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Post by ShockHelix on May 23, 2016 14:28:29 GMT -5
“If you don't sleep, let me know if anything turns up when we arrive. I don't like being left in the dark, and we've got few enough things to go on as it is,” Ralak requested, as the speeder began it's path out of the precinct hanger and into the airways. With that out of the way, the zabrak leaned back in his seat and put his feet up on console, before closing his eyes and trying to get the sleep.
Meanwhile, almost five hundred levels lower, the Mandalorians prepared for their eventual departure. Blink stayed hard at work monitoring systems and speaking with contacts, while Homicide finished packing all the storage crates but the one containing Swindon's astounding invention. Rhithia retired to the second cot for some much needed sleep, and for the time being the safehouse fell silent.
At the 712 precinct, Stormrider continued rubbing his temples in frustration, making call after call to his underworld contacts, hunting for any sign of who their killer might be. The droid at his side was preoccupied with scanning the CSF databases, looking for previous murders or any additional information that might aid in the detective's search.
Detective Aria went about leaking the information with relative ease, a few anonymous e-mail's to some major news networks, with enough information to have them put forward what suspicions a good reporter might already have. Another anonymous e-mail joined the others, sent to the 614 District Mayor, though this one encrypted. Being on the payroll let her live like a queen compared to the other 614 residents, and she could always pretend that she wasn't feeding information to the Black Sun, since her leaks only ever went to the district mayor. The information would find its way out without her help, it always did, so why shouldn't she be the one to make a profit off of it?
Six hours later, Level 259, Ramikad Syndicate Safehouse 259. . .
Blink banged her metal plate hard on the duracrete door frame, causing a loud banging noise to reverberate through the rooms where Rhithia and Swindon were resting. Rhit sat up quickly in surprise, knocking her helmet over and hand going for her gun before she realized what had happened, Blink grinning at her through the doorway.
“Time to wake up you two,” the woman said, pointing her finger over her shoulder. “Homicide picked us up some food, then we're moving. Got someone to meet.” For the moment that was all the explanation that Blink offered, leaving the two of them behind and heading back to the main room.
The sounds of a news report sounded back through the duracrete hallways, echoing into both of the rooms as Rhithia retrieved her helmet and headed for the main room.
“. . . and events continue to spiral out of control since Senator Omigrapgh's assassination. Citizens continue to ask, why hasn't Senator Farruzola been approached by the CSF for questioning yet? Senior Commissioner Pa'tow, who has reportedly put a task force together to handle this investigation, had this to say:”
“Reports that Senator Farruzola has been linked to Omigrapgh's tragic murder are largely exaggerated. The senator has offered his full cooperation with this department, and I can assure you that there is no evidence to suggest that the senator was in any way involved.”
“These accusations bring light a larger issue. Many claim that racism still heavily influences decisions on Coruscant, remnant from Emperor Palpatine's Galactic Empire. Racism that even influences the CSF. Feline races and their supporters have gathered outside the Senate Plaza, calling for the end on the restriction of feline races departing Coruscant. We go now to a live broadcast of Senator Mrrowvn of Togoria, speaking on behalf of the protestors:”
”-this type of restriction cannot continue. Whatever the CSF might believe about this assassin, whether they be Togorian or Cathar or another feline race, to prevent the departure of ships world-wide on information they've not even made public, is simply atrocious. The senator from Cathar has already expressed his agreement, and the Senate will be convening shortly on how to handle this matter. Rest assured that this injustice will not continue.”[/b][/i]
Level 4178, just outside the Galactic Inquirer headquarters. . .
Things had went from bad to worse during the detectives trip to the Galactic Inquirer. Ralak's sleep had been cut short when the first piece of bad news came from Stormrider who had just spoken with a very displeased commissioner. He had promised to give them as much time as possible before rescinding their order on investigating feline signatures leaving the planet, but there were doubts the commissioner could stall any longer then it took the senate to convene on the matter.
Then there was the report of another body found. The customs officer had been found dead in his home, though it was difficult to be certain if it was indeed the customs officer. No one had seen this pile of ash meet its untimely demise, but the report was clear on what had happened. A quick look at the officers financial records had shown a significantly large number of transactions, far more then the man should have been capable of with his salary. The verdict was clear, the victim must have been taking bribes to let smuggler's through. Stormrider had assigned Aria to dig up any more information that she could, but so far she'd not given them anything more to go on.
The spot of good news didn't reach them until they were nearly at the Inquirer, as Stormrider called them again, waking Ralak yet again. With a yawn, he answered the holocommunicator, setting it to feed through the speeder. The projection of Stormrider looking pleased appeared in between the two of them on the front console. “Judging by your face, it's not bad news this time?”
Stormrider's grin seemed to grow even wider, if that was even possible, and he even laughed a bit. “Not this time. We've gotten the go ahead to question Senator Farruzola. I'll be heading that way soon. Better news is, we have a suspect.”
Ralak's eyes widened at that, and he rubbed them a bit as Stormrider continued. “Name is Vrax Selkot. Mandalorian killer imprisoned quite awhile back. Presumed dead after the prison ship he was on went missing. Except, since then, three known Black Sun also imprisoned on that same ship have been reported to be alive. Most likely, he's under the employ of the Black Sun. Vrax has the m.o. as our current killer. Hard to be certain, but I think he's our man. Though I still don't see what ties Swindon to him. As for the other woman, still no word on her, but I'm having forensics go over all our footage, see if they can identify a Black Sun symbol anywhere on the armor.”
As Stormrider finishes his report, a fluorescent sign rose before the speeder momentarily, broadcasting that the two detectives had arrived at the Galactic Inquirer headquarters. The speeder departed the airlane, swooping down and around the building, eventually entering the structures hangar and docking at the front entrance.
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 24, 2016 1:28:05 GMT -5
“There's two cots in the rooms down the hallway,” Rhit told her at Swindon's question, pointing towards the only other way out of the room. “They're pretty stark, not like the bed in your apartment, but I could guess you're tired enough that it won't matter much.”
Homicide returned from the hangar, then began packing up the excess weapons on the rack into one of the storage crates. The guns made a clatter as they went into the metal box, but Rhit ignored it. Both her and Blink's eyes were paying attention to the soundless mass of holoscreens and the news file rolling across it.
