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JoonasTo
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Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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"If I have other quests, they'll be on the home team. Just be there at twentythree.", Yed shut the line.
He jumped up up from the chair and spun it back to it's rightful position. Then he pulled the kharon out from under the bed, checked that it was still unconcious, gave him another good hit just to be sure and unwrapped him. He then checked that the hallway was empty and left. He hurried to his bike, he only had minutes till the PDF showed up after all, and hopped on his bike. He fired up the engine and accelerated out of the alley. Still accelerating he blasted out from the alley and headed straight to the manor. Since the manor was missing it's front wall he drove straight in. He slalomed his way to the dining room where the two hunters and the bounty hunter were. Spinning his bike around hastily not to scatter all the blood and bodies even more around the room he brought it to a stop three meters from the trio.
"Tch, you guys really messed this place up.", he said as he took off his helmet and flipped his hair back. Seeing Dorian question the bounty hunter he tried to look a bit apologetic.
"Sorry if I interrupted something, I'm just a little down on time. You see, I just got word that a good friend of mine is coming to Lyra Secundus so I'm going to have a little get together for him. I figured might as well make good on that promise of drinks to you too. Tonight at my ship, it's docked at the launchpads near Dex's place.", he put his helmet back on.
"I've got to run now, your PDF pals should be here any time soon and while they made you nice and easy to find, I really can't prepare for a feast if I'm quarantined here. I'll show myself out and let you finish your business with this trash.", Yed shouted over the roar of his engine as he blasted off the way he came.
He used the walls for tighter cornering through the manor and managed to escape the scene while the PDF force was still few blocks away. He made sure that they didn't follow him and cruised to Dex's place.
Once there he ordered enough food for six and told him where to deliver it. He now had some time to waste. He decided to look around for a place to stock up on quality booze.
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berny-mac
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Lord Vader
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posted January 10, 2013 12:37 AM |
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Darius went into the elevator down towards the ground level and changed into his elaborate noble clothing while packing his suit into a compact hard case. The cameras were fed with old feeds and the lift would not stop for anyone.
As he left the building, he signaled for a cab to pick him up.
"Where to, boss?" the Kharon driver said. He was hunched over and sounded sickly.
"To the Port Jefferson Launchpads, if you will please." replied Darius as he entered the car.
"Those the ones near that diner, right?"
Darius remembered seeing a restaurant near where he landed. Owned by someone named Dex or something. "Yeah sure." Maybe he could have some dinner there.
It wasn't too much later that Darius arrived at the Launchpads. He paid the Kharon and even tipped him handsomely.
"Thank you kindly, good sir." said the Kharon pleasantly.
Darius stepped out of the cab and walked towards his ship, Astro, also the same name as the onboard A.I. that he created.
As he walked towards his ship, he noticed another man with long violet hair. Darius judged his appearance, noting the weaponry, garments, and way in which he walked, concluding that this person was most likely a freelancer of some kind. Darius thought of an idea and walked towards the man. "Excuse me, sir, may we have a private conversation somewhere? I have a...proposal to make."
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JoonasTo
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Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted January 10, 2013 12:45 AM |
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"And I have a liquor store to find. Go bother someone else.", Yed answered him while continuing his stride towards the gates. "On another thought, you wouldn't happen to know a good one near here, would you?", he spun around and grabbed the man, pushing him in front of him. "Show me to one and we'll talk as we walk."
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berny-mac
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Lord Vader
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posted January 10, 2013 01:06 AM |
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Darius complied. There was no use in fighting someone he intended to hire. Besides, Darius was at a tactical disadvantage and if the man was as good as Darius hoped he was, then he would have a slim chance of coming on top in a scuffle. Not to mention that Darius didn't have his armor. But it didn't hurt to be cautious.
"I saw one about a block away from here. The Jefferson Cellar I believed it is called." replied Darius as he steadied his voice and focused his mind to mask his intentions. "Well I was told that you were someone that could get things done and there is something that I need accomplished for a significant amount of money. The details of this mission are highly confidential and would only be disclosed if you were to accept. However, I can say outright that this involves the Molleone family and the destruction of the orphanage. I understand that nearly all of them have been killed." Darius made sure that plenty of emphasis was place on the word 'nearly'.
