barrel was melted slightly and needed to be replaced. "Broke your gun, sorry. I owe you one new pistol."
"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOO" Zenithar ran for his life through the streets of corusant a police patrol car behind him with it's lights blaring as he used the force to accelerate himself, but not faster than the damn car. "Marquis, start the ship! Start the damn ship! They don't like me on Corusant anymore! Ten minutes here and the police start waving around this warrant for my arrest that has 10 million credits sprawled on it!"
He ran for the scrap yard where they had snuck onto the planet to get supplies, the others waiting there while he went out on his own. This would serve to get him nearly killed as the police chased after him. He got close to the scrap yard after turning several alleyways. It seems he had lost them and he sighed, relieved. His armor was scratched and scorched up pretty badly and he had lost his blaster to some Rohdian asshole who decided that he owned him money or some garbage. He paid good money for that pistol! Fifteen credits!
He backed up and started a slow run to jump over the gate, he never got force jump down. He started to run when out of nowhere the police had caught up to him and slammed into him with the bumper of their car right as he got off the ground. He shot through the air. They REALLY wanted him dead!
"Whoo hoooooooo" He flew through the air and went right for a pile of scrap, landing hard on his back. He rolled off of the scrap pile and to his feet. Police had stormed their way into the scrap yard in an attempt to find him before he escaped. "How that ship coming, Marky?" "I do say, sir, that it is...broken again. Next time you decide to run into an asteroid, please refrain from doing so." "THERE WAS A PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN RACE THERE." "Yes, there was, a race of knee high toads that barely ran on enough cerebral power to acknowledge you. Then you wiped them out because you were hungry." "Hunger is important! The synthesizer was broken again!" "It is not broken, the power supply short circuited. Just have to get a new one." "Okay, now that wasn't my fault. You and Trinity were fooling around again." "Boy was that bloody brilliant..."
He stopped as he walked around, trying to find the ship. He stopped as he sensed somebody that was crazy strong. "Hold up, hey, you, I know you're there. Come on out. Do you even hide your force powers man?" He called out to the man-person-beast-thing that was hiding near him.
The Togruta stopped in his tracks, having tried to get away to the shop where he could lock the doors and windows behind him. Becoming the very essense of caution he slowly turned and stepped out to get a look at the man. He kept his eyes on him and payed attention to every little noise bouncing off every object, giving away any movement, any threat. Shooting someone had been the last thing he wanted to do tonight, but this guy knew, which meant he was more dangerous than any thug. A hand rested on the handle of his blaster as he revealed himself.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly.
"I AM YOUR FATHE-" Blaster fire interupted him as the police tried to shoot his face off. He jumped to the side as more came his way. He reached out and grabbed the Togruta that he was preparing to joke with with the force and pulled him over. He flew through the air and landed at Zen's feet. He yelled out "He's my accomplice!" and now they started shooting at him as well. He reached out with the force and grabbed the few police that had shown up and pulled them towards him and over them, making them fly into the scrap pile and straight into the convenient pipes sticking out, impaling them deep enough that they couldn't get out. A few others had shown up and he reached down and stole the Togruta's blaster, using it to shoot at a couple of them, downing them quickly and grabbing the last one with the force. He started to crush the man's vertebrae before two others showed up, yelling for the Togruta's head. He didn't take kindly to this, this was his accomplice!
He crushed the man's vertebrae and dropped him to the ground before reaching out again and grabbing the last two. They started to scream as they were lifted up and over the two's head. He smashed them into the ground with an immense amount of force, destroying their legs and hips before raising them up and doing it again, and again, and again, and again.
He finally dropped their crumpled bodies as more police started to show up. He reached down and grabbed the Togruta, lifting him to his feet. "Don't care who you are, just saved your life. You owe me a credit." Just after he finished, more police found them and he was feeling tapped. But blasterfire from another scrap heap put the police down fast. He looked up to see Marquis Von Sterling, a golden colored robot with a golden rifle with multiple small rings on top of it. A black turncoat and vest on his body. He was tall and skinny. He had his arm in an L position, using it to steady his aim with his rifle, of which his aim was impeccable, hitting every policeman in the head. When he finished he yelled out. "I do wish you would let me kill more often, Ouran. I am not getting any younger. The ship still needs repairs." Zen looked at the Togruta and smiled underneath his helmet. "Guess who just got hired!?"
He ran for the scrap yard where they had snuck onto the planet to get supplies, the others waiting there while he went out on his own. This would serve to get him nearly killed as the police chased after him. He got close to the scrap yard after turning several alleyways. It seems he had lost them and he sighed, relieved. His armor was scratched and scorched up pretty badly and he had lost his blaster to some Rohdian asshole who decided that he owned him money or some garbage. He paid good money for that pistol! Fifteen credits!
He backed up and started a slow run to jump over the gate, he never got force jump down. He started to run when out of nowhere the police had caught up to him and slammed into him with the bumper of their car right as he got off the ground. He shot through the air. They REALLY wanted him dead!
"Whoo hoooooooo" He flew through the air and went right for a pile of scrap, landing hard on his back. He rolled off of the scrap pile and to his feet. Police had stormed their way into the scrap yard in an attempt to find him before he escaped. "How that ship coming, Marky?" "I do say, sir, that it is...broken again. Next time you decide to run into an asteroid, please refrain from doing so." "THERE WAS A PREVIOUSLY UNKNOWN RACE THERE." "Yes, there was, a race of knee high toads that barely ran on enough cerebral power to acknowledge you. Then you wiped them out because you were hungry." "Hunger is important! The synthesizer was broken again!" "It is not broken, the power supply short circuited. Just have to get a new one." "Okay, now that wasn't my fault. You and Trinity were fooling around again." "Boy was that bloody brilliant..."
He stopped as he walked around, trying to find the ship. He stopped as he sensed somebody that was crazy strong. "Hold up, hey, you, I know you're there. Come on out. Do you even hide your force powers man?" He called out to the man-person-beast-thing that was hiding near him.
