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Post by Stelpher on Mar 25, 2017 13:03:13 GMT -5
(Sorry for the hold-up.)
Through the vision enhancement of her mask’s visor, Naomi watched the two figures enter the marketplace. They were easily recognizable in the massive flow of the market, they looked and moved in an unfamiliar fashion that easily brought attention to them. Under normal circumstances the two would be swarmed with traders, women, thieves and whoever else thought they could get something out of the tourists, but Naomi’s ‘news’ had been given time to spread and few were brave enough to risk entering the center of the firing zone if someone decided to take a swing. Naomi originally thought that they might just be any other Republican agents, but as she watched the two she caught a glimpse of something far more pleasing. It was only for the briefest moment, a window between the many passers-by, that she saw a familiar shape on the younger-looking man’s belt. Naomi’s hand went to her own belt, gripping down on the shaft of one of her lightsabers, and her grin widened. No longer were her features expressing mischief, but anticipation, menace and bloodlust. A Jedi, likely two. She had originally thought this job dull and boring, but with the possibility of two Jedi before her, Naomi was thankful for taking it. On this planet those two Jedi would die, and she would be one step closer to avenging her master.
Though she desired nothing more than to leap from her shadowed vantage point and tear a bloody path from herself to the Jedi, Naomi restrained herself. There were too many people who would get in the way, and it was foolish to take them both on at once without knowing the extent of their training. The last thing she wanted to do was charge head-on at two Jedi Masters. And so Naomi waited, and watched. One appeared young, arrogant, stupid. A Padawan most likely. Prey. She wondered how he would scream when she took his life. The other seemed older and wiser, more seasoned. Potentially a Master, although there was the possibility that he may just be an experienced Knight. No matter, she would isolate them first, and then she would kill them. First the Padawan, then the Master. Killing the Padawan would be a simple enough task, and with his loss weighing on the Master he would fall soon enough. Naomi had the core of her plan laid out and was working on the method. How to isolate the two? She required the confusion and chaos of battle, the marketplace would not be enough. She would have to wait for an opportunity to present itself for now.
Before long it came, Naomi’s opportunity. A single shot rang out from a Blaster pistol and the whole market went silent. A thug had decided to claim pseudo-bounty she had placed on the head of anyone who looked significantly out of place, and the two fit the description perfectly. The silence after that first shot seemed to last minutes, but in reality was over in a flash. As the younger Jedi counter-attacked the aggressor, his fellow thugs joined the fray. Chaos rose as market-stalls defended their wares, civilians panicked to get out of the way and more people joined the fight (whether also trying to claim the kill or attempting to defend the man). Fists clashed and Blaster’s fired, and the fight only seemed to grow larger. Naomi had her chance and she took it, leaving her shadowed perch and descending into the sprawl below. Ducking and dodging between the masses, Naomi subtly channeled the force through her body to increase her speed. She didn’t push herself too far, she didn’t need the lightning quick movements and reflexes she used in combat, not yet. She just needed a small boost so that her presence had already passed before anyone could react. Closing on her target, Naomi rushed through the fight, little more than a blurred figure in a dark cloak passing by until she approached the younger of the Jedi. She immediately went for his belt, aiming for the lightsaber. She grabbed what she could and kept running, not bothering to check whether she got her mark, before she disappeared into the maze of the narrow streets, hopefully with the young Jedi, and only the young Jedi, in pursuit.
(I assume Ru wouldn't be using his lightsaber in this fight, hence why I did what I did. Let me know if there's any issue.)
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 3, 2017 0:37:38 GMT -5
I may not be one of the old and gold folks, but I'm still around. Just currently swamped with assignments.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 17, 2017 8:31:48 GMT -5
Naomi quickly made her way through the streets towards the marketplace, weaving through alleys and over small rooftops in what she decided was the shortest route to her destination. She had walked these streets many times during her time on this particular job, and had made sure to memorize as much of them as possible. Within ten minutes she had made it to the edge of the marketplace, a large square space edged with buildings, roughly two hundred meters across and filled with a maze of stalls. Upon quickly scanning the area for anyone looking out of place, she found to both her relief and irritation that if the Republic were already here, they hadn’t made it this far yet. Of course it would be nice if they could get away with everything without a problem, but that would be hopelessly dull and boring. Naomi desired interruption. Interruption from the facades and lies of civility, from greed and the deceiving nature of most of the galaxies intelligent races. Her time on Felucia was no joyride, but they were straightforward. Survive at the cost of all else. There was no pretense of peace; every creature in those forests knew full well that everything else was out to get them. Naomi sighed, entering the market-place, her cloaked form passing casually between stalls as she continued scanning the area. She knew that not all people were as bad as she made them out to be. Simply looking through the markets revealed countless individuals and families selling their wares and offering their services to get by, just trying to make an honest living. It wasn’t so much people that she desired interruption from, but civilization as a whole, with its politics and economics. Where it wasn’t enough for people to just get by, they had to make sure they gained something from living.
