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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 11, 2017 19:12:15 GMT
Tethran II. A large galaxy infamous for outlaws, pirates, mercenaries. A place free from the heavy law enforcement of the navy. The navy have been trying to move in and tame the wild galaxy into civilisation and although they have some patrols and space stations scattered throughout, all attempts to fully take control have failed. Spaceships to these times were deeply inspired by 18th century ships and evolved space combat forever. Broadside cannons upgraded to plasma shots instead of heavy balls of iron, lasers replaced swivel guns for accurate shots and penetration of the hull with added addition of rockets and missiles to break through and shatter energy Shields and disable engines. Their most prominent features are the masts holding solar sails consuming the light of the stars to power these beasts of the deep space. Fighter class starships brought future tactics to the traditional combat and became a vital asset for a frigate, destroyer and man 'o war class. The smaller, agile ships maneuver through space and between the crossfire in dogfight fashion against other fighters defending their vessels while attempting to cause some damage to their opponent's.
Recently, pirates and mercenaries have been going crazier than ever, plundering and searching with more vigor and aggression, there is good reason why. The self-proclaimed Pirate King, the wealthiest man with the strongest fleet of spaceships finally met his end and lost to the abyss of space. Before his demise, he loudly announced he stored his vast wealth in a secret location and scattered fragments of the map leading directly to it across the galaxy, revealing the locations of some pieces while the rest will 'show themselves eventually.' The infamous Pirate King had nothing else to lose so there was no real reason for him to lie and this caused every pirate and mercenary, fresh faced and hardened veterans, to go into a frenzy to find these pieces and the treasure. Blood will be shed, violence will escalate. Pirates, mercenaries and the navy are not the only dangers out there. Alien space monsters that many named after sea creatures of legend such as the Kraken and Leviathan roam this galaxy and looking for ships to prey upon and rumours of a Literal Ghost Spaceship branded the Soulless sails through space without a single soul to man the vessel, feared for it's merciless lust for destruction of any ship that it comes across.
A Captain originating outside of Tethran II, going by the name of Silver, has come to search for this treasure and claim the fortune and fame that will be achieved upon it's discovery. Ambitious? Mad? Confident? Cocky? One thing is for sure, his frigate-class vessel named the Black Diamond can survive the harsh galaxy, it's heavily reinforced hull is painted a dark black to blend into the dark Abyss that is space. It's portholes hide powerful plasma cannons on the Port and Starboard of the Frigate, enough kick to punch a hole through a ship and do some heavy damage, laser swivel guns to cut a hull in half and seeker missiles hidden underneath the ship, ready to torpedo through Shields and blast engines into black matter. The Frigate is a very impressive vessel, but it will count for nothing if Silver does not have natives familiar with the galaxy, he will beaten to the fragments before he knows where to start looking, and that is a quest he is currently undergoing; searching for the best of the best Tethran II has to offer.
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"Approaching Space Station Mothra. Permission to initiate the docking procedure, sir." A soft, feminine voice echoes around the navigation sector, in the mid level of the Black Diamond, a 20 inch tall hologram of a woman appears in the center of the large holo-map of this solar system of Thethran II. Her slim body appears to have flowing data etched into it decoratively, glowing a dull purple hue. Her face appears youthful and hair flowing down the back of her neck is a ponytail, eye glowing the same colour purple as her body. Her voice has a faint buzz behind her words as every A.I does. He watches the Captain pace around the navigation map, moving his hand in a gesture to zoom and enlarge the display of the Space Station, a proud smirk appearing on his features. The notorious Sparrow must be here, he thinks, her fighter pilot skills and supposed genius of a sister would make a fine addition to his crew. "Permission granted, Katie." He says in a smooth and confident voice. The A.I named Katie nods before evaporating into thin air, she makes the necessary controls to begin docking.
While the Frigate does that, Silver turns to the ones he invited into the room. His companions and inner circle. Some he has worked hard to find and offered them deals they cannot refuse, and his others have been loyal to him for a very long time. He trusts them as if they were his own family. "We are searching for a Klieku that goes by the name of Sparrow, I'm sure some of you find the name familiar. My scout says she is currently in the Rocket Man bar. I'm sure some other interesting people will be drinking there and making business too. So, do I have any volunteers to make contact? I hear she's quite the firecracker." A grin forms on his lips, Kliekus are usually charming individuals. However, he has heard stories this one is as friendly as a Shra'kahn during war season. Quite the character...
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Sparrow sits on a stool in the Rocket Man, nursing the neck of her half empty beer bottle. She has just completed one hell of a contract, escorting a convoy of merchant ships from one station to this one. Pirates just love to raid merchants and they came in the bucket load. She held them off with the other hired muscle but not without the loss of one ship, which was docked off her pay. That didn't put her in the best of moods. She held the line, some of the fighters bullrushed ahead to meet the pirates half way, completely forgetting their duty to protect the ships. She felt like facepalming behind her console at the amateur move, their self control for blood was terrible. Still, 6,000 credits is not something to look down on.
She can hear the loud roars of what sounds like a frigate class ship docking, the distance and walls of the bar muffled the sound but can still be faintly heard, sounds like something impressive... She then thinks back to Miyo, her baby sister. She decided to stay in the Phoenix, the sister's black and red fighter ship, making the necessary repairs and some performance improvements. She is most happy when she is being tech savvy, it is one of the few things that makes Sparrow smile; her sister's joy. The life of a slave was rough on them both some years back, but Miyo is doing well to either get over it or learning to live with it. She's proud of her.