The Togruta stopped in his tracks, having tried to get away to the shop where he could lock the doors and windows behind him. Becoming the very essense of caution he slowly turned and stepped out to get a look at the man. He kept his eyes on him and payed attention to every little noise bouncing off every object, giving away any movement, any threat. Shooting someone had been the last thing he wanted to do tonight, but this guy knew, which meant he was more dangerous than any thug. A hand rested on the handle of his blaster as he revealed himself.
"Who are you?" he asked quietly.
"I AM YOUR FATHE-" Blaster fire interupted him as the police tried to shoot his face off. He jumped to the side as more came his way. He reached out and grabbed the Togruta that he was preparing to joke with with the force and pulled him over. He flew through the air and landed at Zen's feet. He yelled out "He's my accomplice!" and now they started shooting at him as well. He reached out with the force and grabbed the few police that had shown up and pulled them towards him and over them, making them fly into the scrap pile and straight into the convenient pipes sticking out, impaling them deep enough that they couldn't get out. A few others had shown up and he reached down and stole the Togruta's blaster, using it to shoot at a couple of them, downing them quickly and grabbing the last one with the force. He started to crush the man's vertebrae before two others showed up, yelling for the Togruta's head. He didn't take kindly to this, this was his accomplice!
He crushed the man's vertebrae and dropped him to the ground before reaching out again and grabbing the last two. They started to scream as they were lifted up and over the two's head. He smashed them into the ground with an immense amount of force, destroying their legs and hips before raising them up and doing it again, and again, and again, and again.
He finally dropped their crumpled bodies as more police started to show up. He reached down and grabbed the Togruta, lifting him to his feet. "Don't care who you are, just saved your life. You owe me a credit." Just after he finished, more police found them and he was feeling tapped. But blasterfire from another scrap heap put the police down fast. He looked up to see Marquis Von Sterling, a golden colored robot with a golden rifle with multiple small rings on top of it. A black turncoat and vest on his body. He was tall and skinny. He had his arm in an L position, using it to steady his aim with his rifle, of which his aim was impeccable, hitting every policeman in the head. When he finished he yelled out. "I do wish you would let me kill more often, Ouran. I am not getting any younger. The ship still needs repairs." Zen looked at the Togruta and smiled underneath his helmet. "Guess who just got hired!?"
Name: Zenithar "Zen" Ouran
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species: Mandalorian
Home Planet: Duxn
Appearance:
*Note, he doesn't have a hood or cape, just the robes themselves.
Zen has pitch black hair like many other Mandalorians. His face is squared and grizzled, a light beard on his chin. He has dark gray eyes with various small scars all over this face. His lips are thin and his nose is small. There are multiple large scars all over his body as well. He is a large man, muscled and lean, and tanned, though none of them came from a regimen. They came from a couple years stuck on a desert planet.
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Weapons:
He is a powerful force user and has been strong in it since he was a young boy, since having been cast out by his brothers his force powers have only grown, but exponentially grown when he crashed on Korriban and was forced to spend two years there, mired in the dark side, learning from holocrons and having literally nothing to do but learn how to throw rocks at other rocks.
Zen's stuff:
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Species: Mandalorian
Home Planet: Duxn
Appearance:
*Note, he doesn't have a hood or cape, just the robes themselves.
Zen has pitch black hair like many other Mandalorians. His face is squared and grizzled, a light beard on his chin. He has dark gray eyes with various small scars all over this face. His lips are thin and his nose is small. There are multiple large scars all over his body as well. He is a large man, muscled and lean, and tanned, though none of them came from a regimen. They came from a couple years stuck on a desert planet.
Extras:
Weapons:
He is a powerful force user and has been strong in it since he was a young boy, since having been cast out by his brothers his force powers have only grown, but exponentially grown when he crashed on Korriban and was forced to spend two years there, mired in the dark side, learning from holocrons and having literally nothing to do but learn how to throw rocks at other rocks.
Zen's stuff:
"Brooklyn...hello? Can you hear me? The turrets deactivated. Hellooo?" He didn't get a response from her at all. He began to grow worried, but he didn't dwell on it, DT would keep her safe. "Alright, lets go." He pushed down the recliner's stool only for it to snap off and break down. He got up from the wreck and grabbed his rifle from his back, moving outside of the house with the others. The turrets were all pointing downwards, disabled and without power. The group came up to the gate. There was no way they could get inside normally, but that wasn't much of a problem for Sebastian as he grabbed a bar and started to rip it open. They were tough bars, made of durasteel. He was about half way through before a laser round impacted against his head and he found himself thrown to the ground, part of his helmet melted off. "FUCK." He scrambled to summon a breathing mask from his vault while moving to a wall at the same time. He ripped off his helmet, holding his breath as he switched to a respirator. "I thought the air down here would take time to hurt you or change you into a ghoul?" He pointed towards the ancient corpses, fitting the respirator onto his face and taking a deep breath. "Their bodies, alive or dead, release the noxious fume that can change somebody into a ghoul. It poisons the air. The air around this compound is so thick with the poison that one deep breath will kill you." Her eyes widened, the fight or flight instinct in her making her want to run for the hills, knowing that if her respirator was damaged, she would be dead in seconds. She sighed and nodded. Sebastian got up off of the ground and backed up from the wall a bit, aiming himself for the gate.
"This is a stupid idea and it's going to hurt like shit. But, Fuck it." He dug his foot into the ground and ran as fast as he could at the gate, slamming into, and through, the hole he made. He made it all the way through and fell to the ground, but rolled and got to his feet, sprinting. Sniper rounds hit the ground just behind him as he ran for the tower entrance. Anna and Gabe were close behind.
They had made it inside finally, the inside was much like an old world Tussian household, Galen's homeland. Large dark wooden stairs on each side of the entrance chamber, there used to be a hallway in front of them but it had long ago caved in. They couldn't marvel at the area for long as they had to dive to old furniture to keep from being shot from the sniper up on the balcony above them. Sebastian poked his head out for a mere second, seeing the attacker and seeing who it was. "SEV, what are you doing, man?!" The robot above them had a Rifle in it's hands A second one on his back Still smoking from shooting at them when they were outside. "BE QUIET, MEATBAG. SCUM. FLESH SACKS. WHY DO YOU TREAD IN MY MASTER'S HOME." "I "tread" here because I have to talk to Galen! He hasn't responded to any of my messages! Just making sure he's alright!" Another bullet shot through the table Sebastian was using as cover, he twitched and moved away from the hole. "HE...HE IS UNAVAILABLE. LEAVE NOW." "Sev. What's happened to him?" "MY MASTER IS UN-" "He died, didn't he?"