While Naomi silently argued with her thoughts over her feelings, she dipped into the shade of a small, cramped alleyway to escape from the heat of the sun. Within a few short moments a smuggler had found her in the crevice. “Leave it to smugglers to find me here…” She muttered quietly to herself before beckoning the smuggler over, a young man who couldn’t have been a day over eighteen. Judging by his clothes lightweight and un-restrictive clothing, the boy was a runner, probably relaying messages through the city. “You are Miss Hunter, yes?” The boy asked in rapid-fire tone, echoing the energy coursing through his body as he constantly shifted in place. Naomi responded to the man with a brief nod. “They’ve uh- that is to say…” The boy took a moment to breath and collect himself before clearly relaying the message. “Mister Craven’s suspicions were correct. Republic troops were sighted leaving the space-port several minutes ago, spreading out across the city. Myself and several others are informing as many as we can on our way back to the HQ.” Naomi nodded once more, contemplating the message. The safest bet would be to head back herself to the building they were using as a base of operations and keep the package safe, but on the other hand she could have a lot more fun dealing with the Republicans herself. Having delivered his message, the boy began turning to continue on his journey before Naomi shot out an arm to grab his shoulder. She had an idea that could prove quite entertaining. A menacing chuckle resounded from beneath Naomi’s mask before she spoke to the boy, small streams of air venting from the breathing apparatus that had been fitted in-case she had to work in hazardous environments. “Before you continue on your way, inform as many people in the marketplace as you can that some Republic agents are in town searching for a rich merchant at the Fireflux bar and that he’ll handsomely reward anyone who deals with his…’problem’.” The story of the merchant was complete bullshit and Fireflux was a random bar she had passed by on the street a few times, but if story was enough to convince some of the scoundrels wondering the markets and they dealt with any Republicans they came across then that would be good enough. She released her grip on the boy and he quickly left the alleyway, disappearing into the markets.
Several moments later Naomi also exited from the crevice, a small grin hidden behind her mask. Something about manipulating the nature of people to do her bidding satisfied that small twisted corner of her mind that she was ashamed to admit she had, but the sooner this job was over the quicker she could move on to something that was closer to simply killing. Somehow she found killing another to be less evil than manipulation. She had basically grown up with killing as a basic rule of survival, and killing for credits that would be used for both her survival and her goal of hunting the Jedi was easily justifiable within her own mind. She reached the edge of the marketplace closest to the Smugglers’ base of operations, turning down one of the dark alleyways between the buildings and climbing up onto one of their roofs. There she waited, silently surveying the area once more, hidden in the shade of the building beside the one she stood upon. If any Republicans did arrive in the marketplace, she wanted to make sure she got a first row seat to want insured. Crossing the rooftops and enhancing her speed with the force, she knew she could easily make it back to the headquarters if she needed to.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 11, 2017 21:58:10 GMT -5
Stel is still eager and ready.
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 22, 2016 3:22:34 GMT -5
Maridun, a temperate world of grassy plains and forested meadows. A quiet backwater world with only a few major population centres. A dull and boring world. Naomi sat, surveying the town from the window of the building, one of the few buildings in the town that stood above three stories tall. As a world controlled by the Hutts, it was no surprise that much of this town was now occupied by smugglers and other lowlifes, and her employers had very little trouble securing this building for the operation she was to oversee. Escort work, not something Naomi regularly participated in. She was to keep her eyes on a package and ensure that it made it to her employers without any trouble. She was nearly tempted to decline the job, but had found herself a little lacking in credits as of late and didn’t have much choice in the matter.
With a sigh, Naomi turned away from the window to gaze upon the room itself, a large conference room filled with, maps, equipment and items things necessary for their operation. Several smugglers hurried about the room, chatting amongst each other and preparing. Only a select few actually knew the details of the package and who it was going to, the rest were simply hired as extra protection to keep everything running smoothly. 'Not that it would be needed.' Naomi thought to herself. She was more than confident in her own abilities, and she doubted there would be much trouble in such a backwater planet as this anyway. 'Of course, there is always the possibility that the Republic might turn up, those guys seem to have informants everywhere.' A scowl appeared under Naomi’s helmet. While she never had any particular reason to despise the Republic, they openly allied themselves with the New Jedi Order and that was something she could not forgive.
