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#712893 The Atlantis Series Book 1: Stars Reborn

Posted by Sazabi on 19 February 2013 - 03:08 AM

Warning: Mature

 

 

The Atlantis Series

Book 1

Stars Reborn

 

 

Lights turned the dark sky into day as the city celebrated the beginning of 3996. Music filtered into every crevice, even softly up the 1340 story tall white skyscraper though it was coming from the massive screen on the wall of the top floor penthouse, that went from floor to the ceiling and took almost a fourth of the wall itself in the spacious but extremely expensively furnished floor. Two men looked through the windows that had multiple small screens of enhanced views of the streets below the Pillar of Atlantis the home of the Atlantis Corporation, as they shared a glasses of whiskey and talked about past events in the light of the screens. On the massive screen behind them a beautiful brunette reporter was covering the event.

 

 

 

"People celebrate the beginning of 3996 in the city of Atlantica, the home of the Atlantis Corporation, wondering what changes will make themselves known this year. But let's not forget the past starting with the Great Shift in 2872 when the continental plates shifted back into their original places

forming Pangaea, taking countless lives and destroyed thousands of cities. Soon
after that was war after war and the collapse of old governments but in the
ashes came the corporations, giving jobs and building cities. Of course these
too began to fight as they claimed land for their districts.


 

The bloodiest was between Ark, Maverick, Kiason, and
Atlantis but eventually those died down leaving only skirmishes here and there
between smaller businesses as the superpowers settled. But lets not forget the
breakthroughs Atlantis and the others have done as far as food, medicine,
improving lives. The ozone scrubbers and the weather control to keep this
planet healthy followed soon after by the colonization of Mars and the
construction of the Transpillars…” The camera panned out showing the massive
base of the distant pillar that rose up into the clouds before switching to a satellite
feed of the massive green space station it connected too with bold white letters
spelling Pacifica along its side.


 

 

The camera switched back to the reporter with the Pillar of
Atlantis gleaming in lights back dropping her. As we can see the city of
Atlantica is alive tonight though no appearance by Jason Warren, the owner of
Atlantis Corporations, as been seen or announced.” She paused for a moment to brush
a stray lock from her face. “Rumors speculate that Mr. Warren is a clone or
android as he never has seemed to changed in appearance over the years. Other
rumors speculate that he has discovered and breakthrough that keeps him alive
but hoards it for himself. My favorite one states that he is actually a
survivor of the lost city of Atlantis putting him at almost fifteen thousand
years old…”



 

The men broke out in laughter as the reporter continued on
before raising their glasses. “To Atlantis. To the stars reborn”



 



 



2 Days prior



The young dirty blonde haired man swiped the sweat from his
forehead after throwing another shovel full of dirt out of the hole he was
working in the dig site. The dig site was owned by Atlantis and they had
recently began uncovering the buried city of Memphis, Tennessee which had been
lost during the Great Shift as the fault line it had been built on swallowed it
whole. Yelling and shouting could be heard in the background as the heads of
the dig where looking at any and everything brought to them almost as if
searching for something in particular. This Atlantis Corporation sure tends to
keep a lid on everything and stayed mysteriously in the shadows.

 

 

 

He tossed another shovel full before taking a drink of his
canteen. He popped his head up to make sure he was alone then hunkered down
into the hole pulling out a vial of red powder. He carefully took off the cap
and tapped a small amount into his hand before sniffing it, causing him to lean
back as his head spun and his nerves tingling. During the moments of pleasure
he thought to his girlfriend back in Atlantica in their one bedroom flat
probably working her day and night jobs constantly to pay rent as he always
spent his on booze and drugs though he told her he was investing it and he
could tell she believed him. He also remembered the pain in her eyes when he
told her he was leaving for this new job on their one year and had not even
brought her a present. Suddenly the ground below him gave way sending him
crashing below.


 

 

By the time he had blinked the stars away he could hear
voices above shouting to get a ladder. He looked around noticing the old decay
of the room he had landed in that may have belonged to a school with all the
desks. He coughed as dust filtered his lungs then immediately winced grabbing
his foot, which was obviously broken and turned sideways. Next to his foot
though was something unusual that glinted in the light filtered through the
dust from the hole he had fallen through. His jaw dropped as he examined the
glasses made from solid crystal with plain lens that was surprisingly light for
what it was made of.


