Vash

Cybernetic Rebellion [Vash & DemonTongue]

Alexander Callahan

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Lunar Burn

Hawkmoon

"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing here? Pretending to be a hero? A Bandit? Some kind of superman? Here's reality you little twat. You were nothing before and now, you're pointing a .32 caliber handgun at me and you are STILL nothing. You pathetic little bastard. Go ahead. Shoot me. You will do nothing."

Ducking down behind cover, bullets whizzed overhead. The snow was coming down hard, but it nary slowed down his reloading. He popped back up and fired his revolver blindly several times, not aiming but hitting home as he heard a gurgle from on the other side of the firing line. He reloaded again and dived out to another brick building. He looked up and saw several bricks popped out along with several protrusions. He grabbed a foothold and scrambled up the wall, rolling into a window as the bottom was surrounded by bandits.

He slipped his rifle off of his back and slid up to a window, popping out and aiming at the faint glint of metal on the street below, firing just above it and seeing the splash of crimson explode into the air as the head of the bandit below was eviserated by the .50 caliber bullet. He ducked back down as fire started to shread the window and he ran for a door.

Bursting through it he ducked as a knife swiped at his head. He dropped his rifle and yanked out his knife from his boot and blocked a second swipe from his attacker, deflecting it to the side and blocking the third swipe with his hand before plunging his own knife into the attacker's neck. He picked the knife off of the body and threw it by the blade behind him, the knife plunging into the chest of a new entrant. He yanked his pistol out of his holster and fired several times, dropping a second bandit whom had stormed through the door. He clicked a button on the side and electricity arched through the weapon. He held down the trigger and pointed it at the window, waiting. Sounds of footsteps above alerting him to bandits repelling in. The first one into the window exploded into a mess of gore as a gauss powered railgun round penetrated the very being of the poor bastard that had chosen that window. There was nothing left.

"Stupid move, kid." The kid below him, lying in the dust, his knees shattered, his gun dismantled, sobbing. "Told you to shoot me and you were stupid enough to do it. Now, you will be just another clump of dust in the wind...." He turned away, his bag full of high-bounty-bandit-head at his side, and started to walk on the trail he had been traveling before. "Should have gone home."

Praxis, Kell of the house of Eclipse

"My name...Is Praxis."

Standing before a ruined snow-covered battlefield, mired in the aftermath of war upon his flagship "The Sword of Eclipse" stood it's captain, robes whipping about him from the intense wind slashing through the landscape. Steel in armor color with nearly white glowing eyes. His cloak was tattered from the age and abuse.

"I...am a Vascar of...simple pleasures, simple needs...simple desires..."

Standing before the final survivor of the battle, a human ranger whom was trespassing on Eclipse land. The captain reached to his back and unsheathed a Brutal Cutlass and planted it on the poor man's knee. As he cried out in pain, the captain bent over and back handed him, sending his precious "cowpoke hat" into the wind and used his upper left hand to grab the ranger by the jaw, lifting him up, pulling his cutlass out of the man's knee at the same time. The captain brought the trespasser close to His armored head Inspecting him.

"I revel in glory...honor myself and my house by crushing those whom oppose me...bathe in their blood, their sacrifice...."

The captain laughed, yelling "Ja ta koo, krawn!" in his own tongue before starting to squeeze the ranger's skull in hand. The human tried to flail and escape, but the captain was far stronger, and his head collapsed into blood and graymatter before the might of the captain.

"I...am the Kell of the Vascar House of Everlasting Eclipse. In your..."language" that would mean leader, ruler, king, sultan, warlord..I am all of them."

Riding upon the barrel of one of the Eclipse sand-hovercraft fleets many artillery guns, the Kell screamed to the sky of the mid-day desert sun! "Ko Wan Fon JAWK!" The cries of the hundreds below him spurred him to raise his Shatter Rifle Into the air, firing it as the fleet of one hundred thirty seven hovering vehicles race towards the city of Littlestone on the fringes of the desert regions. (Each word is a separate link)

"The Krawn? Rangers in your tongue...we have an...agreement with them. They do not hunt us for your pathetic "money..."

Standing upon a tower in the dead of night, the Kell takes the electricity laced wire-sniper-rifle and takes aim across the expanse of snow before him, aiming at a lone figure upon a hill in the distance, the silver medallion on his "cowpoke hat" shining brilliantly in the moonlight. With a loud bang, the head of the figure disappears in a show of gore seen only by the captain and his scope....

"We do not hunt them for sport...."

