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#1 Oni Storm

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Posted 08 August 2012 - 12:40 PM

July 29th 3049
Invader class Jumpship "Heaven's Flight"
Stationary Zenith orbit above the planet Last Hope

"Sir, I'm getting that strange blip again near Voltre's Rock. I know it's probably nothing as you said earlier bit I swear something is out there. Even if I'm wrong, it couldn't hurt to go to the darkside could it? I mean just in case..." said a rather unkempt roughen, whose stringy dirty blonde hair and constant nervousness could even put the calmest buddist on edge.

"Damit Jenkins,, All riht if 'n it'll get you to stop yapping your gums and calm the Frak down we'll go. Cinthia inform the boys dirtside we'll be out of communications range til tomorrow heir ime. We'll contact em hen and for Pete sake tell someone to keep McGregor out of he bars please for me"

"Yes Julia, do you want me to sign it kisses and hugs too??"

Julia, a fiery spiked hair redhead that was beginning to show signs of her age in her sunken puffy eyes and bits of excess fat, threw her hat square into the back of Cinthia's neck "you do and you'll be the one going down to that iceball next time... We clear?" Cinthia, a short stout slim brunet with huge blue green eyes that seem to fill the lenses of her already too small framed glasses, looked back "Yes Captain" and then they all began to bust out laughing...

April 29th 3049
Aegis Class Heavy Cruiser
Stationary drift near the local planetoid Voltre's Rock
edge of the Purgatory system,
near the Periphery planet of Last Chance

Star Captains Elizabeth Fhord, Alexander Hazen, Daniel McCraig, and Stephanie Brak were engaged in a game of Tak Isorak [akin to mixing water polo with chicken] along with others from their respective Stars, gleamed in the crystal clear fixed water showing off their taut, rippling bodies gleaming from time to time as they jumped, bobbed and weaved their way to the final scoring goal in the cascading zero-g pool's highly oxygenated water.

"I hear Alexis...." Alexander paused as the stares of shock, horror, and loathing shot his way. (He suddenly realised his transgression, Alexis, Stephanie, Daniel and he may have all come up in the same Sibko together but that didn't give him permission or the right to use her name so casually now amongst the others, especially since her last minute promotion via the Dezgra of their former commander just before launch, scant weeks ago. He was still getting used to the fact that his playmate and friend were both now something more and gone forever.) "Surkai my brothers and sisters, I mean I heard Star Colonel Visla is calling the Circle tonight for the one to take lead of this planet's liberation. Who amongst us plans on entering this combat for the right to face those Surats? Oh the honor to be won by chasing these freebirths and their pathetic toys." and with that the stares warmed and all those gathered began to laugh and smile in the glow of comradery. None thinking of the fighting to come.

Edited by Oni Storm, 15 February 2013 - 07:48 PM.


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Posted 09 August 2012 - 12:42 AM

Midnight April 29th
HPG Power Supply Room
Outskirts of Hope

“No. No. No. No. Acolyte Danny, what did I tell you to do?” Herschel Sandtanner had to fight the urge to scream. The power relays that provided electricity to the Hyper Pulse Generator’s dormitory was acting up again. A string of complaints had been making their way to the Control room for the last seven hours, every time he thought the problem was fixed and he could finally get some well deserved sleep another power surge happened.

“Recite the Catechism of Direct Current.” The pimple faced Acolyte was barely old enough to drink my innersphere standards. Blake bless him, the boy was hopeless as a Adept Alpha, maybe an easier field like recruitment and reeducation would have suited him better.

“And did you Danny?”

“No Precentor Sandtanner...” The boys voice was sullen. Danny had a good heart, but he didn't have the mind for the complexities of techno-theology. I should really look into reassignment for him...maybe see if there are any spots available in recruitment.

“Okay, well. Lets try it together this time then maybe we can get some sleep.” He took a deep breath By Blake and his Blessed Saint let this work. “Great is the Pulse, for it is a messenger among the stars. So too is the current which gives the pulse its creed, whose sparks are blessed hymms for our-” Flipping the heavy breaker switch the soft hum of electricity returning at once. The radio attached to the belt of his ceremonial robes came alive with a beautiful cascade of reports each confirming their success.

He looked back at Danny, who was either vigorously trying to hide something in his nose or perpahps pull what little brains he had out of his nostril using only his pointer finger. With a heavy sigh Demi-Precentor Herschel Sandtanner walked out of the room, making as much haste as he could to his chambers before some other switch or button decided to break.

Edited by Gammadin, 09 August 2012 - 11:43 AM.


