An Apocalyptic Beginning-Starts! LSU's always accepted! (Possibly [M])

[Ghost]

The Age of Unity was a golden period for the universe. With most of the planets united under one alliance they were free to thrive and prosper. The galaxy was at peace for the first time in centuries and crime was only heard of on the smaller, rundown planets outside of the alliance. Life for the majority was better than it had ever been, and better than perhaps it ever would be.

The rebellion came unexpectedly. Unrest is something easily hidden among the many ranks of the military. A man named Ryoss Arc orchestrated the overthrow of power. He had been a leading General of the alliance's army before becoming a representative to his home planet. During an alliance meeting of the planetary representatives, the headquarters were stormed by military personnel. Under Ryoss' orders, they assassinated each of the representatives, leaving Ryoss able to seize control of the alliance. With the military at his disposal, Ryoss' dictatorship began.

Life on planets within the alliance became harder as Ryoss made full use of his powers. Curfews were put into place on many of the planets and military officials were a common sight on almost any street corner. Taxes began to rise constantly, forcing people to abandon their lifestyles and find work in the most strenuous conditions. Corruption became common place within society with the rich and powerful preying on the desperate and weak. Civilisation was left to sustain itself whilst Ryoss reaped the rewards.

Yet this is not true of all the planets. Those planets outside of the alliance continue to function at they always had. Living by the most primitive of rules yet living free. After Ryoss' reign began, some found work trading in the black market: smuggling goods between planets whose trade routes had been crippled by unmerciful taxes. There are even rumours of a rebellion movement but no one knows for sure if it exists.

This is the world you live in. Ryoss' dictatorship has been in effect for almost five years and no matter who you are or where you are, no doubt it has had some effect on you. Maybe its created a new job or offered you an opportunity you never thought you'd had. Perhaps its the complete opposite. That's the beauty of the universe, practically anything can happen.

This RPG Takes place in a new universe full of its own planets. We have a list of planets, but seeing as there is not that many, you are free to create your own as long as you run it by me or Sam. But generally, all will be accepted Smiley

Planets go down like this:

Hephaestus- A former prosperous colony in the Alliance, Hephaestus is pretty much a giant ball of fire and lava. The whole planet is desolate or resources except for Lava, which is solidified and exported to sell as lava rock. After a huge explosion that destroyed millions of people on the planet, only robots and a few small colonies remain on this melting hot planet. Only one Rebel base remains here, hidden among a group of tribal people. It is said that Hephaestus would only be a main base as a last resort.
Freyr- A mainly jungle planet near the middle of the universe, Freyr is a resource giant. Full of tropical rainforests and many scientific resource centers, Freyr is a god among planets for resources, including crystal clear lakes and trees everywhere. Freyr remains claimed by the Alliance, with the capital city, Torren, being the only city on the planet that draws in tourists.
Chione, Thyrm- Chione and Thyrm are two twin planets that lay in orbit on the outskirts of the universe. Both planets are giant balls of ice, and are desolate of resources like Hephaestus. Both planets are mainly uninhabited because of the extreme cold, yet both planets have been scouted out by Rebel and Alliance scouts.
Laverna- The capital of the alliance, where dictator Ryoss Arc was born and currently resides. This planet is a major urban area, with billions of people spread along the whole planet, and is also the most harshly enforced planet in the galaxy. The Alliance's main base, the Ryoss Palace, spans nearly 2 miles long and is where Ryoss settles in when he is not touring the galaxy.
Tethys- The major front of the Rebellion. This planet is totally enveloped in ocean, and no land is in sight, which is why the Alliance has not yet taken over. Yet, under the water, the rebels have major bases located all under the water. Prosperous underwater cities are located all under the planet, and major shipyards and arms factories also lie underwater. If this planet was to be attacked by the Alliance, the rebellion would lose almost everything.
Cybele- Cybele is a planet with just the perfect climate, somewhat like San Diego. Full of rolling plains, long beaches and major oceans, Cybele is one of the Alliances major planets.
Set- Set is a desert planet, located somewhat near Laverna, is majorly disputed planet between the Alliance and the rebellion. One half of the planet is controlled by the Alliance, while the other, including the capital, Salvo, is controlled by the Rebellion. For some reason, the Alliance has not tried to take back Set yet, but rumor has it that they are gathering a army to storm the capital...
Ionis System/Ionis- Ionis is an uninhabitable gas giant but is surrounding by thousands of rings and numerous moons. It is believed there are 29 moons in total. Due to the hostile nature of the system, it has become a haven for pirates, smugglers and gangsters. It lies outside of the Alliance domain as it is a crime-ridden system that poses little threat to any other systems, plus the Rebellion is drawing their resources from taking Ionis. Rebels probably operate here but as pirates have no honor or reason to rebel, Rebellion types are not looked upon favourably. Rather than being ruled by a single entity, crimelords wage a war of subterfuge to undermine each other. While the moons themselves have no atmospheres, they have been colonised with domes that create artificial atmospheres or the smaller ones have been hollowed out and colonies created under the crust, again with artificial atmospheres created within them. The main port and the 'key' to the system is Ionis VII, a filthy crime-ridden city on the surface of the moon

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
History (include home planet):
Current Location:
Side: (Alliance or Rebellion?)
Job: (smuggler, soldier, labourer, be creative)
Weapon (if any):
Relationships (if any):
Other (do you have your own ship? business? Anything you wanna add goes here):

Name: Curtis (Curt) Beckett
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance: Looks somewhat like the attachment, Yet he is more muscular, and wears a dark blue long sleeved shirt, a pair of black pants, black boots, and a black vest.
Personality: Curtis (as he was referred to in the Alliance army,) Was once a bright, funny, charasmatic young man when he was 21. Yet now, over a span of Seven years, he slowly became a alcoholic. Now, he is a full-flegded alcoholic. He cannot go any longer then an hour without alcohol, or his insides start to burn, and he desperatly tries to find some. He is generaly rude to everyone, unless addressing someone higher then him.
History: Curtis was born on the water planet of Tethys, and he had a generally peaceful life there. When he was twenty one, before Ryoss Arc took over, his parents enlisted him in the military academy, and he was shipped off to Enyo, The Alliances main base, where all troops are stationed. During his stay there, he decided that his best luck would be to become a fighter pilot, seeing as he loved to drive subs and this shouldn't be much different. During his stay becoming a pilot, he became good friends with a man named Nathan Koals, who would eventually grow up to be his partner. Nathan and Curt were generally close, seeing as they were in the same squadron fighting against any native resistance. After graduating and going into the military as a pilot, Nathan and Curt went on a mission to Hespatesus, were they were forced to engage with enemy ships. While these ships were primitive, and they had no weapons, their commander declared that they must destroy them. Curt decided to disobey his commander, and Nathan decided to follow. But were brutally interrogated, then dishonorably discharged. Curt and Nathan decided that they should become smugglers, and help out a small cause, at the time called the rebellion. During their times together, Nathan found his wife on Laverna, and they have become renown as smugglers, and if seen, should be captured and turned over to alliance control.
Current Location: In Hyperspace between Laverna and Set, delivering a shipment of arms to the Rebellion.
Side: Neutral
Job: Smuggler
Weapon: Large caliber Military Issue Pistol, various other weapons.
Relationships: Good friends with Nathan and his wife.
Other: Has a small smuggling ship, the Death Wish which is http://marc.janson.free.fr/UT2004/ProjetHalo/Pelican_1.jpg
Imagine that, but alot bigger. I mean, we got my bedroom, Cargo Hold, secret compartments, Kalah and Sam's room...



Curt Beckett
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"Alright everyone, cooridnates are set and jump to lightspeed its imminent," Curtis Beckett, the 28 year old smuggler from Tethys, said aloud to the other passengers onboard. He slowly walked back over the pilot seat, took a swig of his spiced ale, and sat down, looking at the controls. It was much harder to figure out which controls were which when you were drunk as hell, but Curt was able to get the job done as the stars faded to bright lines, and they shot off into space towards Set. Feeling a bit drowsy, Curt got up and made his way out of the cockpit and towards the cargo hold in the back.
Yet, before he reached the cargo hold, he made a quick pit stop to the bathroom, and, in his drunken stupor, pissed almost all over the floor. He then walked out of the bathroom, and slowly headed over towards the cargo hold again. The door opened, with a satisfying whoosh, and he walked in to see what was back here.
In corner of the room there was another door, which led to the "important" cargo, which was mainly spices, drugs, weapons, alcohol, anything that would give Curt a significant amount of money. Currently, they had a shipment of various illegal stims and some weapons, which were all going to a good friend of his in Set. What he wanted with this stuff, he had no idea. All Curt cared about was getting paid the half million credits he was offering.
Other then that corner, there was another door leading to the showers and lockers. Why the showers were seperated from the bathrooms, Curt had no clue. To tell you the truth, the ship was actually hi-jacked off Laverna. Seeing as it once was so luxiorous, for all he knew it could of been a capital ship.
Then, in the actual cargo hold, there was a few shooting dumbies, a bunch of old crates full of food and ale, A few weapons sccattered around, and the trash. Yet, of course, there was one more room. And It was Curt's favorite.
The winery. Walking into the room and seeing all this beer was definately refreshing. Tossing his half empty bottle of ale towards the wall, and hearing it shatter, grabbed another glass from the side. Looking at the various kegs and bottles of beer, he decided on some Gizer, a pale blue beer that was mixed with some milk, and god damn it tasted so good. He poured himself a glass and then stumbled out of the beer cellar, and then accidently tripped over one of Nathan's guns, shattering his glass again and sending him crashing to the floor.
He slowly got back up, then was sent tumbling to the floor when the ship started to shake vigourously. Curt quickly tried to stand up again, but instead was sent flying forwards, hitting the door to get out of the cargo hold. He stood up once more, stumbled out of the cargo hold, and ran towards the pilot seat. He took a seat, and saw the gigantic yellow ball of desert named Set taking up his entire viewscreen.
"How the hell could we be there already?" He muttered. Unless of course, when he tripped over Nathan's gun he had been knocked out....
He quickly dismissed the idea and figured that the Lightspeed drives were the best ones out there, and tried to stabilize the ship. When this failed, he knew that they were already hitting the atmosphere.
Sloppily, Curt pressed a few buttons and took out his comlink, and said " Nathan, tell your wife to get off of you and get your ass up here, This landing is going to be pretty bad." He said, and tried to pull the nose of the ship up. It was no use. The ship nearly exploded on impact, and they were going down way to fast. The desert of Set slowly came into view, and he was just barely able to angle the ship that they started to skid across the desert. The impact was so forceful that Curt's head was smashed against the control panel, and he slowly faded to blackness.

