Deadpool

Been playing Bungie's newest creation since it came out and to be honest I love the game as do most of my friends. So far I haven't seen anything really wrong with the game and the stuff I feel like needs to be changed Bungie has already announced that they will. I told one of my friends about it and he blew up on me saying it was the worst game ever invented and this and that. As the debate went on between us he even deleted me off of his friends list. (Thus in turn made me laugh so hard I cried) I have also had a few other people tell me the game is going to fail and it's a piece of **** game but they never actually spoke their point as to why. So this is my question cause I am dying to know. Do you like or hate Destiny and why

Dakota stood up giving a salute back to the young boy. "Well met Lt. Kiba. Staff Sergeant Dakota Storm Southern faction. This love right here is Etna Rhodes from the west though as for her rank I don't know so I could be defiantly overstepping the fratinization bounds. Then we got buttercup and lily pad here as well" He cut the salute after Kiba and jersey his thumb to the young male with the speeder and the girl with a bright green hair. Kiba looked at the half empty bottle in his left hand making him hold it out. "You want some kid?" "That won't be necessary" The woman behind him said, the way she was hovering over him defiantly off a parental vibe. "Well you gotta listen to your mother. She brought you in this world so by all means she can slit your throat whenever she dà mn bloody well feels like it" "Ssgt I don't think drinking at such a rate is going to be good for what's coming....." One of the males officers started though Dakota help up a finger for him to wait till he finished taking a drink. "You only live once. I am just waiting to see if that's a tiger in there. Always wanted to pet me a tiger." He sat down off to the side as the others began talking leaving him talking to himself. "Those sleek black stripes and sharp teeth. Defiantly would make for an epic house cat. Wonder how much you got to feed them. Maybe I can teach it to wrestle and not kill me. Probably have to get it as a youngen. Could probably make a saddle too." He leaned back lighting another cigar. "Need to get me more of these defiantly. Some fine tobacco here in Central. Hey sir think I can get a constant supply of these things brought to me. Been awhile since I ran the ole strip here." He waited patiently for an answer but got none. "Well looks like Stormy already been forgotten" He continued musing to himself as his fingers unconsciously pulled a small wad of plastic explosive along with other odds and ends from his pocket. Without even thinking about it he began making a tiny charge while he muttered to himself. With a hum he rolled the malleable explosive into an extremely thin line and placed it in the letters ssgt on his now empty bottle. "Fire in the hole" The 'explosion' was nothing more then a tiny flash of light and a wisp of smoke with a barely audible crack. "Ain't it beautiful" He remembered to himself holding up the bottle that now had the letters ssgt roughly cracked into it though the bottle remained intact everywhere else. "I claim this bottle" Suddenly a faint roar caught his attention. "Woah hey p'ffessor what the hell ya got hidin inside there? That's defiantly not what was growling at the door before?" The man just smiled. "In due time soldier in due time" To this Dakota just groaned. "I be about to in due time your face if I don't find out what is behind door number one"

If someone could please crop this to fit for me to use as a signature. Not the best with that area. Much thanks.

Dakota awoke with a start as the shuttle came to a stop. Rubbing his alcohol bloodshot eyes for a second before polishing off the last swig of the bottle he stood up swaying a little at first before he centered himself. With his bag over his shoulder he dismounted into Central faction which looked a lot like the last one making him think that he was at the wrong place until an older man with a uniform showing who he was began to make his way through the crowd towards him. Lazily striking a match to light another cigar he waited as the base commanding general stopped in front of him. "Ssgt Dakota Storm. You were not one I expected to be picked for this" The base CG said with a dry tone. "And I didn't know dinosaurs still existed sir" Dakota returned with a slight slur. "Drunk as always still I see. Maybe one day you will be able to put it behind you" Base CG sighed. "But glad to see your still alive Storm" He held out his hand with a soft smile. "Well I ain't faced the one who's to kill me yet and now I am being thrown into some underground government conspiracy agenda. So what is it?" Dakota inquired shaking his hand. "I don't catch your meaning" Dakota let out a puff of smoke. "Genetic mutations, cyber enhancement, clones, chemical injections, some new super soldier pill. I could go for that last one" The Base CG shook his head with a smile as a girl with long white hair and ice blue eyes came up to them. "Ah you have returned" "Oh well ain't you a looker" Dakota said throwing his arm around her shoulder. "Please tell me I am lucky enough to get you as an escort" Dakota said cracking a smile when she moved out from under his arm. "Ssgt Storm please follow me" With that she took off leaving the two men standing there. Dakota gave a shrug and threw a wave over his shoulder. "Later sir. Maybe catch you in the gym later. Hopefully you ain't as frail as you look now" Within seconds he had lost his guide leaving him to wander the halls alone. Stopping at a small store he purchased himself several bottles. "Might as well stock up as I don't know when my next will be" He visited shop after shop getting this and that and soon his bag was bulging when his escort found him. "Ssgt Storm! Follow me and don't fall behind" Like before she turned around and began quickly walking away again her hair almost parallel to the ground with her speed until Dakota caught up and grabbed her by the shoulder. Reflexively she tried to flip him but he locked his arm. "How about you slow the hèll down Lieutenant I don't know what has you all in a rush but I really don't feel like working up a sweat from a walk" "You should be more respectful to officers as you are just an enlisted infantryman Staff Sergeant" "You got to show the respect first in order to receive it" He returned with a dangerous tone. "Or else when you do have command you will just watch everyone die" His morbid words hung in the air as people passed by the silent two. She took a deep breath and smoothed her uniform. "This way Ssgt" She said in a more calm tone. "Yes ma'am" He followed her until a huge set of double doors came into view with a woman and an older gentleman sitting outside them. "This is the place" "Thank you and you have a great day ma'am. Maybe we should hit the pool in a little bit. I am sure a bikini would show off those nice curves you got hiding underneath there." He chuckled as the girl almost ran away her face beet red before stomping out the but of his cigar and making his way over to the duo. As he approached both just shot him a glance then looked away. "Well ain't yall just a cheerful bunch. Should try yoga it helps with stress and fl...." "Have a seat Ssgt Storm. We are waiting on the others" The elderly scarred man replied. Giving him a look over Jason immediately wanted to spar with him as his build and stance was one of a seasoned veteran. "Hey gramps one day you and me need to tussle. Be good practice" He said getting a smirk from the man as he sat down straight across from the woman, the bottles in his bag clinking as he set it down making them both stare at him. "Hey now don't judge me" He feigned hurt. "I will not be labeled" Digging through his back he produced a pack of wrapped cards he had purchased at one of the stores. "Care for a game love?" "Love?" Her voice was slightly standoffish as she last up off the wall making him hold up his hands. "Sorry love. Old habits of an old man die hard." He began to shuffle the cards before dealing out a hand for five card draw. "Go easy on me now my memory isn't the greatest so I suck at go fish" "Who ever said I was playing?" He regarded her with his one good eye the other having been taken from him in his first firefight. Long red hair contrasted against her eyes making the blue seem to glow. "Them of course" He said jerking his thumb to the door where multiple growls were coming from. "Besides what else you got to do?" His red eye flashed as she sighed and picked up her cards. He lit himself another cigar following the puff of smoke with a swish of rum. "Alright strip poker it is" "Wait what?" Her blues eyes narrowed at him. He guessed her age at least five maybe six years younger then him. "Just a joke love. Just a joke"