She takes a long swig from her drink as she waits for her client to show up, who should have another contract to offer her. They could use all the credits they can get right now, Miyo is capable of modifying the Phoenix into something worthy of getting them out of the shit heap of a galaxy and live life somewhere more peaceful. She just needs the resources, and resources require a fuck ton of credits. One step at a time... Hopefully the man won't take any longer than he has to, she's beginning to get a little inpatient.
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Post by projectekertest33 on May 11, 2017 22:02:42 GMT
Wykurd watches the captain her yellow eyes unmoving the only sign that she heard him is a slight shift of her weight causing her cybernetic legs to give off a low whirr. The name Sparrow means nothing to her she cares little for reputations preferring to form her own opinions upon encountering a person.
Wykurd didn't speak up but then again she rarely spoke at all most of the time simply waiting for instructions causing many to say that she was more robotic then most Exo. If the captain told her to lift something she'd lift it, if he told her to go somewhere she went and if he told her to kill someone she ripped them limb-from-limb. When not following instructions Wykurd could normally be found napping to conserve her strength. More then once crew members had hesitantly woken her up to inform her that she was sleeping on something important and had to move. Wykurd's habit of napping was something she developed as a pit-fighter when she had to fight multiple matches a day so any chance was rest was to be exploited as much as possible.
Most of the crew were nervous around Wykurd having seen what she could do in combat but her loyalty to the captain was beyond question. She knew they called her "dog" behind her back, not that she'd ever seen a dog but she gathered that they were famed for their blind obedience, and it was true Wykurd needed a "master" the two months she'd spent without one had been the worst of her life; crawling on her belly, feeding off scraps, the captain had saved her from that and in return she turned his enemies into large piles of meat.
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Post by jackygirl on May 11, 2017 23:26:25 GMT
Morgan sat in the Rocket Man drinking the piss they called beer, he could brew better in a bucket next to a leaky engine and often had. Morgan had spent a week on Mothra Station after his last ship ended it's run here nervously wondering around hoping someone would recognise him but no luck. He'd been hired onto a salvage expedition as a gunner for a run to the Great Debris Belt during which he'd spent most of his time shooting chunks of metal before they could impact with the ship; a waste of his talents but he'd brewed a nice batch of booze and got paid well so it worked out. Now it looked like he was going to have to try another station best get looking for a ship to take him there and earn some cash along the way.
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Post by Deaths on May 12, 2017 3:24:27 GMT
"I saw your grades you're doing amazing. Better than your old man anyway." Atton smiles while chatting with Kea, it was noon where she was and she had a few moments between classes. Her smile lightens up his soul he could talk to her forever and it still wouldn't be enough time. "Dad's got to go I got a new employer, some crazy who thinks he's going to find lost treasure." He laughs at his half truth, Atton had convinced her he was just a simple guide showing people around the galaxy which is partly true.
"Ah that sounds so cool, you're like one of those old time treasure hunters." Kea squeals with excitement with her hands covering her mouth. "I'm going to so tell my friends, how cool your work is. Do you think you could send any relics or anything? It would make my dorm so cool!" She yells excitedly, "Oh damn...darn I got to go I'm late bye dad love you." She waves then ends the chat, Atton stares at the blank screen for a few moments before opening his cyber eyes. The others ad began the meeting while he was talking to his daughter it seems, "Oh well." He smirks as he thinks to himself, the captain finishes talking there's a moment of silence so Atton decides to break it. "Sparrow and I have never met, but we run in similar circles I should go talk to her." He begins stretching his arms with an exaggerated yawn. "She shot at me once, so things will go great. No way she'll know it was me, I happened upon convoy she was protecting it got ambushed and I happened to get caught in the cross fire." Standing from his chair he begins to walk towards the exit. "I'll be back in a few hours, hopefully with our new teammates." He calls out as he walks to the upper deck awaiting the ship to full dock.
It was nice to get off the ship being cramped up too long has negative effects on morale after all. Though it's only been a few months since the last time he was on Mothra the place had changed a bit, that's how it is on these outlaw stations everyone's trying to move up so a steady supply of newcomers was normal. Pushing his way around the station Atton eventually finds his way into the Rocket Man, now here's a place that hasn't changed a bit. His posture was lazy and unassuming his eyes got to work scanning everyone in the bar and matching them up to known records. A few of his 'friends' hooked his new brain up with a few passwords and encryptions helping him access lesser know data. Putting it shortly there's no one in space Atton can't find info out on as long as he can lay eyes on them.
He begins to order a shot of whiskey, but his eyes ping with his target. "Hey I'm renting a VIP room tell your boss it's for 'Star Killer'." His voice turns suave as he begins to transform into he salesman persona. "It'll be at no charge, also in five minutes send the most expensive drink you have to that one over there." His voice is low making sure others don't hear, as his eyes show the way to sparrow. "Thanks you're such a sweet girl." He finishes talking to the bartender before she can respond, he makes sure to tip her 1,000 credits so she gets a move on. Walking across the bar and up the stairs he finds the VIP section he takes the first room on the left closing the door he sits down relaxed leaning on his left arm as it holds his drink, his right leg thrown over his left knee, all he can do now is wait. "This is Atton I've secured a VIP room at the bar and am waiting for contact now." He sends a report to Katie for the others to hear, with nothing left to do he sips his whiskey and taps his foot in anticipation.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 12, 2017 7:25:02 GMT
Sparrow is about finished with her beer when the barmaid gives her a half glass of Venus Scotch Whiskey, by far the most ridiculously expensive drink you can buy here. She is about to protest that she didn't order this ludicrous alcohol until the barmaid speaks first. "Courtesy of the human in the VIP booth, goes by the name Starkiller." She says with a forced, rehearsed smile before turning her attention to another customer. Sparrow turns her head into the direction the barmaid nodded to indeed see a human in the booth on his own, he's definitely not her contact, unless the Exos finally managed to mimic a human body. He looks the type to charm and buy his way into something he wants, be it an opportunity or somebody's pants, and what kind of stupid name is Starkiller? Did they decide on it when they were eight years old? Eurgh. She stares at him blankly for a few seconds before turning back to the drink. How cliché, buy an expensive drink for a woman in hopes to impress her enough that she will fuck you for the next hour. If she had time and wasn't in a foul fucking mood, she would have considered it. But being as she is currently in the opposite of those two things, she wants nothing to do with this.