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Posted 09 August 2012 - 04:28 AM

Just before dawn July 29 3049
HPG Relay Facility of Hope


Two lone figures standing taller than the hill upon which they topped stood silent vigil over the pass leading from town up to the On-again / Off-Again Relay station of the Comstar branch of Hope. Bygone statues and a reminder of days yore and the Golden Age of Man now lost. (Geez those frakers still give me the creeps, like they're watching me and know everything I've ever done... Frakers, I swear if I wasn't afraid Desire wouldn't shoot me in the back.. No way man, not again E.V.E.R. Damn creepy Mechs, Damn creepy acolytes, damn creepy religion. This better make us even Desire.. I swear, next time I'll take her down for sure.}

Inside as Precentor Sandtanner had just about drifted off to sleep finally with the meditative sound of the Relay's core reactors strumming along happily as it came up through his bed chamber, an annoying little beep start chiming from the screen next to his bed. Looking over through red blood shot eyes he could see that the screen was showing a scene of the outside camera and a young girl pacing back and forth as if deciding wither or not to make her way past the two steel sentinels that stood guard to the grounds and compound beyond.


July 29th 2000 hrs 3049
The Firezone arcade Upper East Side, Hope


As Michael Sandiego finished off the last mech in the wave, for who knows how many umpteenth time today, he couldn't help but be brought out of his daydream (of being one of the Matriarh's personal guard.) but notice the doe eyed brunette leaning on the back of his console. She was young probably in her mid to late teens and attached to her, like a life line, clutching her left hand a wide eyed boy no more than eight or nine spoke up, at the moment Michael turned around, with excitement and over abundance of verbal stumbling, Oh m..man Y Your like the Best e..v.er.. I mean you.re so awesome, can you teach me how to play like t.that?" His poor puppy dog eyes and the girls cleavage as she leaned over the console with a, what you going do?, shrug put him at a bit of a disadvantage and slight unease.

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Posted 09 August 2012 - 06:46 PM

July 29th, 2000, 3049
Firezone arcade

Michael Sandiego sighed inwardly, then shrugged and smiled at the kid.

"Sure, kid. Why not?" he replied as he flashed the girl a grin. "I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind if I teach you a bit, hm?" Michael looked at the hotty, hoping that he guessed right and that she was actually the kid's sister.

He then showed the kid some of the basics of how to work the virtual mechs (using his own money of course). I better get at least something for spending some of my cash on this kid, he thought. Soon the young boy was firing away wildly at his mech. Michael dodged the kid's attacks and sent a few of his own shots at the kid's mech, before allowing himself to lose in a firey blaze of glory. "Good job kid, you got me!"

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Posted 09 August 2012 - 08:36 PM

Morning of the 29th
Demi-Precentor Sandtanner's chamber.
Hope.

Demi-Precentor Herschel Sandtanner hadn't slept in nearly forty hours, and with a mysterious young woman figuratively standing on his door step he doubt he'd get a chance too feel the relaxing sensation of the cool side of his pillow anytime soon. Suppressing the urge to yawn he stared with blood shot eyes at the security monitor. The young lady paced back and forth like dog that needed to get past the front door and into the yard to pee. Unfortunately, between the awful camera angles and her down turned face he couldn't tell who she was. However her nervous composure marked her as a local more likely than not, rarely did pirates and cutthroats take the time to be worried about anything.

It was rather unusual for a local to approach the compound, aside from the small handful they employed for janitorial duties. More likely than not the young lady was looking for a free meal, occasionally the truly desperate would come to the HPG and sit through a serman in-exchange for a bite to eat. Sandtanner hated the life the poor souls had to live, the pirates where cruel masters, and rape and murder where common, but the tenets of faith where strict when it came to outsiders and no member of Comstar was to become involved with local politics. They where strictly a messenger service to all but the faithful.

Clearing his throat as he reached for his personal radio he thumbed the dial to his chief of security.

“G'morning Angie”

“Good morning Precentor Sandtanner, need something?” The voice on the other end belonged to Angela Jericho, a short and angry woman from lyran space who for some unknown reason to Sandtanner seemed to be constantly annoyed by him. He couldn't help but think she sounded close to retching when she verbalized his name.

“We've a young lady on the doorstep. A local I think, would you care to-”

“Remove her sir?” She sounded excited by the prospect of giving the young lady the boot.

“What? No, absolutely not adept. Whom ever she is, she's a guest at the steeple of Blake and will be treated with respect. Send a few of your lads to escort her to the mess. Make sure they offer her some breakfest, you know how starved most of the locals are. I'll be down to meet with her after i've gotten dressed and checked in on the control chapel....oh and Angie...tell them to be polite.

The chief of security grunted, a sign of confirmation of his orders and contempt of the man who gave them. Blessed Blake, what did I ever do to her? Herschel thought to himself, dawning his vestments and making his way down the steps that connected his chambers to the central control room of the Pulse Relay.