Very very true. Though would take quite a bit of thought to get a point across in such a short span

I agree. It has caused a lot of rps to go to the graveyard. Posting orders has cause ones to fail cause the person who's turn it is never gets around to it or when there isn't one people don't want to post right after one another cause they feel like they are excluding people.

I would defiantly be game for it

It might actually be kind for fun and interesting especially with the tweet style. Be multiple responses in each post and therefore you wouldn't have to have any sort of posting order or others waiting for someone else to post

Name: Dakota Storm Age: 32 Gender: Male Personality: Dakota is a very unusual person. Off of the field during down time he is always smiling, making jokes about himself, a functioning alcoholic, and loves to fight, workout and cigars. Always one for a good challenge and to learn something new he is quite smart but doesn't show it more taking the route of making himself seem less imposing towards others. Just a little over six foot with dark brown hair and a genetic albino mutation that turned his eye red though his skin still in tan. Polite and one to always open the door for others, he is very charismatic and chatty though has never been known to talk about himself. In battle though he has been called a psychotic, sociopath, and seems to have no regard for his own life. The bigger and harder the foe the more he enjoys himself. His smile is even bigger when chaos is present and has even know to be heard laughing like a mad man during combat. He prefers not to lead, enjoying being the one told to fight. His favorite spot to be being the very front so he can be the first one to clash with the enemy. Unfortunately this Gets him in trouble with those in the leadership position as they deem him a loose cannon and an animal even though he has taken hits multiple times for his fellow soldiers. Appearance: Dakota is covered with tattoos of skulls, chains, dragons, and blades of various styles the only thing not touched being most of his neck and all of his face and most of his hands and feet. Mixed in are numerous scars though most are from practice and stupid dares. He prefers to wear just a simple blue tank top and desert camouflage pants bloused over a pair of tan combat boots along with muay thai tape wrapped around his forearms to his fingers with thick scale plated metal gloves. He is blind in his left eye but adapted to it and most people believe that he can actually see and the simple black patch is only for show. Normally seen with a light machine gun slung on his back with a shotgun with an undermounted grenade launcher in hand and a pistol on the right thigh with a large almost machete sized dagger on the left thigh with a bandolier of grenades for the grenade launcher on the sling that holds his lmg. He carries attached to the bandolier several satchels containing various items from which he makes his favorite thing in the world. Explosions. Region: South Specialty: Dakota is a pretty decent shot as he only as one eye and the other is covered though he prefers to lay down suppressing fire of shred targets with a shotgun. But shooting is not his strong suit as he loves making things up close and personal focusing most of his life to mastering the martial art forms of silat, muay thai, Krav maga, sambo, and capoeira making him very agile and quick for his large size. As for blades he only carries it as a last resort though knows enough how to use it to defend himself. He is a demo man at heart preferring so solve every thing by the way of explosions and fire. While he doesn't seem smart he can make a bomb out of almost anything. Mech Animal: Dragon Snippet: Sweat pooled on the floor below him as he balanced on his hands in a handstand. With a slow inhale he lowered his body rotating his shoulders till he was parallel with the ground holding it a second before exhaling rotating himself back vertical. With another exhale and inhale he did a handstand pushup. "Ten" He kicked his feet spinning his body around using his hands to keep himself up in what most people would consider a break dance though to him, it was just another way to fight. He went through various moves putting kicks and strikes in the flips and twists keeping his body moving for the next five minutes before finally stopping. "Your insane you know that right?" A female voice called out to him as he stretched. With a smile he jumped grabbing the bars above him in the jail cell cage he called home and hooked his legs before letting himself hang completely outstretched upside down. "Oh you love it" Dakota replied jokingly pausing when he noticed it was the faction commander. "Oh you know you love it ma'am" "That's better" Average height with a rocking body for her age and dark brown eyes she defiantly didn't look like the fighting type though she had put Dakota in his place a few times. Not physically but verbally. She took a seat on his cot that he kept up against the wall. "Why do you live in this?" "Seven....why....eight....cause its fun.....nine.....and it's an at home gym....ten" "Stop working out for just five seconds" She ordered Dakota stopping in mid sit up holding it. "Your being transferred to Central." "Oh really, the girl's cute there?" He said with a teasing smile. "Dakota will you take something serious for once in your life. They might not be too..." She paused searching for the words. "Understanding of your methods" "Life is too short. Should live a little, maybe even right now" His eye gleamed with his words as his veins started to bulge from holding the position. She gave a sigh setting a folder on his cot before getting up to leave. "Your to leave immediately. And arrive there sober" Dakota pulled himself up and dropped to his feet. "What the hell did I do to deserve such cruel and unusual punishment?" "Your representing us in whatever they have planned. Represent like I would" "So I have to go in a bikini? I haven't waxed my lines though" "DAKOTA STORM!" She snapped pulling a serrated knife and holding it to his throat. "You have your orders now go" "Yes mom" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he packed his one bag worth of items before grabbing the folder and heading out of the cell. "Your forgetting something" She said impatiently holding out her hand. He stared at her then frowned pulling a half empty bottle of rum from his bag and placing it in her hand. "Buzzkill" Half an hour later he found himself in line to get on the shuttle and was almost on when one of his fellow soldiers walked up to him. "Let me see the bag" He clutched his duffel bag tightly. "Oh come on Smith" He feigned being upset. "You know what she said Storm. Hand it over" Smith chuckled as Dakota pulled out a freshly opened bottle from his bag taking a long swing before handing it over. "Enjoy that for me and stay alive alright" They clasped hands and patted each other on the back. "You too. The unit is going to miss your crazy ass" "Ha I am the normal one. The rest of ya'll are weird" He waved as he took his seat on the shuttle waiting patiently as it began to pull off from the station before reaching into his faded desert fatigue trousers and pulling another bottle he had fastened to the back of his calf along with a cigar. With a long drink and a heavy puff he put his hands behind his head. "Wonder what I got thrown into to?"