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Galatea
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Well, I'm Ceres!
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posted January 10, 2013 05:44 AM |
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Alexia opened her eyes. She realized she was laying in a bed, inside a room – not hers. She was in a fancy motel room. She slide her leg and it brushed on a slightly rough and hairy surface – another leg – not hers. She looked up and saw a face of a man sleeping soundly besides her. He was young with dark brown complexion, facial hair and quite good-looking for a man. Alexia rubbed his muscular chest gently and repeatedly with her soft and smooth hand. Her action woke up the man. He was Tony, her boyfriend.
Tony slowly opened his eyes. He searched where that sensation came from. The young man traced it was from his chest to a hand. He followed the hand further until his eyes met Alexia’s blue eyes, at least that the color they were today. He smiled at her and she smiled back. He caressed her long straight red hair with his capable hand.
“I need to go now, Tony,” Alexia whispered on Tony’s ear. “Mrs. P’pala’s order cannot wait.”
“You are going to bake Boobokas again?” Tony replied with a grin. Alexia nodded in response. She moved closer, on top of him and kissed him in the lips passionately. Tony slid his hand up her silky smooth thigh. Alexia pushed him away, “Not now, I have work to do.”
Alexia got out of bed and dressed. After applying her makeup, she grabbed her things and placed them in her jacket pockets. She approached Tony again who was now sitting and looking frustrated on the bed. She kissed him again on the lips. “Call me later. I love you baby.”
She headed towards the door and boarded in the elevator. When the elevator started moving down, she took something out of her right jacket pocket. It was a box of specialized cigarettes – Wenz – Vanilla Mint flavor. She took a stick and squeezed the other end. The specialized cigarette lit on its own. Before she left the elevator, Alexia was able to fill half of the elevator with smoke.
Outside the motel, Alexia was greeted by a bright light. She looked at her holowatch to check the time. It was already past eight in the morning. She noticed a parked taxi cab near the motel and signaled the driver to pick her up. She really, really needed to go back in her apartment and make Mrs. P’pala’s orders else she’ll loose one of her few customers.
As she crossed the streets of one of the most populated place in Lyra Secundus, the city noise welcomed her. Horns honking, metals grinding, engines revving, people buzzing – it filled her ears like a sweet melody on the radio. The city noise, she loves it, it made her feel alive. She looked outside the window and viewed the towering buildings. Some floating some rooted to the ground. Some adorned with colorful neon lights. Some looked damp and dead. She smiled and admired the view.
The taxi she was in finally reached its destination after a few minutes of travel. It was a rundown apartment not far down the center of the city. It appeared old and unmaintained, ready to collapse. At the gate was a sign of flashing neon lights of pink, violet and green reading:
Alex’s Homemade Delicacies
4-24-324-24-2
Alexia paid the cab driver, hopped out, threw away her cigarette and spit before heading inside.
“Are my orders ready yet?” the voice from an old Kharon female echoed in the corridor as Alexia walked towards her unit. “It will be ready in an hour Mrs. P’pala,” Alexia replied, her teeth gritting in irritation, hidden behind a forced smile. She never liked that alien neighbor of hers from the start. Mrs. P’pala had been her neighbor for years and Alexia knew that the old lady had always been this demanding. Numerous times she let slip that she could kill the old hag.
“Well, where have you been last night? Going out with a new man again?” the alien said. Alexia’s jaw tightened. She did not like the comment, that interest in her personal affairs. She looked at the Kharon with glaring eyes. The old lady had tried her patience one too many times, although Alexia did not really have that virtue, and she thought it was time to shut the alien’s mouth.
She scanned the old lady from head to toe, choosing from the wide variety of weak points in which she could insert her knife to end the alien’s life in seconds. After selecting a sweet spot, Alexia slid one of her hands to her back and reached for her hidden knife. And with a strong voice, Alexia spoke, “F***ing c*nt!”