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Posted 13 August 2012 - 03:54 PM

July 29th 2030 hrs 3049
The Firezone arcade

Michael Sandiego sighed inwardly, then shrugged and smiled at the kid, "Sure, kid Why not?" he replied as he flashed the girl a grin. "I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind if I teach you a bit, hm?"

The young lady released the boy's hand at this and a momentary rush of red enhanced her already lightly powered checks, Michael could tell as he drew nearer that she mustn't be your common teenage girl, nor from around her either. Yes, it was obvious she had taken measures to blend herself in as much as she thought was possible, the dirty jeans, soiled tee, and even a rib in her right tennis shoe. They were good enough to fool most, but Michael's keen eyes (from years of gaming simulators and hide and seek) could spot the little nuances such as how her hair seemed to have no split ends, her fingernails showed no scratches or signs of dirt, and most importantly she stood rigid for a moment as he approached. These were all tell tale signs of something amiss, however like most teenage boys his age while he may have noticed them, they failed to make much of an impression when compared to her firm perky ******* and tight uncovered midsection, so were quickly tossed aside by his hormonal brain and lost.

Michael spent the better part of the next hour showing the boy the ropes and finally dying such a heroic death that he had to have put some type of an impression upon you boy and his even more attractive charge, he thought to himself, as he stood there somewhat winded and drained from looking that good at being just bad enough to dye without the kid being any the wiser and actually making him think he'd legitimately won. "Hah Ha, OH MAN I beat you. I Can't believe it, I honestly beat you. Take that you Kurita scum. (obviously referring to Michael's choice of a Panther in the game) Crawl back to your master like the snake you are! Ha Hah Ha." there was a sudden sharp shrilling pain that filled the arcade like a banshee wailing in the bog., M.I.C.H.E.A.L!! Du.PREE... You apologize to this man right now and to these people. THAT is NO WAY to behave, You HEAR me young Man?.. NOW!!!" The boy quickly hunkered down like that of a scolded dog and whimperingly complied "I...I.. I'm sorry everyone...I didn't mean tooo..oo.oo" as tears started to well up and stream down his face.

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Posted 13 August 2012 - 04:37 PM

Dawn break July 29th 3049
Outside the Hope HPG Relay

"No Thank you, for the hundredth time.. I want nothing to do with whatever it is that goes on in your cult, religion, sacrificial chamber or whatever you call it that lies in there... Please just tell you Priest or Precentor or whatever you call him, that I need to see him out here as soon as possible, it's urgent that I talk to him. Tell him it's a matter of the utmost importance (for the life of me I can't begin to imagine why.. but whatever if this gets me out of owing the fraking witch) I have an important message from the city for him that must be delivered into his hands only." The stern looking man dressed in the whites and silver accents of a Comstar liaison officer's BDUs (yeah liaison my sweet hinie, Mags thought to herself) kept peering at the dirty blonde haired girl, with her smudge filled face and bright crystal blue eyes, as if he was either dumb or just that uncaring. Mags figured it must be the later and was beginning to think about wither to call this whole thing off as the uniform in front of her moved to grab her arm in a firm yet gentle hold. "and as I've told you before mam, the Precentor has instructed us to make sure you are well feed and not turned away. So. Now, if you will just come with me please you can see him after you have eaten and been properly greeted." (Greeted?! What the hell did that mean?! I'll show him greeted in a minute if he doesn't get his fraking hands off of...) her thoughts drowned off and became blurry as she looked upon the doorway and vision of beauty that was just then stepping out of the doorway and into the open grounds as the light caught his glistening hair (was this the angel of whom Desire constantly spoke and couldn't shut up about? It is rather enchanting and dreamlike, his appearance and this sudden feeling that seems to be washing over me) she thought or maybe it had something to do with the small burning pinch she felt at her neck just before everything went into vague shades of black.

Jimmy Cook stood there, in his bleached pearl white BDUs propping the girl up and removing the tiny pin like needle from the back of the girls neck as the Precentor approached. He hoisted her up and cradled her like a newly wed couple or a jock about to throw his girl into the pool with no effort what so ever. "Poor thing must have fainted from the sight of my dear Precentor. What should I do with her your grace? To the infirmary? or shall I have her sent back to town?" Cook spoke his words seemly a mix of relish and awe at the same time.


July 29th 0615 hrs 3049
9th Warehouse Interior, Hope


Odin McGregor, A fiery light reddish blonde Irishman full in both girth and kilt, was just leaving storage door 22 behind and beginning to walk out of the 9th warehouse building when he heard a loud "clang, tick, clang" coming from the far side or the hallway and towards the nearest loading door for the main supplies and storage area. He decided instead of haphazardly running down to see what it was, that he would quietly as possible creep down for a look see. He quickly typed into his handheld "Mark, will see you soon. going to check out this noise coming from the main. if not there in 15 get your as# over here." and slowly tiptoed towards the hallway's opening. (Hell there isn't even any cover here and why the hell did they decide the lights had to be right overhead and at the entrances and exits, man talk about paranoid. guess it would be a great idea if the cameras in here still worked) peeked out into the huge expanse not knowing what he expected to find. Looking in, everything seemed normal enough, the crates and metal cargo containers were still stacked like last time. The canvas covering the giant mech was still at a somewhat off angle at the top and near it's right foot was cracked as always. The hover-limo belonging to David Dukes, chairman and Vice-counselor of Hope was collecting dust as it had been for the last 3 years he'd been in here on and off.