Yes, Random, I know, but had to get this started somehow...

[Shizo]

Wash: This landing is gonna get pretty interesting.
Mal: Define 'interesting.'
Wash: "Oh god, oh god, we're all going to die"?

First thing I thought of with your post, Ghost. And I bet that's how Han Solo acted on the Millenium Falcon when no one was around.

Name: Helena Larch (Also known as Sanguine)
Age: 26...well, that's what she says, anyway...
Gender: F
Appearance: She's of average height, around 5'7", with a trim but not overly thin build and pale skin. Her thin hair is a light blond with the tips dyed purple. The hair extends to a little past her shoulders, and her bangs are the same length, pulled to the sides of her face. Here eyes a pale blue that seem to darken when she's ready to kill. She has a dark scar on the back of her neck , tracing down her spine, that is usually hidden by her hair.
Her standard clothing is a form-fitting grey t-shirt, dark green pants, fingerless black leather gloves, and a belt where she keeps her current pistol, ammo, and her twin swords. Her boots rise up to mid-calf and are also black. She also has a silver necklace with a small, pink diamond pendant that is kept hidden under her shirt. Sometimes she wears a long, brown leather jacket where she can keep more weaponry.
Personality: Her personality reflects her nickname of 'Sanguine.' At times, she can seem a quiet, happy, amiable woman who'd willingly sit and chat about things for hours. Other times she is also quiet, but mostly because she's sneaking up behind someone to stab them through the chest. You can't be loud if you're trying to do that, can you? At these times, she's ruthless, and her twisted smile is something you've likely never seen before, or are likely to see again, seeing as you'll, in most cases, be dead. These personalities can also mingle, giving her a sweet yet unsettling air, since she is prone to threaten someone while sounding nice and genteel, or even apologize before she blows someone's brains out.
History: Born on Laverna, she had a normal childhood with two parents, an older brother, and a dog she named Pepper. She lost her home, as did most of her neighbors, when Ryoss, after his takeover, decided he needed that area to build a weapon storage facility. She had moved out by then, though, so she didn't learn of it right away. She had set out from Laverna to look for work on one of the other planets when she was 16, hoping to provide her family with more income so they could buy their own house (they currently lived in a nice apartment, but a house was the dream). Between the ages of 16 and an estimated 20...no one knows what happened.
There had been times throughout her life when she was more violent than other girls (or boys), but was never very mean. When she finally emerged again, however, she had become a freelance mercenary, assassin, burglar, transporter, bodyguard, etc. of great skill and cunning, willing to work for anyone for the right price. She also did things in her freetime, but the news of her lost home caused her to focus her efforts against the Alliance. For four years she was the unofficial thorn in the Alliance's side until she was finally apprehended while sabotaging a logging machine on Freyr. Instead of killing her outright, they offered her a choice: work exclusively for the Alliance or die. Due to her extreme addiction to breathing, she agreed with the 'work' option. How the Alliance ensures her loyalty is uncertain. Rumors range from a deadly, remote-detonation explosive place in her body to the theory that she enjoys her work too much to quit (It is true that she likes her job/s, but that's beside the point). She doesn't know the current location of her family, or whether they are still alive.
Current Location: En route to Thrym, protecting the officials that are 'checking up' on the questionably sane scientist, Evander Hutch.
Side: Alliance
Job: Ummm...Dog of the Military? "Wolf" might be more appropriate, though. She does a variety of things for the Alliance from protecting cargo to killing troublemakers.
Weapon: She carries various pistols on her person, a dagger, and a tazer (in case the person is to be brought in alive) but her main weapons are a pair of blades she's named Kusha and Lava, which are much more effective in confined quarters than a projectile, and when one is sneaking. Also, there's her charming, disarming personality that can get her close to her target without leaving a messy trail of fallen bodies.
Relationships: Once worked for Boss Regali, and that's all she's saying. Otherwise, open.
Other: She likes unicorns, calligraphy, and lemon custard.

Helena Larch
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Quiet classical music played in the background of the relatively large ship's cabin. Seating comfortably at a chair, her feet propped up on the endtable reading classic literature by the philosopher Shan Yu, was the Alliance's more powerful secret weapons. She didn't quite look it at the moment, however. One of her bare feet moved lazily to the tempo of the song. Her left hand held the book open gingerly, the other was pressed against her face, which bore a rather calm, serene expression. Wearing a modest grey dress that descended to her ankles and sipping occasionally from a teacup beside her, she seemed the picture of a gentlewoman, especially in these times far from the history of Victorian ladies. She perhaps could have continued this way for hours, but a soft series fo beeps interrupted her concentration.

Unperturbed, she closed her book and pressed a button on the comlink beside her. "Yes, Captain?" she asked quietly.

"Ms. Sanguine, we are nearing Thyrm. ETA is approximately thirty minutes," replied a slightly nervous male voice.

"Understood. Thank you for informing me, Captain." She smiled, though she knew he wouldn't see.

"Ah...You're welcome...Ms. Sanguine." The link ended. Finishing the last of her tea, Helena stood and crossed over to the far wall of her cabin. Pressing a button on the wall, she opened up the window to the outside. Before, there had only been the streak of stars from lightspeed. Now, she could see a pair of planets dancing around each other. Each seemed extremely smooth and crystaline from here, though Helena knew the terrain was more varied than that. She had to raise an eyebrow as she thought about the research she did on this planet. Nothing grew here, nothing lived here, nothing except a single scientist the Alliance was too afraid to leave alone, and were even too afraid to send their inspectors to alone.

A crossed look touched her smooth face. Babysitting. This was a babysitting job. Unutterably dull work, to be certain. Some might say it was easy money: just tag along with a group of government officials like a security blanket, making them feel safe and snug. Helena, however, wanted a bit more than that. 'Sanguine' was her name, after all, and sanguine is what she enjoyed harvesting.

Perhaps, though, it would become interesting.

[Samchu]

deedeedeedeedee and we're off...

Name: Nathan Kaols
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Considering that he comes from such a strong military background he's actually a very nice and caring type of guy. He's incredibly patient - which you would have to have to be able to put up with Curt for so long - and hardwoking. There are only two people in the world who are important to him - Curt and his wife - and he would do anything for them. Nathan really doesn't seem the type of person who would have trained in the grim art of murder but when it comes down to it, a part of him that he prefers to keep hidden, comes alive. It is a cold, unmerciful side of himself that he hates more than anything. He keeps it secret but in truth he misses the military life. He has a small collection of old military things in storage an occasionally sneaks away to remind himself of what life was like before the rebellion. He doesn't do it very often though, as he is very happy with how things have turned out for him.
History (include home planet): Nathan was born on Cybele and became notorious in his youth for causing trouble. His parents enlisted him in a military boarding school to try and set him straight. The military life changed Nathan and he developed a love for weaponry. Once he graduated he enlisted himself in the military academy and left for Enyo. During his training he met Curt and the two became close friends, often paired together as pilot and gunner during missions. After disobeying commands on his final mission, Nathan was discharged alongside Curt. Having lost the one thing he knew in his life and with no family left to go back to, Nathan stuck with Curt. Together they bought a ship and began smuggling goods between the planets, a career choice that eventually had alliance officers chasing after them. During a drop off in Laverna, Nathan managed to get Curt to agree to taking on a medic. The perfect candidate was hired immediately and later became Nathan's wife.
Current Location: In Hyperspace between Laverna and Set, delivering a shipment of arms to the Rebellion.
Side: neutral but strongly against the alliance
Job: smuggler and gunner on his and Curt's ship
Weapon (if any): A wide assortment of guns he keeps locked in the cargo hold. Yet he tends to favour a modified semi-automatic handgun that he designed and built whilst in the academy.
Relationships (if any): Curt's partner and recently Avion's husband
Other (do you have your own ship? business? Anything you wanna add goes here): i think we're good for now

Nathan
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Life's odd you know. A few years ago life was pretty bad for me; I got into a hell of a lot of trouble with some people I really shouldn't have and my family - the nice, caring people that they were, sent me to military school. Funny thing is, I actually liked it and even enrolled in the academy after graduation. I met my best friend Curt there and I guess I owed him a lot more than I gave him credit for. After all, if he hadn't convinced me to disobey orders we would have never got our ship, I would have never Avion, and I never would have found myself in the position I found myself right then. And let's face it, it was a nice position to be in.