A human was standing outside Swindon's apartment, mouth moving in silent words on the muted screen as a reporter stood nearby, nodding her head with a look of understanding and compassion on her face. Likely the man was taking advantage of the situation to give himself some time on screen, speaking about what a horrible experience it was to have officers killed by your home. It wasn't the one they had passed leaving the elevator however, likely that one had already been taken to one of the CSF stations to give a statement. Hearing laser fire wouldn't qualify someone as a witness, at least not when there was video evidence to be had.
“You can sleep as long as you need,” Rhit offered, glancing at Swindon. “We'll wake you up if anything comes up. I'll probably be using the other cot pretty soon myself,” Rhit told her, stifling another yawn. “Might have to cut your sleep short if Blink finds us a way off world.”
Ralak nodded at Buhel's question, and fell in beside him after wishing Stormrider luck as well. This precinct was designed in a similar fashion to nearly every station on Coruscant, and Buhel's assumption was spot on. Their path took them past the remainder of the briefing rooms, past the interrogation rooms, and eventually turning down a hallway. On their left they passed the entrance to the precinct's holding cells, and finally passed the threshold into the hangar.
The open area was filled with BARC speeders and Police speeders, two patrolmen pushing a stuncuffed Corellian towards the entrance they'd just departed. Ralak pushed a button on his wrist link, and one of the police speeders, painted with the standard CSF colors, rose from where he'd left it, the cockpit cover rising to permit entry. "It's only got the one seat for suspects, but it should suit our purposes well enough. On a case like this, I'll be surprised if there's not more shooting done then talking anyway," Ralak said as they walked to the speeder.
As they reached it, he put a hand on the edge and climbed up the step and into his seat, waiting for the other detective to seat himself. He glanced around the hangar a moment, then spoke again, turning to Buhel with a frown on his face. "Stormrider's going to be a problem, mark my words. Has a lightsaber up his ass. He's complaining about command, but I've heard about him. He used to work for IA. He'll report us if he thinks we step too far out of line. Just thought I'd warn you."
Ralak shrugged, hitting the button to close the cover over them, before tapping some buttons to enter their destination for the speeder's autopilot. "Anyway, they issue you armor down at your precinct? We can drop by and pick it up if you want. Either way, it's a long ride to the Galactic Inquirer office our victim was trying to sell info at. Probably going to sleep on the way there myself."
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 23, 2016 14:33:21 GMT -5
Nexus News April 23rd, 2016
General News As you've undoubtedly noticed since our last real update, the news article is no longer being presented as a weekly iteration. At the time, I wasn't sure if we were going to make that permanent, or just implement it for the time being due to the anticipated release of Fallout 4 DLC. Having an update that says "we're still working on the exact same thing we were working on last week," isn't particularly informative, and it does take at least half an hour to write one of these. As far as actual news goes, I'd like to start with Zen being on a leave of absence for the time being. He's got some stuff going on in his life, and as such will be gone for an unknown period of time. I don't know how long this is going to continue for, but since he's unable to take the time to post, those of you that are in a thread with him may need to skip him in your rotation if you're in a position to do so. Hopefully he'll be back soon, and everything works out okay.
Fallout
Automatron brought us some new story, and with it new canon that needs to be implemented into our Fallout information. We'll be holding off on editing this in to our Location Overviews until Far Harbor's release, but after some deliberation we've decided how to handle things.
Obvious additions such as the Rust Devils will be made, but most importantly will be giving the Silver Shroud a larger role in the canon. For those of you that didn't know, interacting with the Mechanist as the Silver Shroud gives some unique dialogue options, and as such we don't see any reason not to use this. It should be noted however, that while robots will be around the Commonwealth, most of the rampaging ones will have been dealt with by the current point in our timeline - either by Minutemen patrols, Rust Devils, scavenging Brotherhood, or the efforts of the Silver Shroud and the reformed Mechanist.
With only eight days left until May, the scheduled release month for Far Harbor, we're all excited to see what next Bethesda has in store for us.
Star Wars Zelus has still been hard at work on his Military Might guide, and for those of you that haven't seen, both the Imperial Remnant section of the guide, and the military presence in Hutt space have been added. Be sure to have a look if you plan on undertaking war with any of these factions, and be assured there's more to come.
That's all the Nexus related updates I have for you this week, but with the next update there might be something new. For now though, this is Immortal, signing off.
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 16, 2016 23:57:02 GMT -5
At Swindon's suggestion, Homicide scoffed, Blink laughed, and Rhit just smiled and shook her head. Homicide stood up, food finished, clearing having no desire to be a part of the conversation. He grabbed his helmet as Rhithia began to speak, fitting it over his head and departing back into the hangar to continue loading the non-essentials on their ship.
“That's on the table, but that's more of a plan z then a plan b. I'm a good pilot, but I only know of one person who claims to actually be capable of pulling that off. Kriff, if we even clipped something on our way out we could level half of Coruscant. Maybe take out the whole planet if we collide with an actual ship. You ever hear about Pammant? Back in the Clone Wars? Hyperdrive malfunction in a battle caused a battlecruiser to jump to hyperspace – aimed right at the surface. Killed everything on the planet and cracked the surface like an egg.”
“That's our last resort,” Blink cut in, picking back up on the actual explanation. Rhit took the opportunity to finish her cake, letting Blink give a full explanation. “Life or death situation. Even then it might be better to surrender. I wouldn't worry about it though Swindon. Bribery is our easiest way off planet. If that doesn't pan out, there's plenty of other options. Falsified authorization, smugglers, blackmail. If I don't see any of those panning out, I contact our handler. Then they call in favors, make arrangements, and you three ride out in style on a minor senator's private ship and I pick you up with our ship on whatever planet. Worst case scenario the Syndicate sends an actual team to extract us.”
Rhit finished chewing her food, then yawned, rubbing one of her eyes slightly. “Not very exciting, I know, but jobs about 99% sit and wait and 1% action. Nothing like the holofilms. Truth be told, this is more excitement then we've had in about a year.”
Blink grinned at that, pushing a few strands of hair over her shoulder. “When you're as good as us, it's hard for anyone else to keep up.” Rhithia rolled her eyes at that, but it had her grinning nonetheless.