 

 

“What rich bastard did you belong too?” He groaned as he
leaned back over to grab the other item, a ring of pure ruby with no flaws
whatsoever just like the glasses. Seeing the ring he found himself wishing it
had been a naval piercing as his girlfriend loved to get new and interesting
ones. He let out a slight gasp and dropped the ring as it suddenly started
moving and changing shape. Within seconds it had become exactly what he
desired, a gorgeous naval piercing that would have taken him years of saving up
to buy. Even the tiny chain links in it were made of ruby.


 

 

He snapped back at the sounds of feet scuffling and voices
becoming clearer above him. He looked back at the ruby piercing and quickly
pocketed it before looking back up. “Hey down here!”



 

“Michael you okay?” A voice came over the lip of the hole.



 

“Ankle is broken but you won’t believe what I found”

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And there you have it folks. If your wondering what the plot is you will find out in due time.

I wrote this story while on a deployment and decided to turn it into an rp.

Characters are free game and i will chooses the best one out of who all fights for the spots save for the ones i have already designated to people.

I am planning for this to be a collection of short rps dividing them into chapters and books to keep this alive.

 

 

Here are the list of characters

The Bodyguard-Male-Shwa

The Secretary-Female

The Doctor-Female

The Programmer-Male

The Scientist-Male-Darth Vectis

The Owner-Male-Myself

The Teacher-Male

 

Now if you really want to get on my good side I suggest you pm me with the one your interested in so i can give you a little details on that person. and small spoiler alert. (Their jobs are just their covers in the story)

 

 

Here is the signup

Name:

Character:

Age:

Appearance: I prefer a picture.

Personality: This i am a big stickler on as in alot of rps people tend to not play theirs or others peoples right. This will also determine your chances of getting in. Again I wrote this so I already know and have the answers you seek

Snippet: what your did for the new year's party of 3996. Again this will help you get in so message me.

 

i left out gender because I will already know by which person you chose

Bio was left out due to the chars do not know each other in the story so you will have to talk about your background in the rp itself, just like in real life.

 

The backstage or discuss thread will be up in a couple days with info and pictures of Pangaea, the corporations, cities and other facts. It will also be updated as the story progresses so it can be used as a quick reference if you get confused.




#712849 Monsters(Insert clever backstage subtitle here)

Posted by Sazabi on 06 February 2013 - 04:11 PM

But I wanted to kill him Lol


#711673 Dark Paradise

Posted by Sazabi on 03 May 2012 - 07:53 AM

Thane brushed the hair out of his eyes as the landscape rolled past the windows. Mountains, trees, everything was just a blur as the bus he was on rolled through the winding roads. He looked forward taking in all the other people that were on the bus chatting amongst each other. Every seat was taken except for the bench seat in the back that he shared with one other person who sat at the other end staring out the window content on being alone just like he was.

A small smile played his lips as he remembered the guy who and tried to sit next to her but only succeeded in getting a bloody nose after hitting on her. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. She had the longest hair he had ever seen it was a purplish white almost.

He turned his attention back to the window as the bus grew quiet. They were passing through several massive barriers and checkpoints. ‘Seems they don’t want anyone getting in or out’ He thought to himself.

After the checkpoints the bus took them up a long road and soon a sprawling complex of gray and white buildings came into view. Thane could see several firing ranges out past the buildings along with obstacle courses and various other things. The bus pulled to a stop in front of the nearest building and a man dressed in a black and white military style uniform stepped on board.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “Welcome to Hell’s Academy. This will be your new home from now on. Now I would like you to quickly and quietly exit the bus and make your way towards the field where the other students are gathered.”

Thane followed the girl that had sat across from him to the field and stood at the end of the crowd. “Why did I even bother to do this?”

“I have been thinking the same thing”

Thane turned to the girl not realizing he had spoke out loud. “Not your scene either”

The girl shook her head as the intercoms came to life. “Now that the last ground has arrived we can get down to business. The twenty of you will be designated into the eight different squads that were created yesterday before you arrived. When your names are called please step forward and we will show you to your dorm where the rest of your squad is waiting.”

Thane let out a sigh as names were called. ‘This is going to take forever’ He let his eyes start to roam around when suddenly he heard his name.