Anna Toland

Standing alone in the courtyard of the Ranger compound, her rifle on her back and her Decimater in it's barely-fitting holster. watching the new "recruit" be brutalized by the trainers. She laughed and shook her head, recalling to just the previous day, convincing the leaders to let him in based on the stories she had read about his kind, the Exo, machines built for war that they were unable to participate in, left to rot until something woke them up. He had already proven himself by taking down Conway the indomitable, the only man on the bounty board to be listed as "public enemy number one" with multiple rewards from both the Rangers themselves and benefactors in the land that totaled well over two billion Tabs. The most wanted man in the land, dead by Alexander's hands and looking like he didn't even exert any real effort. She couldn't help but notice just how nice he looked in the tight training clothing....

Her oogling was disrupted by a particular annoyance, a man she had grown to hate to nearly infinite ends: Tony Tessaro...and his bodyguard that she is good friends with, Gabe Kinsley.

Tony...she hated his attitude, his look, his fucking hair. She was tempted to put a bullet in her throat whenever he was even around, and now he had stopped next to her and put his damn body against the wall, leaning like a jackass wanting to plow something. She glared death into his eyes as he spoke. "Hey there..." He said, trying his best to sound sexy and alluring. She cringed and immediately reacted on instinct, her fist slamming right into his miniscule dick and making him lurch over in pain, falling to the ground and writing in agony. She spoke, anger and venom in her voice. "If I have told you once, Tony, I have told you a thousand times: Do not associate with me you perverted needle dicked fuck." She spit at him, the saliva hitting the side of his face. Meanwhile, right behind hm, Gabe was choking up something awful, trying to hide his laughter. Anna stepped over him and pulled him into a hug. "Always good to see you, Gabriel. Are we still on for lunch tomorrow evening?" Biting his lip and holding back the tears as Tony groaned in pain, gripping his groin in pain. He nodded and she kissed him on the cheek. "Have a good day, Gabe!" She walked way, satisfied.

The Vascar

The Vascar race is a nomad race, split into 30 different clans that travel the galaxy, having no true home other than their ships, they are hardy, but are often considered to be scoundrels and bloodthirsty villains. They live a bloody life from birth to death, having their lower arms lasered off until they earn a proper rank within their floating colonies. They are very loyal to one another to a fault, and are famous for their rapid regeneration, even able to regenerate limbs over the cours of a few weeks. They are especially fertile, able to breed at a very fast rate. The females are often placed into protected states, rarely being placed into armed forces unless they are very strong or have proved themselves willing to kill. Many take up lives as providers of arms, armor, food, clothing, and all manner of goods at home. Regardless of their servant like lifestyle, very few are actually servants. Many are even diplomats and leaders of the colonies. Many would say that the soldiers are the will of the women. (Women dominated race)

The women are often thinly built with two arms, commonly standing at 7 feet tall, though it is not unheard of to have many be 5 feet or 9. Many have very long hair and enjoy plenty of jewelry and exotic garments, all hand made. Most are, by human standards, "Curvy", with "c cup" and two birthing canals. The men are the soldiers and the pirates, ranging from thin, lanky, to large and muscular. Almost always with four arms. They are easily able to take on stealthy careers as assassins and thieves, but are just as likely to take on careers as front line soldiers in heavy armor. Able to take control of massive vehicles and ships with ease, they are the blood of the colonies.

They stand very tall, most at 9 feet and can end up at 11 foot. Those below 8.6 foot are disallowed from the military and are either killed or outcast from the colonies. They, like their female counterparts, have double genetalia so as to bolster their ranks. At birth, they have their lower arms cut off monthly until they pass the military initiation, graduating from a common "dreg" rank to "Dominus", where then they are allowed to fully regrow their arms and spend the rest of their lives as a fully equipped trooper of war. While many utilize rifles, many more prefer wielding electrified swords, cutlasses, and knives to close in and attack their enemies up close and personal.

TES: Akavir [Vash/DemonTongue]

"Freeze to death?" He laughed at the little woman before him. "I think you may pass on from age before I freeze to death, milady." He approached her and gestured. "Lead the way, 'Saint'." He chuckled to himself as he covered his mouth with the scarf yet again.

Kalineye City of the Glass River. Stepping into their walls, the Guardan and Darkelf were greeted by merchants in force, trinkets galore being shoved into their faces. Golden apples, salted fish, Tang-mo fur coats, red diamond jewelry, black sacrament dolls, black and yellow fanged lizards. Anything could be found in this city, using the mouth of the river as it's base, the city was a merchant's home, known for the nearly transparent water that flows from the mouth of the river, this border city is a large attraction to travelers and merchants alike and is a center of commerce for the land, even though import taxes are high and being of a certain race can get you higher prices and even a refusal of service.