Stormrider put a hand on his chin, seeming to think, but finally nodded. He didn't appear happy about the decision, but there it was anyway. “I suppose it's better then sitting here waiting. Aria, since it was your idea, you can drop hints about the senator to the news. And as far as anyone is concerned, they better have come up with the connection themselves. If command so much as suspects we're giving tips to the news we'll be lucky to be on traffic for the rest of our miserable lives.”
“Fine by me. Way too much testerone in here for me anyway.” She stood and left then before Stormrider had even finished confirming assignments. The detective glared at her back while she disappeared through the door, but kept on anyway. “You two can go go have a word at the Inquirer. I don't know that it'll give us any help, but that's the most solid lead we have.”
“And you?” Ralak asked, clearly not satisfied without having the whole picture himself.
“I'm going to ask around about our killer, try and get a list of actual suspects for our shooter. There aren't too many in the galaxy that can make a shot like that. And being a Mandalorian narrows it down quite a bit. If this was a contract killing, then whoever our shooter is has already made a name for himself, and someone has to know who he is.”
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 12, 2016 0:55:15 GMT -5
Homicide raised an eyebrow as Swindon sat back down and spoke of her cat, before ignoring her and sipping his black ale. Rhithia merely nodded in understanding, and surprisingly Blink seemed the most interested, peering at Swindon with a warm smile over her own cup of ale. “He's cute. And surprisingly smart for a cat. Most I've heard about tend to wander too far. I don't think he even got out into the hangar while you were gone.”
“She'd best keep an eye on him then. Strills on the solitude will make a quick meal out of him,” Homicide grunted, clearly not pleased by the presence of the feline. Then again, he hadn't seemed pleased with anything but his food so far. With the tiinglar and uj cake finished, his face was back to it's natural state of scowling.
Rhithia had just taken a bite of her own cake when her companion spoke, and she frowned at him while she chewed. The nuts made a crunching noise in her mouth while Blink shared her distaste at Homicide's comment. With large gulp, she swallowed the piece of the fruity cake she'd bitten into. “Strills are hunting animals from Mandalore. Kind of like akk dogs. Six legs, about a meter long. Homicide raises a good point though, we've got quite a few of them on the Solitude. You'll have to keep a close eye on Cuddles when we get there until he's familiar with where they go. They usually stay out of the lounge, quarters, armory, tech lab. They're all over the hangar though, so you'd best carry him past that. You'll what I mean when we get there.”
“Which may be a bit longer then we thought,” Blink cut in, sighing as her eyes drifted to the television. “Going to be harder to get off-world now. I don't trust the customs officer I had lined up to keep his mouth shut now that you two are on the news as well. Stark black armor isn't too out of the ordinary, but I don't think anyone's stupid enough not to realize exactly who we are with all three of you together.”
“What's the plan then?” Rhit asked, before munching on another bite of her cake.
Blink shrugged, drinking a bit of her ale to buy herself some time. “Just going to keep looking for now. If I don't come up with anything I'll start reaching out to some Syndicate contacts, see what they can do.”
Stormrider still seemed very displeased in the way the conversation was progressing, but he managed to begrudgingly answer Buhel's question. “It has. Forensics is going over it now, but I don't know how you plan to determine what's relative to our case. There's enough contraband on board to make a Devaronian proud.”
“Still the question of the electrician, too,” Ralak added.
“He worked at a weapon shop. Merr-Sonn Munitions owned. It got checked out after the murder, being a disruptor rifle death, but if the owner had his hands in anything illegal there was nothing at the shop and he has a clean record. Whatever the information was, he was trying to sell to to the . . . Galactic Inquirer.”
Ralak snorted at that, and Aria laughed. The Galactic Inquirer was know for being full of worthless, nonsensical articles that walked a fine line between free speech and defamation. Stormrider put his hands up defensively at their reactions, before continuing. “I know. I wouldn't put stock in any of it, except it's the only thing we have on his murder. No priors, no enemies, no other suspects. Unless our assassin is tying up lose ends, someone payed to have him silenced.”
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 9, 2016 14:32:09 GMT -5
Blink stood up from her seat and stretched, then pressed a few buttons on her console as the three of them entered the room. The multitude of holoscreens all began playing the same news channel briefly, then each of them took a specific portion of the screen, turning her holoscreen wall into one big display of the news station. The scene showed a reporter standing outside Swindon's apartment, CSF holotape cordoning off the scene with a scrolling 'Do Not Enter' message. Meanwhile, Homicide had taken to clearing the table of the clutter, while Rhithia set down the plastene bag and passed out the white boxes after reading Mandalorian text written on the top of the disposable boxes.
Homicide was the first to remove his helmet as Rhit tossed him and Blink packs of sealed plastene forks and knives. It was the first time he'd done so in front of Swindon, and as he did it was likely he'd have worn some kind of mask even if he'd not been Mandalorian. His pale, chalk-white face was more scarred then the older cook's had been, his bald head riddled with scars. He had a crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken far too many times, covered by a scar that stretched from the top left of his scalp to his bottom left jaw. It looked like whoever had delivered the blow had been trying to cut his head in half with a vibroblade. The other scars were not so noticeable on their own, a small cut here, a once gash over his right eye there, a burn patch atop the right side of his bald head. Resting in the center of it all were his cold black eyes, slight bags resting beneath pupils that seemed as though black holes, devoid of light or life. His mouth did not frown or smile, devoid of any sign of emotion.
Without a word the cold Mandalorian opened his box, and a pungent aroma of spice and cooked meat wafted upwards, the spice so strong that it burned the nostrils to inhale it. Homicide took a deep breath, and then smiled. The expression on the dead face from moments ago seemed wrong, as if painted on as a joke by some cruel artist. “I hate to leave Brax behind,” he said, as Rhit distributed the drinks to each of them. “Plackett's tiinglar doesn't have half as good noseburn as Brax's.”
“That's the Ghost of Solitude's head cook,” Rhithia said at the mention of Plackett for Swindon's expense.
Blink let out a small laugh, then pulled her own helmet off as well. Her own features were quite the contrast to Homicide's, brown flowing hair falling down over her shoulder. Her deep brown skin seemed to accentuate her full lips, and her deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the light of the room as she sat across the table from Homicide. Of the three Mandalorians, she was without question the most beautiful, and her smile seemed to warm the room as she sat down, flipping her own box open and grinning at the contents.