Hyperspace was a great thing in the sense that it actually allowed me some free time with my wife. And my God was she stunning. How a guy like me ended up dating someone like her I will never know. Some days I would just sit there and think to myself oh my God, I've married a model but Avion was so much more than that to me. I loved everything about her from her smile, to the way she laughed, the way she dressed, how she moved, the way she kissed...how she felt when we made love...which thanks to Curt was always rare and usually short.

Today however, would be an exception. The door was locked and hyperspace between Laverna and Set was long. What could possibly ruin my time with Avion.

"Nathan, tell your wife to get off of you and get your ass up here! This landing is going to be pretty bad."

Oh right, Curt...

"You have to be kidding me..." I grumbled disheartedly as I slid out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers and some pants. "Hold on to something," I told Avion as I pulled the bolt across the door and rushed to the cockpit. I arrived just in time to see the sandy plains of Set rushing towards us before the ship 'landed'. Everything errupted in a barrage of violent vibrations. I was thrown across the corridor and into the wall, groaning with the pain of the collision.

The ship came to an unceremonious rest in the middle of nowhere. I checked on Curt who was unconcious and bleeding from his head. "Avion, Curt needs a little help here." She came quickly enough. He wasn't in any really danger and before any of us knew it he was back on his feet and surveying the damage outside.

"It's gonna take almost all the money we're gonna make today to fix this thing," I stated.

"Quit whinning. You're alive aren't you? Be happy."

I just shook my head. From the looks of things we'd managed to crash-land in one the baron regions of Set and it was a good 15 mile hike to our drop-off point. Not so bad in theory but crossing a desert with all of our cargo was going to be hell.

We loaded the cargo into crates and piled them on a shelf with wheels that we strapped together hastily. As luck would have it I ended up having to pull everything across the sand. Curt was recovering from a head injury and I wasn't going to have Avion doing anything of the sort. Not in these conditions.

I sighed quietly and slipped my ring off of my finger and into my back pocket. That was the downside to marrying Avion - I couldn't tell anyone. She was so famous and I was so widely hunted that anything linking us together would be fatal. So whenever we arrived on a planet, I had to pretend like she and I were two of the most seperate people in the universe, and when all you want to do to someone is hold them and kiss them it becomes really difficult.

I looked at her and I couldn't help but smile. Avion had a figure that was crafted by angels and she always knew the best way to let me know it. She was just so amazing. How could anything be more perfect. "Are you going to be working whilst we're here or is this going to be a 'low profile' visit?" I asked. When we eventually arrived at our destination she and I would go our seperate ways and I wanted to make the most of the little time we had.

[Pichu Luver]

[font=sylfaen]Name: Kale Frye
Age: 23
Gender: M
Appearance: Yes pictures are indeed very (http://images.allmoviephoto.com/2002_Treasure_Planet/2002_treasure_planet_008.jpg) nice. Mind his pants are a more light brown colour. He also has a brown leather jacket and boots. His height is around 5'10. One of his eyes are blue, the other brown. When out and about he wears what looks like a Mountie hat, with a bullet hole in it. Not sure this goes under appearance but has a British accent. Sounds like the English dude from Dead Like Me.
Personality: Usually? Continuously amused. To him, life is just a long drawn out joke that no one ever gets but him. One must never just abide, suffer through life, but bounce! Not flounce though, never, ever flounce. He can be sarcastic, but it is only the funny kind that will usually even get the person who he's talking about or too, laughing. Despite this, he is not overly outgoing, he will just stand and smirk at the world as Kaylin or whoever does the talking. He is kind and deeply cares about the ship and any crew they take on, so long as they aren't, you know, psychopaths. He isn't very good at showing it, so he makes jokes. When he finally has to be serious, well it depends on the situation. He can either be very comforting to whoever it is, or when in deep doodoo he can get extremely scary in his . . . efficiency and calm in killing people.
History (include home planet): He was born on Laverna, but he has never told anyone that. He let's them believe he was born on Thyrm. He was born to very wealthy parents, and knows all the protocol in those inner circles. He hasn't used those 'talent's' in a while as he's tried to bury them, but they are still there. His father was one of representatives, for Chione. They took many vacations there; Kale loved the planet, despite its harshness. The night his father was killed, men came to the house and killed almost everyone. He was shot three times in the back, trying to run and left for dead. Thankfully a maid had hid and survived, took him and secretly got him to a hospital under a false name. Unfortunately Ryoss found out, he was almost healed when they stormed the hospital. He played cat and mouse in the hospital before getting out and away. The maid didn't. He hurriedly went back to his house, grabbing his money from a store in his closet. His father had always been a careful man, and hid away lower class clothes and weapons there as well. He boarded the first disreputable ship out of there to Thyrm. He has always been handy with his father's ships and set about making a life for himself as a mechanic. He hides who he is with his personality, and no one ever really saw his face. He tried to stay out of the media. His father was the personable one. In that time he also set about teaching himself how to defend himself. He has now fully adopted his personality, out on the fringes it's easier to forget. He can find most things humorous now, as he's known what a 'problem' really is. Over the past five years, the pain has lessened and his humour can really shine. When Kaylin crashed he took the opportunity, as he was bored on Thyrm. He helped her out with the ship and left with her for the great wide 'Verse. He uses pans because he rather knock the person out then kill them. Also, they make a funny sound when connecting with a person's head.
Current Location: Chione
Side: Neutral.
Job: Mechanic on Kaylin's ship.
Weapon (if any): One large frying pan, and two smaller ones on his back. Got their own special sheaths. One itty bitty (but powerful) gun that can get past most sensors as it can look like a stylized lighter. It works as one too.
Relationships (if any): Friends with Kaylin. Also friends with Zyana. He finds her rudness and such very amusing and so is always fighting with her. She can be so very funny.
Other (do you have your own ship? business? Anything you wanna add goes here): If you make fun of the ship, you get, THE PAN. Its very rare, but now and then you can find him quietly sitting somewhere on the ship, looking deeply sad.

Kale
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As the door to the cargo hold of Fenikkusu lowered, Kale breathed in deep the absolutely frigid air of Chione. He smiled, not a smirk for a change. 'Home sweet home eh Kale?' Kaylin and Zyana were in front of him, as per usual. When he had asked about it one day, Kaylin said," If your too bizarre to rightfully travel on my ship, why in the world would I make my dodgy clients suffer your company?"

Kale smiled wider at the memory as the door clicked to its full opening, "Because they wouldn't be dodgy anymore after experiencing my infatuation for life. And you would find them boring and look for others to buy your fluffies." She had snorted but a small smile was on her face as she turned away. Zyana had scowled and said, "Infatuation? More like an apathy for anything remotely normal and realistic."

Kale sighed, "Sorry Zyana, life has got me and an't lettin go. Think Nic likes ya though." Zyana had spouted a long list of ear scolding Chinese while Kale had, naturally, run his ass off, chuckling madly.

'Ah good times.' Nic was coming along this time, he was just behind Kaylin, scanning for 'hostiles' as he put it. He caused a delay of standing and watching snow blow, but he insisted it was necessary.

"Feh, hostiles on Chione? Maybe rabid snowmen bent on breaking icicle teeth."

"What was that Kale?" asked Zyana turning her head slightly as they finally stepped off Fenikkusu.

"Nothing worth being sworn at, I assure you Snarky."

She flipped him the bird and he stuck his tongue out at her, not that she saw. The girls were wearing nice big parkas and snow gear stuff. He just lined his jacket, and boots. He'd always loved the cold, and it never really got to him.

"Right, " said Kaylin long since used to our behaviour and just let it go, "We need to go to town, unfortunately register to dig, and get some crystals. Got it?"

"Aye, Aye Cap'n Fluffy." She just shot him a dirty look before they headed into town. She always insisted on that silly fluffy scarf thing. He pulled his Mountie hat down tighter and figured he couldn't really argue. He wore a hat with a bullet hole in it. Who was stating they were crazier?

They quickly passed through town, for once Kale was grateful. It was doubtful they would recognize him but he pulled his collar up anyway. He had put his brown contact lens in today. Making his most distinguishing characteristic disappear. His Earthling British accent wouldn't help, but one couldn't win it all.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Evander Hutch
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Appearance: Very tall, about 6 foot in height with a sickly thin build and a sickly pale complexion. His hair is pitch black with green highlights, is wild, tangled and just barely reaches past his chin. His eyes are a pale indigo. He has two apparent scars on his hands, and many more on his arms and torso, although they are covered up.

As for clothing, you can easily tell he’s a scientist. He wears an old and rather well kept (except for a few patches) lab coat, which is kept done up, black pants and black shoes. He has a small belt over his coat, mostly to hold his tools and such and sometimes wears white gloves and a surgeon’s mask.
Personality: There’s something about him that’s terrifying. He’s anti-social and prefers to be alone to do his work. He’s normally serious, yet calm and a little creepy. His behavior and odd habits make it hard to tell whether he’s sane or not. He never really cared for ethics and gets irritated by people who try to stop him using the ‘it’s not ethical’ argument.
History (include home planet): Born and raised on Laverna, Evander had always had an interest in science, so it was only natural that he took up a career as a scientist. When he was 19, he was invited to join SAINT, the alliances most prestigious science division. His genius earned him respect amongst his peers, but his unorthodox and unethical methods caused people to become worried about him. He began making connections with the criminal underworld in order to get what he needed to perform his experiments. Whether his illegal activities went unnoticed, no one knows. At the age of 24, he grew sick and tired of people getting in his way and requested that he transfer to another location to continue his work. Upon receiving permission, he set up a lab on Thyrm and has been continuing his research there. When Ryoss took over, it was unsure whether to bring Evander back or not. On one hand, the man was a genius and certainly he’d be allowed to continue with his experiments. On the other hand though, his sanity was questionable at best. In the end, Ryoss decided to leave Evander alone to his own devises but to check on him now and again in case his came up with something. It’s a mystery how he’s able to survive on Thyrm, especially since no food can be grown there.
Current Location: At his lab on Thyrm
Side: Neutral, likely to go to either side.
Job: Scientist
Weapon (if any): He has a number of experimental weaponry lying around the place (although he never uses them), he keeps a small pistol hidden in his lab coat and he’s pretty handy with a scalpel.
Relationships (if any): Open
Other: His hobby, strangely enough, is playing the pipe organ.