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"'Scuse me, pardon me sir, excuse me, pardon...oh just get out of the way! Thank you! Gah!" The lizard-woman slithered her way through the streets, onlookers nearly treating her like a freak as she was the most unique race to walk-er...slither-into the city. Merchants avoided selling to her, and children were yanked away by mothers. She felt like crying as she was treated like a freak even in the land of freaks, surrounded by races she had never seen before. "Oh Annie...what have you gotten yourself into...?" She whispered to herself as she stood on one of the many docks. She had a light purple blouse covering her petite body, a medium bust and light features, her scales were mostly white, growing tan around her neck and face while her long black hair stretched down to the middle of her back. She had dark orange eyes and a pointed face. Her hands were delicate, yet clawed, and her tail was long and coiled around her as she rested. She had no visible scars on her body and there were few imperfections on her face save for a spattering of freckles on each cheek. Her lips were thin and cracked from a lack of water. She had no weapons on her and she almost looked defenseless and shy. Most likely because she was. She had a small satchel resting on her rump, which she pulled around to the front and opened, fishing out a small book that held a map of the land, key cities, and the location of a clan of like-minded people in the south, though the marker for that was crossed out and the note "Never go here again." written just below it. She slumped over the book and sighed. "I have no idea where to go or what to do..." She held her fingers on her nose, rubbing them on the corners of her eyebrows, trying to think.

TES: Akavir [Vash/DemonTongue]

Septimus Yelenyn

Name: Septimus Yelenyn
Race: Guardan
Age: 75
Occupation: Companion and friend to the Nerevarine.
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He carries one main weapon, the Sword that signifies him as a Guardan General. Uniquely crafted solely for his hands only, the Sword Of The Ancient Tongues Is a sword taking on an old, nearly ancient symbol of Akatosh, one of the Guardan's primary gods, on the hilt. Well balanced and razor sharp, the Sword of the Ancient Tongues is a weapon perfectly suited for Septimus in his journeys and is one of the few things he has kept close to his heart after washing his hands clean of the Guardan.

Along with it, he utilizes a pair of Parry Gauntlets As he does not utilize shields. The metal on them is more than able to deflect swords, leaving the attacker open for a lethal strike. They are also suited to blocking arrows, provided Septimus sees them coming.

Gear: He carries a small selection of gear, including:
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Bedroll

3 alchemical bombs that disable magic

Red Leather Bound Journal

Spare clothing

Food and Water

Septimus was born into a noble family in his home city of Palaven, high in the Guardan homeland. His parents were well respected in the military, as was his father, and right from adolescence he had big shoes to fill. From an early age, he was shown to be very adept with the sword, being light on his feet, but also showing an ability to command those around him. He entered into service early, his eagerness getting the better of him as he was scolded and berated by the larger, mature Guardan soldiers around him, yet garnering the respect and admiration of the higher ups. The bravery he showed helped him greatly in his time as he was quickly made into a squad commander and eventually into a full fledged Templar, a highly respected and feared soldier that utilized anti-magic potions and bombs to disable foes that rely on magicka. He was a ruthless soldier, sparing no quarter to his enemies, gleefully executing magic wielders. By the time he was thirty-nine, he had taken a wife, taken a position as a Templar, and was a little too confident of himself. He felt invincible as his squad completed quest after quest, never losing a member and never failing. He eventually came to lead the squad and even ascend higher, eventually becoming a general of the anti-magic forces, the Templars.

But the fall from his tower would be a great one. During his service, there was a massacre at a local village. Guardans and Tsaesci both slaughtered in the night by an unknown group. The efficiency of the deaths made many believe that it was the Guardan's fault. Later in life, new evidenced surfaced. A survivor coming forth and picking out Septimus. He denied every allegation, but a Testimony from his beloved wife had him quickly exiled from the Guardan homeland. Thrown into Ka po'tun territory and left for dead in exile, he scraped himself out of the grave they had dug for him and found his way to a major city to work his feelers. Because his exploits had ranged far and wide all over Akavir, he had many friends in many high places, and was quickly able to find out what really happened.

The man that had come forth with evidence was paid off, given forged evidence in a plot to dethrone Septimus and elope with his wife to Tsaesci lands. Enraged, he returned home and tried to speak of the crimes against him and the truth, but he was ignored and thrown out again. In retaliation, he found the general that had replaced him. He was a member of his old squad and originally had orders to kill Septimus on sight, but he knew that his former commander had nothing to do with that massacre and gave him the armor and weapon that was taken from him. Vengeance in his heart, he set out for the Tsaesci lands, questioning the people about where the two had eloped to. According to the locals, they lived in a small estate on the northern cliffs near the Ocean. With sword in hand he set out to find them.

It was the middle of the knight when he found their abode. Servants asleep, husband and wife slumbering, even the family pet in dream land. He silenced the dog and found the estate's library, inside being the evidence he needed to clear his name. He then started to board up the doors and windows as silently as he could, using the sounds of the waves to silence the banging. When he had finished, he found a torch and some flint and went to the only door he had not touched, the front door. He set a spark and knelt down in a meditative stance, praying to his god Akatosh to not let one of these evil creatures escape.