Rhit pulled her own helmet from her head, fingers ruffling her red locks as the other two began to eat their tiinglar with the plastene silverware. She pulled her gloves off as well, before opening her box and grabbing a large looking sandwich with a thick meat patty and a number of vegetables and toppings in between two square pieces of toasted bread. There was a crunch as the woman bit into her meal, and she grinned with satisfaction, letting out a sigh of contentment as she swallowed down her first bite. Cold-blooded murderers or not, in that moment the Mandalorian's were simply regular people enjoying a well cooked meal.
Stormrider scowled at Buhel as the duros began giving what seemed to be orders, but he kept his outh shut, darkening by the word. It seemed he was ready to erupt in a fury by the time Buhel finished, speaking, but Ralak seemed to either sense the tension, or just have a desire to speak on his own. “Crash scenes been went over,” he cut in, as soon as Buhel had finished saying they needed a link to be found. Stormrider shot the Zabrak a puzzled look, and Ralak gave him a grunt. “I read the report.”
Stormrider seemed puzzled, but nodded, and Ralak carried on. “There was plenty of debris, and a discarded power pack. BlasTech make. Obviously the murder weapon isn't BlasTech make, and no organic evidence was found, as is typical with Mandalorian cases. Judging by the weapon we saw the girl use, we can guess the weapons are illegally modified anyway, so no point trying to pursue that angle. If we couldn't locate where the killer took his shot from, I doubt they're going to leave behind evidence anywhere else either.”
“So I'm with Buhel on this one. But based on your report, you already know what that means, don't you Stormrider.”
The detetcive scowled again, this time at Ralak. “I already told you. The politicians are off limits.”
Aria coughed, having moved to stand up at some point, and gave them both a frown while tapping a foot impatiently. Her arms had crossed over her chest, with head tilted to one side. “Mind sharing with the class?”
Stormrider shook his head in frustration, giving all three of them a glare. “Senator Omigrapgh was arguing that Belderone was being highly aggressive to Galidraan, and trying to get the Republic to intervene. It's a touchy subject, since people still remember the Stenax massacres. Senator Farruzola, Belderone's, claims it's all lies and racism. I put forward a request to question him, being the closest lead we have to someone with actual motive, but that was shut down quickly. No politicians Ralak.”
The Zabrak grunted clearly not satisfied, while Aria seemed amused, sitting down on one of the tables and crossing her legs. “Senator's always have something to hide,” she said with a grin, looking at her nails casually. “If we can't question him, let's implicate him. A few leaks to the right reporters. . . “
Both Stormrider and Ralak went aghast at that suggestion, both of them staring at her with open mouths. Aria just shrugged in reply, giving them both a smile and glancing to Buhel to see what he thought of her idea.
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 8, 2016 22:54:12 GMT -5
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 5, 2016 1:54:15 GMT -5
“Reckon I can manage that,” Brax said, before removing himself from the window and closing it behind him. It was unlikely he'd have the authentic ingredients for Swindon's order, but then who on Coruscant was to say what that would actually taste like anyway? Rhit reclined in her speeder seat, relaxing while they waited for the food. She spoke idly, seeming amused by Swindon's choice of food.
“I suppose it is breakfast time. We're up and down in shifts usually, so we almost never eat a day cycle's proper meals. Especially when we're on the go, we just eat what we can. Still, cup of caf? I'd have thought you'd want to sleep when we got back. You've been up for quite a time now.”
Before Swindon had a chance to answer, Brax was already opening the window again. Rhit sat up in surprise, reaching over towards to the window to tale the plastene tray of four drinks and hand them to Swindon, before taking a clear plastene bag with four white boxes inside as well. She sat the bag between the two of them and reached onto her belt, pulling out a credit chit. Brax took it from her and disappeared for a moment from their sight before returning the chit to Rhithia. He leaned out the window, giving them a smile and a small wave. “You two stay safe now, ya hear?”
Rhithia barked a laugh at that and bid Brax farewell, the speeder pulling away from the window as the grizzled old Mandalorian watched them depart. In a moment they were back on the airway, with Rhithia keeping a hand on the food to ensure it didn't go anywhere. The speeder pulled away from the populated areas once more, back into the maze of the abandoned factory district.
In short order, they were pulling back into the garage and the Mandalorians safehouse. The overhang door shut behind them this time, sealing them off from the rest of the Coruscanti underworld. Inside the hangar, Homicide was carrying one of the team's storage boxes into the Mantis. It seemed he had chosen to start packing some of the items that wouldn't serve a use away, now that they had completed their contracts.
The XJ-2 settled down gently next to the spaceship as it came to a rest, and Rhit held up the bag as she hopped out of the speeder. “Take a break Homicide, food time,” she announced, and he nodded, quickly putting the box where it belonged in the ship. The two of them headed into the main room where the table was located, expecting Swindon to follow with the drinks. As they headed in however, Rhithia added almost as an afterthought, “We'll talk about it after we eat,” she told him, likely referring to events that had transpired back at Swindon's apartment. Homicide simply nodded again, staying quiet as they went to have a seat.
Detective Stormrider sighed audibly as Buhel apologized for his lack of introduction, and rubbed his temples. His helmet sat upturned on his desk, with a signed order from the commissioner pulled up on his holoscreen. It was a few seconds before he finally turned, standing and leaving the helmet where it lie. The human stared at the duros for another second with tired brown eyes, likely attempting to size him up. “This way,” he said, sighing again, before turning and heading down one of the precinct's areas towards the briefing rooms.
“I'll be upfront with you. Most likely we've all been given this case because Senior Command won't mind tossing us to the Akk Dogs if things go bad and the Senate Guard comes to take over. You need to understand right away this is as much a political case as a criminal one.”
Stromrider led Buhel into a room with a six label, where two other's waited. One was a human woman with green hair, tattoos up her left arm, with black shorts and a black tank top that left her stomach exposed. She was leaning back in her chair, with her feet propped on one of the rooms tables and hands behind her head. The other was a pale skinned male Zabrak with orange eyes in CSF issue armor, leaning against the far wall with what seemed a permanent scowl set in his face.