Evander Hutch - Thyrm
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The music of the pipe organ filled the dark reaches of the scientists laboratory. Sitting in front of the large organ which dominated the entire wall sat the tall, black/green haired scientist, his fingers dancing on the keys. His eyes were closed, having long memorized the song he was playing.

He loved these moments. The organ's music seemed to have an affect on him, one that he loved. Evander's heart began to race as the music became more eratic. He stood up, sending the chair he was on to the floor. This song always brought out the beast within him. His fingers flew over the keys like a man who was possessed. A grin of madness as plastered on his face, his hair went everywhere. Finally reaching the song's end, he slowly walked over to the stool by his work bench and sat down on it, feeling like he'd just run a mile.

After a minute or so of breathing, Evander began to get back to his experiment. He was testing a couple of new growth hormones on some human tissue samples. One the control, two had each different hormone and the third a mixture of the two.

"Hmm, sample 2's reproducing at an increased rate, #3 seems to have increased the number of stem cells alone and sample 4..."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"...seems to be dieing. Hmm, maybe there's something causing the two to react and kill the cell instead of grow it. I need to study this a little more."

He looked away from his experiments at the calander on the wall. He got one each month with his food deliveries.

They're coming today. If they're as efficient as always, they should be about, half an hour or so.

He stood up and began walking towards his storage area.

Let's see if I have anything for them.

[Shizo]

Helena Larch
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The various goverment representatives and low-ranking politicians were huddles together outside the airlock, speaking with other while trying to mask their nervousness. They had heard far too much about the Scientist Evander Hutch, the man who's methods of experimentation were just barely legal and certainly not moral, and the man who had gone so far to avoid others as to exile himself to one of the harshest planets in the known cosmos. The soft tap of footsteps caused the gathered inspectors to stagger their conversation until it ceased. Helena had changed from her casually elegent dress into a tight grey shirt, green pants, and black leather boots. Over her shoulders was a leather jacket kept a plain brown. Though the coat was long, it was very difficult to hide the twin hilts that protruded from either side. Not that Helena was trying to hide them. She stopped a few paces in front of the men, her expression one of quiet innocence, although the ease with which she gripped one of her sword hilts told otherwise.

One of the men, a brown-haired fellow in a black suit, cleared his throat and attempted to assume leadership. "Ms. Sanguine," he began, trying to sound professional and confident, "I trust you understand your part in this mission?"

Helena had several answers to that, but she chose the 'correct' one. "Of course. You have no need to be afraid, gentlemen. I may not look it, but I am a proficient fighter. I have orders to not allow your deaths to occur. None of you shall die when I won't permit it."

The men seemed to breath slightly easier. As skilled as they were with double-talk, none caught the dual meaning of her final statement. She walked past them and opened the airlock that lead into Hutch's laboratory. The inspectors quickly filed past. She allowed them to hurry past her, and took her place in the rear.

Though the room that housed Hutch's experiments was large and filled with oddities, it was the weapons that caught Helena's focus. She couldn't recognize any of them, and could only guess these were some of Hutch's inventions. She tried to note where each one was, but there were too many laid about. She chose to note, then, that Hutch had a nearly limitless arms supply that was useless to Helena. She was about to try a weapons she didn't know how to operate.

Finally, the infamous Evander entered. Helena studied him quickly. His hair was a wild mass of black and green. His tall, thin build was covered with skin that easily showed the fact that he had not seen the sun in quite a while. He was dressed in a buttoned-up lab coat, black pants and shoes, and a belt from which dangled serveral tools that held no purpose in Helena's eyes. Evander probably had a weapon on him somewhere, but overall he wouldn't be a large threat. He was unnerving to the government reps, she noted, but he wasn't about to attack them. If contact between the ship and Ryoss was lost, the Alliance would come down upon his head.

If he was a smart as he was claimed to be, Evander wasn't going to liven things up for her.

As he began showing something or other to her charges, a soft beeping sounded. She pulled out a sleek comlink and held it to her ear.

"Ms. Sanguine, we have a...situation," said the Captain.

"Elaborate," she replied simply. If this was important, the man should just reach the point.

"We've just detected a Rebellion vessel heading our way. It seems fully armed and ready for a fight."

"So shoot it down."

There a was a pause that lasted far longer than Helena found comfortable. "We...The ship's weapons are offline while it's docked. You need to-" Static filled the silence. She switched off the com and looked up at the group gathered around Evander.

"Gentlemen," she called out, walking forward. Her voice was still sweet, but her face had hardened into something more menancing. "There appears to be a Rebellion ship on its way here, and I'm uncertain that our ship is still spaceworthy. I suggest you prepare as best you can for an assault." She looked over to Hutch. "As for you, I assume you're at least loyal enough to defend what's yours, and that you know how."
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[Bulbasaur4]

[color=royalblue]
Name: Avion Kaols
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Appearance: [ See Attachment below (I’m following the realistic picture trend! Woot!) ] Thanks to Adriana Lima, the most gorgeous model ever for the picture. ^_~ Avion looks like that, and based off of her facial picture I'm guessing everyone can imagine what her body looks like. She has striking eyes that could glimmer with happiness and a smile to echo it, however those eyes can also wickedly be crafted into an intense glare- a wonderful contrast for her career and to attract others I suppose. In any case, she usually is seen wearing whatever she deems fit- because of her career she has a lot of clothes and little care as to how 'appropriate' her attire is for the given moment.
Personality: Avion is what many would call, ‘firey’. While she’s very good natured and a very caring person, she has a very unbridled personality. She loves adventure and shows no fear to much of anything these days. Avion has an overly playful nature and tends to have the personality and body language of a cat- sleek, slender, mysterious and quite teasing. She takes a love in being alive and her one link to her job is that she spreads her love by trying to keep others alive as well.
History (include home planet): Avion was born upon Ionis V to a low-class family. It was apparent at birth that Avion was a bit more than ‘above average’ as far as looks go, and it was this that caused Avion to become free from her low-class life. Avion loved her family to death but her mother was sick and her father extremely poor, and her siblings were slowly becoming just as sick as her mother. One day however a man who stopped by saw Avion and instantly seized the opportunity to ask Avion if she’d like to become a model. Hesitant… he immediately offered a great sum of money, which Avion felt that she had to agree to. She then was taken to Laverna, where even though the alliance existed… the idea of the media was still at large.
Avion became a huge success for her agent and soon was a face upon any form of media for almost any brand- clothing, synthetic make-up and what-not. She was the ‘natural wonder’ for she could rival those who had obvious synthetic work done and there was a great fuss. After a few years however, Avion decided that she wanted to spend some time in trying to find a few more areas to find her true calling. After a few years in an extended school, Avion found her calling was in the medical field. Doing modeling part-time, Avion helped her family while attending medical school and excelling severely. It looked like everything was going her way when she finally graduated with honors in her field and she was released to become a doctor.
Avion then traveled for a year or so along the Ionis moons giving free medical treatment to those who couldn’t afford it. However, her opinion of the alliance (which wasn’t very high to begin with) changed when one of it’s lesser divisions tried to take over one of Ionis’s moon- Ionis V. During the attempt they accidentally destroyed several lesser neighborhoods- including the one that held her family. After that, Avion went back to Laverna for a bit of ‘soul searching’ while still modeling and not losing her ‘edge’. It was actually at that time that she put out a new slogan called, “Rebel” but the alliance did not catch on do to the fact that “Rebel” was in the forgotten language of Italian. (Hey, it had to happen. :P ) Upon Laverna, Avion found her calling when she met Nathan and he was going to allow her to join a crew since he was in need of a medic. The only down side was that Avion had a face that the galaxy knew, and she has a hard time concealing it. (However her lines of modeling are still running some how… hrrm… ? lol )
Current Location: In Hyperspace between Laverna and Set, delivering a shipment of arms to the Rebellion.
Side: Rebellion in her heart, although not announced.
Job: Modeling medic? lol
Weapon (if any): None, although some would say her sharp tongue serves as a weapon in itself.
Relationships (if any): A good friend of Curt now that she’s won him over with her “charm” and newly wedded with Nathan.
Other: Avion has a lot and I mean a lot of history and connections that some times Curt and Nathan aren’t aware of. It comes in handy though.



.:: Avion ::.


The landing had been rough- to say the least. Falling out of bed and using the bottom half of it to stabalize yourself, only to hit your head again- well, it wasn't exactly a great feeling. In any case, after the rocky crash landing had ended, Avion had swiftly risen to her feet and gone to find Curt and Nathan. Curt had hit his head pretty badly, but Nathan seemed to be in good shape. So swiftly Avion had gone and grabbed her medical kit and efficiently bandaged Curt's head along with successfully giving him a dosage or two of painkillers.