Anna stood up then, Sev not anticipating her getting up, he missed his shot by a few hairs as she put her hands up and exploded in a blinding white. "What in the fu-" Before he could finish, she was on top of the stairs, putting Sev onto the ground by taking out his joints. Sebastian ran up the stairs in time to see Sev twist his body to be on his back and throw Anna off of him and to the bottom floor. She hit the wooden floor hard, cutting off the scream and knocking the wind out of her. The floor beneath groaned and threatened to give way. Sebastian approached Sev as he quickly got up and froze as he pointed his rifle at him. "STAND BACK, MEATBAG. YOUR PETTY ATTACKS WON'T AFFECT ME. I AM AN ASSASSIN DROID, A MODEL OF PERFECTION." "A model that hasn't had his memory purged in a long while." "DO NOT PATRONIZE ME, MEATBAG." "Sev. Where is Galen?" "HE IS OUT, YOU SHOULD BE OUT AS WELL." "Sev, he was hooked up to a bed with a dozen tubes in him while he dived the Extranet. He came out once a day to tell the med-bot to piss off. He's not out." "MY MASTER...HE PASSED ON." Sev held his position, the rifle aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian inched a little closer. "And he didn't prepare you for this?" "HE DID. BUT I AM IN CONFLICT. MY...SELF...HAS PROGRESSED TO A POINT WHERE I DO NOT WISH TO FOLLOW PROGRAMMING, YET I AM STILL COMPELLED TO DO SO. " "What programming is this?"
Down on the ground floor, Gabe helped Anna to her feet and tended to her back, getting her off of the wooden floor and to the wall. She was having trouble breathing, a rib may have been cracked. "I WAS TO FIND HIS CLOSEST FRIEND AND SERVE HIM AS I DID GALEN. THIS FRIEND WAS YOU. BUT I AM IN CONFLICT." Sebastian was surprised and relieved to hear that Galen thought so highly of him, but he didn't dwell on it. "Why are you in conflict?" "HE WAS SADDENED THAT YOU LEFT, AND HIS HEALTH TOOK A DOWNWARD SPIRAL. I BLAME YOU FOR HIS DEATH." "You should blame yourself, Sev. You constantly antagonized me." The robot was silent for a time, processing the information.
"I AGREE...." He placed the rifle onto his back and stood, his robot body sitting completely still, staring at Sebastian. "FORTY SEVEN, MODEL FOUR-SEVEN, REVISION BD, REPORTING, MASTER. SHALL I KILL THE MEATBAGS DOWN THERE?" He turned towards the other two and started to reach for his rifle. "No no no no, they're fine. However, I do need one thing from you. We're looking for a red star gem. Do you think you could find that?" "YES, I DO BELIEVE I KNOW WHERE SUCH A THING EXISTS, BUT MY INTERNAL SENSORS ARE PICKING UP AN INCREASED NUMBER OF GHOULS APPROACHING. IT SEEMS THAT IN MY ANGER, I HAD ATTRACTED THE HORDE. WITH THE TURRETS DOWN, I SHALL NOT BE ABLE TO HOLD THEM OFF. THE BACKUP GENERATOR WAS SHUT DOWN SEVERAL MINUTES AGO, THE PRIMARY GENERATOR HAD A CATASTROPHIC MELTDOWN." Sebastian looked towards the other two, Gabe looking up and shaking his head. Anna was badly hurt, the fall having hurt her body. He went down and helped Gabe carry her up stairs. There was a passage in the back halls of the 2nd floor that lead up the tower. "Where is the Auto-doc, Sev?" "DESTROYED, IT OVERLOADED WHEN THE PRIMARY GENERATOR EXPLODED." They stopped and found a small bedchamber, taking her in. She tried to resist, but moving just made her scream in pain. "Alright, alright, I will be fine here for now." The group left her, shutting the door and following Sev to where the Gem was.
He stopped and looked at a blank wall, made of stone. They had left the wooden structure below and were now in the heart of Galen's tower. He stepped forward and...into the wall? Sebastian put his hand on the wall and it went right through. "Cloaking technology. You sneaky dog." He tried to step through, but Sev stepped back through first and handed him the red star. It was cold to the touch, about as big as a basket ball with a spherical middle, points like that of a star decorating the body. It was a crimson color and smelled of blood, it glistened in the darkness. Sebastian held it close, having no bag for it, and went down stairs with the others. They may have had the star, but they were still in immense danger.
Ghouls smashed at the gates, several breaking through and already trying to get into the front door. They were shot down quickly by Sev and Sebastian, but they were replaced quickly. They barricaded the doors with what they could find. There were hundreds out there. "I didn't even know there were that many Ghouls down here. Won't lie, not really optimistic about survival right now, how about you, Sev?" "NOPE. SCREWED."
"This is a stupid idea and it's going to hurt like shit. But, Fuck it." He dug his foot into the ground and ran as fast as he could at the gate, slamming into, and through, the hole he made. He made it all the way through and fell to the ground, but rolled and got to his feet, sprinting. Sniper rounds hit the ground just behind him as he ran for the tower entrance. Anna and Gabe were close behind.
They had made it inside finally, the inside was much like an old world Tussian household, Galen's homeland. Large dark wooden stairs on each side of the entrance chamber, there used to be a hallway in front of them but it had long ago caved in. They couldn't marvel at the area for long as they had to dive to old furniture to keep from being shot from the sniper up on the balcony above them. Sebastian poked his head out for a mere second, seeing the attacker and seeing who it was. "SEV, what are you doing, man?!" The robot above them had a Rifle in it's hands A second one on his back Still smoking from shooting at them when they were outside. "BE QUIET, MEATBAG. SCUM. FLESH SACKS. WHY DO YOU TREAD IN MY MASTER'S HOME." "I "tread" here because I have to talk to Galen! He hasn't responded to any of my messages! Just making sure he's alright!" Another bullet shot through the table Sebastian was using as cover, he twitched and moved away from the hole. "HE...HE IS UNAVAILABLE. LEAVE NOW." "Sev. What's happened to him?" "MY MASTER IS UN-" "He died, didn't he?"