The games lifespan is across five years so your going to be waiting awhile for all the dlc. So far I haven't found anything wrong with the game. With your wait till the last patch comment the game is completely online so there will never be a last patch lol. What negative comments have you heard. I myself have heard a lot but it's mostly from people who the style of the game is just not for them or somebody figured out a trick before them and progressed farther in the game. Most of the ones I have heard are just your normal everyday whiners but I am interested in what comments you have heard

Destiny for the ps4 and ps3 Psn is MaelstromEternal See you at the tower

Recently been playing DESTINY and got to say Bungie did an amazing job with this game. I have lost so much sleep to it running with the clan trying to get better gear and take on harder challenges. Currently trying to get geared up to start taking on the nightfall strike while I try to get this new exotic weapon bounty done I have heard a lot of people talk bad about it but I have no clue what they see is wrong with it. I currently along with most of my friends on Playstation have been on this game nonstop trying to get to the top event though I have heard it is ridiculously hard. I can't wait

Xionis ran his hands slowly over the edges of the massive hole in the building then crouched down taking a closer look at the debris littered on the floor. "By the way the debris are, whatever it was made its entrance this way" "Guess he didn't want to squeeze through the door" Garrick commented causing Xionis to smirk. "Guess not." He took a step inside surveying the damage that had been wrought internally. Whatever it was had throughly wrecked the place. Tables over turned, equipment smashed, very few things had been left intact He carefully made his way through the mess looking for any clues or anything salvageable but whatever had done this didn't leave much. He stopping noticing a glimmer of light among on of the piles. He fished it out finding an access card. "Here" He tossed it over his shoulder. "Good find. Help us check every inch of this place" "Unless he made more holes in the wall" "True true. He really did a number on this place" He let out a whistle. "Or it was something else" Xionis remarked Garrick just shrugged. "You know you could look on the bright side of things for once. Your gonna destroy my morale" He rummaged through another pile. "Simply stating fact" He retorted dryly. "Well your fact..." He went silent as a metal ping was heard across the lobby causing both men to have their guns out in a second and aimed in on the direction of the noise. "What do you think that was?" "Not our target. He would make quite a bit more noise due to his..." "Yeah yeah...let's just skip the facts " They advanced on noise slowly weapons never lowering, when they were about five steps away a small six legged furry rodent came scrambling out of a can and ran off into the shadows. "Damn rodents...."He paused looking at Xionis. "So you sure that wasn't our target" He threw out sarcastically. Xionis didn't bother to answer when another noise made itself known from deeper inside the complex. "That one sounded bigger" "Could be our target. Or a bigger rodent" Garrick redrew his pistol narrowing his eyes at Xionis. "After we catch this guy, we got to do something about you sense of humor" Xionis assembled three pieces of his weapon system forming his plasma shotgun, lights on it glowing a bright blue before dimming back down. "Shall we?" He motioned to the hallway in the back from where the sound originated with the muzzle of his gun. Garrick regarded the hallway with a grim look. Flickers of light could be seen in the shadows meaning that some of the lights were broken. "Go down the creepy hallway of flickering towards the train to investigate a noise that came from something we have no clue what it is or about..." He readied his pistol towards the hallway. "Sure why the hell not" The two men advanced forward, Xionis crouching over slightly, the stock his weapon in his shoulder moving in an almost gliding motion. Who knew what waited for them.