“Thane Marshell and Akieen Weathers please come forward.” Thane started forward when he noticed the same girl was moving too. “Akieen?”

“Thane?” There was a brief silence and the irony of the situation then the two of them walked forward  and were led to a solid white three story building. Their guide turned around and pointed to the top floor. “That is where Sierra Squad resides who you are now a part of. The first order of business today is to get to know the rest of your squad and get settled in.” With that the guide left them standing their in silence.

Thane contemplated about turning around and leaving but then remembered the amount of armed guards and checkpoints. He was pretty sure not all of the were human, some had to be werewolves. He started up the stairs with Akieen right behind him. When he reached the top he opened the door only to walk in and find a massive living room with a kitchen, five bedrooms and baths, study, dining room, pretty much it had the works.

Akieen shut the door behind her. Not a sound was made as they stood there. “Guess no ones here right now. “

Suddenly the door opened back up behind them and a voice reached Thane’s ears. “So it’s the last two members of my squad.” Thane turned around to see a man a little bit taller then him extremely built with emerald green eyes. It was the eyes that made him uneasy considering he had never met anyone with the same colored eyes as himself.

The man turned around and yelled downstairs. “Alphans, Sage get up here. Squad meeting”



OOC: There you have it. Darth is squad leader and everyone has their intro and you can already tell what the next couple posts is going to be about. After everyone has had a little bit of interaction I will progress the story.

Just so you know Alphans, Sage and Alexander(Darth’s Character) Arrived a day before Thane and Akieen so they have already met.


#711640 The HOPE Project

Posted by Sazabi on 29 April 2012 - 11:27 PM

Arsenic walked into the galley as Novocaine left and sat in the seat across from Valium. Like whenever he left his room he was dressed for hell to break lose.

Valium leaned his bulk forward resting his elbows on the table. "Alright lets get this started. I got a few people that.." He was cut off as Arsenic raised his hand.

He looked around then pulled out a small little handheld that he had connected to his computer back in his room. He pulled up the information that Cyanide had sent him regarding the people that had tipped off HOPE.

Valium's eyes went wide. "There is no record at all?"

Arsenic shook his head back and forth. "No"

Valium scratched the top of his head. "Well I guess we better tell the captain" He chuckled at the look Arsenic gave him. "Your right we will wait. She has got enough on her hands right now."

"We will give Cyanide more time." He stood up and went to the fridge then sighed seeing nothing in there. He heard Valium let out a chuckle. "Nova took the last of it"

Arsenic sat back down lighting a cigarette as he did. He slowly puffed on the cigarette as a long silence passed between them before Valium broke it.

"You know you should try talking more. Open up a little"

Arsenic narrowed his eyes at Valium . On the occasions that they spoke this would always come up. Granted he knew Valium was just trying to help and would keep trying to help like the giant teddy bear he was.

"Get to know the rest of the crew more. Maybe then they wont stare at you like your..." He quit talking and smiled as Arsenic pulled his casually pulled his pistol out and aimed it at his head then held up his hands. "I am just saying"

Arsenic let out a small smile as he watched the green dot of the laser bounce on Valium's head then reholstered the pistol as Valium let out a laugh.

"Well its time for me to go." Valium knew that eleven out of the twelve months Arsenic would never pull the trigger. It was their little inside joke.

Arsenic watched him leave before standing up and began strolling around the ship before stopping at the bridge. No one was present at the moment which was fine. He sat in the seat a little off to the ship from Morph's chair and kicked his feet up on one of the consoles staring out the window as he lit another cigarette.


#711556 The HOPE Project

Posted by Sazabi on 23 April 2012 - 07:44 PM

Arsenic actually truly smiled. "Besides you would miss all the good times" Morph nodded. "Yeah your right" Arsenic shot a look her way that Morph caught and returned. "And the times that keep you up late at night." Morph's eyes narrowed. "And what if those weren't so great?"

"You wouldn't keep having them now would you?" He heard a slight growl escape Morph's lips. She did that when he had beaten her, something that really pushed her buttons.

"And what if I was to put a stop to them?"