“Detectives Aria and Ralak. Detective Buhel,” Stormrider said, getting the introductions out of the way. He scooped up a holopad from one of the tables, sighing again as the holodisplay at the front of the room flickered to life. “Save your questions until after we make it through the basics, as I doubt any of you bothered reading the case file since you're all already here.”
Senator Omigrapgh's picture flickered above the holodisplay, replaying the scene fro where he'd been assassinated. Stormrider continued speaking as the images played, the senator stepping from his ship and down a ramp, before a flash of light from a blaster distorted the scene. As the clip ended, all that remained was a smoking pile of ash where the senator had been standing a moment before.
“This is our primary concern, Senator Omigrapgh's assassination. If you've paid attention to the news, this was three days ago. The weapon in use is an unidentified model of a disruptor weapon, from the effect of the blast. What's more important is that we were unable to locate where the shot was fired from, but the closest vantage point we could narrow it down to was three kilometers away. If you hadn't reasoned it out already, that implies these are professionals we're after here.”
The holodisplay image changed to a side by side of two more individuals one in smuggler's attire and the other a technician of some sort. “So far, we believe the killer assassinated these two as well. The smuggler had multiple priors, but we haven't been able to link anything definitive there. The other was an electrician who from what we could gather, was trying to sell information to a private information firm. They either couldn't, or wouldn't, tell us what it was he was trying to sell. The only thing we have linking these three together is that they were all killed from over two kilometers away, with witnesses present, and were reduced to a pile of ash.”
The holodisplay changed from the scene to an image of a Mandalorian with a rifle across his back as long as the man was tall, crouched over a speeder bike with a hail of laser fire frozen in time around him. Unfortunately, it was taken from too far away to make out any defining details. “This is our killer. It was blind luck that one of our patrolspeeders responding to the scene passed over him while he was fleeing the scene. He was shot out of the air into an apartment complex, but when the crash site was located he and the speeder were nowhere to be located.”
“Which brings us to these two,” Stormrider announced, touching his holopad and the display at the front changed to the image of a girl with a blaster pointed up and a smile on her face, while a female Mandalorian stepped over the body of a CSF officer.
“The girl in this is image is named Swindon, no last name. I personally interviewed her while she was repairing one of three similar models to our perp's swoop in differing repair shops across the lower levels. At the time, she appeared to check out,” it didn't seem the detective was happy admitting this, but he moved on. “Shortly after, she was reported missing, and the repair shop in question had significant interior damage. We now suspect that was to cover her tracks and keep her out of suspicion. She has no priors, and her file is exceptionally dull compared to most of our suspects.”
“Two men were sent to check her apartment, and were subsequently executed in the still you see above. Detective Buhel had a look at that himself. According to his report, he doesn't believe she's fired at a target before. Based on the footage I concur with that assessment, though the whole scene is a mess anyway. Regardless, Swindon is now known to have a pet feline, so every ship leaving Coruscant with feline's aboard is being detained. We'll have a PR nightmare with Cathar, but if we manage to catch our killer and his accomplices, it'll be easy to handle that.”
“One last thing, before anyone gets the idea, is that talking with other senators is already off limits. I've already gotten orders to keep them out of it to avoid someone trying to implicate a senator, so unless we find hard evidence on something all our requests for information on the political front have to go through the Senate Guard.”
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 2, 2016 1:38:47 GMT -5
Rhithia actually laughed at Swindon's apology as the speeder began its descent down one of Coruscant's many air tunnels. They sped alongside a few other closed speeders of varying color, a few starships dropping past them in the central lane to the lower levels. No one gave them a second glance, and the sirens were out of earshot now, left far behind them. Though Rhit had been tense before, she was back to her relaxed self now.
“Swindon, the three of us have at least twenty bounties on our heads, give or take. We kill people for a living. Had you stayed docile, I would have let them cuff us, take our weapons, and then knocked them out in the elevator. Would have bought us some extra time, but it worked out well enough as it was. Even if they'd managed to lock us up, it'd just be a major time loss and a few unpleasant months. Remember when I said Homicide was locked up on a prison ship? Wasn't the first time the Syndicate hit a prison ship and I doubt it'll be the last. That 'killing people' part, it comes with a price, but Syndicate protection outweighs it by a mile as far as I'm concerned.”
“Which, by the way, will extend to you for the time being. All goes well and you stick around, you won't have to worry about that bounty too much. And if or when you do, getting shot will probably be a bigger concern. So don't apologize. Not for doing what needed to be done.” The speeder pulled out of the lane as the reached the level of the Mandalorian assassins safehouse, but the speeder only went a kilometer before pulling off the airway and into the fly-through of a restaurant with a foreign name across the front.
The window slid open as the speeder came to a rest just below it, a grizzled old man leaning forward on his elbows. Scars mottled his face, and an eye-patch rested over his right eye. The helmet was absent, but his arms and torso were covered in the obvious form of Mandalorian armor. He grinned at the two of them, clearly familiar with Rhithia. His smile turned to a frown when he took a second look at Swindon, then shook his head from side to side and sighed.
As he spoke, there was a noticeable accent to his voice, as well as a scolding tone to his deep and gruff vocals. “Girl, ya two's already all over tha news. Now ya know I won't say nothin' if they come round askin' but kriff girl, or aks ya any questions, but ya three keep it up and they'll be on ya like a shriek-hawk for' ya can kriffing blink.”
“We'll be leaving soon Brax. No need to worry about us.”
“If'n ya say so girl. What'cha want?”
“Two orders of tiinglar, a stacked shatual sandwich, three uj cake, and three bottles of ne'tra gal.” Her helmet swiveled towards Swindon then, and Brax waited patiently in the window for the rest of the order. “What do you want? He's good for most basic orders, so long as you don't get too complex or cultural on him.”
Police Sector 712 Precinct
Detective Stormrider sat at his desk, rubbing his temples in frustration. Senior Command had forced him to drop all his other cases for this one, and he had been told in no uncertain terms that they would be putting together a task team for him. It was clear they were scrambling to keep the Senate Guard, or even the Jedi for the matter, from getting involved. They always made things messy, then left without doing so much as a scrap of the filework. What made it worse was that he had been so close to the key to catching the assassin, or an accomplice at least, based on the report coming across his console. So close, and he had walked right out of that repair shop. How had that innocent little girl with her cat turned out to be caught up in killing to of his men. The situation was spiraling out of control, and if he didn't find a way to contain it fast, he'd be on traffic for months. The detective rubbed his temples hard, wishing he'd remembered to bring a stim with him for his headaches today.