"Its simple really" Garrick said with a smile that made Xionis cringe on the inside. "One of us needs to get arrested..." Xionis pondered the idea. "Actually that is..." "Then we can get closer to the feeds come on" He made a move for the door, Xionis falling in step with him. "We could..." Again Garrick cut off him with way they could execute his six second plan. "We need to come up with some sort of minor offense" Xionis tried to get another word in. "I agree but..." "Maybe start a fight...or get really trashed in public....no no that wouldn't work" Xionis tried six more times before giving up. He let out a sigh when Garrick motioned towards a pub. "Let's grab a drink" The duo made their way inside Garrick ordering a drink at the bar then frowned as he turned his pockets inside out. "Damn that's right, that security guard took my last credits" He looked at Xionis expectantly who just shook his head and paid for them both a drink. Garrick took a seat at a rickety table making a face as he took a sip of the best of the house, a pale red liquid that tasted watered down and like eggs. "How is this top shelf" Xionis shrugged. "Well you did bring us to the first cheap looking bar you saw" "Hey it looked classy on the outside" Xionis gestured to the run down interior with a sweep of his hand. "It looked the same on the outside" "Hey I figured it was just a front, you know to limit the crowd' Garrick lied straight through his teeth causing Xionis to chuckle as he shook his head. Garrick froze his eyes narrowing at Xionis studying him curiously causing Xionis to tilt his head. "What?" He asked slightly confused. "You laughed" Xionis groaned then downed half of his glass. "Yes I am capable of laughing Garrick" "Well I just thought..." He stopped as Xionis held up his hand silencing him. "That I was a high and mighty self centered cold hearted ***** with a black and white view on the galaxy around me" Garrick hesitated then shrugged. 'Yep pretty much. That kind of hit it on the nail" "Your not the first. Though neither of us were thrilled about the team aspect." Garrick nodded as he took another sip. "So how do you suppose we get inside that holding cell?" Xionis leaned forward, motioning for Garrick to come in closer. When Garrick leaned in Xionis' hand shot out grabbing the back of the elbow of his free hand and pulled, the force forcing Garrick's arm to extend. As a reflex Garrick's fist curled right before smashing into Xionis' face busting the corner of his lip slightly and the half broken chair he was in to fall apart completely sending him to the floor. "What the hell man?" Garrick stood up amiss at Xionis' actions when the front doors flew open and two train station security guards both Doraxian came marching up. "Put your hands on the table" Garrick replied with the order placing both hands on the table while one searched him then the other cuffed him. He frowned as one of them pulled out an id scanner then held it up to his face, the green lasers mapping his features to identify him. The Doraxian holding the scanner frowned then tapped the device against his hand. "Come on you worthless piece of junk" He grew even more annoyed after the second scan, the rising temper showing on his face. "What's wrong?" The Doraxion holding Garrick asked confused. "The scanner's bugging out again. Keeps going static then saying his name is John Smith" "Here try mine." The Doraxian tried his partner's scanner but had the same outcome. "Looks like another glitch in the system. Gonna have to get a tech from planetside to come and fix it again" He handed the scanner back before helping Xionis up. "You okay sir?" Xionis nodded. "How soon will the authorities from the planet be here so I can press charges?" The Doraxian pulled out a holopad then began typing away. "Should be about a day or so. They will be able to id this guy since our system is buggy right now" Xionis nodded as he watched them escort Garrick away before making his way towards the docking bay but turned around once the security guards were out of sight with Garrick. In truth he was kind of impressed. For a six second plan its pretty solid and with a few tweaks it would be perfect. While breaking him out of jail would be the easiest way, Xionis really didn't feel like having to evade the security forces for the rest of their stay. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Xionis scouted around the building the housed the Security Station. Now with the planet officers safely bound and gagged where they shouldn't be found at least for the duration of his and Garrick's stay he can work on getting Garrick out. After a few minutes he found what he was looking for, a service crawlspace for maintenance to the building. He quietly pried the grate off then crawled inside pulling the grate back on behind him. He moved through the crawlspaces until the came across the security office. After a few more minutes he found the power regulators. Better be ready Garrick. He pulled the ones for the lights, the holding cells and the backups for each plunging the entire area in darkness and opening all of the cells. Suddenly the office was a state of confusion allowing him to pop out another grate and drop down into on of the cubicles where a Terran was pressing the light switch trying to figure out what was going on. In less then three seconds the guard as fast asleep from a choke hold. He quickly moved his way through the office dispatching any guards he came across in a non lethal manner as he searched for the armory to retrieve Garrick's belongings. He could only hope that Garrick was on top of things at his end and made use of the diversion. He dropped another guard silently moving from room to room clearing each one until he came across the armory, given away by the brightly glowing keypad. It only took a minute to hack in and get inside. Finding Garrick's belongings took longer as they really had no system of organization. In all after several minutes of searching he located his effects and began making his way to the video feed room to assist Garrick.