The Klieku looks to the left of her and sees by far the most grotesque, butt fucking ugly thing she has ever seen in her life. It looks as if a Wulfrigerd and a human tried to mate and that gave birth to an intergalactic pusbag. Obese, teeth yellowing and a few missing, she can actually see a thin layer of sweat on her arms and the smell does everything it possible can to make Sparrow gag, it takes all of her willpower not to. But this sight has given her an idea to kill two birds with one stone... She pushes the glass of Venus in front of Jabba the Hut, which she's having a pretty fucking hard time telling if it's male or female, and looks at it in the eye. "For you, from the human over in the VIP. If you ask me, I think he wants to get laid. Hell if I know why he would wanna fuck a walking bag of feaces but each to their own I guess." She says with a shrug of her shoulders. The thing from the swamp didn't look to happy with Sparrow's jabs, growling low and balling it's hand into a fist. The Klieku would happily beat this thing around, maybe she could punch it pretty. However, she is waiting on the Exo and she can't afford being kicked out. She holds a hand up to stop her before she can say anything. "Look you can insult me back or punch me in the jaw, we brawl it out and both get kicked out. Or, you accept the offer that has been laid out for you and roll around under the sheets with pretty boy over there and trust me, you should probably take whatever you can get." For a rare moment, the Klieku's natural persuasion shines from Sparrow, who is as charming as a rock with spikes. She turns back to her beer and takes a long swig. She could almost hear the gears whirling inside it's head and out of the corner of her eye, sees it lick it's lips with a disgusting grin and heading over to the VIP, Venus drink in hand. Oh my fucking God, she can breathe again! She didn't think that would work for a second. She chuckles to herself with a shit eating smirk, Starkiller is about to meet the dullest star in the cosmos. That's hilarious to her.
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Post by Deaths on May 12, 2017 14:14:12 GMT
Atton sighs as he watches Sparrow's little game play out. His eyes were focused and zoomed in on her, his cyber brain made lip reading easy, and he was not amused. The idea of just knocking this disgusting beast out did come up, but that would be a waste of time and bring more headaches than it was worth. He scans his new incoming threat and notices their bank account is on the low side.
An evil smile forms on his face as he comes up with his counter attack. Sitting up straight he puts his drink on the table when the beast finally makes it into his booth, Atton has a million dollar smile he nods at the target and raises his left hand in an effort to silence her.
"I took a look at your finances, I've just transferred you 500 credits all you have to do is go back to the bar and sit as close as possible to the woman that sent you over here. Tell her you'll leave if she comes and speaks to me. If not," He passes taking in a breath through his mouth careful not to smell. "I'll pay you 500 credits an hour until she comes over here, when she does I'll throw in an extra 1,000. The easy part is all you have to do is sit by her, you can ignore her little insults, just sit there and drink." Atton's has been telling people what to do his whole life, now that he's saved up a bit of play money, with addition to the signing bonus from the captain people love to do what he says.
The creature smiles a bit Atton swears he can see dollar signs in it's eyes, the beast breaks into a light jog well the closes it can to a jog and hurries back to it's seat this time sitting down as close to Sparrow as possible he's pretty sure one of its rolls even touched her. He matches her shit eating grin with one of his own, as he leans back making eye contact with Sparrow as he raises his drink in a mocking toast to her. "Waiting on you sweety." He mouths to her then takes another sip of his whiskey
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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 12, 2017 15:44:27 GMT
Sparrow raises an eyebrow as the pusbag makes it's way back and sits very close to her, too close. Fuck this, one lost meeting is worth anything than being here, this bar is shitty anyway. Out of her end of patience she faces the bastard monstrosity. "You have one chance. Move or I'll do something that will get me kicked out." She says in a threatening whisper, blocking out the vile smell as she leans close. The thing smiles something horrifying and Sparrow rolls her eyes. Well, she warned it. Picking up her nearly empty bottle upside down by the neck, she smashes it into ugly's face, giving a few more features for that mug it has. The bottle shatters on impact, sending Sweaty McScum falling off it's stool and back smacking on the floor, wide girth shaking it.
"Yo, meeting cancelled. A little fuck-munch is being an inconvenience. Contact me later." Sparrow says into her earpiece, leaving a voice message for the Exo as she rises from her seat, she leaves a sizable tip for the bartender on the counter and shrugs one shoulder in a half hearted apology. Bad day gone worse, because of some dude that is sour he isn't getting some. She better go check on Miyo and get outta here, she's getting a few nasty looks from the patrons, though some look relieved that the smelly ogre is unconscious. She does a little mocking bow to Richie McRich and walks out of the bar. Two patrons, another human and a Shra'kahn, wait a few moments after Sparrow leaves before getting up and following after her, not even paying for their drinks. Ill intent is written all over their body language.