The weapons snapped together as Arsenic finished. "You would probably kill everyone here due to the stress"

Morph's face went to a frown. "I seriously doubt that"

Arsenic gave another chuckle. "I don't" He heard a slight movement and saw that Morph had picked up the picture on the table beside his bed. If it had been anyone else they would have been shot right then and there. "It's getting close to that time again isn't it"

A silence filled the room before Arsenic answered. "Yes it is"

Morph but the picture down and rolled over to her stomach as He light a cigarette and turned in the stool to look at her. "You get me a drink"

Arsenic poured her and himself a drink then sat back down taking a sip as she did.

"This reminds me of that day when I first found you"

Arsenic nodded. "It actually is the same thing that we did drink when you convinced me to come aboard"

Morph gave a small snicker. "Wasn't that hard considering you were completely drunk out of your mind. Hell you couldn't even stand up"

"I still managed to get my gun out...somewhat" He only shook his head as his thoughts went back to that day.

"Onto the floor and Val had to carry you aboard. You slept the whole day passed out in this room back when it used to be one of the cargo holds"

Arsenic took another drink then left out a laugh. "That was the most comfortable thing I had ever slept on"

Morph's eyes narrowed again when she realized Arsenic was making another stab at her. "The most comfortable thing you ever slept on?"

Arsenic shot her a challenging look. "Care to refresh my memory?"


#711552 The HOPE Project

Posted by Sazabi on 23 April 2012 - 06:06 PM

Arsenic nodded. "Captain" He was always formal around her in front of the others and was known to always use everyone's full name instead of their nickname. He didn't uses Morph's though when he was talking to her in private. He gave a nod to Cyanide, who already knew he needed to find the name of the person that tipped HOPE off and send it to Arsenic along with the location so Valium and himself could pay the person a visit. He walked down to his quarters and began his normal routine finishing at the normal time.

He sat down on the bed knowing that dinner would not be ready till later and pulled out his machete along with the sharpening stone. He slowly dragged the stone along the blade, the room quite save for the grinding noise as he spent the next thirty minutes sharpening the blade.

Suddenly a faint knock came to the door outside his shop. "Nick its Nova let me in I am out of smokes." Arsenic stared at the door for a second. "Unlock" The voice activated lock unlatched and the panic room style door swung open as Arsenic walked out of his room shutting the door to his room before setting the machete and stone down on one of his desk. He pulled out his back at set them at the small table then walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out an ash tray. Novocaine pulled up a chair lighting herself one in the process before looking around the room. "Clean and perfect just like always. How long did it take you to scrub all the rust out of here and get it like this?"  

Arsenic took a drag off his. "A year." Novocaine nodded. "Well you did good" Silence passed between them as Novocaine finsihed her cigarette then stood up pulling several out of the pack. "Do you mind?" Even though she knew that he was just got to nod his head  she still asked. Like always Arsenic nodded yes and watched Novocaine leave and the door shut behind her and lock back into place. The girl was a damn good pilot but was constantly pushing Morph to the point where she was likely to rip out her intestines and whip her with them.

He stood back up and grabbed his machete spending another thirty minutes on the blade then held it up to the light before sheathing it and cleaning up the bench and starting on his serrated knife making sure to work carefully on the teeth. He took his work back into his room and brought the moniters to life. After putting in his passwords he selected one screen to bring up the channel for Cyanide to pass long any information while the others scrolled with specs.

Unfortunately dinner would be a little while longer then normal due to the fact Thalidomide probably hadn't started yet but it was fine he could find himself something to do in the meantime, granted all he ever did was grab his food and bring it back to his cabin.   "Music" Suddenly the room came alive with "Symphony of Destruction" as Arsenic began doing maintenance on his energy rifle.


#711534 The HOPE Project

Posted by Sazabi on 22 April 2012 - 07:47 AM

Arsenic washed his face in the mirror then toweled off. He aside from his normal attire of jeans and t shirt that was always just one color this day it was green and black steel toed boots also put on his energy ballistic vest, filling the pouchs with ammo and other odds and ends. He walked to the lockers and pulled out a long beautiful sleek energy rifle, slinging it behind him. On his right hip he attached his holster carrying a plasma pistol he had spent years designing for himself. Granted he also tweaked it as new things came out but it had never failed him. He filled the pouches on the thigh holster as well then stuck a long serrated knife into the sleeve located on the back of the holster. On his other thigh he attached a two and a half foot machete and a sharpening stone.