A small black cat suddenly leaped into view near a giant monkey wrench like device right in front of the claw like foot on the mech. (Well now aren't you a sight?) "Ere now, ere kitty kit.ty kit.ty" The cat approached timidly at first and then suddenly lept into McGregor's arms. "Ell now what mightin you be doin ere?" he began to stroke the cat as he began to leave, it's purring comforting him as they walked down the hallway and towards the exit. "Man you'ere sure a loud ittle buggert aren't ya?" the cat just sighed and continued to feel the warmth and safety of McGregor's comforts as they passed through the exit door and headed towards the bar, happy in thought that it was getting far away from that rhythmic humming that had just started up and the high pitched whine of something back in that huge expanse being left behind.

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Posted 15 August 2012 - 01:58 PM

View PostOni Storm, on 13 August 2012 - 03:54 PM, said:

July 29th 2030 hrs 3049
The Firezone arcade

Michael Sandiego sighed inwardly, then shrugged and smiled at the kid, "Sure, kid Why not?" he replied as he flashed the girl a grin. "I'm sure your sister wouldn't mind if I teach you a bit, hm?"

The young lady released the boy's hand at this and a momentary rush of red enhanced her already lightly powered checks, Michael could tell as he drew nearer that she mustn't be your common teenage girl, nor from around her either. Yes, it was obvious she had taken measures to blend herself in as much as she thought was possible, the dirty jeans, soiled tee, and even a rib in her right tennis shoe. They were good enough to fool most, but Michael's keen eyes (from years of gaming simulators and hide and seek) could spot the little nuances such as how her hair seemed to have no split ends, her fingernails showed no scratches or signs of dirt, and most importantly she stood rigid for a moment as he approached. These were all tell tale signs of something amiss, however like most teenage boys his age while he may have noticed them, they failed to make much of an impression when compared to her firm perky ******* and tight uncovered midsection, so were quickly tossed aside by his hormonal brain and lost.

Michael spent the better part of the next hour showing the boy the ropes and finally dying such a heroic death that he had to have put some type of an impression upon you boy and his even more attractive charge, he thought to himself, as he stood there somewhat winded and drained from looking that good at being just bad enough to dye without the kid being any the wiser and actually making him think he'd legitimately won. "Hah Ha, OH MAN I beat you. I Can't believe it, I honestly beat you. Take that you Kurita scum. (obviously referring to Michael's choice of a Panther in the game) Crawl back to your master like the snake you are! Ha Hah Ha." there was a sudden sharp shrilling pain that filled the arcade like a banshee wailing in the bog., M.I.C.H.E.A.L!! Du.PREE... You apologize to this man right now and to these people. THAT is NO WAY to behave, You HEAR me young Man?.. NOW!!!" The boy quickly hunkered down like that of a scolded dog and whimperingly complied "I...I.. I'm sorry everyone...I didn't mean tooo..oo.oo" as tears started to well up and stream down his face.


Michael did think that the woman looked out of place... but damn was she fiiiine.

His thoughts were banished though during the battle, and once the kid won he grinned at the boy's response. "Yep, you got me! I shall commit seppeku to gain what honor I have lost!" He made the cutting motions with his hands and fell to his knees.

Then Michael glanced back up and almost covered his ears at the woman's sharp reprisal for the boy's behavior. He blinked as he saw the boy start to cry and looked over at the girl.

Man, what a *****, he thought... then realized he said so out loud.

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Posted 15 August 2012 - 03:19 PM

July 29th 2145 hrs 3049
Gaming floor of the Firezone Arcade

"What a *Bee..Itch" is all the young lady heard as she was struck with shock and stooper as the words hit her and sent hear verbally reeling. "Hey wait wait wait (Who did this cur think he was?) you have no idea what you're saying here or who this young man is. He knows better than this and was raised better, weren't you Micheal? If I let him get away with such well [she passed]well the Matriarch would have my skin, let's just leave it at that shall we? Now then I thin we started off on the right foot before stepping into this quagmire of events. Why don't you let me handle dinner for us all before Micheal and I have to head home, what do you say? Please.. I'm sure Micheal would enjoy your company mister? mister?" the young girl asked sheepishly. "MISTER AWESOME" the boy spoke up. "Raina can we have ice cream and cake too? I want some cake." and with that it seemed like the boy had turned a complete 180 and was beaming with delight.