The estate was engulfed in flame, and the only place the inhabitants could run would be into Septimus' path. Any that were not killed by the fire were cut down. The husband and wife were mounted to the wall as a warning as to what would happen if betrayal was afoot, and whatever life that was inside the estate.

After murdering every last one of them, he returned home one last time and presented the evidence to his commanders. They were taken aback by it and apologized for not believing their Templar General in the first place. They offered him his position, his reputation, his home, and his life back. For a split second, he considered returning to his duties, but he had been betrayed by his own people one time too many, and thus he spat at the floor in front of them and said that he would sooner see himself in Oblivion before he joined the traitors again. They had a feeling that he would say this and said that his position would be forever open should he ever find forgiveness in his soul. He left, disgusted.

After leaving the Guardan, he found his way around Akavir again, exploring and adventuring. Seeing what he had missed while in service. At one point, he even stumbled onto a peculiar woman while he was traveling. An old dark elven woman that was beyond the age of most anyone that he knew, yet had the spryness of a teenager. He offered his companionship to her, boasting very little. She reluctantly accepted his offer and it was not long after their first campfire together that he found out that she was the Nerevarine. Most would try to either kill her or treat her differently. But the shrug and offering of grilled bear meat said that he didn't care,

Woland Attuchak

Name: Woland "Revenant" Attuchak
Age: 47
Occupation: Dark Brotherhood Listener, Hunter.
Appearance: Headshot
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Equipment: Woland is a light traveler, preferring to stay on his feet and never staying in one place too long.
1X Amulet that allows him to communicate with his wife, Myra, from great distances.
1x Ring that was given to him by Silvanus
40X Nordic-style arrows
1X set of Dark Brotherhood Listener Armor
1X Refined Steel Kite Shield
1X Ebony Wolf Katana
1X Nordic Style Longbow with long range sights.
1X Mask that conceals his identity.
1X week of food
3X jugs of water
1X coil of rope
1X Wood Axe
4X potion of Cure Disease

Woland was raised in his home of Atmora, a warrior of great skill and strength in his home village. He was an inquisitive man, seeking the secrets of the outer worlds. This yearning for knowledge made him a loner and introverted, only making him want to leave even more. When he turned eighteen, ignoring the pleas of his friends and family, he left with his sister, taking a ship out into the seas. Neither was never heard from again...least not by his family.

Four years later, the now grizzled man and sneaky young woman showed up in the land of prisoners: Akavir. Sporting four years of dungeon delving experience, he and his teenage sister was ready to take on Akavir. Not long after stepping onto Akavir, they met a powerful young warrior named Silvanus. With their trifecta of skills complementing each other, they became fast friends and ended up traveling all over Akavir together over the next four years, delving into ruins and, with time, Silvanus taught Woland a secret magic that allowed him to move at lightning fast speeds, much like blink, but without teleportation...after all the traveling, kinship, and adventures though..something snapped in Silvanus....

One cold and dark night, he had stormed into the tent, pointing his sword at Woland's sister, accusing her of being part of the evil dark brotherhood. Woland immediately sprang up and denied every word of it and rose his sword to his. A lightning fast backhand to Woland's face and a slash to his sister's throat ended the conversation, but started a long, bloody rivalry between two former best friends. As she lay there choking on her own blood, Silvanus departing quickly after and Woland being at her side, she had imprinted him with the Dark Brotherhood's mark, passing her knowledge onto him and continuing the chain. She passed soon after and felt Sithis talking to him, commanding him to recruit more brothers and sisters and kill in his name.

With revenge in his heart and anger consuming his soul, he accepted Sithis into his being and began his life with him. Over the next year, he quickly became much more honed and deadly, Faster in every regard, stronger than most Akavirians hope to be, and stealthier than any Tang-Mo assassin out there. He ascended through the ranks and gathered up a small handful of recruits, quickly becoming a listener for the dark brotherhood...But there is always that one contract, that hit that makes you consider life.

He was sent into the Tsaesci coast, a strange being had assisted in the destruction of a prison ship and a soul on the ship prayed to Sithis for her death. He had found her in the wreckage, wounded and dying already. She was totally unique, unlike any man or mer he had ever seen in his life, elegant and beyond beautiful. Even with Sithis pounding away in his skull, he chose to help her and heal her. Even though her wounds were great and she would need time to heal, plus a lack of exposure to the element she needed to live, water, she should have died. But instead he returned with her to his private sanctuary, one hidden in a cove on the edge of the Tsaesci realm. Hunter's Ridge. He prayed to Sithis and the Night Mother for forgiveness as he had very quickly fallen in love with this woman and asked that she be spared. They both were furious, demanding for him to kill her at first, but he adamantly refused. The night mother then offered a deal: her life in exchange for twenty years of service. He wholeheartedly agreed and the pact was made. Twenty years of his life thrown away for a woman he fell in love with at first sight.