The old lady’s face turned blank and for once she was startled, unmoving. Seconds passed until she was able to do so. She frowned then spoke again in a shaky voice. “I… I don’t really like that password of yours, Ms. Evans, you should change it.” The door in front of Alexia opened as the voice recognition lock approved the password sound. “Ms. Evans? Are you even listening to me?” Mrs. P’pala continued and continued to lecture the Alexia like nothing really happened.
Alexia entered inside and shut the door. “Damn! You are not my f***ing mother!” she screamed. At least, she did it in a place where Mrs. P’pala cannot hear it anymore. Again, the plan to kill her old neighbor was a fail. If Mrs. P’pala wasn’t one of her few customers left, she could’ve slit her throat by now. “Damn f***ing aliens!” she followed as she headed towards the kitchen. But as soon as her hands touched one of the kitchen utensils, her mood turned calm.
After almost an hour, Alexia was able to prepare the Boobokas perfectly. She packaged it nicely and delivered it to the Kharon next door. The old lady seemed to be having old people’s party with her other Kharon friends and kindly invited Alexia to join them. Not much interested in joining old alien people, Alexia declined the offer. Moreover, she had to stick to her scheduled routine. It was already time to do her real profession.
With that in mind, Alexia headed down to the basement. She approached a cell covered with a grey metallic door. She moved close to a black box which appears to be a biometric controlled lock. She typed a combination of numbers into the keypad and placed her right forefinger on the scanning pad.
After the computer scanned her fingerprint, the metallic door opened up slowly. Light flashed and reflected off the black hover bike inside. On its body printed in red huge letters – Newton’s Bane. In smaller letters below silver-white Model–RA1237. She mounted the bike and donned the black helmet adorned with red highlights which hung in one of the bike’s handle bars.
She pushed a small button inside the helmet. The face shield moved into place. Then she reached into her jacket for a stick of Wenz cigarette. “Start on,” she spoke causing the bike to start while she lit her smoke. The displays lit, self check done and she was ready to go.
A sound of moving metal echoed not far from the cell, another metallic door was opening. And when Alexia saw a narrow line of light in the exit, she gunned the bike and raced out the door ducking her head below the still rising door.
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And she told you, laughing down to her core, so she would not cry, as she lay on your lap,
"Nobody here can live forever, quiet in the grasp of dusk and summer."
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 10, 2013 05:49 AM |
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"Not really. I don't know these sweets. Which one would you recommend?"
"Hmm, I've always been partial to the strawberry... this red one." Fenix tells him as she puts the small candy on her counter. "Also, blueberry isn't half bad." A purplish-blue sucker was placed beside it. Not wanting to push anything, Fenix left it at those two and put the rest back below her counter. Besides, if she gave him too many then the Evolon wouldn't have any for herself, now would she?
"You'd best move my crate out back. If the kids come back and see what's inside they probably won't leave you alone for as long as they live."
"Ah, one of those." Fenix said, tapping the remote as she walked out from behind the counter and slid her hand across its cover. "Well now... I can do better than taking it 'Out back.' Besides, I have a rather nosy neighbor who thinks that it's funny to spy on me and accuse me of terrorist activities every other day." One of the boy's parents thought that the evolon was a bad influence on their child, and were trying to get rid of her. After five years, the police had begun to ignore their calls. "So here." She said, before flicking a switch on her wrist and flicking her pinky. "Let's go into my secret layer."
As soon as the words had left Fenix's mouth, a panel opened up in the floor, the door clicked as a mechanical lock flicked into place and began humming as a magnetic one reinforced it, the windows of her ship instantly tinted black and a sign lit up, informing those outside that Fenix was "Out to lunch." She picked up the remote and began guiding the crate down the hole, which has widened and revealed a polite stairway down to Fenix's inner sanctum. Another door lay within, locked shut, and surrounded by a wide variety of weapons, other military merchandise and multiple probe skeletons.
"What am I looking at here?" She asked, cheerful as a kitten with a ball of string.
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kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 10, 2013 08:08 PM |
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The Grendelis sector
The scientist along with his team and bodyguards walked the dark tunnels in the depths of Nezari, a once beautifull planet now turned into a fiery ball of magma fueled by the countless volcanoes. This planet had the largest vaults filled with sleeping Grendels in the sector. unknown to them, the science team was walking into their deaths.