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Posted 15 August 2012 - 06:49 PM

Hope HPG


Precenter Sandtanner took a point to talk to every man and woman under his command, nearly two dozen in total, every time he passed them in the stark white halls of the HPG compound. He’d been raised with old earth manners and not speaking to someone just seemed…wrong. So, as he made his way to the mess he was forced to stop a handful of times to make sure no one need everything, to hear what small things were happening in his flocks lives, or the occasional gossip. His most recent companion in conversation was the elderly Daniel Jacobson III , the father of the well-meaning but simple adept Daniel “Danny” Jacobson IV, a man vision may have dulled years ago but his wit (and dirty mouth) had stayed as sharp as any young half his age might have.

“******? Nearly killed him!” The old man finished another one of his so called “Punny jokes” with a wink. The precentor laughed. Jacobson was a true believer in the words of the blessed Blake, one of the most devote men he’d met to be honest, and he somehow balanced his faith with a “worldy” view and appreciation for a dirty jokes.

“Oh, Daniel. We should get you on the First Circuit. I’m sure the Primus would love to have an ol’jester like yourself sitting on his lordly council.” The look of feigned fear that passed on Jacobson’s face was priceless.

“Please Precentor, I’ll be a good boy, I promise. No need to go electing me for nuthin”

They parted ways laughing. What I would do for seven more of him around here. Sandtanner thought to himself as he finally made his way to the compounds mess hall. He was shocked to find their young guest being held like a rag doll by one of the compounds security personal. Inwardly Sandtanner groaned when he saw who was holding the poor girl.

Jimmy cook, like most people he’d met with the name Jimmy, was instantly dislikable. Sandtanner had desperately tried to transfer the ever suspicious looking young man a dozen or more times, but each attempt was met with the same reply, a simply worded message that said “Security Personal is not your concern.”

"Poor thing must have fainted from the sight of my dear Precentor. What should I do with her your grace? To the infirmary, or shall I have her sent back to town?” His voice reminded the Precentor of a child who took pleasure out of kicking dogs.

“Are you daft lad? Take her to the Infirmary, now Adept.” There was a hint of threat in his voice, as if daring the young man to disobey the order, but the young man simply smiled.

“At once sir.”

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Posted 15 August 2012 - 07:34 PM

July 29th 2350 hours 3049
Outside Playful Kitten Brothel, Ryan's Retreat

Johann’s eyes followed his prey intently, eyes never wavering from their target. Slowly he brought his flask to his lips, and took a deep swig of the foul smelling alcohol. He licked his lips involuntarily, savoring the thought of the hunt, and the chase, and finally the prize.
The young, scantily clad woman stood underneath a corrugated metal awning, shielding herself from the rain while she waited for customers. Lighting up a cigarette, she slowly walked away from the other girls, and stood clad in shadow, with only the light from her cigarette illuminating her face. Sitting in the back of the dilapidated hovercar, Johann knew now was his moment to strike. His prey had wandered from the herd, and was his for the taking. His hand reached for the handle to the door.

“Hey look alive! The dumb SOB is finally done.” Ortelli called from the driver’s seat. Fishing another cigarette from the pack, Kendrick Ortelli lit up with practiced ease before starting up the aged car’s engine. Johann closed his eyes and took a deep breath before shifting his gaze from the young prostitute to the doors of the brothel they were parked in front of. Xerxes Khyron was lumbering down the steps towards them, clothes uncharacteristically disheveled, but grinning from ear to ear. As he approached the car, Johann reclined in the seat and took another deep swig from the flask. They were going to be hearing about this for quite some time.
“What are you so godamn happy about Xerx? You are down here to the cathouse every other day.” Johann grumbled.
“Two for one special bossman. You boys missed out.” Xerxes said through his enormous grin. He flexed his arms in the car as Ortelli pulled out into the street. “Had to get a couple of energetic ones tonight, I was feelin it after being cooped up in the tank all day.”
Johann said nothing and just took another swig from his flask. As he lay in the back seat, Johann could feel himself drifting to sleep as Xerxes began to describe his debaucherous night in detail to Ortelli, much to the horror of the young lad. With a smirk, Johann closed his eyes and dreamt of the hunt.

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Posted 16 August 2012 - 01:45 PM

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Johann closed his eyes and dreamt of the hunt.

As Johann lay in the wistful rocking motion of sleep he was awoken by the cries of gulls as they circled overhead. The rocking of the waves and rustling sail stirred him even more as the breeze and waves lapped the ship's sides. Turning over from the glaring sun and trying to rescue his chest from the burn that had started to ensue. He couldn't help but notice to buxom blonde and her arm that was pinned beneath him, and upon her belly was draped yet another young woman, this one being perhaps in her late teens at best and appeared to be all that much of a vixen as her senior. The only difference being that as she lay there on top of the other woman he could notice a sticky red oozing syrupy substance coming from her mouth that seemed to leak and slowly continue pouring in cascading crimson streams upon the blonde's chest and shoulder as it crept, running down her arm and unto the deck.