For her however, it was a difficult adjustment. She was unable to get home, the waters far too treacherous and the people far too unforgiving of the unknown. While she respected Woland greatly for saving her, her love of him would form over time as he time and time again proved that he was a cut above the rest and made her feel as comfortable as he could, even building a small grotto within the home for her to privately use when she needed it. She was no adventurer, but she loved accompanying him on journeys, but when she was unable to or he was on a contract, she had instead given him a necklace, one she enchanted herself to allow her to communicate with him whenever it was needed. As her respect and adoration grew, she found herself not wanting to return home, but instead stay with Woland and eventually, the two married.

Now, twenty years later, it is approaching the date that Woland will finally be released from his contract, and he will be set free.

Annette Gibberon

Name: Annette "Annie" Gibberon
Race: Born Ssythyan, Bosmer Raised


"Let me tell you a Story, Nerevarine..."
Annie breathed deeply as they sat around the campfire, a blanket around her shoulders as the rest of the group leaned in to listen. The bitter cold bit at them, but only served as a reminder of where they were.
"There was once...a little girl. Black haired and innocent. In the middle of a forest. The light of the moon shined down upon her as she sat in a grove, coiled up around herself and weeping. Her parents were gone, her brother had disappeared, and she was alone, scared, and she was going to die. She had no reason to continue on, the raiders had taken everything but the shirt on her back. She wept and wept for what seemed like hours, but not all was lost.

A humble Bosmer farmer-hunter, finding food for him and his wife for the coming winter. He heard her crying and found her alone in the grove. He considered shooting her, but his curiosity got the better of him as there was nary a day he could remember that he had seen a girl like her. He approached her and startled her, but proved he was kind and asked her her name. "I don't know..." she said. He asked her where she came from. "I don't know..." she said. Where are your parents, he said. She said that they were with Akatosh now and he grew sad.

Without a moments thought, he offered his own home to the girl, a place for her to live. The girl was not dumb, she knew that she would die should she take any other path, so she obliged him and accompanied him to her new home.

The farmer would be a generous and loving father, raising her to be strong and respectful, but she ended up very shy and wary of others but her father. Soon after arriving at the home, the Farmer's wife had taken a toll for the worse, falling to an unknown disease, but the girl's kindness would bring him from the brink of joining her. He continued to raise her, teaching her all he knew and looking at her no different than he would his own flesh and blood, if he had any.

There was a town nearby where many a people would pass through, wares and trinkets being sold by the dozen to travelers of all shapes and sizes, she made few friends there, the town was small and while they were friendly in person, they were afraid of races not of their own, and the girl's was the strangest by far. The one friend she had made, a dark elf, would eventually become her closest companion as they grew together.

As she matured, she would come to be infatuated with him, and him with her, regardless of the town's feelings. Even as she reached the age where she would have to mate once a year, he would gladly oblige. As she reached adulthood though...the town's patience would be stretched thin....

Coming of age to be considered a young lady, her father was stricken by a strange plague, one carried by rats. There were no doctors that could heal it, and no magic institute was close enough to study this slowly spreading disease. Though her love of him was strong, it was not enough, and he passed away quietly during the night. The town would quickly learn of this and blame the child, stating that she carried the disease and was spreading it to them all. They imprisoned her and planned for her execution. But her lover, the dark elf, was a town guard, and happened to be in the jail that very night. He came to her and embraced her, but told her that her fate was inevitable, he could not prove her innocent to the people. She was stricken by grief at first, but then he spoke again. He spoke of a ship heading to a land named Akavir and was leaving that night. He could help her to it and she could live, but they would have to part.

She was heart broken, but knew that this was the right choice as it would hurt him more to watch her die. She obliged with her savior and he escorted her to the boat, where she snuck on via a crate and watched him stand on the shore and watch her leave. She silently wept to herself the entire ride as her life before was now gone forever."

She was silent now, pulling the blanket tighter, memories flooding back. The group gave their condolences in their own ways and she smiled for the first time in a while.

Characters - Secondary
Myra the Miraluk
Silvanus the Silver Plated
Kelsie Windemeyr The Mages Guild Archmage
Ark-ta-shook The Tsurask Chieftan

Star Wars: Annihilation [Vash & DemonTongue]

"Hah, oh! Oh Sterling! I-Wait...stop, stop."

Sitting up in the bed within Trinity's personal realm, she darted her eyes about the room, her internals scanning the ship. "Something's wrong. " Stirling sat next to her, his eye a light blue. It was rare when he and Trinity got "into the mood" and most of the time, it was interrupted by something going on in the ship, and this was no different case. "What is it, my dove?" "We're being tracked again. Outside of the ship, near the rear engine, compartment four...class two tracking device, unknown manufacturer, origin...Corusant...military sector...it's the Agents again. Come on." "Oh bloody hell..." He got up in a huff and disconnected, Trinity waited a few moments, worried about Sterling's continued stress and anger issues. She disconnected as well and went to inform Zen.