Xionis groaned inwardly as he entered Garrick's ship the Felicity and followed him to the bridge. Of all people to work with, he had to be stuck with this very stubborn Terran. His foot hit an empty bottle as he entered the small bridge area. Not to mention messy. "You can upload you AI there but you will only have limited access" He said flatly as he took a seat and prepared the ship for departure. Xionis looked at the console and sat down in the chair, staring at the console quizzically. "Is he trying to access it with his mind?" The ship's AI "Flick" asked softly to Garrick who just shrugged. "I don't know. He will figure it out eventually..." He paused as Xionis hands flew over the console. Suddenly the ships systems went down and back up again several times "Garrick he is in the mainframe and my core!" Flick said confused. "He bypassed my defenses" The ship's systems came back on and remained on as Garrick stopped up grabbing Xionis by the shoulder. "What the hell are you doing?!" Xionis tiled his head puzzled. "Uploading Kishal in sync with Flick and fixing a few glitches in your ship's systems. I have increased it by thirteen percent" "Sorry he doesn't know how to ask permission first. He doesn't have any friends" Mishal blinked into existence on the console in front of Garrick who looked at Flint for verification. "Sounds like someone else I know" Flint ran a diagnostics then whistled. "He knows how to please me more then you Garrick." Garrick sat down grumbling about how he was getting around to it and asked Flick to get them cleared for launch as Xionis went back to the console. "Kishal, i need every record, account, and research file that has to do with Leech and the two races that comprise our target." Kishal nodded then blinked out of view. The screens in front of Xionis flared colors as images and text logs flashed across them and Xionis' retinas. He continued his work as the ship jolted free of its moorings and Garrick set a course for their destination. Silence stretched on between them as Garrick activated the warp drive bringing them five minutes from their destination, the Alphonse Train Junction. Xionis quickly pulled up the schematics for the rundown station and downloaded him to his implants. "What is the plan?" "Well first we find the target. Start by asking around and narrowing down from there" "If I can get access to the station itself I can get a record of what trains it has crashed and the upcoming schedule. Try to see which one he is more prone to targeting. That and I can pull their records of Leech. But what is the plan?" "I just told you" Garrick replied shortly. "Do I need to make it even more simple?' "The plan for engaging the target. I suggest disabling the limbs making the parasite leave the body due to its condition." "How about we cross that bridge when we get there Johnny Five?" Xionis finished what he was doing and turned to face Garrick as Flick granted them access to dock. "On the fly thinking is good but not having a plan causes things to turn for the worse." "And the more you plan the less likely the situation is to turn out the way you planned for." Garrick replied smugly. "Lack of plans also gets ICARUS satellites destroyed and only earns you two thousand five hundred credits." He threw back. Flick snickered at the remark causing Garrick to grit his teeth. "Shut it Flick....so you pulled up my records huh?" His voice held an underlying tone of warning. "Only to see what kind of person you are. From the records you are brash stubborn and some what reckless. But you are trustworthy and that is what matters. It just so happens that entry was the most recent" Xionis commented, his demeanor still neutral. "You have no fear of me shooting you in the back, my honor would not stand for it" "Well thats good to know" Garrick stood up as a loud grating echoed throughout the ship meaning the age old docking clamps and boarding tube were moving into position. Within moments both hunters were outfitted and standing at the airlock before it hissed open allowing them to make their way through the rusted metal pipe then through the station to the main infrastructure. The smell of rust and decay was heavy on the air and the area matched its smell causing Xionis to wrinkle his nose as the flash suppressors slide out hiding his eyes. The people also matched their rundown home, ragged clothing and a few of them could be smelled a distance away. "Your not a germaphobe are you Johnny?" Garrick commented with a laugh. "I didn't read of any epidemics going here in any report" Xionis reply caused Garrick to stop laughing and just shake his head in defeat. "Come on lets get to work" They interrogated people in pairs. One talking while the other was standing guard watching for any sign of their target or something out of the ordinary. Hours passed before they stopped at a shabby pub to grab a drink. "We are no closer to finding our prey" Xionis commented flatly. Garrick took a sip of his drink. "Well it might help if you didn't completely interrogate and mind **** each person you talked to" Xionis shook his head. "I was not the one hitting on every female we passed, or using the questions as a way to get inside" Garrick feigned hurt. "I was not, I have been making sure none of them had any memories of Leech that they had repressed without knowing" "So the forty five minutes you spent with the green skinned Hinrate female was purely therapeutical?" Garrick nodded holding his hand above his heart. "The girl just didn't want to be alone. I felt it my duty to help her" Silence hung between them before Xionis bust out laughing catching Garrick off guard. "You are by far the most interesting Terran I have ever met." He finished up his drink. "Shall we get back to work 'asking questions'?". Garrick smirked. "Purely therapeutical of course" They exited the pub asking questions as they made their way down the lane. Xionis paused at a flickered info booth. "Give me a second" In less then a minute he had hacked his way into the entire station pulling logs, train schedules and reports on Leech. Unfortunately the station had nothing along the lines of surveillance systems adding one more obstacle in their path. What we need is a stroke of luck He sighed as he exited the system. They were getting nowhere fast and no one really seemed to be in the mood for talking. No answers, no location, no target And no pay

"Approaching Destination. Requesting access" Kishal's voice echoed in the repair bay where Xionis was currently modifying a few things to himself.    "ID number 64977-xxv, bounty hunter Xionis Vasimo Zulas requesting access to dock for supplies and next target." He said sparks flying as he touched the laser tool against a circuit.    "Welcome to ICARUS, Xionis, access granted"   "Take us in Kishal" He replied as touch another circuit.   "Yes Xionis"   He finished his arm as the sounds of the docking tethers attached to his ship with a thud and the grating of the boarding tube extending towards his airlock meant they were secured. He threw on his spare vest and trenchcoat buttoning it up as the airlock door slid open with a hiss giving him access to the plain gray metal walkway interior of the tube.   Within minutes he was in the middle of the hustle and bustle of the home base of ICARUS. His flash suppressors slide over his eyes acting more like sunglasses. Advent weren't the most welcome of species as you always had to walk on eggshells so not to possibly start a war. With his flash suppressors over his eyes and his cybernetic legs and arms covered, it was impossible to tell that he wasn't just a simple Terran.   His first stop was a local pub ordering himself a glass of Baverian ice, a liquid that glowed bright blue and extremely potent. Though he was unfortunately unable to feel any effects of alcohol due mostly machine insides it was the easiest substance to convert into energy was well as the most rewarding. After several drinks he paid his tab and made his way to and inside the building where the Bounty Board was located.    While outside was somewhat loud it was nothing compared to the yelling and shouting of the rugged people that made their living as bounty hunters. He made his way through the crowd and conversations. Boasts and insults were thrown back and forth at free will and fights were not uncommon to see, after all you could only fit so many egos into one place.   After waiting several minutes he finally got his turn to use the Board. After a quick download he retreated off to the side to review the bounties he wanted to pursue. The first one caught his eye.   "Leech....Ayenean....team?" He paused at the last word. While bounty hunters were known to team up from time to time to accomplish a goal they seldom worked out as one would kill the others to keep the money for himself. He himself had run into one of those situations before. Granted the other had obviously died but he had also shot the controls for the airlock and jetted their bounty out into space.   I guess it will work....now to find a part.... No sure had the sentenced finished inside his head when an extremely tall Terran stood up beside him at the bench he was on.   "Hey! Anybody want to go hunt a Body Snatcher?"   Imagine that. He grinned on the inside. "I will help you take down the body snatcher" He said above the uproar of voices.