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Posted 17 August 2012 - 05:08 AM

July 29th 3049
Aegis Class Heavy Cruiser
Stationary drift near the local planetoid Voltre's Rock,
edge of the Purgatory system

Alexander stood within his circle of equals drenched in sweat, his breathing heavy and returning to normal, hands and mouth covered in blood. "Are there any other who dare oppose me?" he said with a wicked half bloody smile as he put a foot upon the fallen elemental's chest that lay sprawled out on the ground before him. He had just barely made it into this final Blooding Batchell for the "Right of Bidding" and really had no idea what to do now. his earlier plan of non-interest had served him well as many of the sibko mates and their respective Stars had gone earlier in and been whipped from the bidding altogether with the last loss by Elizabeth to this behemoth beneath him. He looked around to see if any others were about to step forth, but none decided to challenge him after having seen what befell his last opponent and still wondering if the Star Captain before that would be alright again in time for the assault. "If there are no further challengers, then let us close the Circle and bring forth your representatives. These final five Ristars [rising stars], who shall bid for the great honor of leading the first of many charges, as we take back The Great Father's lands and return to Terra!" said the jade robed form before him in a loud non womanly tone. She dropped her hood then and began to quote passages from the Clan's long history referred to as the Remembrance as the other four moved to stand beside him. "Seyla" rang out from ever member in attendance at the five gathered figures that stood in the center now, cauldrons of green flame highlighting their faces, as Star Colonel Alexis Visla finished the litany and the music of drums and flutes began to play. The cauldrons were carried to the center each by a muscled behemoth nearly half again the size of a normal man and tipped over into the centralized pit forming a huge bonfire there in, that washed forth and kissed each of those gathered with it's intensified airy warmth. Alexis disrobed then as her attendants donned her in the traditional vestment of celebration revealing to Alexander what a true woman and leader she had become. Green feathered plums covered her shoulders and waist now, her head covered in a full headdress of shimmering shades of green, and as the music grew louder and the drum beats more pronounced she began the dance of the ancients that lead the way to the new path of glory (and what a glorious sight to behold) Thought Alexander as he too joined in the revelry to a new dawning age of the Falcons.


July 29th 0730 3049
Corridors of Hope HGP Relay


As Mags limp lifeless body was traveling through the corridors carried by the now somewhat agitated Jimmy cook (malnourished my butt, she wieghs a ton) voices seemed to stream in from nowhere in particular "So you see the man was a hoarse whisperer" came a cackling familiar voice. "Nope, I'm sorry dad. I still don't get it. What's so funny about a deaf priest and a mute midget?" but both quickly faded as a purple haze clouded her mind and visions again.

Precentor Sanderson, followed the ever stern Jimmy on down the corridor as they began to pass the two Jacobsons talking in the hallway. "Oh my, what has happened here my dear Precentor? You weren't off showing this lady the "light" (he reached hand up his lips, thumb and forefinger pressed together against it and started inhaling) were you?" Danny smirked and then looked at the girl's face as Jimmy pushed past them both. "Dad! Do you know who that was? That's the girl from the bar the other night. You remember the one you tipped at the table." (Danny stopped short of describing the rest as he saw his father's fixed gaze and suddenly realized he'd said to much again) then cowed his head starring at the floor and the feet of the Precentor, still standing with them.

Edited by Oni Storm, 15 February 2013 - 07:55 PM.


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Posted 17 August 2012 - 12:57 PM

July 29th 0745 3049
Mess Hall Ryan's Rebals 2nd Battalion, 2nd Company's Compound; Hope

Revelry had sounded a scant hour ago and as Paris Cord put her tray on the conveyor belt in the mess to be processed and what passed for cleaning around here, she thought about how lucky it was to be her brother right now (at least he gets MREs while he's out there instead of this garbage-slop. Heck i betcha he even gets his hands on a fresh potato or two bastart)