After doing a quick double check of everything and running a functions check on his weapons he turned off the lights and headed down the hall. Granted he knew he would most likely not come across any fighting today he was always prepared for hell on earth to break out.

He just had walked in right as Morph had mentioned something about using bombs then get on to Novocaine for smoking. Thalidomide and Valium were also present along with Cyanide. He gave a brief nod to Cyanide who returned the gesture before making his way around the table to a stool that sat against the wall. "Captain" He gave another nod as he made eye contact with Morph who just gave him her normal look. He pulled his energy rifle from behind him as he sat down in his normal spot. It had a great angle on the door giving him a perfect line of sight without hitting anyone if they suddenly jumped up.

"Well good day military man" Arsenic's eyes went to Thalidomide and just gave his normal nod. He never really spoke at these meetings unless it was important and if he did he tried to keep it as short as possible. Thalidomide and Valium quickly went back to conversing with each other as Novocaine began flicking her lighter, the sound obviously starting to wear on Morph's already short nerves. Those two were always fighting about something whether important or not.

He adjusted his rifle in his lap and leaned against the bulkhead hoping the meeting would be over soon so he could continue his normal schedule of things to do


#711478 Dark Paradise

Posted by Sazabi on 16 April 2012 - 05:12 AM

Name: Thane Marshell


Age: 25


Gender: Male


Clan: The Obsidian Clan


Race: Alpha


Appearance:
http://api.ning.com/files/zFi50UIz0FlKhWOAd-dQ8A6bg2q30n7b216ViRVHWop*cAFnEze6ht5p6L*pOpwTDAkXZx7MkpZ6hFU35fE9NB93gWIFFrhv/AnimeGuy.jpg
Wears a blue t-shirt and has his clans symbol burned onto the center of his back.


Wolf Appearance:
http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/078/a/e/Werewolf_2_by_el_grimlock.jpg


Personality: Wary of others and extremely hesitant towards humans. Due to his past he hasn't had much dealing with other werewolves either. Stands his ground and is always observing trying to find out more.


Thoughts: Due to an event years ago he holds a lot of distrust towards the human race.


#711429 Dark Paradise

Posted by Sazabi on 11 April 2012 - 12:12 PM

My name is Victor Ross and the year is 2138 and everything has different. Supernatural creatures that we would dress up as for Halloween are real and here. First came the vampires trying to enslave the human race. It was hell and they were unstoppable until the wolves offered an alliance. After twenty hard years of fighting the vampires were driven from the North American continent and back to Europe and Asia, which they now control all of I have no idea what has happened to Africa or Australia. Both the werewolves and we humans suffered so much death and loss and many cities are still in ruins.

An uneasy truce was made between the wolves and us. They stayed up north having Canada all the way to the Dakotas while we went about fixing what was left of our country. The wolves helped surprisingly and some of the clans became more modernized.

Next came the Zombie outbreak in 2171 four days after my 48th birthday in South America and a wall that was thirty feet high and went twenty feet that was twelve feet thick into the ground was built where Central America and South America meet to keep them at bay. It was hell getting it built as the werewolves formed a line stretching from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic and held them off for three years until the wall was done. They would fight for days until they could barely stand then switch out. Only a few of them fell but the zombie virus somehow took away their immortality. Instead of living forever they only live to be about five hundred years old. Granted that is still a long time but in truth I think it scares them to know that old age can now take them again. Luckily the way their biology is keeps them from reanimating too.

Lots of the older generation of wolves died because they were just too old and it has but the clans under a lot of stress as new leaders have had to be chosen. That and the constant fighting between the clans due to their inability to agree with what is best for their species. Once the wall was built we were safe once again and South America is now just a dead place with the bodies of the undead just shuffling around.