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Balva joined Iisska in the loading bay, plopping down with him for a few moments, a small drink in his hands. "Oi, is dat a Dee-tee fiddy sev-" Just before he could finish admiring Iisska's blaster, a shot rang out from behind them and Balva's head exploded in a mass of chunks and dark blue blood, most splattering onto Iisska. Iisska started to just yell. "AAAAH...WHAT THE-WHAT THE FUCK. " He turned around, blaster pointed, and saw Zen with a rifle. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?! WHYY?!" Zen started to chuckle and laugh. "Oh man...did you see his head?! It was like...PPTHTHHHH. And your face...your fricken face, man!" He started to laugh very hard, nearly keeling over at Iisska's reaction. Iisska's blaster shook from the anger and he nearly shot it, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the limp little body start to move. He looked at Balva's body, narrowing his eyes and seeing that the stump of a neck was healed and there was a...nub? It was growing...before long, it was sizable and took shape, eyes opened and Balva sat up again, turning and shaking his fist while Iisska looked like he had seen a ghost. "OI! YOU BLOODY ASSHOLE! I'LL 'AVE A CRICK IN ME NECK FOR DA REST OF DA AFTAHNOON. PISH OFF YOU WANKAH." Zen was nearly on the ground now laughing almost hysterically, but Trinity appeared on a holo projector near them and spoke. "Zen, we have a problem." He was like a lightswitch, coming out of the laughing and standing like he never laughed in the first place. "What is it?" His face was stern and serious. "There is a tracker on the ship, Zen. Agents again. Want me to pop it off with a small charge again?" "Hmm..." He paced back and forth now, considering the next move.

They had been tagged by the agents a ridiculous amount of times. Enough to have learned their encryption algorithms forwards and backwards. They weren't fooling anybody, plus, they sent Zen a nasty letter that almost affected him. Almost. Then, he had an idea. "No. Not yet. I have an Idear!" "An...idear?" "YES! Take us to Kamino!" "Why Kamino?" "Because I want them to try and kill me, and fail miserably. YOU!" He pointed right at Iisska and he immediately felt the force surround him. "Come here you, I have a task." Iisska was yanked off of his arse and pulled across the room, hitting the wall and being stuck to it until Zen walked out of the room and he was dragged across the wall and through the door, regardless of how much he fought it.

"Now...hold still...no, stop fighting, Just a knot here, and a bit there...DAMMIT STOP MOVING. Know what, final step comes now, gimmie the...There we go. Now sit there and shut up. Oh, now that's just rude, sir. That gesture is quite obscene."

*Ahem*
Record this Trinity...alright, thank you.
"Dear Merlai, and the other Agent bantha poodoo that think they're going to do anything."
Zen stood in front of Trinity, whom was recording him. Gyro was at his side and he had his hands clasped before him. He was very aloof and on his toes.
"You do not frighten me. Your actions simply fill my day with glee, your attempts to stop me simply bore me. So, i invite you to come and get me at the enclosed coordinates on Kamino, Kalcozah sector. Come on, bring everything you have. I want your worst, I want your best. I want a capital ship. Come kill me, I'm ready to die."
He waved at the camera now, smiling. "Love: Zenithar!"

"PS: We have a hostage."
He pulled Iisska into view, whom was tied up with a disturbing amount of rope and a ballgag. The air rippled around him as the force mixed with anger.

The feed cut then and Zen sliced off a rope with his lightsaber so Iisska could get free, without even singing him! "Okay Zen, shall I send it?" "Nope, not yet. Gotta get there first. STERLING!" He yelled. Sterling came in the room moments later, his face cleaned of the graffiti. "What is it that you want, Zen? Do not think that I have forgotten the...Grrraffiti you stenciled upon my fac-" "We get to kill agents. Prepare your guns and show Iisska how to turret." "I forgive you. Come along, Iisska."

With a deep hole in the back of Zen's head being carved out by Iisska's laser-glare, he reluctantly walked away with Sterling. Trinity spoke now. "So...why Kamino?" Zen didn't answer her, he simply smiled.

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Kamino, Kalkozah sector, Kinowa city.

They had docked within a private space port deep within the heart of the city, near the lowest levels. There was the occasional mandalorian symbol on the wall as the group looked around the landing bay. They and the ship were pulled along by a freight conveyer belt and moved to a large room with large walls blocking the entire room from view. It was much like a maze. The ship was ferried through the halls and to a central point where smaller walls and pillars stood. Marquis spoke then as they entered. "What is this place, Zen?" Zen held up a hand to tell him to be very quiet and to move back. They did so and Zen stepped forward and whistled. Out from within the maze, a roar echoed. The roar chilled the blood of Iisska as there was only one creature that had a Roar like that.