But that seemed like a while ago... and currently they were upon the lovely outside terrain of the planet Set. She had managed to help Nathan carry and load the cargo onto a make-shift wheel cart, while Curt basically had cussed and kicked the sand several times.
"Are you going to be working whilst we're here or is this going to be a 'low profile' visit?" Nathan came up near her and asked. Turning about, Avion merely smiled at him as she shook her head. Her body was adorned in a rather simplistic fashion compared to what she usually wore upon her 'glamour' visits. Her lean upper half was wearing a simplistic silk shirt that seemed to be the color of tawny sand. It was sleeveless but it seemed to flare outwards slightly to give it a rippling motion, although it clung to her skin. It's collar line was high and exposed on her collarbone, showing off a small bit of her silver necklace. Below that she wore a light and airy-materialed brown skirt that drapped down to her knee caps, along with traditional Set sandals. With her tressled brown hair, she seemed almost as if she was a native to Set.
"Actually, I was planning on being with you two this time... however..." Avion glanced at the ship, which seemed to steam and sputter slightly and Nathan winced. The ship was busted up pretty badly... and they were going to need some serious cash if they wanted to fix it up. Of course, while Nathan and Curt were both very good hagglers and probably could gamble a game or two... their main source of money had always been Avion. While she often gave most of her money to relief efforts to neighborhoods that were hit hardest with the war, she occasionally saved a paycheck or two from a few outings and gave them to Curt and Nathan. If it weren't for Nathan being married to Avion... she would occasionally joke that it was like they were married to eachother.
They sure did bicker enough to be one.

"I might have to see how much we're going to need for either a new ship or some major repairs. I bet I could find a place here that might need some media help or some thing... at least within a few days or less." Avion said, and Nathan seemed to shrug. They were in a bit of a bind... but at least now they just had to focus on getting the cargo to the city.
Grabbing a few of the ropes, Nathan began to haul the cargo through the sand with Curt straggling beside him. Avion swiftly grabbed her medical pack and slung it around her shoulder, refusing to let Nathan help with that (it was the least she could do since he was hauling everything... else.)
"Hopefully the trip won't be too long... I'm worried that we'll get dehydrated if we're out too long." Avion said softly, looking at Nathan who was already beginning to sweat.

[Mystic_clown]

Evander Hutch
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Evander mentally scowled at the latest turn of events. How could these people allow themselves to be followed? He wasn't one for violence normally, he was a scientist not a soldier! But unfortunately, this woman, who's name Evander still had to learn, was right. Violance was the only way they were going to get out of this one. These rebels were obviously hostile and he doubted they were going to listen to reason. They were probably just a group of trigger-happy fools.

Evander reached for the pistol concealed in his lab coat. Sure, he wasn't into violance, but that didn't mean he didn't know how to use a gun. A few of the representatives were armed as well, but the rest just got to the back of the group, the snivelling cowards.

Gunfire could be heard outside the base, followed by a few small explosions. The woman snarled.

"Dammit," she cursed, "Looks like we're stuck on this rock." she turned to the reps and Evander.

"Ok guys, looks like we're going to have to take their ship."

Evander raised and eyebrow. He had no intention of leaving his lab.

Just then, a warning let of, noting that one of the airlocks had been breached. Evander snarled.

Now was the time to fight, whether Evander liked it or not.

Sorry for the shortness.

[Samchu]

Nathan
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I smiled at her gently. Despite that she was clothed in what she would call 'simplistic' clothing, she still looked absolutely stunning to me. Sure, she and I had our own little spats sometimes but what couple didn't? I could be an asshole sometimes, I knew that, but I always tried to do the best I could for her and to make up for the screw-ups I made. "Don't worry we have plenty of water," I said reassuringly. "Besides, me and Curt were trained to handle this kind of stuff, weren't we?"

A lump of sand felt the sharp stab of Curts boot and he cussed angrily. Avion took a flask of water from our cartload of goods and handed it to Curt. "You need to stay hydrated," she told him soothingly, "especially since you banged your head."

I still found it odd to see Curt taking orders from a woman. He'd never been too fond of that. I'd had to convince him to let her come work on the ship andher personality had won him over shortly after. He acted all tough but he was really a big softie underneath. Of course, it was a side of him one rarely saw these days. With all that alcohol coursing through his system it was very difficult to ever catch Curt in a 'sane' state of mind. Even Avion couldn't charm him out of it.

I pulled myself out of my thoughts to see Avion holding a bottle of water in front of me. "You should have some too. You're already starting to sweat."

"Alright." I took a quick swig to keep her happy, even though I didn't think I needed it. Avion was the medic after all, her advice should always be well noted.

We reached the capital, Salvo, quicker than I had expected. I guess that focusing on the unwavering heat instead of how heavy the cargo was made the trip go faster...god what a stupid thought. We delivered the goods as soon as possible - much to my relief - and reaped the wonderful reward we had promised. We paid for the ship to get towed into town for repairs but only god knew how much it was gonna cost...and if we could afford it.

"Right then!" exclaimed Curt loudly, thumbing through the wad of bills we had recently recieved, "how about we get drinks in?"

"Is that wise? We'll need the money for repairs." I couldn't help but think that I was becoming the boring one in the group. I just didn't wanna get stuck on Set with no money, no food, or no ship.

"We did use up all our water on the way here."

I turned to Avion and whispered, "what about the repairs for the ship?"

"It's ok. If we need money I'm sure I can find some work easy enough."

"I really don't want you to have to do that."

"I don't mind. I've done it enough times. It's as much my ship as it is yours and Curt's."

"I just think it's wrong is all...counting on you to provide for us when things go bad...I can't help but feel like I'm exploiting you somehow..."

I looked up, hearing Avion's gentle laugh. She cupped my face with her hands and smiled at me with warm eyes. My worries faded instantly. "I've never seen it that way. I like being able to put my share in." she kissed me softly. "Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

"Yeah...don't I know it."

"Hey lovebirds! You getting drinks or what?" An agitated Curt yelled at us. Still it was good to finally see a 'lighter' side of our brash captain.

"We're coming."

So we followed Curt through Salvo though he undoubtedly knew less about the area than we did. He eventually stopped us outside this shady bar...no...not a bar...a strip joint.

"Curt, you can't be serious," I told him.

"Why not? This is Salvo! When in Salvo go to the strip clubs!"

"I can't take Avion in there!"

"Why not? She's seen naked women before hasn't she? I mean, she is one herself...right?" He shot her a questioning glance. Obviously that alcohol wasn't completely out of his system.

"Of course she is!" Sometimes it was just too hard to keep your temper around Curt.

"Well you never know...I mean before Avion you'd never seen a naked chick before -"

Before he could finish I had him pretty tightly by the collar. "Shut up Curt."

He pushed himself away forcefully. "Hey watch it, I'm recovering."


"Hmph."

"Are you guys coming in or what? I'm thirsty and there are a ton of hot naked girls inside dying to serve me something tall and frosty."

"Sounds more like what you'd be trying to serve them..." I grumbled, only to recieve a sharp jab from Avion. "Look, it's rare for me to get the chance to spend some time with my wife outaside of the ship. I'm sticking with what she decides." I turned to Avion, "so what'll we do?"

Avion hit me with a stern yet practical stare, "Do you really want to leave a drunken Curt in a strip joint? You do remember what happened last time..."

I smirked, unable to help myself thinking back on the time Curt had brought a male prostitue back to the ship. He had sworn blind that he had no idea the 'he' was a 'she' but that didn't stop me winding him up about it for a few weeks. Hey, the guy was like a brother to me, and that's what brothers are there for right? Alright maybe that ent true but I did make sure nothing happened between them - after Avion told me too. "Look that won't happen this time." I took the money from Curt and handed him a few small notes. "There's enough there to make sure you have a good time. Avion and I will take a few to entertain ourselves with and the rest," I said, slipping them safely into a hidden pocket, "will go towards paying the repair bills on the ship, seeing as you practically totaled it."

Curt pouted and stomped inside.

"He'll be fine. Give the guy a beer and a naked dancer and he'll be happy for weeks."

"And what about us? What do you plan on us doing?"

"Hey you know me," I smirked coyly, wrapping my arms about her waist, "I never plan these sorta things in advance. I figure we check out what ol' Salvo has to offer and go from there. Besides, I don't care what we do, I'm just glad to spend some time alone with you." I kissed her tenderly. What more could I possibly want?

[Ghost]

Curt
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It seemed that these days, Curt was always alone from the crew. Nathan and Avion were always in the bedroom, doing some "things" that Curt had never done before (Sadly, XD). Ever since Avion had come into their lifes, Nathan kept seeming to get farther and farther away from him. Curt knew that eventually Nathan and Avion were going to leave him, and it would just be him and Death Wish for the rest of his life.

But now, it seemed he had more important things to do. Walking into the club, beautiful women were everywhere, all trying to seduce him to come over, but he wasn't worried about that. He waited at a empty table for a dull 5 minutes, and then exited the club. Thankfully, Nathan and Avion were gone. Curt could finally have some fun. Making sure his wallet was still in his back pocket, and his XM-88 Heavy Blaster Pistol was loaded, he walked out of the club and started to look around the area. Maybe he could finally have some fun...

He walked down to a small alleyway, and emerged in Gambler's Market, a huge, wide open market place, full of buildings where you could spend lots of money and gamble alot. Curt took a look at nearly everything, taking in the bright colors of the fruit stands... Until he accedentily bumped into a man that was a bit bigger in size then him. he also had a friend with him, which was nearly just as big as he was. Both carried heavy repeating blaster rifles.