July 29th 0800 3049
Sotherbee's Farm South West outskirts of Hope

As Phillip Cord took yet another bite from his ransomed potato he looked over at his beloved Pegasus, "Swift & Divine" trying to lose himself in the stylized face of the Angel that he'd had emblazoned upon her side just before they left on "Patrol"."Patrol" had been little more than going around to the various farms and farmers collecting the Matriarch's tithe and making sure the locals didn't forget who they owed their continued existence and "livelihood" to. It was this later show of force and demonstration that was going on in the background as he tried desperately to lose himself in his Angel's blue eyes. He taught about her sleek curves and toga and just how impressed she'd have been with him with his new command and having had her visage painted lovingly on the side of this 35 ton hovering beast. The Pegasus was no mere myth here though. It was a 35 ton machine of death bristling with lasers, and LRM rack, and even a small defense turret mounted machine gun for good measure against rival raiders or the locals for that matter. "We're done here com..man...der... Perhaps next You'll get involved Like the Rest of Us and get Your Hands Dirty too. Instead of just Standing Around daydreaming of that stupid **** of yours." said Graff McIntire, a man twice as wide as he was tall and ripped with muscles and scars all across his body, just before feeling the strike to his temple and seeing the ground closing with his face before the impact buried gravel into his cheeks and mouth. "And perhaps You'll do as You were Told next time Ser..Gent without any lip and I'll let you live." but Graff was far too gone all out of control as his body released it's fluids to comprehend any of this. "Pick that up and strap it to one of the Savannahs. We're moving out boys." (Yep she'd be very proud indeed)

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Posted 17 August 2012 - 06:07 PM

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Johann recoiled reflexively from the sight, scrambling away on all fours from the two women, before turning around a short distance away. The women lay still, as lifeless as the ship. They were beautiful, and their naked bodies bronze from the sun. Johann sat on his haunches, trying to puzzle out what had happened. The surroundings were beautiful, the air relaxed, and he had two naked women lying nearby. The only problem was the copious amounts of blood oozing from the younger woman's mouth. Johann had never been bothered by blood, and he was more annoyed at the sight of the blood ruining his fantasy. Suddenly the younger woman sat up, robotically, lifelessly. She looked at Johann with blank eyes and her mouth opened unnaturally wide. An unearthly moan erupted from her mouth, followed by an all encompassing blackness that obliterated the scene and swallowed him up whole.

July 30th 0510 hrs 3049
"Prescott's Perpetrators" Barracks

Johann's eyes snapped open, but he didn't start or shake. He'd had too many nightmares to freak out anymore.

"What. The. Frak. Was. That. "

Johann wiped his eyes and slowly sat up on his cot, swinging his legs over the side. Through the gloom of the darkened room, he could see Ortelli and Xerxes still sleeping peacefully. Xerxes continued to have a huge grin plastered over his face, no doubt reliving the exploits of the previous night. As quietly as he could, Johann stood up and slipped on his customary pair of BDU pants and boots, while leaving his chest bare. After exiting the sleeping quarters, Johann began to make the turn down the corridor towards the motor pool, and his tank. As he did however, he thought about his dream once more, and the two women featured in it. With a sinister smile, Johann turned around and headed in the opposite direction, towards the Ryan's Retreat Prison.

"I wonder if they have any new prospects for the bossman's use? No better way to start off the day..." Johann murmured to himself before heading down the stairs towards the brig.

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Posted 19 August 2012 - 10:33 AM

Rosey Moon Motel.
July 30th 0510 hrs 3049

Damn it was hot. That was the first thing that came to Louis' hungover mind. The second thought was that he wasn't alone. Cracking an eye he looked to the right at the naked figure slumbering soundly beside him. Rolling over Lou looked over the olive skinned beauty with the riot of raven black curls. Lucky then caressed her side nonchalantly sliding the cover further down revealing a blackish purple trampstamp in the shape of the Free World's Eagle tattooed on the small over her back. With a lecherous grin, Lou then reached over and groped a handfull of woman flesh, to which the woman let out a slight groan then grabbing his hand, tugged him closer to herself.

What was her name again? Claire, Clara, Clariece.... Ah, it's not important.

Edited by Thom Frankfurt, 25 August 2012 - 06:57 PM.


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Posted 20 August 2012 - 02:54 PM

July 29th 2330 hrs 3049
9th Warehouse interior, Hope

The final checks were complete and the neural ******* had done it's job beautifully, sure it had cost a small fortune but it'd all be worth it in a moment as she paid that bastord back (for doing her this way) The nights of loneliness, the feelings of disinterest and betrayal, soon he'd realize just what he was loosing out on by not being at her side. she pressed three more buttons and unfastened her blouse some more as the interior temperature started to climb as the start up sequence neared it's completion. The engine began to purr and her muscles tensed as the seat and floor beneath her started to vibrate and sway her side to side. She held a light hand on the throttle babying it forward and took her first step towards true freedom and revenge. with the second thundering step that echoed off the tin walls that surrounded her reverberating back at her, she increased her speed slightly. Stepping and smashing a full pallet of various monitors beneath her, as she pulled away from the tarp and revealed the "Ferrari" (Gawd how many times had she heard that?) of battlemechs, The Cicada step out into full view and basked itself in the light blue luminescence of the warehouse's overhead lights, it's yellow and black casing appearing to be a light green with deep forest black pin stripping. She set course through the just barely fastened gate, it's chains still dangling, and charged the doors out into the courtyard, ripping them off their hinges as she dashed past and out into the warehouse districts tarmac, throwing the few workers that remained around the area into chaos as they screamed and ran this way and that.