Zen moved forward some more as It Stepped around the corner. Massive in size, it nearly doubled Zen's height, and tripled his width. It was a Tarentatek, the largest threat to any force user in the world. A body nearly immune to all but the most powerful force powers, and a hide that shugs off heavy blaster fire. It approached and stopped just before Zen, it's eyes darting between him and the "food with head tentacles" behind him. Saliva dripped out of it's mouth and to the floor, it's breath was disgusting enough to knock out most clone troopers, and the blood of what may be hundreds of victims was layered on it's claws and mouth. Zen held up his hand and, to the group's surprise, it obeyed and knelt, allowing Zen to place his hand on the creature's forehead and what seems like communicate with it.

He released his grip on the monster's head after a few short moments and turned. "There, now she won't eat you...hopefully. OH." He held up a large sealed back from behind his back and threw it up. It was filled with a dark red liquid that the Tarentatek caught in it's humongous mouth. It turned and went back to it's patrol while Zen returned to the group. Sterling spoke, his eye a bright yellow from either fear or shock.

"What in all the bloody voids was with that..." Zen smirked and spoke. "I am very, very good with animals...plus finding one as a baby helps a lot. Okay, ETA on the Agents, Trin?"

Trinity had very quickly gotten used to the mobile holo projector and she popped up. "About three hours, Zen. But one thing: Next time you pick up the most dangerous creature in the galaxy, let me know so I can never speak to you again." "Done."

Zen went back inside the ship for a moment, carrying out his guns and two lightsabers. Gyro was with him as well. "Alright, so, the fun part is coming. YAY! I have my guns and sabers, Iisska...don't die. Need you for things later. Sterling, kill things. Trinity, also kill things. Don't stop until they start crying, then make them wuss out like bitches and remember to have some fun!" He threw up his weapons and they floated in the air with the force. He tested the rifles, firing them at a wall while he caught his sabers. Now he was a walking armory, and he was going to slaughter everything. Ever.

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Heaing Iisska's screaming, Zen poked his head through the door and smiled. "Oh, hi there, Togi. Is there a problem?" Iisska locked eyes with Zen and grimmaced with Gyro breathing down his neck again. "What do you think?" he said through his teeth, "Can you call her off? Please?" "And Why exactly should I help?" "Because... I don't... I don't know! Just do something about your damn pet!" he hissed and cringed as she started growling again. "I don't think so. You're a mechanic, not my friend. Make it a week and I might learn your name. Until then, you're Togi, either occasional bullet sponge and mechanic, or Tuk'ata food." He started clapping then, sliding out of view. The clapping continued down the hall until he stopped.

Rage and fear started pushing him to the boiling point and he shuddered with thoughts of pain and brutal murder mixing with ideas of escape. Someday... "Okay, girl," he tried to reason with her again, "It's okay, I'm not gonna do anything to you," he slowly reached out a hand and calmed a bit. "-t in the blotty 'ell is wit' all dis racket! Can't a gots damn A.I. Mechanic git sum damn sleep! A little blue foot kicked in a door close to Iisska's head and a small body jumped through, armed with a stick. He was barely the height of Iisska's hip and was incredibly thin. He took several swipes at the dog. "Git outta here, ya mongrel!" His voice was high and insect-like "Out!" Gyro dodged several swipes and growled before finally receeding and running away. "Stupid Idgit." He turned toward Iisska. "And hoo da heck arr you?!

Iisska pulled his feet under him and stood up before folding his arms and looking down at the little thing, "Bullet sponge and Tuk'ata food, apparently... Sterling hired me to keep this monstrosity together," he lightly stamped a heel on the floor of the ship, "Thanks for the help an' all, but nobody's told me about you." "Ain't No-one out 'ere that pays any attenshun to the little people. Of Curse..." He took Iisska's hand and shook it. "Balva. A.I. Mechanic...wait a minute" He yanked his hand back. "Mechanic?! I eyely doubt yur a mechanic, I dun think you even know whut size of Hyruhspannuh to use on a thruster." Iisska frowned deeply. "Depends on the ship and thrusters. The thrusters on the Harpoon are 150mm except for one bolt on the starboard side which for some reason is 125mm." Balva froze for a second before each of his eyes went into a glare. "Lucky guess. Whut is the frequency ov da hyperbolic energy converter's radion channeler?"

He thought about it for a second, "Not sure about this one, but from the sounds and handling I'd guess a few hundred gigahertz in low gear and a couple terahertz when Trinity takes over," His jaw dropped. Nobody's ever gotten that right. He took Iisska's hand again, the little guy having a surprisingly strong grip. "Welcome tuh da ship, Fellow mechanic! I would welcome you to my home in the A.I. Core but da radiation wud bake ya alive! Hah hah!!"