Welcome back and hello to the new ones

Binhamck Quadrent, Planet Vanstia, North Continent, Planet Capital Asamma Hands flew across the holographic keyboards with speed as screens rapidly flashed not only over the four screens in front of him but on his retinas as well while he tore through the system's database. A groan behind him caught his attention signalling that the Vanstian, a bipedial race with four arms with an almost fur like skin well more peach fuzz was waking up. Advent Archives said they had amazing vision but that didn't seem to be the case. With one hand still flying across the holographic keys he reached behind his back to were one of his Psitech weapons was holstered and pulled out a circular device that unfolded into an arc pistol. A quick flash of blue and a faint crack had the Vanstain back asleep. Should be it. A female voice sounded in his head. Shall I send it to our client? "Send a copy to Advent Archives. Might as well make a little credits on the side." He spoke though he never opened his mouth, the microphone implanted into his augmented subvocal cords making it possible. Very handy to have as he could have a conversation and never give away his position though it did tend to freak people out at first. At first people though he couldn't talk until he actually spoke using his main vocal cords. He smirked remembering all the surprised faces it had caused over the years. He hit a few keys as suddenly the screens began blinking meaning all the datastores were being deleted. "On the way back" He quickly hopped back into the small service tube he had used to infiltrate the building. Very nice and lavishly decorated it belong to a corrupt Vanstia diplomat who had his hands deep into a weapon arms operation. Within ten minutes he reached the end popping out onto the 60 story tall building's roof. "Ready for..." The clicking of ballistic weapon chambers alerted him that he had been caught. He slowly raised his hands turning around to see two Vanstians behind him, each holding a rifle with two of their arms a pistol in the lower right and a baton looking weapon in the lower left. "Get on your knees now!" The one on the right said. Well it was actually hoots and howls but his translator interpreted it for him. He slowly responded dropping to his knees as they approached him. "Hands on your head!" They were right next to him as he slowly brought his hands up palms open. Suddenly he struck, driving his left palm to the Vanstian's knee on his left, forcing it to bend the opposite way with a sickening crack. Continuing with his momentum he caught the baton holding rist of the right one using the eight foot tall creature to pull himself up and it down before the first one he attacked even hit the ground. He struck with his right knee slamming it into the groin area forcing it to double over in pain. A quick elbow to its now exposed back of the neck sent it to sleep as precise kick to the temple on the one on the ground sent the other one to join the first in lala land. "Sorry" He spoke softly as he stood up. We are here. The female voice said. He looked around, his eyes picking up the energy signature of his ship though it was completely invisible. Well the very faint drone of the engines gave it away that their was a ship close by. He took off running leaping straight off the building as a black square with barely seen lights appeared in the sky. He landed on the invisible gangway with a thump and entered his ship, the green and purple lights of equipment reflecting off of him before the overhead lights activated bringing life to the hallway. "Set a course for the Burst Nebula...ICARUS hq Kishal" His voice slightly echoed off the walls of his empty ship as he made his way to the bridge of his ship. As the bulkhead doors slid open to the bridge the image of blue skinned woman with a dark dark purple hair that almost touched her shoulders appeared sitting at the navigations console. White bits of code could be seen traveling across the designs in her 'skin' as she hit keys on the console. Kishal was his ships Logistics and Navigations AI and though she didn't need to give herself a form to control the ship she had always preferred too. "Yes Xionis" He felt a slight pull as he sat down in the center chair before the stabilizers kicked in as the ship headed for space. "Anyone detect us Mishal?" Another AI, his Warfare Specialist, appeared to his right in another chair. She was dressed in slacks and a white blouse though her entire body was see through blue. Unlike Kishal white code could be seen going across her entire body and her shoulder length hair. Her voice held an obvious tone of annoyance. "Don't you think I would tell you if we were detected?" Xionis sighed. "Well thank you anyway." His two AI were bipolar opposites. Kishal was the kind one while Mishal could just be a plain pain in the ass. He watched the viewscreen as black space filled it. Kishal's hands touched several then slid her fingers across a section. "Breaking the planet's gravity well.....entering phase space now" A purple and black hole opened in front of them allowing them to enter. The advent phase drive was capable of pretty much tearing a hole in space allowing the ship to enter a sort of alternate dimension in a sense. Yes the ship was still in the universe but it could pass through anything short of a sun, nebula, or a large planet without having to go around it. "Eta 14 hours" Kishal read off as she piloted the ship. Xionis hung up his trenchcoat and combat vest before sitting back down and leaning his head against the back of the chair. "I'm gonna get some sleep. Wake me when we arrive" "Aleoma is trying to contact you" Mishal said smugly cause Xionis to sigh. "Put her through" "Thank you for the data drath. The Advent Empire will benefit greatly from being able to incorporate this into our own tech." Aleoma's signature all work holier then though tone always bothered her. That and the fact she always called him drath the Advent word for exiled one. "I get the usual payment correct?" He replied brushing her comment off his shoulder. "Correct drath. I will say I am quite surprised you haven't gone insane after all these years due to your lack of unity." Xionis flinched with that statement. To Advent the unity of one's self was everything to them. One of the things he could never have. A such as he played it off it bothered him. No unity...unable to return to the empire he fought so long and so hard for. He took a quick breath. But this was his choice. "I find unity in other ways Aleoma" Her voice came back snappy "How many times must I tell you. You are to refer to me as handler. Or would you like me to the only link you have to your heritage" "My apologies handler now if you excuse me my client is on the other line" As if on cue the panel on his chair flashed showing he had an incoming transmission. "Glory to Advent" "Glory to the Advent" With that she was gone. He took a few seconds to compose himself before hitting the flashing key. "Fa'chre what can...." He was cut off by the image of a fleshy pink blob showing up on his screen. Several short tentacles moved where the alien's mouth would be located and one large black eye stared at him from the center of the of the pink mass. "Where is the rest of the data?" Fa'chre's voice came out panicked and nervous. All Jujuans were like that probably due to their thirty year life span. The amphibious creatures were always in a rush and sounded like they were always stressed and anxious. Xionis leaned back in the chair. "Where is my money?" "We get the data you get your money that's how...." This time he cut off the anxious being. "No I send part as proof then I send the rest after I get my money" "But but this is not how this works gives us the data or we....." Xionis eyes seemed to almost glow a brighter green as the soldier in him surfaced the killing intent and bloodshed showing on his face. Fa'chre said nothing as everything was silent for a few minutes causing him to squirm. "Money being transferred now" Xionis demeanor did a completely one eighty as he leaned back again smiling. "Credits have been transferred" Kishal announced. Xionis clapped his hands. "The data is inbound my friend. Look forward to our next business meeting." With that Fa'chre disappeared from his screen. "Never gets any easier" He muttered to himself