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Post by ShockHelix on Apr 1, 2016 22:35:51 GMT -5
Nexus Weekly News April 1st, 2016
General News Things have been a bit hectic since our last update, but fortunately I'm just in time to bring you an update on what we've been working on. So, without any further delay, let's get right in to it.
Fallout As you're all aware, the Automatron DLC came out soon, and has brought with it some new information. We've almost come to a conclusion on where to take this, and progress has been started on guides to help you make use of the new robot mechanics. In addition to this, due to popular demand, we've finally broken down and decided to add a new set of canon to our site lore as well. As I'm sure many of you that have requested it are aware, Fallout: Equestria is a popular crossover fanfiction. For those of you that aren't aware, here's a link to everything you'll need to know about the changes that will come to our own personal canon. While some of you may be dissapointed by the change, it's become abundantly clear that this is what the majority of you desire.
Halo We're finally getting around to updating our canon for this, and based on the path the games are taking, it's going to be a big one. Due to the events of Halo 5 and the upcoming plot of Halo 6, we'll be altering our current canon to reflect these events. This means that A.I. are no longer going to be available, and more importantly that their counterpart - the SPARTANS themselves - will also need to be removed for the future play. From this point onward, only human civilian or marine characters will be allowed, to offset the inherent power presented by all the alien races and ensure fair, balanced roleplay between members. While this may seem restrictive, it's a necessary change to stay adherent to the canon set forth by 343 industries.
Star Wars In addition to what major factions we already have, we've decided to spice things up a bit. From here on out, we'll be adding to more major factions into the fray. First, the return of the Eternal Empire, a force using faction to rival both the Sith and the Jedi, so as to give everyone a third option for their force using characters. Second, will be the invasion of the Yuuzhan Vong. The initial invasion will play out similarly to how it occurred in the star wars legacy canon, but after. . . well, who knows?
Elder Scrolls Due to Elder Scrolls popularity, this is the perfect time to begin trying something new. Starting in a few weeks, we'll be removing the IC boards for Elder Scrolls, and creating a game-based RP section. This means, that from that point onward, all RP for Elder Scrolls will need to take place inside the Elder Scrolls: Online game. During such a session, please copy and paste the logs ito the game-based section here on the site so everyone else will be able to view what happened during your RP.
That's all for this week, but we'll have more details popping up around the site soon, so keep your eyes open. This is Immortal, signing off. Happy April Fools!
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Post by ShockHelix on Mar 30, 2016 23:44:49 GMT -5
Rhithia turned to Swindon as they stepped into the elevator, a level look hidden behind the T-shaped visor of the Mandalorian's helmet. “Shootings may be common at that. But they've got two officers who's equipment has either malfunctioned, or who have flatlined. Officers investigating a missing person connected to a senator's murder.” She held her tongue for a moment to let that sink in as the elevator seemed to descend to the ground floor at a snail's pace. “They'll be here. Even if no one called in a shooting, they'll be here.”
When the elevator doors opened, Rhit walked out without especially hurrying. A single person was waiting to get into the elevator, carrying a sack of groceries, but she paid the man no mind as she brushed past him, and he offered no greeting either. Aside from him, the lobby was empty, and the two of them were able to pass through without any hindrance. Once they were out of the front door, the same sound Swindon had heard while meeting Homicide resounded from Rhithia's helmet, indicating she was receiving a call.
“A bit link late on the update Blink,” Rhit said, before waiting while the Mandalorian on the other side responded. “Hold on, we're almost to the speeder.” In the distance, the sound of far off sirens buzzed, but Rhit hurried no more then usual as they continued to the speeder. Once there, Rhit hopped in the driver's side of the XJ-2, turning the vehicle on. She pressed a few buttons on the speeder's console, after a moment told Blink to go ahead with her report. When the other woman spoke, her filtered voice came through speakers in the speeder now, so that Swindon could hear her as well.
“Sorry I didn't contact you sooner. Was busy trying to secure a way off planet.”
Rhit shook her head, waiting for Swindon to get settled in the speeder. “It's fine, we handled it.”
There was a muffled scoff on the other end of the line, though judging by Blink's immediate reply it had not come from her. “Handled. Sure. If that's want you want to call it. Apparently her apartment buildings security cameras aren't on a closed line. They've got both of you in the hall executing those officers. Bounty will probably be up in half an hour. News will be on it in half that. You're both as high on the wanted list now as Homicide. Well done.”
Rhit sighed, shaking her head again. “Copy that Blink. We'll be back in a bit.”
“Make it quick. Homicide's hungry.”
Rhit touched the speeder's console, ending the call, before looking over to Swindon. “Well, suppose we better get moving then,” she said, half in question. In the distance the sirens were getting closer, and she set the autopilot on the speeder again. In a few moments the vehicle was out in the air again, sweeping around in the opposite direction of the approaching CSF.
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Post by ShockHelix on Mar 28, 2016 20:33:39 GMT -5
Aran did not bother to argue with his master. He had voiced his opinion and Chloe had denied him. In truth, this did not please him much, but Aran thought he could protect his master if things became hectic. As he had already said, the cave was narrow enough where nothing should be able to pass him. At least for the time being anyway. This was not like the city or the forest, where hidden assailants could attack at any angle and dragons could swoop down from the skies where he could not defend. Durzog and Goblins were of no major consequence, not with a bottleneck he could use to his advantage.
He continued to hold the cold at bay, and they continued down the cavern. He had not realized her hand had been on his back, but felt it removed when they started moving forward. To his surprise, the small gesture pleased him. He had not done the best job protecting her so far, and yet it seemed she might trust him do keep her safe after all.