These men were obviously part of the Alliance.

"Hey buddy," The man he bumped into turned around to look at him. He was fairly muscled, with dark hair and a pair of piercing brown eyes. " You may wanna watch were your walking," He said, and picked Curt up by his collar. His breath smelled terribly rancid, but Curt had no choice but to stare straight at him.

"You wanna cause some trouble buddy?" His partner asked. The man holding Curt threw him against a wall, and his partner kicked him in the Stomach. "You'll back off if you want to stay alive." They slowly started to turn around and walk away, but Curt, still being somewhat drunk, made a huge mistake:

He drew his blaster, drunkenly aimed, and shot one of the men in the leg. The blaster bolt seared straight through his leg, driving the man straight to the ground. The other man turned away, his heavy rifle already at aim, to find Curt running back towards an alleyway.

"Get him!" He yelled, and started to run afer him.

Curt took a turn, and rushed down the alleyway. Blaster bolts fired at insane speed, sending chunks of the sand walls flying back. Obviously, these guards were quite inaccurate. But sadly, Curt's luck ran out when he reached the end of the alleyway.

Two troops, decked in full clad brown armor, fully polished so they looked professinal, stared towards him, their blaster rifles raised. Curt sighed, and rolled to his left as two blaster bolts shot right where his head had been nearly a second ago.

Curt could tell now that escaping from these guys was not going to be easy.

Meh, not enough time...

[Crazy Elf Boy]

Name: Zeke Sharde
Age: 23
Gender: M
Appearance: About 5'9" medium build with short bright green hair and crisp blue eyes. He wears light blue shirt with long black pants, black leather shoes which he hides a dagger in. He wears a black bandana around his head
Personality: He keeps to himself and always has a backup plan. He will always help the underdog but likes to keep to himself alot.
History (include home planet): Zeke was born on the desert world Set and thats were he grew up, at an early age his parents were killed by the Alliance for treachery leaving Zeke as an orphan. He stowed away of a Rebellion crusier to the planet Tethys were he signed up for the battle against the Aliiance. He trained there and was given his own ship "Hylian". Since then he has been doing various jobs for the rebellion.
Current Location: Set
Side: Rebellion
Job: (smuggler, soldier, labourer, be creative) He is a born smuggler, and a good fighter pilot as well
Weapon (if any): His weapons include a small dagger in his shoe, A heavy laser gun named "Sentinel" and of cousre his ship "Hylian"
Relationships (if any): None at the moment but always open
Other (do you have your own ship? business? Anything you wanna add goes here): He has a pet Rat named "Scather" which he has trained to do various stealing tasks.


§§~*~*Zeke*~*~§§

I walked into my cargo bay and took a look at the shipment I was carrying. Box piled upon box, there was no way I could carry al this by myself. I moved out of the bay past my room where Scathers was running around in his cage, he never liked the heat.

"Dont worry buddy we will be out of here soon" I said comfortingly, but my only reply was a small meep.

I felt a dry sensation in the back of my mouth, I knew I needed a drink. I moved off towards the gamblers market looking for a good pub. I looked around till I saw one the "Canteen", I moved inside and sat down to have a drink.
After finishing my glass I waltzed outside to find someone to help me with my shipment.

"You'll back off if you want to stay alive" a man said menacingly from across the square.

The guy he was talking to produced a blaster and fired it hitting the man in the leg. He then took off being chased by heavy laser fire. I knew I had to help him, I ran after the man into a dark alley.

I turned the corner only to see two men clad in shining brown armour, firing at the man. I knew what I had to do I raised my blaster and fired straight at one of their heads.

Sorry If you don't mind me impossing on your turf Ghost.

[Erandi Brazul]

Name: R.O.B.O.T.N.I.C. ~ Robotic Operational Being Optimized for Thorough Nullification and Immediate Calculation
Age: ??
Gender: Male? Looks like it, sounds like it...
Appearance: Mostly it's like a buffed up Megaman, with gray instead of a lot of blue and two arms instead of the blaster. In that form it's very humanoid, no doubt about that. It looks like a robot, but moves fairly smoothly. It needs to be fast in order to repair itself or help Kaylin or Zyana.
Personality: Well...it's a robot. It thinks logically, making reformed calculations quickly in it's AI and taking action. It doesn't understand why humans make the decisions they do, but it will always obey the commands of the crew. Lately, however, it has been experiencing what Zyana calls "emotions" or "feelings," something that causes Robotnic to be uncomfortable; ironically, being uncomfortable is also a feeling...
History (include home planet): There isn't much history for this creature. It was created when the AI was developed for Fenikkusu, Kaylin's ship. Because of it's past history and it's personality, one of Kaylin's crew members offered to help create a "guardian" form for the AI, calling it ROBOTNIC. The Cyborg-like form allows it to leave the ship and continually protect the one remaining master it has left: Kaylin. It also has a desire to protect it's second creator, Zyana Polyeidus. Recently it has been showing affection and emotion towards these two humans, which is unique for a robot. It does not know why it has these feelings or where they come from.
Current Location: On...erm...itself...
Side: Neutral
Job: (smuggler, soldier, labourer, be creative) Practically IS the ship of Kaylin. Has a Guardian Form that allows the AI to walk around.
Weapon (if any): Not on hand. It's metallic body allows it to tap into systems with ports on it's body, as well as placing upgrades. Also, it's body can deflect bullets and most laser shots from hand-held weaponry. And don't get it mad enough to punch you: It's metal (a strange mix of normal substances and something Zyana put in it) will break your skull and it's grip will choke you to death. But don't worry; it doesn't happen too often...
Relationships (if any): Kaylin and Zyana. The mechanic on the ship it rarely speaks to. A job is a job, not a place for conversation.
Other (do you have your own ship? business? Anything you wanna add goes here):
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Diagnostics check...complete.

Life support systems...failure to comply.

Data Analysis...failure to comply.

Weapons status...47%

Navigational Protocols and instruments...failure to comply.

Engines...12%

Cargo...none.

Learning Capabilities...94%


It was hurt.

Badly.

And it had no way to help itself. What was happening? What was going on? It kept asking itself, trying to reason, always hitting some wall...a firewall? No, this was more palpable. It was missing pieces...

But two days later, things seemed to come together, itself included.

"This should work..."
"Let's hope so. I'm excited!"
"You want to push the button?"
"There isn't a button to push."
"Oh."

For the first time, it moved it's own fingers, then hands, then feet, legs, arms, torso, neck...and finally it opened a pair of "eyes."

Kaylin clapped excitedly. "Awesome! It looks so good! And it's working perfectly!"
The other girl, Zyana, nodded her head in approval. "It looks more like a male if you ask me."
"It's not a guy," Kaylin replied, crossing her arms and frowning. "It's a robot. Our AI thrown into a smaller body."

"I cannot compute," the AI said, it's mechanics still whirring for an answer. It did not recognize the two bodies, but it did recognize the voices. It did not have eyes before, beyond it's scanners on the ship.

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"This way you can treat yourself," Kaylin was explaining.

"I understand," Robotnic replied. "You created a body with Zyana's help, so that your ships computer may travel with you, or repair the ship better."
"You ARE the ship's computer, idiot," Zyana responded harshly.
"It has an IQ of 3000, Snarky. It's definitely not under the category of 'idiot'," came the reply from the new hotshot of the crew, Kale.

Kaylin sighed as the two continued to bicker, then turned again to Robotnic. "Welcome to the family," she said, and for some reason it's circuts seemed to get warmer and felt like it was newly oiled.

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Transition...complete.

With a loud hissing sound and several bolts clicking into place, Robotnic stepped out of it's container and into the deck where it's humanoid body was stored.

Today had been an interesting day. Kale had again begun irritating Zyana, who was always in a foul mood, and Kaylin had been fairly moody all day, mumbling about the work that needed to get done. It never really saw a problem with work. Work got things done, did it not? Getting things done led to relaxation for a human, correct? It didn't dwell too much on questions such as these. It had plenty more to think about.

Like finding the damn drills and shovels.

It ran through a quick cargo scan, and located them to be very nearby. Quickly, it gathered the three laser-shovels, as well as the two drills that attach to it's arms.

Something inside of Robotnic went click.
"Robo? You transfer yet?" Came a voice from his speakers. It was Kaylin; she was communicating with him through her backpack gear. Robotnic clicked again.
"Yes Kaylin. I have transferred."
"And?"
"The equipment is prepared. Inform me when I am to move to your location."
"All right then. Stay put until then."
"As you wish."

Silently, Robotnic connected the drills to his arms, and waited.

[Shizo]

Finally posting...

Helena Larch
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A pistol. She had to stare as the scientist chose his weapon. All this advanced technology, and he uses a little pistol. She decided that there was no need to question his sanity; the man was mad.

Gunfire could be heard. The representatives who were armed came forward to form a defensive line. The others wisely got out of the way. Then, she heard something that certainly did not make her happy; their ship exploded.

"Dammit," she snarled, "Looks like we're stuck on this rock." I turned to the others. "Ok guys," she said, readying her guns and ensuring a grenade was readily available looks like we're going to have to take their ship."

A alarm sounded, the recorded voice warning that an airlock had been breached. She saw Evander scowl, but focused on her hearing. The pounding of footsteps rang off the metallic corridor. She turned back to those armed. "Shoot those that come though the smoke." She received puzzled looks, but she would soon be understood.