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Post by Shift on May 12, 2017 21:00:56 GMT
Orion looked over at the commotion happening at the Rocket Man Bar, where he was sitting down and relaxing. He'd been at Mothra for quite a while, as a part of his mission. What was his mission? To build up a reputation and get a captain looking for him to look for treasure. The Exos among the Teodin station had thought about being their own captain, but it was quickly dismissed due to their pacifist nature. So they sent Orion out. During his brief stay he's already made quite the reputation, and some credits as well. His skills as an engineer and mechanic had made him a popular choice. Right now Orion was just taking a break, waiting for another call. He looked on curiously at the ordeal happening at the bar. He looked at the Klieku as she exited, glancing at the two following her out. Seeing as how she knocked off that appearance-challenged creature using an empty cup, he had a feeling that those two patrons aren't going to give a whole lot of trouble.
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Post by Snoe on May 15, 2017 7:56:45 GMT
Myr, tinkered in the hangar bay of the ship wondering where everyone else had gotten to. But that wasn't really all that important, what was important were the parts she ordered for her suits. The Rhino needed the upgraded coils and cooling units while Marine needed a new power converter to accommodate the camouflage systems. Not too mention that the matrials to fabricate a few new ammo types for her gauss weaponry.
She'd finished her day's project, a portable 'flash' shield for emergency use. Something she could carry around without being in full combat gear, which never felt right to Myr a layer of armor between her and the world that's always what felt necessary. Even her basic frame was fitted with a few ballistic plates just in case the worst came to pass. Arming herself strapping on a harness and holstering a pistol and a blade she was ready to go see what exactly was going on... everything was so disorganized around here... how the hell did the captain get anything of note done.
Myr made her way through the deck, her sleek black outer layer shimmering with the reflection of the deck lights as she moved. Finally she came to the top deck, looking out over the wide expanse... Looks like the sails are 100% for once, usually they were a bit finicky not that she was the main repair crew... it was only when they were under fire that Myr had to patch up the ship. Armored engineering, one of the greasemonkey's called it.
She heard some of the crew talking... something was going down... but where? She needed more information before she decided it was worth sticking her self in the middle of it.
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Post by Lady-Lee on May 16, 2017 6:49:52 GMT
"Strange… A number of organics keep looking at this unit."
Sev was unsure as to why all the people walking past her kept staring, oblivious to the fact that someone with a cord coming out of their neck and plugged into the wall may be seen as odd by the masses.
Hearing a small beep Sev reaches behind her and unplugs from the wall and pulls her hood backup. A quick check shows her energy cell is holding at a 71% charge. While her face holds in her usual expression but inside her concern was growing, her cells can't hold charges very well anymore and replacing them seems to be impossible due to the rarity of parts for her. Negative feedback begins to flow in her mind creating an unpleasant feeling for Sev.
At this point she begins wandering around to see if her services are needed, because of her previous programing assisting people with tasks provides positive feedback. As organics would put it, helping people cheers her up.
During her search she finds herself on the top floor of the hangar bay she sees what appears to be someone in and exo-suit coming to the floor she's on. Watching as the suited person looks over the bay Sev does a quick scan and finds that she's an Exo and that there seems to be a micro fissure beginning on the back of her suit.
Without thinking Sev reaches into her pockets and pulls out a small canister of repair synthetics and walks over to the Exo and begins to spray it over the micro crack.
"Your suit is beginning to show damage that may cause issues with structural integrity, this spray will create temporary repairs. More permanent repairs are recommended within 34.5 standard hours, if unable to make repairs yourself this unit is available for assistance."
Finished spraying the repair synthetics Sev places the canister back in her pocket and steps back, only briefly pondering whether she should have asked permission to help, but as the positive signals flood her head she stops worrying about things like personal space.
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Post by Deaths on May 17, 2017 6:46:57 GMT
Pinching the bridge of his nose as hard as he can, while Atton closes his eyes after the unnecessary tantrum thrown by Sparrow. Sighing he finishes his drink in one gulp and leaves his reserved room. "This fucking klu-karkin, has she never heard of a nice negotiation before?" art of him wants to chase her down and slap some sense into her, but he knows better. The Captain will be pissed if he comes back empty handed or with damaged goods, walking out the back door careful to avoid Sparrow, Atton gathers his thoughts. Leaning against a wall he shuts his eyes and starts digging, his brain and his eyes move at lightning fast speed going through all records of her public or private. "Hmm loves her sister and her ship." He thinks to himself, opening his eyes with a bored expression on his face. The audio from Kea's good bye plays on repeat of few times, "Do it for her." He picks himself up and starts walking toward Sparrow's ship.
It isn't hard to find, in fact it sticks out like a sore thumb, it was obviously better than the junk docked here. Love and care was put into this machine, and a lot of upgrades. He slowly wander over to the fighter, 'Phoenix' was it's name Atton laughed to himself at how lame and cliche it was, then again he was called 'Star Killer' so he didn't have much room to mock, but damn it he earned that name for a reason. Hell it was name to be feared in certain parts of space, unfortunately this wasn't one of those places. He gets within a few feet of the ship standing in a relaxed stance with both hands resting in his pants pockets. With on last sigh he begins to call towards the ship. "Excuse me." He begins keeping his voice calm and neutral the tone of a business man prepared to enter negotiations. "Miyoko Takeshi? My name is Atton Onasi, I have a job opportunity for you and your sister, but." His voice trails off for a second trying to think of a nice way to put the whole fiasco. "But she blew me off before we could talk. I have a very fair offer from Captain Silver, we have a nice ship and a lot of tech that will need both of your expertise. I have here his offer for the both of you, if you'd at least take a look at it I'll leave you alone." He pulls out a datapad from under his jacket and holds it in his left arm. His cyber-arm looks beat up and old compared to the pristine datapad, it had been a few years, a few fights, and a few near catastrophes since he's had it worked on. Maybe it was best to get a few upgrades before they leave port, after all who knows when they'll have some down time next.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 17, 2017 11:50:17 GMT
Inside the ship called Phoenix, young Miyoko Takeshi is working on performance tests for the ship while she has the audio system playing music as she does her thing. She has to say, humans seem to have a great talent for music. It sounds... Unique, each album she picked up from her and her sister's travels sounded very different from the last. The one she has on now, 'Fleetwood Mac' it was called, really wants to make her dance. But, the ship needs it's check ups and improvements. Big sister is not in the best of moods and she wants to try to cheer her up, they both love this ship so making it better than ever will at least earn her a smile she hopes.