Anna stood up then, Sev not anticipating her getting up, he missed his shot by a few hairs as she put her hands up and exploded in a blinding white. "What in the fu-" Before he could finish, she was on top of the stairs, putting Sev onto the ground by taking out his joints. Sebastian ran up the stairs in time to see Sev twist his body to be on his back and throw Anna off of him and to the bottom floor. She hit the wooden floor hard, cutting off the scream and knocking the wind out of her. The floor beneath groaned and threatened to give way. Sebastian approached Sev as he quickly got up and froze as he pointed his rifle at him. "STAND BACK, MEATBAG. YOUR PETTY ATTACKS WON'T AFFECT ME. I AM AN ASSASSIN DROID, A MODEL OF PERFECTION." "A model that hasn't had his memory purged in a long while." "DO NOT PATRONIZE ME, MEATBAG." "Sev. Where is Galen?" "HE IS OUT, YOU SHOULD BE OUT AS WELL." "Sev, he was hooked up to a bed with a dozen tubes in him while he dived the Extranet. He came out once a day to tell the med-bot to piss off. He's not out." "MY MASTER...HE PASSED ON." Sev held his position, the rifle aimed at Sebastian's chest. Sebastian inched a little closer. "And he didn't prepare you for this?" "HE DID. BUT I AM IN CONFLICT. MY...SELF...HAS PROGRESSED TO A POINT WHERE I DO NOT WISH TO FOLLOW PROGRAMMING, YET I AM STILL COMPELLED TO DO SO. " "What programming is this?"
Down on the ground floor, Gabe helped Anna to her feet and tended to her back, getting her off of the wooden floor and to the wall. She was having trouble breathing, a rib may have been cracked. "I WAS TO FIND HIS CLOSEST FRIEND AND SERVE HIM AS I DID GALEN. THIS FRIEND WAS YOU. BUT I AM IN CONFLICT." Sebastian was surprised and relieved to hear that Galen thought so highly of him, but he didn't dwell on it. "Why are you in conflict?" "HE WAS SADDENED THAT YOU LEFT, AND HIS HEALTH TOOK A DOWNWARD SPIRAL. I BLAME YOU FOR HIS DEATH." "You should blame yourself, Sev. You constantly antagonized me." The robot was silent for a time, processing the information.
"I AGREE...." He placed the rifle onto his back and stood, his robot body sitting completely still, staring at Sebastian. "FORTY SEVEN, MODEL FOUR-SEVEN, REVISION BD, REPORTING, MASTER. SHALL I KILL THE MEATBAGS DOWN THERE?" He turned towards the other two and started to reach for his rifle. "No no no no, they're fine. However, I do need one thing from you. We're looking for a red star gem. Do you think you could find that?" "YES, I DO BELIEVE I KNOW WHERE SUCH A THING EXISTS, BUT MY INTERNAL SENSORS ARE PICKING UP AN INCREASED NUMBER OF GHOULS APPROACHING. IT SEEMS THAT IN MY ANGER, I HAD ATTRACTED THE HORDE. WITH THE TURRETS DOWN, I SHALL NOT BE ABLE TO HOLD THEM OFF. THE BACKUP GENERATOR WAS SHUT DOWN SEVERAL MINUTES AGO, THE PRIMARY GENERATOR HAD A CATASTROPHIC MELTDOWN." Sebastian looked towards the other two, Gabe looking up and shaking his head. Anna was badly hurt, the fall having hurt her body. He went down and helped Gabe carry her up stairs. There was a passage in the back halls of the 2nd floor that lead up the tower. "Where is the Auto-doc, Sev?" "DESTROYED, IT OVERLOADED WHEN THE PRIMARY GENERATOR EXPLODED." They stopped and found a small bedchamber, taking her in. She tried to resist, but moving just made her scream in pain. "Alright, alright, I will be fine here for now." The group left her, shutting the door and following Sev to where the Gem was.
He stopped and looked at a blank wall, made of stone. They had left the wooden structure below and were now in the heart of Galen's tower. He stepped forward and...into the wall? Sebastian put his hand on the wall and it went right through. "Cloaking technology. You sneaky dog." He tried to step through, but Sev stepped back through first and handed him the red star. It was cold to the touch, about as big as a basket ball with a spherical middle, points like that of a star decorating the body. It was a crimson color and smelled of blood, it glistened in the darkness. Sebastian held it close, having no bag for it, and went down stairs with the others. They may have had the star, but they were still in immense danger.
Ghouls smashed at the gates, several breaking through and already trying to get into the front door. They were shot down quickly by Sev and Sebastian, but they were replaced quickly. They barricaded the doors with what they could find. There were hundreds out there. "I didn't even know there were that many Ghouls down here. Won't lie, not really optimistic about survival right now, how about you, Sev?" "NOPE. SCREWED."
"Hold up!" A noise from above her sounded, illuminating the darkness she was in for a moment. A silver string holding something floated down. Once it hit the floor with a soft clank, a light flicked on, casting Brooklyn in a bright white light before it dimmed slightly and her eyes got used to it. "It's dangerous to go alone. Take DT. She'll help out and map the area as well. Good luck." The little robot looked at her, a couple small beeps played in her ear, the AI within it recognizing the danger of making too much sound. She sounded off that she was ready and nodded her "head", the Gatling barrels jerking up and down with excitement. "Also, she's speaking in morse code. Hope you remember that from boot camp."
The other three upstairs made their way outside of the building after checking themselves for wounds and making sure that they were ready. They split up, checking all around the building for some type of entrance into the lower area where Brooklyn was, but could find nothing. Not even a hint to where an exit could be. "It seems that the area you fell in might be an older building or tunnel system. We can't find anything up here, no manhole covers, no doors leading downwards, nothing. We'll keep looking, but we're very close to Galen's tower now. If anybody has a map of the underground systems and entrances and exits, it'll be him."