July 30 0000 hrs 3049
A ramshackle house just 3 minutes from 2nd Company's Mech staging area

Bjorn Iisenfaus was heavily lost in the land of dreams as the alarm klaxon began to sound, waking him startled from a deep enjoyable slumber. Further off the alarm sirens could be heard screaming off in the distance, coming from somewhere around the warehouse area if he remembered the tone correctly.

Edited by Oni Storm, 15 February 2013 - 07:57 PM.


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Posted 22 August 2012 - 07:31 PM

View PostOni Storm, on 20 August 2012 - 03:16 PM, said:

July 30 0000 hrs 3049
A ramshackle house just 3 minutes from 2nd Company's Mech staging area

Bjorn Iisenfaus was heavily lost in the land of dreams as the alarm klaxon began to sound, waking him startled from a deep enjoyable slumber. Further off the alarm sirens could be heard screaming off in the distance, coming from somewhere around the warehouse area if he remembered the tone correctly.

The alarm was the like the ringing of a thousand tiny bells against his head, already wracked with pain from a migrain earlier that evening. Did he really slept through the whole day yesterday? He thought so, and just stared at the metallic celing that was his room. Enjoyable would be a light term, his mind was filled with so many strange and unreasonable things he couldn't make heads or tails of it all. First he was in his Ost', the next he was in space suffocating. He couldn't make any heads or tail of it. When atlast he began to focus, the sounds of screams and sirens would finally start to have him realize that something was going on.

He stood up in bed slowly, disorientated as his eyes have yet to adjust to the sudden brightness of those long-tubed lights that blazed around his dingy room. He stood up, grabbed his side-arm; an antiqe .45 clip-fed pistol from the 22nd century, put on his pants and shirt, and would begin to walk toward the door.

He passed by his mirror and stopped; he looked at himself in the mirror and saw a slash of grey on the right side of his head and he hasn't shaved. Oh well.

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Posted 23 August 2012 - 08:01 AM

July 30th 0000 hrs 3049
City streets of Hope

The mech continued it's course through the city streets, weaving this way and that smashing parked cars and occasionally scrapping it's paint as it tore of awnings and business signs as it zipped past. Luckily, there was little traffic of either variety, of man or machine, out at this hour so these events were few and seemed more akin to avoidance than any act of deliberate destruction.


July 30th 0005 hrs 3049
Ice cream parlor 3rd and Pine

Michael had just finished off the last bit of his rocky road and sat his bowl down intending to grill the young hottie across from him for more information, as the boy sitting next to him continued to kick his feet and slurp on his second shake in a state of happy fulfillment. So far he had learned little from the tight lipped minx in regards to her past. He had learned however that the boy was the Matriarch's nephew and they were on an "adventure" and "not" to let anyone "know". Words that Micheal had come by not from via his conversation with the girl but from the boy beside him blurting them out in excited whispers halp the shop could have heard if anyone really paid attention to an eight year old's fantasy. Some of it must be true though Michael ascertained considering the girl's rigid back and how her eye had twitched when the boy said it. Michael was just about ask what she did for the boy and why they were here in the city when the air sirens began.

Rushing outside with the others to see what was happening they were stopped short at the door as a fat man suddenly dove back inside blocking the door as the thunderous sounds grew closer. Looking outside the storefront's windows most of the patrons had just enough time to blink and relieve themselves as a huge metal clawed foot passed over the top of their peripheral vision carrying away the awning in the process and cracking the wall. Without missing a beat the girl's arms jetted out grabbing both Micheal's and headed towards the streets. "Come on! We don't want to miss this! Do we?!"


July 30th 0007 hrs 3049
"Renegade" mech's cockpit

(Ah man, that was close.. Hope those people are ok) thought the raven haired beauty to herself as she quickly maneuvered to avoid yet another car (don't you people hear the sirens?) "GEt OFF the ROAD!!" she had the throttle at full and was doing her best not to do too much property damage as she pushed towards the south gate. Yet still, even with all that the Cicada could give her, some of local yokels were keeping pace behind her in various hover and sport cars. (At least I'll lose the wheelies once we're out in the farmlands, as for the others? Come on if you dare. It'll be nice to have some witnesses when I bring that place down)


July 30th 0010 hrs 3049
Ramshackle house; Hope

As Bjorn looked at himself through the looking glass, the image starring back at him caused a sudden sharp pain stabbing at his brain. (What the hell are you doing? Lucky is out there all alone and all the charms in the world aren't going to help him without a pilot) Then the pain was gone and just his image remained, dirty, gritty and waiting on him for action.

Edited by Oni Storm, 23 August 2012 - 08:22 AM.






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