Year 2176 trouble broke out between the werewolves and us as some started feasting on humans. The taste of our blood was too much and they eventually turned from hunting animals to hunting humans. The leaders of the five oldest clans gave the order to but down any feral wolf. It must have been hard for the parents to have to put down their offspring.
Year 2185. My grandson came over today and told me that they are no teaching about werewolves in schools. They are teaching about how there are three different types of werewolves that are separated into castes in each clan. First are the Omegas, they look just like regular wolves but have the greatest speed out of the three types though they lack in power but are the third caste. The second caste is the Deltas. They are the biggest of the werewolves; they are strong powerful but slow. They walk around almost like apes because of their size and can be as tall as eight feet almost. The top of the castes is the Alphas; they were brought around after thousands of years of interbreeding between Omegas and Deltas. They stand around six feet and are more shaped like us. They are fast and powerful though their speed does not match and Omega and they are not as strong as a Delta but they outclass the other two because they have the best of both. There is another caste below the Omegas that is called half-breeds. Apparently half-breeds are any werewolves who were not born as one but were changed. It doesn’t matter if they take more after an Alpha, Delta, or Omega. From what my grandson said they are weaker then their pureblood counterparts.

Also it seems that the leaders of the top five clans also set in place a set of rules to keep order within. First is that no werewolf is allowed to hunt a human. Second is mating outside of your caste is forbidden. Third is you are only allowed one offspring every hundred years. Fourth, unless you are a half-breed you are not allowed to turn a human unless it has been sanctioned by one of the top five clan leaders.


Year 2190. Trade has been establiashed bewteen the wolves and us. Roadways have been cleared and our country has been turning around. Apparently a military school is about to be opened up in Montana that will have both werewolves and humans. Not only will it educate its students but also teach them how to kill vampires in case they ever come back over. Hopefully all goes well and this dark paradise doesn't get any darker.

As you can already tell what this rp is going to be about i don't really need to go into all that much detail. any question you may have will be answered in the backstage thread i will be putting up shortly after this.

You can play as an Alpha, Omega, Delta, Halfbreed, or Human i am not putting a cap on any but someone who chooses a different race will be chosen over others.

Human Signup

Name:

Age: Between 18 to 25

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Thoughts: I want this to be about if your for the human werewolf military or not or just neutral


Werewolf Signup

Name:

Age: Between 18 to 25 as well

Gender:

Clan: I will be putting the five oldest clans and their leaders in the backstage but feel free to create a lesser known clan though members of five older ones will be stronger.

Crest Symbol: This is only if you create your own clan.

Race: Alpha, Delta, Omega, Halfbreed. More information will be located in the Backstage thread

Appearance: Please also put where you clan crest is located as all werewolves have their crest burned into them at birth

Wolf Appearance:

Personality:

Thoughts: I want this to be about if your for the human werewolf military or not or just neutral


I have purposely made it to where reading the backstage thread is almost required that away most questions might not need to be asked. I also would extremely prefer if you messaged me about creating some sort of back story between mine or another character as i do love hidden plot developments.


#711427 Bounty

Posted by Sazabi on 11 April 2012 - 10:01 AM

T'kires glanced up at the holo clock on the wall above the bar. His head slightly buzzed from the many drinks that him and Feltra had been having. The time read 0841 and the place was starting to pick up granted it was never really dead at anytime of day or night. The guards, bartender and other workers switched out with their replacements each of them giving T'kires the sign of respect. He returned then checked the time he was supposed to meet with Dalashin to pick up his next hit. It wasn't until 2200 tonight which gave him ample time to drink a few more with Feltra. His mind put together a plan for him getting his information and Feltra to still get the bounty that was on his head. "So what do you say about me joining you in getting Dalashin?"

Feltra finished her drink and got another. "Wouldn't that be against some kind of rules? Aren't you supposed to be neutral or close to something like that?"

T'kires laughed. "Many Vourians are bounty hunters, granted we tend to leave our own species alone but still I can go out and play the game. I may be a little out of practice but brushing up my skills wouldn't hurt"

Feltra smiled picked her drink up in one hand and leaning her other arm against the bar in a kind of way you would interview someone. "Alright Mr T'kires, what could you bring to the table that could help me?"

"Did you really just ask that question?" They both shared a laugh as Feltra shook her head slightly, Her platinum hair bouncing as she did.

"Okay besides having access to information, locations and everything else about a person. What kind of fighting skills do you bring?"

T'kires looked around then stood up killing his drink and getting another. "Follow me" He led her out the back of the bar and into a long alley way where three Vourian guards were standing around on break. The alley was set up into a kind of makeshift firing range that the guards used whenever they got bored. Most the time the targets were bottles but sometimes the target was an unlucky person that happened to cause trouble inside that wouldn't be missed if they were dead. The three guards gave the sign as T'kires nodded. "Set it up"

The guards gave what could be considered a smile due to the fact the mandibles at the edges kind of made it hard to smile. They set up several bottles at the end which was about three hundred feet away as T'kires pulled out one of his M-77 Paladin pistols and attached a silencer.