Just then, Sebastian turned to the others only duck as a red projectile sped in front of his skull. "GET DOWN." The group split for a second, going for cover. They were about half a mile from the tower and they were taking fire?! "Sniper, definitely. Probably posted in the tower. That explains what happened to Galen. Come on." Anna and Gabe were hesitant at first, but both nodded and they stood, running with Sebastian as he dashed forward, diving from run down building to rubble to piece of metal. More sniper shots impacted the ground, aimed mostly for Sebastian. Anna and Gabe had very little trouble, but Sebastian was constantly under fire. They got closer to the tower and took cover behind a large destroyed wall together. In front of them was a considerable gate, large laser turrets posted on each collumn that ran along the gate, hundreds of old decaying bodies were around, many were almost ancient, bones and dust littering the field. They were just outside their range, but there was no way they'd be able to get past the perimeter. Sebastian sat down against the wall, placing his hand against the forehead of his helmet, thinking. "Alright, I have no clue how to get in there. Those Turrets are impregnable and I doubt Galen can hear me from in there." Anna turned towards him, kneeling, her hand on the wall. Gabe stood at the edge and peeked out for a moment, but nearly got his head blown off as a sniper round destroyed the spot on the wall where his head was. "How do you know the Turrets are impassible? Perhaps they are like the old versions, have to strafe to get past." "No...um...Brooklyn designed these ones, if you get the chance to poke out without getting killed, you'll see her mark. They're top of the line. I should know, I installed them." "Just how long ago were you last here?" "I was here last year for the old man's birthday. I ended up leaving because his Assassin-protocol-droid had a nasty glitch and threw me out. Galen wanted to let me back in, but I said, and I quote "To hell with your droid, this is the last time he throws me out." By that point he had thrown me out fifty seven...wait, fifty nine times. He tried to plead but...I sorta went off the handle and said "Fuck you!" And stormed off." "So...you had a temper tantrum?" "You try getting thrown out of your not-dad's house fifty nine times and keep from being royally pissed off." "Good point."
"That is a crock of lies, Sebastian! I threw you out because you tried to kill me in my sleep!"
"What..." Apparently the man inside could hear him quite well. He played his voice through a speakerphone from somewhere around the mansion. "Is your memory whack old man?!" "It's better than most things on this rock!" "Perhaps you got a little too close to that droid you love so much! He must have fried you with radiation!" "I Shower every day!" "You shower?! You're hooked up to a bed! You have to be sponged!" "And Forty-Seven does a damn good job!" Something wasn't right, his responses were...off. At least to Sebastian. "ANYWAYS...BullSHIT, Galen! Your Sev got pissed that I bought you a good gift and he threw me out!" "That is a crock of lies, Sebastian! I threw you out because you tried to kill me in my sleep!" "Waiiit a second...." "You noticed that too, Anna?" "Yeah, that was the same message. All his messages are pre-recorded. That sniper definitely isn't him and I'd place money on Galen having been killed." "Enough of your lies! Die now!" The turrets switched on then and the frontal ones all faced towards where Sebastian and Anna were sitting and opened fire. They hit the concrete wall but were doing little more than scorching it. "Yyyeah, that's the fatal flaw of Brook's design of that model. They were great anti-personnel and light armor piercers, but against anything more than heavy-gauge chain mail and they would be useless." "She really needs to up the anti on her weapons." "Oh man, you should have seen her mark sixes, WORK OF ART." He made sure that she heard that bit in the comms.
"We need to move though, Sebastian. The turrets are making a lot of noise." "There is a building inside the killzone we can run to." Gabe spoke up, standing by his post on the corner. Sebastian stood and came close, peering over the pony-man's shoulder and seeing the cover. "Excellent, and at this range the turrets can't hit for shit." He turned and grabbed Anna, slinging her over his shoulder. "Put me down! I can ru-" Before she could finish, Sebastian was out into the battlezone, running faster than normal and through the hail of bullets and lasers and taking refuge in a small building within the laser turret killzone. Gabe took a more careful approach, using the distraction to move from cover to cover. The sniper was still trying to shoot at him, but he didn't do much. He made it in after Anna finished chastising Sebastian and having checked the place for any ghouls that might have taken refuge here as well.
The turrets continued to wail on the building in a vain attempt to kill them, but they did little more than stir a ruckus and begin drawing in curious ghouls. Before long they were diverted to dealing with the ghouls and keeping them out of the killzone. They did a wonderful job. Sebastian picked his way through the building, it was an old home before the undercity stopped being habitable. He found an old chair and plopped down. Dust and dirt flew everywheres. Anna stood while Gabe sat on the ground and watched the light show outside.
"So...how do you know Galen Hek anyway?" "Now that's a long story...hold on...Brook, how are you doing? While you're down there exploring, you might find an active power substation or something, see if you can shut it off and we can get inside."
"Alright...so, Galen Hek. He used to be my squad commander back when I was in the army. Just before I became a prosthetic." "So...wait...he's older than you? How is that possible?" She sat down with Gabe now, watching Sebastian intently as he told his story. "The power of electronics are crazy, Anna. There are a few people that are well over two hundred years old. He's mostly digital now, being the sole person who managed to convert his consciousness over to the Digi-net but literally deleting the knowledge on how to do so from his memory after successfully doing it so people wouldn't pester him about it. He's the man that originally convinced me to go Pro...pro being the term back then to go prosthetic. It was back in the days of Esmerelda the 2nd. A.K.A. The Scarlet Queen...hah...I remember on a couple missions into the Tenau territory where Galen would just start chanting "Down. Down. Down with the Bloody Red Queen." and we'd all join in on the chant and end up making the Pilot threaten to turn the bird around if we didn't shut the fuck up...he's also the reason why I always drink a pint of Scarlet Rose Whiskey on June 15th. Hah...he really hated that bitch...good times." Anna and Gabe both glared at him at the disrespect to Queen Esmerelda. Obviously taking offense. "She was one of our greatest queens." "And was also a murderer that would torture IVTs live on camera. The day that my squad killed her-"
"YOUR SQUAD WAS THE ONE THAT KILLED HER?!" She stood, enraged. She reached for Shalizar's spear, anger writhing in her, but Sebastian put up his hand. "Calm yourself, woman. Galen put the knife in her stomach and was the one to throw her off the clock tower. I wasn't there. The recovery process for going Pro is a minimum 5 months with an extra nine of training." She was reluctant, but she sat back down on the floor with Gabe. "A few years after that, Galen went pro as well, but did so only so he could leave the military quickly after as they "Bored him." And went into the underground. He traveled from place to place, getting in touch with super hackers and learning the trade, but then he started diving into the net using Virtual Reality headsets and spending weeks immersed in them. Every time he came out he went up a hundred or so IQ points and knew more about hacking and exploiting systems than anybody dreamed of knowing. About three years before Prosthetics became outlawed, he found me and approached me. He wanted me to be his assistant and bodyguard. Considering the rumors that surrounded him, I didn't object."