She takes a bite out of the Saturn veggie wrap they picked up at a fast food place in the station... Three large Saturn wrap meals for Miyo herself to be precise. Her metabolism rate is insane, she has to keep eating else she will lose body weight at an unusual rate and become more frail than she already is. Plus, junk food is easy to get ahold of and in her opinion, tastes awesome. She spends most of her share on components to improve the Phoenix or just a hell of a lot of food, it's a chaotic cycle that she has grown to love. She is sitting in the pilot seat with the control panel opened up and fiddling with it's innards of wires, cyberboards and data chips to allow finer movement when she hears a voice outside. She turns her head towards it, she wasn't expecting Sparrow to be back so soon... Wait, it sounds... Like a dude? And they know her name? Somebody she and her sister knows from before? Not paying attention to the work at hand, distracted by this new voice, she accidentally merges two exposed wires that spark a nasty shock through her hand. With a surprised and loud yelp, she snaps he her hand back and tries to shake the buzzing pain from it. Cursing in Kliekun, she examines the innards for any damage from the sudden spark... To her relief, the only thing that was harmed was her hand. She shouldn't get easily distracted like that...
"Zig-Zag, could you shut the music down please?" Miyo calls out as she rubs her hand. On her words, she hearing the rapid taps of small, metallic appendages against the steel floor and turning around the corner, a small spider drone comes scuttling fast over to an old time CD player. With a thin metal leg, it presses the power button. Zig-Zag is the closest thing Miyo will have to a pet, it is only a little bigger than a tennis ball with legs as long pencils. Not ideal for a combat situation, Miyo made it as a little assistant and for company. She programmed the mind module to the brain waves of an earth dog and tweaked it a little to give Zig-Zag an intelligence boost so it understands commands more clearly. She also refers to the drone as male, which is unusual to give any machine a sexual indentity, especially one so small. It is things like these what make others think Miyo is a little weird.
Zig-Zag scuttles up to the Klieku's feet and makes a cybernetic sound very similar to the yip of a small dog. Grinning in amusement, she crouches down and holds her arm out to which the drone scuttles across until it reaches her shoulder, clinging on for a free ride. "Good boy. Let's see who's out there." She says in a chipper tone and heads to the door, grabbing one of the food wraps along the way. The Phoenix's entrance door opens with a smooth 'swish' and she sees a human man standing there with a datapad in his hands. "Can I help you?" She asks curiously, standing on the elevated platform just inside the door, keeping her at eye level with him. With the explanation of Captain Silver, whom she has never heard of, has a job opportunity, Miyo feels a little lost on what to do. Her big sister is the one to handle all the jobs and contracts that come their way while she sticks to all the technical and mechanical stuff, so it is safe to say she has no idea how a negotiation like this works. Zig-Zag begins to make a low whirring that is similar to the growling of a suspicious dog, but quickly hushes when his master touches the top of his abdomen with her fingers in assurance they are not in immediate danger. "Erm... I don't know, I really don't manage jo-" her words stop short when the human holds out the datapad. Her eyes are not on that however, she is ogling his beat up cybernetic arm holding it.
She jumps down from the platform, now visibly shorter than he and comes close to him. She ignores the datapad completely and holds his arm in her hands, moving it around to get a good look of it all with a sparkling glint in her eyes. "H-66 Trion cyber-limb, version II. Custom built in GPS, modified for muli-purpose." She begins thinking out loud, her tone in awe. She has only seen one of these models before, and that was behind a window in the augment surgery shop, if she wasn't so squeamish about having an augmentation, you can bet this would be her first choice. "Seen better days visually, performance could be increased though..." she thinks for a moment before her face brightens up, having thought of something. She reaches to her waist where she still carries her utility belt, but stops shorts when she realises she is doing all of this without thinking if the owner is okay with it all, she tends to do this a lot and results in Sparrow holding her back, she has already invaded his personal space. She takes a step back and scratches the back of her head in awkward embarrassment. "Sorry, I get giddy around tech... Can I tweak your Trion arm for a moment? I just want to improve the efficiency and it won't take long! I know you don't know me but I know my stuff... If you need assurance, 80 percent of that ship is my doing." She points behind her towards the Phoenix, still looking at the human hopefully, no ill intent in her being. She really wants to take a good look into the tech he has... All the while, Zig-Zag watches him very carefully, little mandibles sparking currents of electricity as the powerful taser within them powers up, ready to protect his master if the time calls for it.
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Post by Snoe on May 20, 2017 7:50:57 GMT
Myr didn’t even notice the creature approach as she was lost in the sights infront of her... and testing out several visual spectrums. Then there was this hud warning... someone was scanning her... on this ship... odd. Craning her head around she found the perpetrator of the scan, It wasn’t human... or organic for that matter. Myrdet responding with a scan of her own even after the repair was made and explained. “AI? Odd...” She stated plainly.