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Zen barely reacted to the blow, his upper body reeling back only somewhat noticeably, the punch barely even phasing him. Zen made eye contact with Iisska, looking in disbelief at Zen's fortitude. There was a spark of red in Zen's eye for a mere moment before he spoke. "You. Touched. My. No-nos." Iisska's arm snapped backwards at the elbow, his pinkie now touching his shoulder. He screamed at the top of his lungs and was on his knees before he could truly react. Zen kept his position, his hands behind his back, a look of true anger on his face, his eyebrows coming together, scowl marring his lips and neck tense. "If you think I can't sense your presence on my gun, you are wrong. You fired it fifty-eight times. You are both lucky I do not have enough true evidence other than a signature of your life on my gun." There was a crunching sound in Iisska's arm as Zen started to slowly use the force to pull Iisska's arm toward him, grinding the bones and threatening to snap it off entirely. "There are three rules on [/i]My[/i] Ship. Regardless of what Sterling or Trinity say, it is [/i]My[/i] Ship. One: Do not touch my guns. Two: Do not touch my light sabers. Three: Do not fuck with Gyro." Iisska's arm started to disconnect slightly as more pressure was applied. His screaming became frantic as he couldn't fight back, his very control of the force was being suppressed! Zen bent down low and forced Iisska to make eye contact, the red sparks in Zen's eye appearing every now and then. "If you [/i]Ever[/i] touch my guns again, I will rip off your lekku and force you to eat them while a starving Tarentatek watches across the table from you, restrained by nothing but a pathetically weak chain hooked to a wooden wall. Is. That. Clear?" Before Iisska's eyes, the world around them darkened. Out of the shadows came several Jedi killing Terentateks, all with hunger in their eyes.

Shaking from either the pain or the fear, Iisska quickly nodded and the hold on him was released, letting him fall back to the ground and hit his head. The monsters around him instantly disappeared and the pain in his body quickly dissipated. He sat up to see his arm wasn't bent or broken, not even bruised. It was an illusion. Zen snatched his rifle from Sterling's hands and turned, swooshing his cape as he did, and went into the ship. Sterling stepped in front of Iisska then, holding out a hand and helping him up. "Are you alright, Old boy? I apologize. Truly I do. I had no idea he was capable of that power when angered. I would have helped, but I could not move." Iisska was shaking a little, but Sterling brought him inside the ship to be tended to by Trinity.

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In Trinity's TI-Core...

She sat in a club chair within her core, a cabin in a place she called "Trion". Marquis appeared near her, his right hand behind his back. His mouth moved here. "Good evening, mi-lady." He took off his hat and bowed. She stood up, smiling, curtseying. "Great to see you here, Silver." She offered her chair and he gladly took it, Trinity sitting on his lap and laying against his metallic body soon after. "You feel tense...worried about what Zen did, Dove?" "Yeah. He's getting worse. I've never seen him invade somebody's mind before." He wrapped an arm around her hip and rubbed her ribs. "Hopefully the boy isn't too shaken from it. Hallucinations I can understand, but inducing pain is unreal. Zen might just need a good ol' kick in the head to sort him out." "I hope you or I won't be the ones to do it." "If we are lucky, we will make enough money to hop ship. A small starship maybe." She sat up, her face contorted in anguish. She clenched her fists. "No more talk of leaving." Marquis' eye turned a light shade of blue, then light red. "Wha-what did I say?" "I'm not leaving him, Silver. He made me. " "But he is a sickopa-" "I. Don't. Care. I won't leave him." "But I-" She turned and glared at him, her face determined, angry. A lot like Zen's. "End of discussion, Marquis. I won't leave him. If you want to leave because of your dislike of him, so be it." His eye turned a brighter shade of light red before turning white. "No. I will stay by your side, Dove. " She sighed and leaned against him again, kissing his jaw. "Thank you, Silver. It means a lot...Wait...where is your body?" "I...I left it in the chair...oh no..."

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"And a little blush here...a wiener there...ooh, and an "Iisska was here" there!" Zen was straddling Sterling's inactive body as he was connected to Trinity's T.I. Core. Marker in hand, he was drawing away on Sterling's face. He got up quickly then and ran out of the room, Sterling returning to his body moments later. "Hmm. I guess I had nothing to worry about." Little did the gentle-bot know that he was a mess of adult graffiti...poor guy.

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Lucius Cypher said
I just posted...

Not you :P

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So, what's up? ETAs peoples?

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GranoxFirewind said
The guys in charge of us. We follow orders from someone, I'm sure they'd go "Hey man, the fuck."

Don' worry, Child. When da big men feel she's dun gone too fahar, she'll be dealt wit'. But she's nawt even close to baaaad yet, Child.