Feltra eyed the gun. "Quite an expensive firearm you carry there. And why do you have a silencer? I mean you just told me that your pretty much like a CEO of the these bar fronts."

T'kires nodded. "What's the point of having the money and not having the best equipment? As for the silencer let's just say sometime business doesn't always turn out pretty." In a flash he turned and fired three shots in rapid succession, all three hitting the bottles dead center."

Feltra gave a nod. "Brushing up my ass. But what about a moving target?"

Suddenly one of the guards burst out laughing and picked up three bottles that were laying on the ground. "Sincar Zionix is a lot better shot then he lets on to be"

"Oh really" Feltra gave T'kires a stare. "A little bit of a hustler are we?"

"I prefer the term humble and modest" He waited for the guard to hand a bottle to the other two then all three threw them in different directions. Within seconds all three shattered before they hit the ground. "Wanna go?" T'kires flipped the gun around and held it out by the barrel. Normally it would have burned but since his race had a metallic exoskeleton he didn't feel anything.

Feltra smiled before taking the gun. She tested its weight and eyed down the sights a few times as T'kires took a seat on a crate to watch. "Normally I would tell someone of a different species to watch out for its kick but since your partially synthetic I don't see any need for it"

One of the guards spoke up. "I give her three shots before she hits the target"

T'kires laughed. "I give her two. First one grazes it the second one is spot on"

Feltra smiled. "And if the first one is dead on then all four of you have to go get me another drink" She pulled the trigger hitting the bottle dead on. "Ha I win" T'kires took another drink leaning back. "You heard the lady, chop chop" Feltra fired another shot hitting another bottle. "I said four. That includes you"

T'kires held up his hands in surrender. "i don't see a point in arguing considering your holding my gun." He stood up and got two more drinks then headed out side only pausing long enough to see that the police officer and his companion were still here. He turned to one pf the guards. "you have been taping that conversation right." The guard nodded. "Its being analyzed as they talk" T'kires nodded then headed outside and handed Feltra her drink. She sat down on a crate opposite of T'kires still holding his gun.

T'kires tapped a gloved finger to his chin before speaking. "So Dalashin is going to be in the easiest spot to grab him at 2200 tonight. He will be located in an alley way next to market that is just a few blocks from here."

Feltra nodded taking a drinking. "Why is he going to be there?"

"He is meeting someone to pass along information." He saw Feltra's look showing that she was interested to know who her hit was meeting. T'kires gave a sigh. "He is meeting Crimson Angel" Like he expected Feltra's eyes grew big. No doubt she was thinking of cashing in on the Crimson Angel's bounty. "But you will not go after him."

"But we not get both of them since them will be in the same..." She noticed that the three guards had turned and now facing her all three of their weapons had silencers and they were holding them  to where all they had to do was raise and fire. She turned back and saw that T'kires' face had changed and now bore a cold and serious expression. "The Crimson Angel is a tribeless Vourian. He has no known family and he bears no marks. That is why we allow no one to go after him through us nor will any Vourian knowingly have anything to do with his capture. If you want to go after him I suggest doing it on your own time. I will not be a part of it and the fact that I know he will be there I cannot let you try to take him." His visage softened as he leaned back and took a drink. "Besides I think it would be damn shame if he killed you, I wouldn't have a drinking buddy who is good to look at now would I"


#711400 The HOPE Project - Audition

Posted by Sazabi on 10 April 2012 - 11:00 AM

Arsenic "Nick" North let out a sigh as he held the picture up to the dim candle. It was of a eight year old boy with shaggy brown hair and green eyes with a smile on his face that could brighten the world. A small smile tugged at Arsenic's lips then quickly disappeared as he set the picture down and blew out the candle. "Time for work"

"Lights" Suddenly the room filled with light revealing just how expansive his area was. His room was connected to his shop due to the fact he rarely ever left his workplace unless Morph called for him. Different types of machines and workbenches ran along the left side of the shop while numerous types of tools hung on the walls above them. The right side of the shop ran weapons lockers all the way down housing an arsenal of weapons that would get him a life sentence if HOPE ever raided this ship. Due to his past he had acquired numerous underground and black market contacts as well as a mole inside the HOPE agency.