Myrdet turned to face the machine eyeing it curiously, very interesting indeed. “Do not do that without my acknowledgment... or I will terminate you.” Myr stated plainly and without anger “But aside from that, thankyou for repairing the damage.” Myrdet was quite matter of factly in most instances even passive death threats... and the awkward gratitude that followed.
“What brings you here?” She asked scanners still runing gettgin more information on this strange design.
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Post by projectekertest33 on May 28, 2017 21:03:45 GMT
Wykurd was carrying some parts down to the hanger bay when she spotted Myr in some sort of confrontation with another Exo. She walked over her eyes locked on the unfamiliar Exo ready to strike if need be. "Things... ok?" She asked Myr which was two words more then she said most days.
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Post by Lady-Lee on May 31, 2017 22:42:18 GMT
Giving a simple nod despite the threat made to her continued existence, unconcerned over the thoughts of a fight, as long she doesn't approach unannounced there should be no issue. Sev had a moment of confusion, never had an organic asked her reason for being somewhere, strange. "Why is this unit here? To assist in repair of your suit damage, however if you are refering to my presence in this area, it was to search for people in need of help, as well as a way for this unit to find a way off the station." Hearing another voice Sev turns to the new being, a brief scan shows it as Wulfrigerd, unsure as to who Wykurd was speaking to, Sev turns to her. "This unit is indeed 'okay'. Do you require assistance?"
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 7, 2017 21:35:42 GMT
Morgan downed the last of the weak piss and dropped some credits on the counter before heading out of the bar. He wondered aimlessly as he so often did on the off-chance that he'd meet someone who recognised him but all these years and still no luck. Stopping at the mouth of an alley he pulled out a Dumalian Smoke-Stick and lit it up blowing the bright green smoke into the night air.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 7, 2017 22:22:57 GMT
Sparrow walks at an accelerated pace, wanting to get back to the Phoenix and back to Miyo. If the asshat at the bar was looking for Sparrow then she is sure as hell that they're gonna try the same with her sister, who is more naive and vulnerable. She's an easy target to manipulate. She shoves past some weird looking human kid having a smoke and begins her way down the alley, a quicker route to the hangar where the ship is. Unfortunately, her two pursuers make their presence known now.
"Hey Sparrow! Been a long time, Huh?" The Shra'kahn calls out in a friendly sounding manner, though the dark grin shows that his intentions won't be friendly at all. Sparrow stops in her tracks and lets out an exasperated sigh. She knows that voice, and she wish she forgot it. It bring backs a lot of unpleasant memories... She turns to face them with a sneer. "I was hoping never to see your face again, Cornax." she says with heavy bitterness. She can't have them follow her back to the ship, too risky for Miyo... She crosses her arms over her chest as they approach and stop at a few feet in front of her. "Is that way to talk to an old comrade?" He says mockingly. Typical Shra'kahn, knowing what to say to try and provoke her into a fight. He wasn't her friend, none of those fuckers were her friends. "You know, Captain Nash is upset that you didn't fully repay your debt to him. He sent us to remind you of it." Sparrow's sneer turns into an eye rolling look of boredom. "I owe him nothing. I repaid what we agreed on and I left. Not my problem if he's a crooked bastard." she states as a matter of fact. "Tell him to leave me be." She turns to continue walking, maybe she could give them the slip and move through a crowded area... But what is said next makes her throw that plan out of the window.
"Little Miyo didn't." The Human spoke up this time, a thick accent that the Klieku can't identify. "You were the one pulling the weight of both of yous. Maybe we should just take her skinny ass back with us, she may not be a fighter nor a labourer, but a lot of the boys like innocent flesh..." His grin sickens Sparrow as she walks right up to him until they're nose to nose. She was trying to deal with this without violence... Yeah, fuck that now. She leans over his shoulder to whisper into his ear. "You talking like you want a reaction..." She quickly draws one of her pistols and fires it from the hip, into the human's stomach. Electricity arcs through his body as his limbs seize up and spasm, before falling on his back with a resounding thud. Hm, still had it set to stun she muses. It's for the best, Captain Nash would only have more reason to harass her if the Klieku killed one of his crew. Cornax reacts fast, just as you would expect from a Shra'kahn. It slashes with it's natural claws that Sparrow barely dodges by leaning backwards and jumping two steps away. He lunges once more with twice as much aggression, only his face receives a nasty whip from her pistol and then a knee to his groin. A smash in the back of Cornax's head sends him to the floor and onto his stomach.
"...you got one." She finishes her response with a venomous tone. While the human is out cold from the blast of electricity and the hard smack on the back of his head from the fall, the Shra'kahn won't go down so easy, they're very well known for their refusal to stay down. she steps back and readies herself for another round.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 9, 2017 21:28:15 GMT
Morgan had watched with interest as the Klieku walked around the corner and was about to call out to her to offer her a smoke when the two others approached her. He'd leaned back into the shadows thankful nobody had noticed him. They were clearly trouble and he preferred his trouble at the other end of a cannon with klicks of void separating them.
People were often surprised when someone routinely killed entire ships full of people, normally unpleasant people but still, was squeamish about violence. The difference was that up-close-and-personal violence was messy and he saw too much of his enemies, he saw the fear in their eyes, the desperation, the begging for mercy. When he was aiming a cannon all he saw was a ship being torn apart and very occasionally some corpses floating in the void. The odd thing was he didn't know if he'd always been like this before the "wipe" he might have been a down and dirty fighter occasionally he got flashes of... images. Snapping a human neck, gutting a Shra'kahn, blasting a Klieku...