The rebels were finally visible. There were around 15, each armed. Helena smiled. They were no threat. Grabbing her grenade, she yanked the pin out with her teeth and threw it down the corridor. It exploded, but sent out billowing clouds of smoke instead of a messy explosion. She rushed in, pulling out Kusha and Lava as she ran. She was quickly enveloped by grey, cloying smoke. In here she was blind, but vision wasn't necessary. The fools were shouting back and forth to each other, surprised by the smoke. Helena ran toward the nearest voice and cut upwards. Warm splashes his her hands and cheeks, and she moved to the next voice. Gunfire sounded behind her; a few of the rebels must have ran through straight into the artillery. The smoke dissipated after she had killed seven of the men. She turned to see the representatives had taken down another six.

Six and seven, which meant two left. Two who were nowhere in sight.

As was Evander.

"Stay here," she commanded. They had already proven they could care for themselves awhile. She had to find the surviving pair and ensure Evander was in her sight. Who knows what he was doing?

[Bulbasaur4]

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Avion
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Avion couldn't help but smile widely as she gazed up at Nathan, a warm blush coming to her cheeks.
"You're so sweet." She said happily, as Nathan smiled and continued to walk with one of his arms around her waist.
"That's only because I have you." He replied with a mirroring smile as the two of them walked down the city streets. Avion leaned her head upon his shoulders as they walked through the quiet streets, the clouds upon the planet being virtually non-existant and revealing a starry sky that seemed too perfect for words. There were not many lights in the city... and because of that, the sky was clear and shown brilliant. It was a perfect night for a rare opportunity for alone time.

The two of them continued to stroll down the streets, until suddenly something caught Nathan's eye. With an eager attitude, he grabbed Avion's hand and grinned at her.
"Here! Come here!" He said eagerly, tugging upon her lightly as she laughed and followed him.
"What? What is it Nathan?" She questioned, but Nathan merely shook his head- for it was his secret and he refused to tell. The two of them quickly ducked into a building that Avion didn't have time to read upon, and instantly when they entered the place a huge smile was brought to Avion's face.
"Oh Nathan... did you know this place was here?" She asked in a gasping manner, her bright eyes scanning the inside of the building.
"I'm just a lucky guesser." Nathan said with a smile, bringing her in lightly with a hug.

The place to anyone else perhaps would have been pretty unique, but to Avion it held a deeper meaning. The place was a resturant, but it was lavished in green. Beautiful black tables and chairs were set out upon the place, seemingly made out of a unique stone. The large room of the restuarant was heavily decorated and the walls were made of stone as well, with heavy embroidered pictures of animals within each wall. Yet the most spectacular thing about the place was the lush greenery. Plants were everywhere and designed to make the place look exotic. An odd and large shaped tank served as one of the walls, bubbling with seemingly water with pretend fish placed into the tank. The planet of Set was barren and water was hard to find, bu tsome how this place managed to savor its water and use it for the plants.
And Avion loved plants... and she loved nature, and finding a restuarant geared towards that was quite rare these days. No one cared about the environment anymore..

"Why, hello m'lady and mister." A large man came up to them with a smile, holding a few menus within his large hands. He was a bit grubby and dirtied looking, but Avion could recognize a good soul anywhere. She smiled at him as Nathan told him it was for two. Understanding, the old man showed them to a lovely small little table that had a few candles lighting in the center with a small bouque of delicate tiny flowers.
"This place is amazing..." Avion said lightly, her eyes constantly scanning the area. Nathan smiled, "Not as amazing as you however." Avion blushed again and let a small giggle escape her lips.
"You're so complimentary... stop it..." She smiled, leaning over the table gently and giving him a soft kiss upon the lips before returning to her chair. As the evening went on, they talked about many things... many of them fond memories as they at their food and sipped a variety of slightly alcoholic beverages. (Nothing too strong however, Avion wasn't a big drinker to begin with.) The food was very flavorful, and of course it did not match the food back upon Laverna, but for out here it was decent adn the setting more than made up for it in Avion's eyes. As they finished up, Nathan swiftly went to pay for the check that was surprisingly cheap.
"Wow... I can't believe it's that cheap." Nathan said with a frown, seemingly dumbfounded. Avion's eyes glanced towards the few workers hovering over on the far side of the room, and she watched as they pointed at her and one of the girls giggled. Avion smiled and looked to Nathan, "I think they're being nice."
The two of them got up and Avion flashed her cover-girl smile upon the workers, thanking them as the two headed out. Instantly the cool air greeted them once again as the stars continued to sparkle.
"Thank you Nathan, that was wonderful." Avion said lightly, wrapping her arms about his waist and snuggling her head into his shoulder slightly. "I have the best husband that the world could offer." She continued as the pair walked down the street.

[Samchu]

OOC: WARNING! This post contains HORNY content.

Nathan
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"Just the world?" I teased, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"You know what I mean."

"Oh really..." I tickled her hips lightly. "Because I'm not sure that I do."

She squealed and wriggled in my arms, giggling at her own display. "Alright alright. You're the best husband in the whole universe."

I held her tightly and kissed her softly upon the lips. "That's more like it. Did you enjoy your dinner?"

She nodded. "How did you find it?"

"I got connections," I replied with a coy shrug. "Besides, you deserved it. All that hard work you've had to do on the ship lately, I've hardly seen you."

"Did you miss me?"

"Of course I missed you. Do you know how hard it is to have to go for hours without seeing your beautiful face or hearing your laugh? Sometimes I think we should just pack and run away together."

Our noses touched and we laughed together in the empty street. "But what about Curt?"

"Why do you think I stay?"

She pulled away from me, taking a few steps further up the road. My God she looked so beautiful in the moonlight. Avion had the most amazing figure and she always knew the right way to let me see it. She smiled at me, rocking back and forth on her heels, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. "Should we go look for him?"

"We agreed to meet up at this hotel. We might as well head there. Curt'll come to us eventually."

She cocked her head slightly, a sly grin creeping across her face. "Really? Are you sure you're not just trying to get me into bed?"

"What, me?" I replied with mock offense. "I would never do such a thing. I am a very honorable man and I would never trick a lady."

"I think you said that the first time."

"I may have. You didn't say very much."

"There wasn't anything left to say."

"You're probably right. Shall we go? I booked us a room in advance."

"Now I'm convinced you're trying to get me to sleep with you."

"Better to book in advance than to find the rooms are all booked up." I held my hand out to her. "Shall we go?"

She skipped over and took my hand. "Let's."

Ok, so compared to the restaurant the hotel was a s***hole but there wasn't much I could have done about it. We got lucky in a way. The room had this gorgeous fireplace for us to hang out in front of and we pulled all the covers in front of it so we could curl up where it was warm. Strange phenominon about couples, you can talk for eternity and still never run out of topics.

"Do you remember that time when Curt got drunk and ended up trying to put on my underwear?"

I laughed as I fiddled with her soft locks of hair. "That was hilarious. He actually didn't look too bad. I was almost aroused."

She stared at me wide-eyed.

"I'm kidding. Besides, since I met you I can't even think about other women. Do you realise that porn is now boring to me? It's you or no one. God what would I do without you?"

I could see the blood rush to her cheeks. "Well then, it's a good thing I'm here isn't it?" She kissed me softly. "You shouldn't worry about things like that."

"Believe me, I'm not worried." I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her closer to me. "You're so beautiful..." I kissed her neck. "Why did you wind up with a guy like me?"

"I dunno...dumb luck?" She smiled at me and let out a light giggle.

"I should be offended by that." I rolled on top of her so that I was pinning her to our make-shift bed. "You're lucky you're so beautiful."

Her cheeks flared again. "Curt might come in."

"Curt always comes in."

She lifted a hand to cradle the side of my face. "Are you jealous?"

"Yes. I don't want to have to share you."

"You share me with most of the universe."

"I have to share the image of you but there's a part of you that I don't want to share. That playful little horny side of you that comes out to play now and then. I want to keep that to myself."

"Isn't that a little greedy?"

"Perhaps. Can't a husband be greedy about his wife?"

"He can try."

I shifted my weight to my right and started streching the collar of her shirt to expose one perfectly tanned shoulder. Leaning over, I started to kiss her bare skin.

"What was that you said about a playful horny side?"

"I never said I didn't have one," I replied between kisses. "And I think its about time we let them have another meeting."

[Ghost]

lol at Sam. And Kalah of course. this is going to be fun to interrupt... seeing if Curt makes it there alive ^^
Beware: A bit mature...


Curt Becket
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Curt knew he was in deep shit ever since he shot the big man in the leg. And of course, everything just kept getting worse for him. First, blaster bolts flying around him. Second, seeing those god damned guards at the other end of the street. Third,... Well, there wasn't exactly third.

But for some reason he had caught a stroke of luck. After he had rolled, just as the other troop aimed up his long rifle, his head all of the sudden flew off of his shoulders. Curt thanked himself in his head, and didn't even stopped to look as he rushed down the road, dodging land speeders and swoopbikes as he quickly turned another corner and ran up a stairway onto a citizens roof, where he quickly dove down to the ground and tried to stop breathing as hard as he was. He hoped that they wouldn't notice he had ran up here.

But of course, they did. No later then maybe 30 seconds, a concussion grenade rolled up onto the roof, and heard the beep that it was on.

Fuck.