Name: Xionis Vasimo Zulas   Age: 329 though looks 32   Height: 1.905 meters or 6' 3"   Weight: 116kg or 255lbs   Gender: Male   Species: Advent is a highly advanced civilization that relies heavily on technology, religion, music and fine arts. The first Advent were the children on human colonists that got lost in space after being pulled into a class E wormhole and sent to what is now labeled as the Angel Quadrant crash landing on the planet Jindra. They are the result of breeding between the humans and the now extinct Jindrans a race that had mastered nanos, cybernetics and  many other types of tech and combined it into one calling it psi tech.   The Advent keep to themselves but have no problem delivering swift justice inside and to whoever threatens their massive empire. They freely experiment on themselves, augmenting and enhancing their body how ever they see fit. It is not unusual to see even children with neural implants. This free society has caused many races to stay away from them or their massive fleet and devastating weapons helped.   Besides the augmentations they look just like normal humans but with one solid glowing eye color. due to their mixed background their muscles also contain almost three times as many tendon fibers as a human and their bones are twice as dense. They also bleed blue instead of red. Every Advent's voice is melodic as song is a very huge part in their culture. Everything they make is sleek and beautiful with curves and proportionate to everything as they strive for perfection.   Due to their excessive use and the integration of themselves with their technology they have formed something similar to a hive mind though everyone is still a complete individual. they can share thoughts and feelings down to a personal level believing its strengthens their unity as a race. This bond can span across the entire empire. It also has increased their age limit. An unenhanced Advent can live up to three hundred years while one that is can push a millenia.   But due to this bond hardly do any Advent leave the empire as they become so deeply immersed in the Unity of the Advent. The only exception being the Advent PsiOps, the Advent's most well trained black ops. The ones chosen for this are trained at a young age and have no choice what augmentations they receive and are the only Advent not linked to their unified conscious   Appearance: 1 and 2. As with Advent  his eyes glow one solid color, his being a dark poison green. He wears a black leather trenchcoat over over his psytech combat vest that covers the only skin he has.   Home Planet: Gravithen. A planet devoted entirely to the Advent military used for extreme training due to its low oxygen atmosphere, extreme gravity and its harsh variety of weather and geographical conditions and environments. They keep families here to breed warriors already suited to this harsh planet for their PsiOps all the way to their lowest peon. and begin training the moment they can walk to make sure their Unity is safe. This is also where the Advent military are involuntary augmented and enhanced, the PsiOps being so far augmented that some no longer even look human.    This planet also serves as a graveyard for members of the Advent military who have finished their 200 year contract. They are given two choices. Either devote their bodies for research or they can take a ship and leave. Most devote their bodies for science as being a part of the Unity is everything to an Advent and its the one thing the Advent military are not allowed to do as the Advent Hierarchy do not want their thoughts infected the Unity. In the eons that the Advent have been around the number of Advent that have left has not even reached 50   The planet is constantly experiencing some type of storm or natural disaster at all times and is heavily guarded by a vast array of orbiting weapon platforms that maintain a zero tolerance no fly zone around the area.   Equipment: Due to his time in the Advent PsiOps his body has been heavily augmented to give him the upper hand on the battlefield and he still carries the weapons he used while a member of the PsiOps.    He carries a six piece Advent Psitech weapon system that he keeps attached to his combat vest. The pieces can operate individually as a pulse pistol or can be added together to create to different weapons.   1 piece- Arc Pistol 2 pieces- Plasma SMG 3 pieces- Plasma Shotgun 4 pieces- Pulse Rifle 5 pieces- Photon Sniper Rifle 6 pieces- Particle Cannon   True to Advent culture Xionis' body is mostly augmented and machinery. While it is not clear what all he is capable of, bounty hunters have recorded some of the ones he contains   Tactical Informational Warfare augmentation which allows him to hack, download, and wage all out cyber war, and control systems while remaining undetected by the systems defenses and firewalls.   Wayfinder stealth Radar augmentation which allows him a limited range radar to pick up threats whether by ambient sound or line of sight and display them on his hud and keep them even after line of sight has been lost and display them until they are 25m away.   Infolink telecommunications augmentation allows him to communicate with fellow team members and link with Advent Archives while on a job without the need of a ear piece or microphone   Computer Assisted Social Interaction Enhancer is a augmentation that gives him the ability to tell when someone is lying, their emotions, and release pheromones to influence behavior after extended interaction.   Smart Vision is an eye implant that displays his ammo, current physical condition, enemies, visual transmissions, digital information and friendlies onto his retina. Its is capable of infrared, night, and several other modes of vision.   Flash Suppressant is an augmentation that slides a dark lense over his eyes like to reduce the effects of flashbangs.   Psitech Cybernetic Nano arms and legs allow him to exceed his normal boundaries by making his aim better, reduce the recoil from his weapons, and make him faster stronger, more agile, increased balance and increased reflexes all while being  completely silent   Sarif Blades are two foot blades made up of a Advent alloy that are mounted to his forearms. they are capable of extending forewords over the wrist or backwards over his elbow. He also has a three inch blade that extends from the toe and heel of each boot and from the tops of his knee giving him a lethal close quarters option.   Sentinel Survival Nano System allows him to track his medical condition, release nanos to repair damaged areas, restart his heart, convert food and his own movement to charge the four micro fusion cells that power his body as extended use of various systems will drain his stored power. At max output he has four hours of use while standard is three days. It also supercharges his nervous system increasing reaction time and reflexes.   Implanted Rebreather helps him to breathe in harmful gases and pull more oxygen from low air situations allowing him to enter areas that most cant   Emf Landing System is implanted in his spine to allow him to survive what would be certain death falls though after landing he is unable to move for a duration of the time. The longer the fall the longer the standby.   Multifunction Dermal implant causes his skin to either become solid to decrease any type of trauma to his body though enough force will still penetrate. It also can bend the light around him making him near invisible though it quickly drains his fusion cells.   Psi Suit- a nano tech suit that forms to his body to allow him access to zero air and/or extremely hazardous areas that would kill him   Special Skills: While Xionis was made to be a one man soldier his special skills is his hand to hand prowess and his tactically way of thinking. Due to all of his neural augmentations and enhancements Xionis can study copy and master fighting styles with ease even going as far as downloading videos and information about them to further his ability. This combined with his augmented reflexes arms and legs makes him a deadly person to be up close and personal with.    Because of the limited amount of power he has become very adept at stealth getting in to the target and out as fast as possible with no alarm as to not have a prolonged fight and be stuck in a bad situation.   Vehicle: Ter' Rasth is a derelict heavy corvette class that Xionis came across during his time in the PsiOps and fitted it with Advent Technology. Equipped with 10 living quarters, a captain's quarters, holodeck, mess hall, stasis pods, prison cells, cargo bay and a bridge across three decks as most of the ship is taken up by weapons, engines, stealth and counter measures. This is due mostly to Xionis wanting to scare off any bounty hunters or pirates looking at him as prey or trying to take his captured target. Since it is normally just himself on the ship he has two AI to help him run it. Kishal who is in charge of his weapons, counter measures and stealth systems and Mishal who is in charge of his navigations, logistics and everything else.   Shrike- a weaponless hovbike for faster means of travel under the radar on the ground.   Known Allies or Contacts: Mishal and Kishal. His two female AI that retrieve any information he asks from the Advant Archives as well as pilot the ship to give him fire support or a quick pick up. Or just aggravate him.   Aleoma Fricwie is Xionis handler at the Advent Archives making sure he gets what he needs and keeping his mental link only there and not reaching out to the Unity of the Advent.   Reputation: Though Xionis is a loner by heart he has never let a team down always assessing them to see what role needs to be filled. among the bounty hunters he has worked with it is nothing but praise along with rumors about what he is capable of.