He listened into the conversation. Nothing he hadn't heard before same old shit-talking people did to psych themselves up for a fight. Then the human said the thing about "innocent flesh"... Something twitched inside Morgan. As he watched the fight his eyes glazed... Old thoughts and instructions whispered to him...
The Shra'kahn had ended up with his back to where Morgan was hiding. Morgan stepped out and jambed his smoke-stick between the plates on the pirate's neck causing the creature to screech in pain and whip around just in time for it's jaw to meet the piece of solid metal beam Morgan had picked up coming the other way. As the creature stumbled Morgan dropped the pipe and pulled the alien's face into his knee as hard as he could. He felt something click and pain shot through his leg but the Shra'kahn wasn't very happy either. Problem was for some reason in his memory he was a lot stronger... so it wasn't down for good. As the forgotten instincts abandoned him he saw the creature's claws coming for him and had enough time to think "OH FUCK!" Before it was on him.
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Post by Shift on Jun 12, 2017 20:57:24 GMT
Orion noticed the sound of a screech outside of the bar, and wonders what it was. He probably wouldn't be able to help much due to his lack of combat experience or willingness to fight, but he had to know what it was. If he was lucky, it would have already handled itself. He got up from his seat, placing a tip on the counter before leaving. He remembered the two that followed that Klieku out of the bar, with a clear hostile intent. He steps out of the bar, scanning the area before him for trouble. Sure enough, he found it. He witnessed the Shra'kahn from before make a move to slash a Human. He takes notice of the Klieku standing in front of the unconscious body of a Human. Knowing he had to at least try to help, he moved torwards the Shra'kahn and used the element of suprise to punch it in the side of his face. It yelled in pain as the blow connected. Thankfully, an exosuit is useful in throwing a punch. Unfortunately, Shra'kahn are good at taking them. The Shra'kahn held it's chin with his hand as it glared at Orion. Orion muttered to himself, "Shit", as he tried to block the inevitable counterattack.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 12, 2017 21:21:48 GMT
The Shra'kahn's body begins to pump adrenaline all through it. The more punishment they take, the more they can take it and dish it out as a result. It raises a claw to slash but stops short. Instead, his body spasms with electric currents. From behind, Sparrow focuses her full attention on Cornax again with both of her firearms drawn. She fires shot after shot of stun blasts in quick succession to bring her opponent to it's knees. Cornax could always take a beating, but 20,000 unrelenting volts of electricity in each blast is something even the strongest foes will have a hard time enduring. Before he can recover, the Klieku is swift to twist into a spinning kick that lands in the side of his head. Finally, the bastard fell unconscious but he will recover quickly. Shra'kahn never stay down after all...
Twirling the still smoking hand blasters, Sparrow holsters them at her hips and turns to the Exo and Human that got involved. "Have either of you ever been in a fucking fight before?" She says incredulously to the pair. "If you want to fight a Shra'kahn, you keep throwing the hits so it has no chance to retaliate." She shakes her head as she straightens out the collar of her longcoat. "Morons." she mutters under her breath.
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 13, 2017 19:42:50 GMT
Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. First the Exo saved him and was in turn saved by the Klieku. He nervously prodded the comatose pirate with his boot. "Not sure..." He said in response to the Klieku's question. "It's complicated.... but thanks for the save guys." Turning to the other two he cleared his throat. "Ummmmm my kind-of-sort-of name is Morgan... This is going to sound weird but do either of you know who I am?" He asked hopefully though the last several hundred people he'd asked had responded in the negative.
The shittiest part of not knowing who you were is having to explain it every time and then people would ask him if he'd had the brain implant looked at, of course he fucking had by the best cyberneticists around, then they wanted the whole damn story and... He realised he was staring at the Klieku but damn she was hot... Wait what? Was that him thinking that? But look at her with that lean dangerous face oh how I wouldn't mind doing the tongue dance with her! Seriously was he thinking this stuff? The Exo isn't bad either. ...wait were these more echoes from who he used to be? DID HE USED TO SHAG EXOS?!!!!
Blinking Morgan managed to focus on the outside world again. "Sorry brain implant malfunctioning." He half-lied.
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Post by Shift on Jun 13, 2017 20:06:33 GMT
Orion lowered his arms down, relieved that the Klieku saved him. He looked torwards her, listening to what she said. "Not often," he shrugged. He looked torwards the human as he asked a rather odd question. "No, I don't recognize you," He replied, about to ask if he had a malfunction in his implant. However, before he could answer, Morgan apologized for a malfunction. "In case you haven't had it checked out yet and it's a recurring problem, I am a skilled mechanic."
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Post by Deaths on Jun 14, 2017 7:07:15 GMT
"Uh yeah sure go nuts kid." Atton raises an eyebrow and laughs a moment later, her face was precious how could he refuse. "I had a bit of a misunderstanding with your sister, she wanted nothing to do with me." He sighs as he begins disconnecting the his arm from the rest of his body. A few button presses and it pops off easily, he hands her the arm with the datapad still tight in its grip. "Just promise you'll look over the deal, and talk it out with your sister. We need your skill, don't feel pressured I have other candidates if you decline." He pauses for a second watching her work on his arm, part of him worried he had a lot of good memories with that arm and was quite attached...well I guess not at this time.
"My boss and I agree we'd rather get the best possible people for the job, so you two were on the top of the list." Looking down at the little ankle biter Atton continues to smile. "Cute little guy." He squats down to get a closer look making sure to give it space. "You build it yourself? Doesn't look like anything you'd get from a store...I mean that in a good way." He stands back up looking at the girl as she continued to play with his arm, shifting his hand into his computer he pulls out his personal tablet, and flips through a few photos. "My little girl, her names Kea." He says as he shows a picture of his pride and joy. It was from last years robotic engineering competition at her academy, she won second place that year with a small robotic scorpion she made herself. Pressing a button on the screen the still image starts to play it shows her vocally controlling the little robot, it was capable of small task, but failed at the more complicated actions.