Next to the door was several cabinets that held files for each member of the ship and what weapons he had assigned to them. Order was his strong point and it was obvious by the state of cleanliness and borderline OCD order he kept his room, shop and weapons in. He walked to the door and opened it up. Outside the door to his shop was another locker the held weapons he needed to work on. Currently he was ahead of schedule and all that was left was a plasma pistol. He opened the locker and pulled it out mumbling under his breath as he did. “T-847. Semi auto or three round burst. Energy cell holds nine shots. Thermal vent located at the front on top of the housing” He mumbled its specs off as he walked to one of the benches. He checked it to make sure it was clear then set it down on the bench and pulled a long pronged shaped tool of the wall in front of him. He slid it down the barrel then twisted as he pulled backwards on the grip.

The weapon separated into two pieces that he set down before standing up and walking to a cabinet. He opened it up revealing bottles of liquor and a row of glasses. He took down on the glasses and poured it three quarters of the way full with whiskey before shutting the cabinet back. As he turned back around his eyes fell on a locker that had the HOPE emblem on it. He never opened this locker cause he did not care to see what was inside it again. It bore two heavy duty locks, one a combination and the other a key lock. He went back to the bench and within a minute had the upper receiver and grip completely dismantled and found the problem.

“Bad sear” He mumbled under his breath as he took a sip of his whiskey then went and grabbed a replacement piece. It only took another minute for the gun to be completely put back together. He stood up and hit a button on the control panel causing a plate to slide up revealing nothing but clouds. It was pretty much his personal shooting range, smoking area, and thinking spot. He walked into an adjoining room that housed every type of energy cell known to mankind and hundreds of them. He located the specific type and loaded the weapon then stepped outside. It was nice that the Aguamala flied above the thick layer of smog so he didn't have to wear a respirator every time he stepped out. He took another sip then set his drink on the little table he had setup then lit a cigarette, before taking aim and firing the weapon several times on both settings to make sure it was operating perfectly. He sat down in the bolted down chair next to the table and unloaded it then went about cleaning it. Everything outside he had set up had too be bolted to the shop itself due to the fact sometime Nova got a little crazy. Though he was outside their was no wind due to the way the ship was designed. The air rushed over and didn't mess anything up but the sun could still be felt. After he finished cleaning the gun, smoking his cigarette, and killed his drink, he proceeded back inside shutting the panel as he went back inside.

He put the gun back in the locker so its owner could come by and claim it then went back into his shop to began his three hour long cleaning. He started at the door and worked his way clockwise, cleaning every inch of everything. Not a single tool, weapon, and surface was left untouched, even the ceiling was dusted. The only thing not touched was the HOPE locker. After he finished he went inside his private quarters and sat down in the chair and scooted up to the many screens that covered the far wall. He typed in his three passwords and all sorts of information, weapon specs, blueprints came up on the screens. He checked the encrypted line to see if Cyanide had passed along anything for the captain before going back to look at anything new or improved he could get his hands on for the Aguamala.

He leaned back running his hands through his neatly kept brown hair and goatee. At thirty two years old he was one of the older members of the ship's crew and had served on the ship the third longest. The only two that had been here longer was the captain herself and Valium. He shut down the computer and screens then grabbed a towel and made his way towards the gym to do his workout. Every day was the almost the exact same for him. He hardly spent any time with the rest of the crew and barely talked at all. The only ones he had carried on anything close to a conversation was the captain and Val. He reached the gym and spent his normal three hours pushing his body. one and a half hours was devoted to weights while the last one and half was cardio and sparring. Normally he sparred by himself unless Val or Morph happened to be here at the same time as him. This day neither were present so he sparred alone.

He went back to his room when he was finished to shower and change. After the shower he stood in front of the mirror and trimmed his hair and goatee. His emerald green eyes glinted from the light above the mirror as he washed his face off. He cleaned and reorganized the sink and shower before turning off the light and getting dressed. His eyes traveled to the clock right as it hit seven pm. He always finished as seven. He let out a smile that quickly faded as he made his way towards the mess hall to get dinner.

Hope that works for you. Can't wait to start this


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