He tried as hard as he could to roll of the edge, but he wasnt quick enough and the grenade exploded nearly 5 meters behind him. He was instantly blinded and couldn't hear at all. He felt the warm trickle of blodd running down his left arm, and before he knew it, he tripped, and stumbled down a few meters onto the sand. Minutes. Hours. Days passed. Curt couldn't tell, but when he finally regained his hearing and sight, All he knew was that the guards were gone.

And that he had a free pass to the bar.

Wait... It wasn't a bar, was it? Curt was confused, so he stood up and looked which way he had to go.Up or behind him... He decided to go straight ahead.

And what he found, was a giant building, obviously a hotel. He decided that, hey, why not? He sure as hell hoped this was the meeting place.

So Curt quickly sprinted, and found a variety of people inside, mostly dark skinned, many with huge robes covering their legs, arms and chests. He looked over to a reception area, and walked up to one of the ladies standing there behind the counter.

"Hello sir, how may I help you?" She asked with a smile on her face. Obviously, she was trained to do this, because Curt looked worse then most beggars did.

" Yeah... I'm looking for a friend..." His words were slightly slurred. "Names..." He stopped for a minute, and then remembered his friends name. "Nathan... Nathan.... Jesus what was his last name? Ummm.... Koals! Koals thats it."

"Yes sir, I believe he is here... Floor 9, room 912. Heres a key just in case the door is locked..." She said, handing him a keycard. Damon hurried over to the elevator, and rode it up to the floor.

He quickly ran over to the door, and out of instinct, stuck the keycard into the door, and the door whoosed open.

And what he saw, well, he actually expected.

Avion sat on top of Nathan, naked, going up and down. For children's sake, We won't go into detail.

"Well well well... Ride em cowgirl!Ya know, I always thought Nathan being the controlling bitch he is would be on top... But we don't have time to talk about that," He muttered, and shut the door behind him. This drew a wide surprise from Nathan and Avion, including Nathan, seeing as it was now out of instinct, throwing something at him. Grabbing the thing nearest to him, Nathan hit Curt in the face.

With Avion's bra and panties.

"Jeez, you know, I would of thought you would of thrown somethign else, like that lamp, or the bedsheets... or the dresser..." Curt took Avion's underwear of his face, and looked at for a second. "Black underwear? Well, whatever..." Curt walked over to the closet and grabbed a black robe along with a cape.

"You know, i'm going to need those back!" Avion said, and Curt looked back at her. " Oh yeah... Sorry about that." He tossed her underwear back, and Curt got to taking off his clothes.

"Hey asshole, one question... Why the hell are you getting undressed?!" Nathan almost screamed at him. Curt could tell he was fuming from his "incident".

"We're going to have a three way jackass. Why the hell do you think i'm changing?" Curt asked, tossing his clothes into the closet and putting on the new ones.

"Let me guess... You were a jackass and got chased by the police?" Nathan asked, putting his underwear and pants back on.

"Well... We can say something like that. Now hurry up, we gotta get going!" Curt yelled and paced around the room. How they were going to get to their ship and drag it to the repair shop, and get out, without getting notice, was going to be hard.

[Mystic_clown]

Evander Hutch
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The scientist snarled as he ran down the hall. During the commotion, two of the rebels had run off. They must have thought that they could get away with stealing some of his inventions during the chaos.

They should know Evander Hutch was someone not to be trifled with. He caught sight of hte two, searching frantically for something to take. Evander growled as he plled his pistol and fired. Unfortunately his aim was off and missed, getting their attention. They both drew their guns and took aim.

Thinking fast, Evander dived and grabbed the first thing he could see. A smirk appeared on his lips as he saw it. A weapon almost resembling a flamethrower.

He took aim and fired, sending a blast of gas in one of the soldier's directions. At first, the soldier was a bit distracted, but overall the gas didn't seem the affect him. He smiled smugly as he took aim again.

Then it kicked in.

He dropped his gun and fell to his knees, screaming in agony. His comrade could only watch in horror as he almost seemed to melt away. In about thirty seconds, he was literally nothing but skin and bones.

Evander smirked. That 'gas' was really nano machines, designed to destroy the target cell by cell. They worked rapidly and shut down after a few seconds.

His comrade was shocked before glaring at Evander with upmost hatred.

"You monster!!" He cried, drawing his gun. He never got the chance to fire though. He fell to the floor dead, one of Evander's scalpals sticking out of his throat.

Evander calmly approached the corpse and took back his scalpal. That should be all of them...

Suddenly, the alarm went off. Another ship was landing. He highly doubted that the Allied ship was able to call for help, which means...

"There you are!"

Evander looked to see the Helena running towards him. She slowled and looked at the two corpses. She couldn't be bothered asking what happened to them.

"I guess that's all for them," she said, smirking.

"I'm afraid not."

"What do you mean?"

He gestured to the alarm going off.

"It seems that our rebel friends weren't alone."

Helena stamped her foot in frustration.

"Dammit!" she cursed.

Even though Evander didn't say it out loud, he agreed.

An explosion, as well as some screams could be heard from above.

"It seems they're here," Evander said calmly, "and it seems our inspector friends wont be helping us this time."

[Shizo]

For those who feel sorry for the government inspectors, do not mourn. Their deaths were fated to happen. That day, they were all issued new uniforms by Arc, uniforms with red shirts.

Helena Larch...Sanguine
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"Dammit," She said again, though this curse was less passionate. She sheathed her swords and drew out two large handheld guns in there place, all the while trying to calculate her next move. The rebels were above them, numbers unknown. Most likely, they had arrived en masse. She and Evander were in the lower levels with the chance they were, as yet, undetected. The politicians were KIA. Her original transport was assumed to have been destroyed. If it was still functional, it was now inaccessible. She checked to ensure that each pistol was fully loaded. They were.

"I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you have some sort of private transport off this rock, mostly because the only other way is for the two of us to storm the rebels and take theirs."

"You're suggesting we can't?" Evander asked.

"Yes." She quickly stepped toward the doorway to close it. "Does this have a locking mechanism?"

"I'm not leaving my lab," he said with conviction. Mad.

"Very well, I'll force you."

Evander laughed. "You'll force me?" he scoffed.

"Yes. Is there a locking mechanism or not?"

"I won't bother asking how and move on to why you decided to make me leave everything of mine behind."

"Orders," she replied shortly, giving up on Evander helping her and examining the door herself to find a way to keep hostiles on the other side. "Oddly enough, this is a scenario I was briefed for. In the event that this place was overrun, I was to protect Evander Hutch and the government inspectors, in that order."

"Arc cares enough to have one of his minions shelter me?" He moved over to the door to stand beside Helena. His tangled black and green hair fell partly over his face as he leaned forward. "I don't even know your name."

"Sanguine, and yes. You've made yourself a fairly valuable resource, which is most likely why the rebels are attacking in the first place: to convert you to their side or ensure you're useless to Arc's."

Evander paused as he mulled over her words. "I assume that means you'll feel they'll kill me."

"In essence, yes." Finding a promising command, she entered a code into the door terminal. It didn't work.

"What if I decide to join their side, instead?"

"Then you can have fun running from Arc and the entire Alliance. Also, I doubt the Rebels will be so willing to let you out of their sight, so you'll have to give up this cozy local in either instance. Plus, I hardly think they can fund your research the way the Alliance can. So I'm to ensure you come with me. I feel that's the best course for you at the moment, unless one of your doomsday devices can wipe out all life on the upper levels. If you want to ensure you can live to do what you do another day," another code failed, "help me lock this goddamn door."

[Mystic_clown]

Evander Hutch
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As much as he didn't want to leave his lab, Sanguine had a point. It would be in his best interests to remain with the alliance for now. He silently strode over to the terminal and entered a code in. The light above the key pad flashed green and there was a locking sound coming from inside the walls.

"There," Evander spoke quietly, "The doors are locked. It will take some high powered weaponry to break down that door."

Even though she wa clearly trying to hide it, he heard Sanguine breath a small sigh of relief. Evander gave a small, amused smile, although she didn't notice.

She sat down on a small stool.

"Well, now that's out of the way, we need to find a way off this rock." She looked over at the scientist, obviously expecting a reply from him. Evander held back a dissapointed sigh. It wasn't like they had any other choice.

"There's a ship I came here on dock not far from here. However, it's been years since I've used it, I wouldn't be surprised if it's out of commission."

"It's worth a shot," Sanguine stood up and looked around, "Now we just need to get out of here."

Evander smiled. From first appearance, it looked like there was only one exit, which they had just locked.

"Leave it to me."

He walked over to the large organ on the far wall. He sat down before it.

"I'm not even going to ask why you have that thing here, but now is not the time to play!" Sanguine snapped.

"Just be patient." Evander closed his eyes as his fingers floated over the keyboard, playing a haunting tune. Sanguine was just about to say something when she heard machines roar into life. With a groan, the organ split down the middle, the two halves parting to reveal a passage. Sanguine stared as Evander calmly stood up and began heading down the hallway.

"You coming?"

The two walked in silence for a few moments. The passageway was nothing but a tunnel cut into the ice, a metal walkway as a floor.

"Why did you put a secret passageway here?" Sanguine finally asked.

"I built it incase of emergancies such as this, when I had no choice but abandon my lab."

"Ok, but, why have that pipe organ as the door?"

Evander stopped and looked back.

"I like to play the pipe organ, what's wrong with that?"

Sanguin shook her head and the two continued. At the end of the halfway was a make-shift hanger, made form a small ice cave. Sitting there was a small cruiser, possibly big enough to squeeze two people. It was covered in frost.

"Now then," Evander approached the ship and opened a panel on the side, "Le'ts see if we can use this thing."