Sitting down on a turned over barrel Atton relaxes as he puts his phone away. "She was eleven when she did that, she's going to school on Vega 6. That super prestigious robotics school...super expensive too." He mumbles that last part as he continues to talk. "She got second place in her competition for her grade, she was super excited. Built the whole thing herself, every piece of metal and every line of code." His voice is full of pride as he can't help but smile. "Sorry, everyone says I talk too much," He snorts a small life. "They are probably right."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 14, 2017 11:36:27 GMT
Miyo grins like a child on Christmas morning my as she is handed the cyberarm. She sits herself down on a metal crate near the Phoenix as she gets to work swiftly. She has already deactivated the GPS and expertly removed the screen with her tools, exposing the high tech motherboards and wires. She places the now detached screen between her thighs as she uses both hands to get to work. "That sounds like Aiko." She says, using her big sister's real name. She's probably the only person who can say it comfortably around her sibling, everybody else knows her as Sparrow and using her real name is on a personal level that nobody outside family is worthy of. "She's... Well..." Miyo tries to think what to call her that doesn't pur her in a bad light. "Well from what other people say, she's a bitch with an attitude problem. Yeah she's a little rude and blunt but she's a good person deep down. Not totally unreasonable, you just gotta be patient and straight to the point." She smiles reassuringly at him, hopefully he understands her sibling's sharp personality. She chooses not to answer about the job just yet until Aiko comes back, it's just not her thing to handle and she wouldn't want to make herself look foolish in front of somebody just because she misunderstood something. Instead, she focuses on the cyber tech. She connects the small module for data handling to her PDA but is cautious with what she messes around with so nothing stored inside gets corrupted. Working her magic, she redirects some pathways while making a few new ones with Miyo's custom code. More space and easier to manage data clumps.
Miyo looks up to see the Atton talking about Zig-Zag while getting a better look at him. The small spider drone backs away from him slightly as it watches him crouch down, but after a few seconds takes a little step forward to lean in at him, the curious but cautious nature of her robotic companion. It makes Miyo smile before she gets back to work on the arm, this time adding an aid application that will monitor Atton's current state of health, detecting injuries and sickness. "Yeah, I did." she says with a small hint of pride. "Made him when about a year ago from the spare scrap from the Phoenix and a few electronics I picked up at a market, then gave him a personality program that is similar to an earth dog. His name is Zig-Zag." She refers to the robot as masculine, as if it is more than a machine to her. It is then Atton begins talking about somebody named Kea, to which he confirms her to be his daughter and it makes the Klieku look up to see the pictures. Miyo has always had an admiration to young humans, which turns into awe as she watches the video play out where a robot scorpion obeys vocal commands of her, she is visibly impressed. "Vocal command system that only responds to her voice, right?" She says, recognising the way the bot moves and responds the same way it would to one. "That's pretty hard to pull off, you know. She's a smart cookie... I heard of Vega 6, I wanted to go there myself but--" Her words trail off and remember when she was younger, when slavers raided their home and stole them away.. She absentmindedly touches the back of her neck where a slave's mark is tattooed, a reminder of horrible times... She snaps out of it and her hand returns to the arm. "Well, my sister needs me on these travels as much as I need her. Plus, I like to learn on the go with things, we come across interesting places at times, like the Exo communities." she tells a half truth with a smile, it is something difficult to talk about. She will probably never talk to anybody about that experience, should she be so lucky.
Her PDA blinks with a message that the aid app has finished installing. With a satisfied nod, she detaches her device and reinstalls the screen. "I improved your data banks. Sorting and managing is much easier, speed has been upgraded and I re-routed a some paths to unused areas of the arm to increase storage. I added a med-buddy app that I made too. It will monitor your vital signs, physical condition and diagnose any injuries or illness and the way to treat it... Also did you ever have trouble with the ring finger? It won't bend all the way or sometimes you gotta manually move it around a little until it works properly again? Because some of the tendon hydraulics were worn down, I made a temporary fix but it might be worth having them replaced." She explains the best improvements she has made as she helps reattach the arm. Her tone of voice tells that she really enjoys doing this kind of thing. "Oh, and thanks for letting me indulge."
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"Never seen you before in my life." Sparrow says without even bothering to glance up at the newly named Morgan, she kneels down and robs a few items off Cornax. Credit stick, his pulse pistol and a pack of cigarettes. Not much on him, but it's better than nothing. Besides, the pistol may fetch a nice price, it will teach him a lesson on leaving her the fuck alone. She sticks one of the cigarettes between her lips and lights it up. "Well it was nice to meet you all and despite how much I would love to socialise and become best friends, I'm busy. Ciao." she says, words dripping with sarcasm. She continues her journey to the hangar bay at twice the pace. If Nash's boys found Sparrow that easy, Miyo is more vulnerable than she first thought and no doubt will be looking for her too. She needs to avoid anymore delays.
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Post by Snoe on Jun 26, 2017 20:10:19 GMT
(Ooc:I've found myself to busy to keep pace with all the RP this one has more than enough people to survive without me though i may rejoin later. When im notnon obertime.)
Myr nods to the machine accepting the apology. And them back to her crewmate. "I am fine, but tell the captain I'm taking my shore-leave early. Farewell I'll find my way back in less than a month dont wait up.
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