"He took me here, to the undercity. He used an old-now inaccessible-route to get into his mansion to get me there without going near the ghouls and he started to teach me the tools of the trade. It's why I'm so good at hacking. He explained that he wanted an apprentice because he had foreseen the downfall of the prosthetics. I was naturally naive and stupid and told him that Prosthetics were the future, but he just laughed. He showed me how to break Digi-codes and get into any security system, design security walls, and I eventually turned around and told him about a brilliant idea I dreamed up. Security Mazes. Multiple routes and connections that must be virtually accessed-diving into the net-into that would have defenses not unlike a fort. These defenses being viruses and redirects. He thought it was a brilliant idea and we collaborated on it, producing the Security maze that protects mine and Brooklyn's Digi-vaults."
"Wow...seems like he means a lot to you." Anna stretched, her bones starting to become stiff from the sitting and listening to Sebastian's story. She stood and crept to the window, there weren't anymore lasers or ghouls and they didn't turn to fire on her. She came back over and leaned against a post. "How long as the Digi-net been active?" "Too long. Nobody even remembers the original creator or the original hardware that was used to launch it. It's...amazing though." "How so?" "Will tell you later, for now, a little rest. My jaw hurts from not shutting up." He found a small lever on the chair and pulled it, the footstool on the inside still working and kicking his feet up so he could lean back a little and relax. "Can't do anything until we get confirmation from Brooklyn and DT." "Hope they're doing okay."
The other three upstairs made their way outside of the building after checking themselves for wounds and making sure that they were ready. They split up, checking all around the building for some type of entrance into the lower area where Brooklyn was, but could find nothing. Not even a hint to where an exit could be. "It seems that the area you fell in might be an older building or tunnel system. We can't find anything up here, no manhole covers, no doors leading downwards, nothing. We'll keep looking, but we're very close to Galen's tower now. If anybody has a map of the underground systems and entrances and exits, it'll be him."
Just then, Sebastian turned to the others only duck as a red projectile sped in front of his skull. "GET DOWN." The group split for a second, going for cover. They were about half a mile from the tower and they were taking fire?! "Sniper, definitely. Probably posted in the tower. That explains what happened to Galen. Come on." Anna and Gabe were hesitant at first, but both nodded and they stood, running with Sebastian as he dashed forward, diving from run down building to rubble to piece of metal. More sniper shots impacted the ground, aimed mostly for Sebastian. Anna and Gabe had very little trouble, but Sebastian was constantly under fire. They got closer to the tower and took cover behind a large destroyed wall together. In front of them was a considerable gate, large laser turrets posted on each collumn that ran along the gate, hundreds of old decaying bodies were around, many were almost ancient, bones and dust littering the field. They were just outside their range, but there was no way they'd be able to get past the perimeter. Sebastian sat down against the wall, placing his hand against the forehead of his helmet, thinking. "Alright, I have no clue how to get in there. Those Turrets are impregnable and I doubt Galen can hear me from in there." Anna turned towards him, kneeling, her hand on the wall. Gabe stood at the edge and peeked out for a moment, but nearly got his head blown off as a sniper round destroyed the spot on the wall where his head was. "How do you know the Turrets are impassible? Perhaps they are like the old versions, have to strafe to get past." "No...um...Brooklyn designed these ones, if you get the chance to poke out without getting killed, you'll see her mark. They're top of the line. I should know, I installed them." "Just how long ago were you last here?" "I was here last year for the old man's birthday. I ended up leaving because his Assassin-protocol-droid had a nasty glitch and threw me out. Galen wanted to let me back in, but I said, and I quote "To hell with your droid, this is the last time he throws me out." By that point he had thrown me out fifty seven...wait, fifty nine times. He tried to plead but...I sorta went off the handle and said "Fuck you!" And stormed off." "So...you had a temper tantrum?" "You try getting thrown out of your not-dad's house fifty nine times and keep from being royally pissed off." "Good point."
"That is a crock of lies, Sebastian! I threw you out because you tried to kill me in my sleep!"
"What..." Apparently the man inside could hear him quite well. He played his voice through a speakerphone from somewhere around the mansion. "Is your memory whack old man?!" "It's better than most things on this rock!" "Perhaps you got a little too close to that droid you love so much! He must have fried you with radiation!" "I Shower every day!" "You shower?! You're hooked up to a bed! You have to be sponged!" "And Forty-Seven does a damn good job!" Something wasn't right, his responses were...off. At least to Sebastian. "ANYWAYS...BullSHIT, Galen! Your Sev got pissed that I bought you a good gift and he threw me out!" "That is a crock of lies, Sebastian! I threw you out because you tried to kill me in my sleep!" "Waiiit a second...." "You noticed that too, Anna?" "Yeah, that was the same message. All his messages are pre-recorded. That sniper definitely isn't him and I'd place money on Galen having been killed." "Enough of your lies! Die now!" The turrets switched on then and the frontal ones all faced towards where Sebastian and Anna were sitting and opened fire. They hit the concrete wall but were doing little more than scorching it. "Yyyeah, that's the fatal flaw of Brook's design of that model. They were great anti-personnel and light armor piercers, but against anything more than heavy-gauge chain mail and they would be useless." "She really needs to up the anti on her weapons." "Oh man, you should have seen her mark sixes, WORK OF ART." He made sure that she heard that bit in the comms.