- This is strange.- Said the chief.- why is the door open prof?
- I don't have a clue. no one without permits approved by the Empress herself may pass the quarantine fleet. I was the only visitor within the past few years.
- Did you forget to seal the vault perhaps?
- Impossible. I sealed it tight. there was no way...
- Picking up some movement Chief- Said the Seargeant.
The Legionnaires raised their guns, looking for the targets.
several troopers donned in armor that the imperials never seen before emerged accompained by a hologram of what appeared to be a droid or an alien clad in armor along with several cyborgs donning labcoats and similiar apparel.
- Identify yourselves!- The Chief said. The hologram responded:
- We are the Hephaisti.- His or her voice was outlandish, nothing an alien vocal organs can produce. it sounded almost computer like.
- What are you doing here?- The professor asked- And more importantly, hod did you get there.
- The empire's feeble technology is no match for ours. We are superior. and these slumbering beasts fill our qualifications.
- What qualifications? what mockery is this?- The Chief shouted.
- There is no mockery. The grendels are a perfect example of the harmony between flesh and machinery. They are perfect. As are we.
It couldn't be seen through the helmets but the squad of Legionnaires were sweating from the tension. The Sarge was right about his bad feelings. They had walked into a trap.
- The grendels will be put to a far better use than the Empire would. Doctor, shall we test our new soldiers?- The hologram asked one of the cyborgs in labcoats. He nodded. The holograms voice sounded happy.
- Very good. Kill them.- From the darkness of the vault, several large greenskinned brutes emerged, wielding greataxes and oversized guns for a normal man to carry. within minutes they slaughtered the science team and the legionnaires who offered minimal resistance to the awakened and bloodthirsty Grendels. Only one legionnaire managed to escape the butchery. The empire needed to know. the sooner the better.
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JoonasTo
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What if Elvin was female?
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posted January 10, 2013 10:07 PM |
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"Hrmh, that is one troubling issue. I read that the PDF was sent to the Molleone family manor just today. I understand the place was cleaned. Now which way was that Cellar?", Yed asked.
"Just to the left and it's around the corner.", the other man answered him.
"Great, let's check it out then.", Yed took the corner and spotted the shop. It had a stairwell down from street level and the entrance was in a pit. "I don't really deal with queer nobles promising me crazy credits for insurmountable tasks.", he said as he descended the stairs. "I can fix you up with someone who would be more than willing to rank up some creds. Here,", he tossed him a small receiver. "You'll get the contact details on that later tonight.", Yed tapped on his shoulder and a green lizard landed on his shoulder. He pushed the door to the shop open. "Consider this a favour from me to you: next time you try to hire someone, find out what they charge first.", he said as he entered the shop and closed the door after him.
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War-overlord
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Undefeatable Hero
Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 10, 2013 11:05 PM |
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Harbyx went home, he had to get the all clear from his handler before he could actually proceed with the whole plan. So he went through the procedure to get into contact with her and waited and prepared himself physically and mentally for the endeavour.
Eventually he got contacted.
"I've everything prepared from my end." Harbyx told the distorted image.
"Very well." The distorted voice went. "I've talked to the muckety mucks. They were doubtfull about the operation, but is seems that business down at 00-B seems to have restored some of their faith in you, Tarellian. You got the A-Okay."
"Glad to hear it." Harbyx said, the apathy in his voice could not have been masked by the distortion.
"You could at least try to be happy about it."
"They beat the happy out of me on Formalhaut."
His handler looked disapproving, she was obviously not ammused. Whenever she, or someone else for that matter, tried to get beneath his cordial surface, they met a rock hard bottom.
"Whatever, just make sure you accomplish your original mission before you start down another side path, OK?"
"Will do." Harbyx shut the tranciever off.
There were two more things he needed to do before he went to that party. The wait had taken longer than he expected and he should have just enough time.