Think its time I get back into it.       The rain came on in droves like it had been for hours past. Like it alway did. It always rained but it did nothing to stop what was going on inside the rundown building. Lights flashed to the pulsing music as bodies swayed and meshed together on the dance floor. Drinks and drugs passed around freely. Such was the nightlife of Aether, one of the four cities of Nemmaso.     "Another round!" The man speaking smacked his gloved hand against the table catching the scantily clad server girl's attention. "Make it Bloodlust this time!" As the girl walked off to fufill the order the man sitting across from the speaker spoke.     "Do you always drink on the job Archangel?" He motioned to the empty glasses that filled the table and the two new ones that were just set down filled with a glowing red liquid.     Archangel smirked as he picked up one of the glasses, his blue eyes staring at the glass. "Do you not?" He knocked back the glass then set it down as he stared at his companion who was covered in a full black cloak.     "The Temple frowns upon...." He was cut off by Archangel slamming down the second glass, it empty as well.     "Does it look like I care what the Temple thinks?" He sighed leaning back running a hand through his white hair. "Everyone knows I am different. I don't get closer to ascending like the rest of you inquisitors. Each one you kill you get one step closer. Me on the other hand, I stay were I am." He motioned and more glasses were set in front of him. He swirled one around for a few moments. "So in my eyes their rules don't apply to me."     The hooded man let out a sigh. "There really is no reasoning with you is there?"     Archangel let out a laugh. "Glad you finally figured it out." He drank the last two in rapid succession. "Now that we have settled that....." He stood up pushing himself away from the table and holding his hands out towards the dancing crowd on the floor below them. "...shall we begin?"     The hooded man stood up. "As you say Archangel"     Archangel grinned as he stepped up on the railing. "Did any of the other inquisitors warn you about how I run things?" He looked over his shoulder at the man.     "Yes they informed me quite well"     "Good" With a smirk Archangel stepped off the railing, droppinghis black cloak as he did revealing a blue ornate trench. He landed on the dance floor with a thud causing everyone to stop and look at him. He slowly looked up, his right eye a bright gold and a large pure white feathered wing sprouted out from the right side of his back. "Cause right now its open season."  He reached into his jacket pullling out a massive pistol with his left hand as another materilized in his right.     Screams erupted from the crowd  as he began firing, the people he hit screaming and turning to ash. The sounds of gunfire and screams echoed throughout the building and within seconds it was over, the people still alive clearing the club quickly. Archangel holstered one and let the other disappear into then air as the hooded man walked up beside him holstering a rifle back inside his cloak as two grey wings lay flat againt his back.       Archangel eyed his companion's wings. "Think I am starting to see some white feathers." His companion looked over his shoulder at his wings. "Either way lets get back to the temple. I killed my fill of demons for tonight."       The High Priest looked over the new recruits dressed in black kneeling before him hands clasped in prayer. "You have given yourselves to join the Inquisitors. This is not some small manner. You are the ones that will be the barrier against the darkness. Your job...to banish the demons and monsters and forces of evil back to the depths were we belong. With every kill you will be one step closer to ascending as an angel to continue the fight as the Maker's personal army. Your soon to be gained wings will shed their feathers with each kill and eventually go from black to white. You will be taught how to sense, find, and kill these unholy abomiations. May the Maker be with you"         Sign up sheet:   Name: Age: Gender: Human Appearance: Inquisitor Appearance: Ranged Weapons: Melee Weapons: Why you joined the Inquisitors: Background: Snippet: Make this right after the high priest speaks. this is where you see you other appearance and wings for the first tme as well as gettng handed your weapons.     Its been awhile since i did one so there might be a few edits so dont hate me

Hey laweit my Internet is done so using my phone but go ahead and start this and I will post when it gets back up and running

Hey go ahead and get the rp up. Not all main characters are introduced in the beginning