"We need to move though, Sebastian. The turrets are making a lot of noise." "There is a building inside the killzone we can run to." Gabe spoke up, standing by his post on the corner. Sebastian stood and came close, peering over the pony-man's shoulder and seeing the cover. "Excellent, and at this range the turrets can't hit for shit." He turned and grabbed Anna, slinging her over his shoulder. "Put me down! I can ru-" Before she could finish, Sebastian was out into the battlezone, running faster than normal and through the hail of bullets and lasers and taking refuge in a small building within the laser turret killzone. Gabe took a more careful approach, using the distraction to move from cover to cover. The sniper was still trying to shoot at him, but he didn't do much. He made it in after Anna finished chastising Sebastian and having checked the place for any ghouls that might have taken refuge here as well.
The turrets continued to wail on the building in a vain attempt to kill them, but they did little more than stir a ruckus and begin drawing in curious ghouls. Before long they were diverted to dealing with the ghouls and keeping them out of the killzone. They did a wonderful job. Sebastian picked his way through the building, it was an old home before the undercity stopped being habitable. He found an old chair and plopped down. Dust and dirt flew everywheres. Anna stood while Gabe sat on the ground and watched the light show outside.
"So...how do you know Galen Hek anyway?" "Now that's a long story...hold on...Brook, how are you doing? While you're down there exploring, you might find an active power substation or something, see if you can shut it off and we can get inside."
"Alright...so, Galen Hek. He used to be my squad commander back when I was in the army. Just before I became a prosthetic." "So...wait...he's older than you? How is that possible?" She sat down with Gabe now, watching Sebastian intently as he told his story. "The power of electronics are crazy, Anna. There are a few people that are well over two hundred years old. He's mostly digital now, being the sole person who managed to convert his consciousness over to the Digi-net but literally deleting the knowledge on how to do so from his memory after successfully doing it so people wouldn't pester him about it. He's the man that originally convinced me to go Pro...pro being the term back then to go prosthetic. It was back in the days of Esmerelda the 2nd. A.K.A. The Scarlet Queen...hah...I remember on a couple missions into the Tenau territory where Galen would just start chanting "Down. Down. Down with the Bloody Red Queen." and we'd all join in on the chant and end up making the Pilot threaten to turn the bird around if we didn't shut the fuck up...he's also the reason why I always drink a pint of Scarlet Rose Whiskey on June 15th. Hah...he really hated that bitch...good times." Anna and Gabe both glared at him at the disrespect to Queen Esmerelda. Obviously taking offense. "She was one of our greatest queens." "And was also a murderer that would torture IVTs live on camera. The day that my squad killed her-"
"YOUR SQUAD WAS THE ONE THAT KILLED HER?!" She stood, enraged. She reached for Shalizar's spear, anger writhing in her, but Sebastian put up his hand. "Calm yourself, woman. Galen put the knife in her stomach and was the one to throw her off the clock tower. I wasn't there. The recovery process for going Pro is a minimum 5 months with an extra nine of training." She was reluctant, but she sat back down on the floor with Gabe. "A few years after that, Galen went pro as well, but did so only so he could leave the military quickly after as they "Bored him." And went into the underground. He traveled from place to place, getting in touch with super hackers and learning the trade, but then he started diving into the net using Virtual Reality headsets and spending weeks immersed in them. Every time he came out he went up a hundred or so IQ points and knew more about hacking and exploiting systems than anybody dreamed of knowing. About three years before Prosthetics became outlawed, he found me and approached me. He wanted me to be his assistant and bodyguard. Considering the rumors that surrounded him, I didn't object."
"He took me here, to the undercity. He used an old-now inaccessible-route to get into his mansion to get me there without going near the ghouls and he started to teach me the tools of the trade. It's why I'm so good at hacking. He explained that he wanted an apprentice because he had foreseen the downfall of the prosthetics. I was naturally naive and stupid and told him that Prosthetics were the future, but he just laughed. He showed me how to break Digi-codes and get into any security system, design security walls, and I eventually turned around and told him about a brilliant idea I dreamed up. Security Mazes. Multiple routes and connections that must be virtually accessed-diving into the net-into that would have defenses not unlike a fort. These defenses being viruses and redirects. He thought it was a brilliant idea and we collaborated on it, producing the Security maze that protects mine and Brooklyn's Digi-vaults."
"Wow...seems like he means a lot to you." Anna stretched, her bones starting to become stiff from the sitting and listening to Sebastian's story. She stood and crept to the window, there weren't anymore lasers or ghouls and they didn't turn to fire on her. She came back over and leaned against a post. "How long as the Digi-net been active?" "Too long. Nobody even remembers the original creator or the original hardware that was used to launch it. It's...amazing though." "How so?" "Will tell you later, for now, a little rest. My jaw hurts from not shutting up." He found a small lever on the chair and pulled it, the footstool on the inside still working and kicking his feet up so he could lean back a little and relax. "Can't do anything until we get confirmation from Brooklyn and DT." "Hope they're doing okay."
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"Oh god. It's a doggie." "A what?" "A dog! look!" Alice stood, running to the dog. The Shepard took a defensive stance, preparing for the worst, but the gentle hands that graced his head calmed him quickly. A hand under the chin, moving to his stomach. "Oooh, who's a cute little doggy?! You are! Yeah you are! Ooh, he has blood on his mouth and it's fresh...EVEN BETTER." The dog got into the apartment a little and was on his back as Alice scratched at his ribs and stomach, giving him a huge amount of compliments and cutesy comments. Killian stood up, stepping over to the dog and kneeling down. "You're too groomed to be a stray...where's your owner?" He stood up and went to the door, peering out. He saw a woman walking down the hall towards the apartment. "Hey down there! Your dog came in here, least I think it's your dog. Am I going to have to shoot you?! Not really in the mood right now, and your dog is cute...uh...want some potato chips?!" She stopped where she was and drew back her bow, having nocked an arrow for safety's sake before entering the building. With the tip just out of her sight and aimed at the man's head she glared. She wasn't one for suprises. However, this man seemed okay at first sight. Slowly, the woman approached loosened the tension on the string and lowered the weapon. He would be okay if there were no traps in the next room. Even though she didn't sense anything amiss she didn't risk un-nocking the arrow or letting her fingers stray too far. She stood outside the apartment door examining the interior carefully. Instead of properly introducing herself or even bothering to keep the conversation going at all she whistled sharply. In seconds Chevy was bouncing to her side panting and wagging his tail. "Aww." "Sorry, Alice has an affinity for dogs. They like her for some reason." She just glared at him and went back to sitting.