The curse coming from a hidden goblin ahead made Aran tensed, adrenaline surging as he prepared to kill. And yet, no attack came, no spear thrust from the dark or hidden arrow. He came into view of the next cave and laid eyes upon the hovel and its occupant, frowning slightly beneath his helmet. The goblin faced away from him, but there was no simple method of reaching the creature. In his current attire the goblin was certain to hear him if he tried to ambush it in a similar manner to the Durzog. The noises coming from the nearby tunnel confirmed his suspicions that there would be more then a single goblin.
Settling on a course of action, Aran quietly shifted his sword to the hand that carried his shield, lowering them both to his side and drawing the carving knife from his belt. The reflection of fire flickered on the outline of the curved metal blade, and Aran spun the knife in his palm smoothly. Grasping the curved knife by its blade rather then hilt, he moved his arm to the side, before flicking it back and releasing the blade. The curved blade spun through the air in a gentle arc, end over end, until coming to rest smoothly in the neck of the goblin. It let out gurgling noise, and Aran moved to it quickly, pulling his blade from its neck before bringing the hilt around in his hand. He drew the curved blade across the goblin's throat, opening it from end to end, and the spear fell to the floor, rolling over the fire.
As he wiped the blade on the goblin's ragged clothing, cleaning the blood off before re-sheathing the knife, he failed to notice another Goblin approach from the other tunnel. His eyes met with the goblins for a moment and he knelt for the spear. The new arrival screamed a cry of battle, lowering it's spear to charge at Aran, but the guardian moved like lightning. The he drew the collected spear over his shoulder and launched it with all his might at the charging goblin. The spearpoint took the goblin in the chest, tearing through the bone sewn over leather on the creature's chest. It fell backwards, almost lifted in the air, its own spear dropping to the ground.
The shrieks were returned from depper in the cave, and Aran took his sword back in hand as two more of the green-skins came through the cave, both with axes and one with a small buckler. They jumped nimbly over their fallen brother and came at Aran as the man strode to meet them. As they clashed together, Aran danced with all the skill of his training. Despite his disadvantage, he met the attacks of the two goblins easily, parrying one axe-blade with his sword and deflecting another with shield. The goblins swung with all their strength, working together, but Aran anticipated their every move. The clash of metal on metal echoed in the cavern as blade met axe time and time again, until Aran gained the upper hand.
With a twist he avoided the strike from an axe, longsword streaking through the air and taking the hand of the goblin that wielded it. Still whirling, his shield rose to block the attack from the second attack, and with a hewing noise his blade took the first goblins head from it's shoulders, bouncing down from where it belonged and rolling across the uneven surface as blood streamed down the crumpling corpse.
With the first out of the way, he made short work of the second goblin, bullrushing the creature and batting it's own shield out of the way with his. His sword followed the gap smoothly, driving itself through the belly of the second goblin. It screeched in pain, dropping it's weapons as he pulled the hilt from it's belly, spinning back towards the cave entrance. A third goblin seemed to appear from nowhere as he spun, but Aran seemed to have already calculated his attack. Still spinning his blade severed the haft of the wooden spear, rendering the third goblins weapon useless. Halting his spin and arm traveling in an arc, it swiveled from the sidewards angle used to disable the spear and hewed through the goblin from shoulder to waist. Blood sprayed from the massive gash and the goblin fell backwards.
He moved again, heading straight for the tunnel where more battle-cries echoed through the cavern, with only the fight before him. There were no orders to worry about now, no risk of his slipping emotion. Only the absolute focus brought by the adrenaline surging through him and the purpose for which he fought. Only the dance of blades and the protection of his master mattered now, and above all, this was where he excelled. He strode forward with the confidence of a blademaster and the regality of a king, and with the flicker of firelight his blade seemed to hunger for more blood of it's own accord.
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Post by ShockHelix on Mar 28, 2016 1:15:59 GMT -5
Rhithia failed to even flinch when the report of Swindon's new blaster sounded in the hallway. If the round had actually collided with one of the officers the force would have likely killed him by the time it was done sending him across the room. When it was clear they weren't getting up, Rhit bent to pick up her blaster, giving Swindon a glance when the girls excitement seemed to get the better of her. She flipped a switch on her blaster as Swindon failed to finish her question, and Rhithia sighed again. She stepped out of the elevator, looking down both sides of the hallway, though not a soul was in sight on this floor. She crouched over the unconscious officer, putting two fingers to the side of his uncovered neck, then stepped over a piece of broken armor as the second officer coughed, trying to prop himself up on an elbow.
She spoke then, holding up the blaster then as if examining it, rotating it slowly in front of her T-shaped visor. "If these two hadn't called for backup, it'll be on the way now. No one poked their head out I'd wager someone reported the shot fired." Rhit lowered the blaster, looking down at the officer as he returned her gaze with green eyes, his face blackened slightly from the broken bits of armor that had been charred. There was fear on his face as she continued speaking, but he didn't try scrambling for a weapon. "We've got maybe ten minutes before their backup arrives. Maybe half that if their suit's monitors aren't reading flatline to their station right now. They didn't have their helmets on, so they don't have footage of us. Just what they've seen."
What she was implying sunk in quickly, and the officers eyes widened further. He tried crawling back on his elbow slowly, and it seemed now his other arm was broken. "Please," he grunted, coughing again as he tried spluttering out the sentence. Rhit was already moving her gun aiming it towards his face. "My wife. . ." She finished aiming, and he tried to raise his hand to guard his face, but he wasn't fast enough. Three lasers left the pistol and the officer fell back limp, smoke raising from his now charred face. The mixed smell of burnt flesh and hair rose from the now corpse, and Rhit turned away from it without so much as a second glance.
"Back in the elevator and to the ground floor. We know our timeline now." Her words were followed by another two shots, laser fire burning a hole in the unconscious officers head. The tone was flat, devoid of remorse, as though this was just another day for her. Any grimace or facial expressions were obscured by Rhithia's helmet, as usual, and she stepped over the second officers corpse to enter the elevator. Once the two of them were both inside, she hit the button for the ground floor, slipping her blaster back into it's holster, waiting patiently and silently for the doors to slide open again.
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Post by ShockHelix on Mar 20, 2016 18:09:21 GMT -5
Rhit nodded without comment on the landlord's passing, moving quickly to the apartment's window and peering through the glass towards the outside with a small line of light managing to illuminate a line on her armor. Whether or not the mercenary believed the police had fallen for their trap, it seemed she wasn't keen on taking to many risks, watching for any sign of activity outside. Typically on a world like Coruscant, police and their droids would swarm a location they thought was dangerous, though that likelihood lessened the lower into Coruscant you traveled. But with a senators killer at large, they might well forego usual operations and plunge right to the lowest level if it meant closing a case.