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berny-mac
Promising
Legendary Hero
Lord Vader
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posted January 10, 2013 11:43 PM |
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Darius stopped in front of the Cellar door as it closed. He uploaded the receiver to his wrist mounted computer for scanning and was about to look through whatever it may contain when he noticed four men behind him through the reflection of the Cellar's glass door: two shady looking humans, a Kharon, and an Evolon. The Evolon wielded a sword, and one of the humans had a gun, while the others had daggers. Darius judged that by their sneers and their rough appearance that these were part of a gang of criminals. He turned to them.
"Good evening to you, oh noble one!" said the Kharon as he made an extravagantly mocking bow.
Darius was trapped in the pit by the gang, who obviously were trying to shake him down. There was no way to get out of this without violence. As he was outnumbered, and his enemies were armed, there was no easy way to safely win without the element of surprise. So he opted for that. While the Kharon's head was still down in his bow, Darius grabbed his head and kneed him in the face, forcing him upwards, allowing Darius to push the Kharon into the rest of his gang. They shoved him aside attempted to advance, but Darius had been able to neutralize the man with the gun easily by twisting his arm and breaking it, letting the gun fall harmlessly to the ground while the man crumpled to the ground in pain. The Evolon struck out at Darius with the sword, but Darius was able to dodge the attack and grab the Evolon's sword hand with the left and pull his face towards Darius's right hook. The last man with the dagger charged at Darius, but the noble crouched and let out a vicious sweep kick at the man's legs, knocking him down. The Kharon had gotten up, but was dazed. Darius rolled to the side and grabbed the gun on the ground. With it, he held them all at gunpoint.
"I'd run." said Darius.
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 11, 2013 06:19 AM |
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"I am Koba Banskvi." Koba answered. "Bounty hunter extraordinaire."
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Geny
Responsible
Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted January 11, 2013 10:35 AM |
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Edited by Geny at 20:51, 11 Jan 2013.
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"What am I looking at here?"
"You can open it. It isn't dangerous... On its own."
The Evolon pushed a button and the crate opened on all sides revealing a suit of legionnaire armor. Even Fenix was taken aback a bit. This wasn't something you find laying around. She approached it with caution.
"But that's a genuine legionnaire armor." She said while inspecting it, "Where did you get it?"
"A dead man gave it to me." Jak saw her puzzled look, "Long story, don't ask."
While Fenix was checking the armor, Jak looked at the two pieces of candy he grabbed from the counter before they went inside. One was red and the other one purple.
"And what do you want me to do with it?" Fenix asked excitedly.
"Make slight adjustments for it to fit me and put some fire power in it. The details are on this data disc." He threw her a data disc while still looking at the candy. "I got all the equipment on my ship, I just need you to integrate it into the armor."
"That's a lot of firepower. May I ask what you're going to do with a legionnaire suit anyway?" Fenix asked, while looking at the list.
She didn't get an answer right away and looked up at her customer. Apparently he finally decided to try the candy. The red one. And removed his helm to try it, revealing a face Fenix saw only in history books.
"Those sweets are delicious. I'll have to stock up on them before I leave. Oh, I need to go around without raising suspicion." Jak looked at the Evolon's face and seemed to remember something, "Which reminds me, I hope you're a Rebel sympathizer. Because if you're not, you'll have to become one real quick or die."
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 11, 2013 06:17 PM |
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"... I have no problem with the rebellion." Fenix told him carefully, looking through the design specifications he was requesting. She hoped her feigned-shock had been reasonably convincing when he had revealed the armor, while it was rare, she had seen it before and the evolon currently had a model in her back room, ready for modification. ((Remember, I did say that she had basically every type of armor and weapon in stock... just not too much of each type.))
Alright, maybe the shock had been convincing because some of it was real, but most of it was feigned, I swear!
Those eyes continued to stare at her, unblinking. Despite herself, Fenix couldn't keep the small trickle of terror from creeping down her spine. A real, living, breathing Akhari... She thought silently, continuing to go over the plans. Imperial propaganda had even affected someone of her background. That's when Fenix realized that he ((At least, she assumed it was a "he")) was still looking at her. "Yes?" She asked politely, walking over to side of the box, putting it in between them.
"What do you mean by that?" Jak asked, most likely to clarify where she stood on the whole sides thing.