He stuck his hand out to greet her. "Killian." But he didn't get a shake in return, just a stare..."Strong silent type?" She looked between the strange man and the hand offered to her but refused to take it. "Jera," she squared her shoulders and nodded, "Sorry, can't say I'm much for conversation or new friends in light of certain circumstances... Thanks for not hurting my dog." He took his hand back and smiled. "No problem. I'm not an idiot, I don't kill without a reason. Thanks for not shooting me with your bow...is that carbon fiber or painted wood? It looks really good. Oh, my apologies, come in if you want. Not sure how safe the other rooms are or how stable they are, but this one has a lot of the old amenities. Like blankets." "CLEAN ONES TOO!" "Quiet you." Stepping back into the apartment, they shut the door again and sat down. Though Jera didn't join them on the furniture. He handed her a small bowl of chips. "Where do you come from, Jera?"
He stuck his hand out to greet her. "Killian." But he didn't get a shake in return, just a stare..."Strong silent type?" She looked between the strange man and the hand offered to her but refused to take it. "Jera," she squared her shoulders and nodded, "Sorry, can't say I'm much for conversation or new friends in light of certain circumstances... Thanks for not hurting my dog." He took his hand back and smiled. "No problem. I'm not an idiot, I don't kill without a reason. Thanks for not shooting me with your bow...is that carbon fiber or painted wood? It looks really good. Oh, my apologies, come in if you want. Not sure how safe the other rooms are or how stable they are, but this one has a lot of the old amenities. Like blankets." "CLEAN ONES TOO!" "Quiet you." Stepping back into the apartment, they shut the door again and sat down. Though Jera didn't join them on the furniture. He handed her a small bowl of chips. "Where do you come from, Jera?"
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"Dad! Look! A ukelele!" Stepping into a small apartment on the eastern side of old Fort collins, Alice had picked it out right away. Though Killian tried to stop her, caution making him shine it in the darkened room, but there was nothing. The little girl picked up the Ukelele and started to pick the strings a little, adjusting the turners on the top until she found a sound that she liked. For a 15 year old, she was talented as hell, took after her mother, bless her soul. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh, seeing his daughter throw caution to the wind and pluck the strings of the ukelele regardless of the fact that there could be undead just outside the door. It didn't matter, if he didn't deal with them in time she'd slice out everything from their brain to their toes. He closed the apartment door behind him and set down his quiver, exploring the apartment a little. It was small and quaint, a little messy but relatively untouched by time. There was a small balcony that overlooked the fort and a couple bedrooms to boot. No undead at all, and even a few food supplies! It seemed that somebody had lived her a while back, must have died at some point outside the room. Oh well, they'd want them to have it. "Hey! Found some cream corn!" "Oh My God! Really?! BEST. PLACE. EVER." The girl got excited easily, but then again, she enjoyed the little things, anything that could possibly make somebody happy for a moment would make her day, that in turn would make Killian happy since his daughter, Alice, was happy. It was all that a father could want.
He brought it out and found an old recliner. He sat down and inhooked a little bit of his armor, placing it on the ground. Alice walked over to the balcony door and opened it up. The light of the sunset poured into the room, coating it in a deep orange glow. She came to her father, whom was holding a the bag he found in the other room. "Is that a bag of chips?!" "Unopened, want it?" "HECK YEAH I DO. GIMMIE GIMMIE." She reached down to grab it but Killian pulled it away. "Have you no manners girl?! Have I taught you nothing?!" "Ugh...please?" "No. Now you don't get chips. Ooooh, and they're your favorite kind too! Chedder!" "You arse!" "No you!" His tongue poked out a little as he laughed, Alice glaring at him with her bright green eyes. "Come on...please?! You know I love them! Come on!" He placed his finger on his chin, pursing his lips and staring into the ceiling. "I...suppoooose. But only because you have a spider on your knee." "WHAT" She jumped back and slapped at her knee several times, finding nothing. Realizing that it was a ruse, she looked back at her father and glared for a moment before a big bag of chips hit her in the face via a throw from him. He had taken off his armor, a dirty black shirt underneath.
"So..." She said, stuffing the chips into her mouth like an animal. "How far do you think we....are from...The Temple?" "Slow down girl, you're going to choke yourself." "Can't...help it...too goo." "Goo?" "Just made...it up. Like...now. Too lazy to...use Ds." "Oookay then....I think we've still got a couple weeks left. Remember, we're in Colorado, the Temple is on the other side of Washington, in fricken Olympia." "Darn it! Oh...well, journey...not destination...right?!" He reached over and snatched the bag from her. She had eaten half of it already. "You pig!" "I take after you!" "You take after your mother!" "Damn straight I do!" "HEY!" "Oh bite me. I can curse every now and then." "Don't make me take your ukelele away." "Don't make steal your diary and pawn it off to a traveller again." "Grounded is too soft a word for what you'll be if you do that again." "Ooooh, soooo scared." He launched off of the recliner, tackling Alice to the ground and wrestling her, rubbing his knuckles on the top of her head.
They had been travelling for a good couple months across the US from their home town of texas, all in search of this place called "The Temple." Rumors everywhere said that there was this place in Olympia that had food stores that could support a town of three hundred for fifty years, protection that could repel the most ferverent of Zombies and views beyond what could be imagined. A paradise. To most people, it was a story, but Killian had proof, a post card from there, a picture from before the end of the world, soldiers and people building it, even giving an address to it! It proved that it was more than just real! It would be their home, he swore by it! He and Alice had never been ones for towns anyway, too crowded, they had each other and were happy. They used to have a third but she sadly passed away when Alice was but six years old. Since then, she and Killian had become especially close, best friends. It proved invaluable more than a few times on the road, having saved each other's lives from not only the undead, but people and plants too.
"That'll teach you to respect me, little missy." She was sitting there, her jaw slacked and her hair messed up, her own shirt sleeves stretched and used to tie her hands together. "Jerk."
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