When Swindon apologized for not knowing she'd been reported missing, Rhit gave a wry laugh, shaking her head and moving away from the window. “That's Blink's job, not yours. She should have noticed the second the report was filed and contacted me, but we can worry about that later.” Rhit gave her another moment to listen at the door, then when there appeared to be no one waiting outside or commenting on their speaking, she pushed by Swindon and opened the door, moving out into the hall with a hand poised on her blaster. Rhit seemed ready to draw at the first sign of danger, but none presented itself, the outer hallway appearing perfectly safe.
“Come on then, maybe we can get to the speeder without running into them again. I doubt they'll leave as easily as that, even if the landlord is dead.” She motioned for Swindon to follow, not exactly running but not quite walking either. Her right hand rested firmly on one of her blasters, and the Mandalorian's movement was quick with purpose. In short order she reached the elevator, and hit the call button. It could be described that she waited here, but she kept scanning the hallway nervously, seeming to expect the officers to appear from nowhere.
When the elevator doors slid open, a superstitous person would have claimed Rhit had jinxed herself and Swindon by speaking about avoiding the officers. Behind the sliding door stood both of the officers, scowls on their faces and blasters in their hands. Rhit and both the officers seemed to hestitate for a moment, a stunned look crossing both of the CSF officers faces. A moment was all that passed though, and a look between themselves then to Rhit and Swindon told them everything they needed to know.
Their blasters were up, and so was Rhit's, with one blaster aimed at Rhit and the other at Swindon. The taller of the two that had spoken to Rhit at the door spoke up first, shouting at them despite their close proximity. “Drop your weapons! Hands in the air! Now!” The officer was clearly in no mood for games, and Rhit stepped back slowly, keeping her blaster trained on the man.
Further surprise came when she glanced at Swindon, then raised her hands slowly, the blaster she'd drawn clattering to the floor. Her movement was slow and deliberate, clearly making an effort not to set the officer off. “Take it easy,” she murmured softly, though the words coming through her helmet did little to soothe the officers nerves. The one with his blaster on Swindon practically jumped where he stood, aim swiveling to rest on Rhit as she held her hands high in the air. The other officer clutched his gun tighter, still staring at the Mandalorian with a mix of hatred and fear painted on his pale face.
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Post by ShockHelix on Mar 20, 2016 15:42:36 GMT -5
Nexus Weekly News March 20th, 2016
General News If you're wondering why the News this week has been a little late in coming, wonder no longer. It's been a busy week for us, and things don't look like they're going to be slowing down any time soon. But, today also happens to be GuardsGhost birthday, who's been a major help in getting the Fallout 4 site update worked out. Be sure to wish him a happy birthday, and offer up some thanks for all his hard work as well!
Fallout We're two days away everybody. Two days away from the first Fallout 4 DLC and I'm sure all you fallout fans are just dying of anticipation. Automatron may have some big implications for our beloved fallout universe, with the seeming return of the Mechanist, or a new one entirely. There's no telling what might be capable when it comes to the robot modifications, and the big thing we're all holding our breath over is whether or not Bethesda will solidify ending canon like we saw in Fallout 3. Either way, a brand new adventure looks like it waits for us with the Automatron DLC. A major overhaul is coming to the west coast, with Caesar's Legion gaining a lot of land east of Hoover Dam we hadn't specified before, and more factions have been absorbed within their ranks. That's not even including the massive amount of land the NCR controls. It's difficult to pinpoint just how much these groups would have solidified their control over their respective regions, but Dawg's already written half a dissertation length on the Legion alone, so there's a lot of information coming. Once our West Coast is back open however, we'll be taking new character submissions and old character re-submissions for Fallout in full order. If you've posted a generalized character with the proper information and dates, don't worry. We won't be asking you to resubmit it. We'll make a rule thread dedicated to how handling the resubmittal will work. The biggest change in all this however, is that we've made changes to the G.O.A.T., our character template. You're going to see some new sections in there, as well as consolidation of other sections. Overall, there's more description on how to fill out a character template now, so hopefully this will make things easier for everyone, and help us approve characters for use quicker! Perhaps the biggest change coming with the template is the inclusion of a changelog. We know that characters rarely stay exactly the same during their use, so we're implementing this as a way to try and let you bring your characters forward as they move throughout multiple threads and storylines. This is going to be especially important for factions, which is next on the list for an overhaul. You can see a brief description of how to use this changelog in the Fallout character template, and overtime we'll be bringing this addition to every template on the forum.
Halo For those of you that don't follow along with Halo Waypoint's "Canon Fodder" blog posts, there are some new things to talk about this week, though none of it looks like it's going to directly affect our setting. the Halo: New Blood released this month, digitally on March 2nd and on paper March 15th. The story follows Edward Buck, everyone's favorite ODST, and gives insight into his invitation to join the SPARTAN-IV Program. In addition, an announcement has been made for Halo: Tales from Slipspace. A graphic novel anthology, they haven't given us any definitive information besides it's release date - October 12th, 2016.
Star Wars While we don't have anything immediate for you concerning Star Wars this week, we're still working on bringing you all a guide for the military. Currently, a look is being taken into the Empire's strategies, and how they would operate in our galaxy at war. With their most common ships detailed, it's now being determined what vehicles, ranks, armor, and weapons they'd use most frequently.
Legacy of Chaos For those of you that remember, this is the custom world of magic and fantasy we've been constructing here at the Nexus. If you've not yet heard, we've created a wikia article to house all of the information. Currently, it's just not reasonable to try and contain so much in the Nexus threads alone. Zensun, our resident coding expert, has been working on our template's there, setting up infoboxes and incomplete page notifications. All in all, he's doing an excellent job, and with the more technical aspects being handled we can focus more on setting up our help guides and wikia policies for article creation. Without Fallout as our main priority, this likely won't be completed anytime soon, but as you're hopefully becoming used to we'll keep you updated on our progress here.
- Immortal, signing off.
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