Fenix considered well before answering. "Hmmm... Alright, let's see if this is a bit clearer. I have no problem with the rebellion because I actually rather like some of their ideals, they match up with my own." Other ideals were sheer idiocy and the people that held them probably had been lobotomized at some time, same with half of the rebel leadership, but those were complaints that did not need to come out now. "And I hate how the empire treats me and my people, guilty until proven innocent." It would be nowhere near as bad as his people were treated, but still. "As such, I really do sympathize with the rebels more, and my services are offered to them exclusively."
Her small Watchdog probe that had opened the door floated next to Fenix, taking measurements of the armor. "Any other questions, or can I get to work?" She asked, absorbed in the job already. She would make the measurements now and work on the rest later tonight. She still had her legitimate job to do, after all.
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Yeah in the 18th century, two inventions suggested a method of measurement. One won and the other stayed in America.
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kipshasz
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 11, 2013 07:21 PM |
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- I had a hunch that we we're followed- Said Dorian while shaking Koba's hand.- Nice to meet you. I'm Hawken, Dorian Hawken, and my partner calls herself Sage. I'd like ot go to that party that friend of your's is throwing. always wanted to see how the debaucherous and young noble motherf£$%ers have a blast.
- That's because we always go to the places you like- Sage said with a smile
- Don't mind her, she always tries to bite me. We've got some things to take care of. Will you be dropping at the party? I've got a feeling it'll be a blast. If you catch my drift.- Dorian said and drank from his flask.
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Geny
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Undefeatable Hero
What if Elvin was female?
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posted January 11, 2013 08:23 PM |
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"No, nothing specific. Just trying to figure you out. If what you meant was that the Rebels are complete morons who do something worthwhile every now and then, we think pretty much the same. Anyway, I just don't want rumors about an Akhari walking around the Empire getting in my way."
He threw the second candy into his mouth, put his helm back on and headed for the door.
"I'll be waiting at my ship. Please don't take too long, I can't really go to a bar while I'm waiting, you know. Oh, I almost forgot, you're welcome to come with me to take all the weapons and gear I want you to put in."
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War-overlord
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 11, 2013 08:59 PM |
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The first thing Harbyx would need was a means of transporting the female Hunter to the safehouse without her knowing it's whereabouts. That one was easy enough. As a security contractor O'Kais could easily get his hands on an armoured transport wheeler. And he was driving one now.
The second thing was harder. He still remembered him explaining it to his handler earlier today.
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"Using a codified phrase may well be a little to risky. As much as the codes are designed to appear to be just informal chit-chat, we're dealing with two imperialy sanctioned Hunters. Even if one of them is a rebel operative, we cannot be sure wether the other is. And for sake of safety, we should assume he is aware of the codes or at least the structure and/or design of it. Me cassualy dropping some code, may well get me found out. Especially in a closed off environment. Given that, taking either out is not an option either, as we do not want to arrouse any suspicion."
"So that's what you're not planning to do, so what is it you are planning to do?" his handler asked.
"I plan to get a nano-reciever into her, along with some SL-9. That way, I can fake a call and give her the precise instructions. Under influence of the SL-9, she'll have no other choice but to comply. Trust me I know, the Imperials have used it often enough on me in the camps after failed breakouts. I can get her into the transport that way and get her to the safe-house. As soon as the stuff wears out I can question/debrief her."
"Why do you have to wait for it to wear out?"
"Aside from obedient, SL-9 makes you hazy and dim."
"I see, if you must, you have permission. But if you get caught...." The threat would remain in the air for some time.
The problem with SL-9 was that it was just as Imperially sanctified as Hunters were. As such, without sanctification, the stuff was highly illegal. And Harbyx needed to get his hands on some. And he had an underworld-contact who should be able to get some for the right price. The promblem was if he could get it on time. Harbyx was about to find out as he exited his wheeler and entered a dingy bar.
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Promising
The Nothingness
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posted January 11, 2013 11:44 PM |
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"You're drinking a lot." Koba said, frowning. "Just so we're on the same page, you don't have an alcohol problem?"
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kipshasz
Undefeatable Hero
Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 12, 2013 09:38 AM |
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- It's not a problem, it's a necessity.- Dorian said while putting the flask back in the arm.
- Don't bother asking him that Koba, you'll find it useless- Sage said as they walked towards their car. within a few moments several atmospheric assault craft delivered their payload onto the manor. Dorian putted a pair of sunglasses that he found in the car's glove box. He inhaled the air and litted his doused cigar.
- Yeah. Smells like victory.- He said looking at the burning manor.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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The bar Harbyx entered was not the kind you'd take your best girl to for a night on the town. This was a bar where the lowest of the low drank, it was the kind of bar where you could buy anything you want. And if one of the current patrons did not have what you were looking for, one surely knew someone who did. The name "the Black Market" was not even a veiled attempt to hide that.
Harbyx had been here before when he needed black market goods, but to say they knew him well was a lie. He ordered a drink at the bar and looked around the more private booths for his contact. Quickly he spotted the Kharon he was looking for, a drab red male with particularly long feelers. When he got his drink, Harbys sat himself across the Kharon in the booth.
"Ah, mr Brismoth, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The Kharon nearly buzzed.
"I seem to recall I placed an order with you." Harbyx answered.
"Ah yes, the Bootlick (a nickname for SL-(), why do you need it?"
"None of your business, Bools."
A syringe was placed on the table by Bools, but he kept his hand on it. "Feisty female giving you the runaround?" Bools was refering to why there was a black market for this, it was often used as a rape-drug.
"If that gets me the stuff, sure whatever."
"Your rogueish charm not enough for this one, not ever impressed by your fancy repulsors. Hehehehe" Bools was enjoying this far too much.
"Are you gonna give a discount for the abuse?"
"Just messing around, Brismoth. And I'm not parting with the goods untill I see creds."
Harbyx produced a paymentcard, a normal transaction one, untraceable and as good as any cash money. He had the card dance around his fingers like a coin.
As Bools slide the syringe over, Harbyx tossed the card his way. Bools stuck the card into a portable reader to check the amount loaded to the card. Harbyx inspected the drug.
"It's all there, Bools. You know I'm good for it. You couldn't get the powered stuff?"
"Not in less than a day. But this'll do you just fine. You can squirt in any drink or inject it in any piece of food. She'll be none the wiser."
Harbyx downed the rest of his drink and made to leave.
"Pleasure doing business with you." Bools said, all to smugly.
"I'd say the same, but next time you better leave the sass at home."
Harbyx left the bar and got into his truck.
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JoonasTo
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What if Elvin was female?
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posted January 12, 2013 11:44 PM |
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Edited by JoonasTo at 23:46, 12 Jan 2013.
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Yed picked up two small cases of vodka and rum and asked the shopkeeper, an older woman, for recommendations.
"The locally produced krasnak is quite good. You'll want to stay away from local whiskeys though, I wouldn't drown my worst enemy in that piss.", the woman answered.
"Thanks, I'll get these two-", he placed the two cases on the counter. "and an earth vodka bottle and a case of local krasnak then. Can you have them delivered at the launch pads?", he asked.
"Sure thing, my nephew will have them over soon enough."
"Great, you wouldn't happen to know a place to get party snacks in the neighbourhood, would you?"
"There's one in the neighbourhood, but you wouldn't want to go there. The baker is said to use cormak meat in his stuffing, you're better off at young Alex's place. The kid is a little off but she is one fiine baker. You can find it at the old morral, right here", the old woman marked the place at her wrist computer and send it to Yed.
"Thank you", Yed paid for the alcohol and turned to leave. "By the way, why is it called the Jefferson Cellar?", he turned back and asked.
"Oh, my late husband was named Jefferson and because he couldn't afford to pay protection money to the Molleone family he couldn't have a street exit. Only one man can fit through that stairwell at a time you know, even an old woman can shoot ten men if they come in one at a time.", the woman laughed.
Yed arrived at the designated place. Alex's Homemade Delicacies, hmph, obviously not from the educated population with a spelling mistake in the name already. The place wasn't in the best of neighbourhoods either. All pointed to a god-awful bakery or to an actually good baker who just didn't have the money to put up somewhere on the main districts. Yed entered and rang the bell for the apartment.
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