As Naomi’s thoughts began to darken the room itself seemed to echo her, and one could swear that the light grew dimmer while the air cooled, however Naomi was interrupted from her brooding as a smuggler approached her – leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the window. The smuggler, a human or sub-human, gazed upon her with sharp green eyes, his sandy blonde hair held back with a grubby bandana. A bulky DL-44 rested on his belt, banging awkwardly against the wall as he adjusted his pose. “So Miss…Hunter, was it? So what’s your story huh? You don’t look like a smuggler, you some sort of liaison or something? ‘Cause I know none of us hired you.” The man examined Naomi up and down, although most of her form was hidden from view by her armoured cloak and mask. “And what’s with all the breathing apparatus?“ As if to emphasize, the man began tapping the visor of her mask. “You that scared to get a little dust in-“ The man’s comments were cut short as a cybernetic arm whipped out from under Naomi’s cloak, taking hold of the man’s hand a squeezing with a sickening crack as something in the hand broke. “Too many questions.” Naomi hissed, ignoring the man’s cries and yelps of pain, holding the hand for a few moment’s longer before releasing. The man pulled back, nursing his injury with his other arm as he began to retreat further into the room. “Whatever, just don’t get in the way if the shooting starts…crazy bitch…” As the man left her, Naomi turned back to look towards the window, her throat emitting a savage guttural growl as she thought to herself. ‘Fool, if there is a battle I will be the one to end it.’
Naomi continued watching the window for several more minutes, seeing ships come and go from the nearby space-port, before her attention was drawn back into the room by a voice. “All right everyone, shut up and listen for a minute. There’s only sixteen hours left until our employers are schedules to arrive and pick up our…’luggage’. We’re on the home stretch folks, but that means now we’ve got to be extra careful. If anyone’s picked up on our activities then their window of opportunity is closing, so they’ll be rushed to make a move. I want anything unusual reported back here immediately. Do I make myself clear?” Murmurs of agreement echoed throughout the room from the smugglers before crowd dispersed and everyone went back to the jobs. The man who spoke, a tall man who looked as if he had been in the business a fair while due to the rough grey beard shooting from his chin, slowly made his way over to Naomi, stopping at an arm’s length away. The man offered her his hand, although they both knew she wouldn’t take it as he spoke in a hushed tone. “Craven. It’s good to know that our friends over at Black Sun sent someone competent to watch over us. I don’t think the rest of these guys are really up to par when it comes to protecting a package as…’valuable’ as ours. Seen anything yet?” Craven nods towards the direction of the space-port. Naomi shakes her head. “Nothing so far, but if they arrived in a civilian vessel then they may be here already.” Craven nods once more. “Don’t worry, in a couple of hours we’re going to move the package to a safer location closer to the drop-off zone. Until then we just have to hope everything runs smoothly. I have some of my best guys out there combing the streets for anything suspicious, but if you wish to join them then I’m sure we can hold down the fort for a mere two hours.” Naomi takes that as her opportunity to leave, heading towards the room’s exit. If there was an attack by the Republic planned, she would rather intercept it within the town itself rather than at their last line of defence. With that in mind, Naomi departed the building, making her way towards the town’s markets.
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 20, 2016 3:14:27 GMT -5
Note: Just coming back to fix a few broken links, don't mind me.
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Post by Stelpher on Dec 17, 2016 12:00:19 GMT -5
So, who from this thread is still currently not caught up in the stranglehold of life? And among those, who is still interested in this? Because with every new episode of season 4 my longing to revive this thread returns.
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Post by Stelpher on Nov 13, 2016 8:47:49 GMT -5
Sorry about the delay everyone. I wasn't sure if we should wait for Dap or not, and I've also been quite busy with life and school stuff. Again, sorry.
The undercity was a cluttered maze of machinery, storage, lifts and staircases – most of which was not operational. Every surface was coated in thick layers of rust and grime, puddles strewn about containing chemical solutions so vile only The Emperor and the unlucky ones charged with disposing of them knew. The thick smog polluting the lower levels made it impossible to see any more than a few meters in front of you, clouds of noxious gas billowing over the visors of the Guardsmen’s gas masks. Whatever minor air filtration systems had once run down here were evidently left neglected, the automated facilities still active pumping out filth faster than it could disperse into the air of the wasteland-ish world outside. Lynnette made her best attempt at keeping an eye out for whatever could have caused the hive city to suddenly go dark, but with the limited visibility she was having a hard enough time making sure she could still see Commissar Ameranth still at the back of the squad. As the squad passed one particular walkway, Lynn couldn’t help but peer down. All that awaited in the subterranean levels of the city were vile clouds so thick that they appeared more like an unending ocean, and Lynn could hardly believe that there would be mines and even more factories below. The fact that some things, mutated or not, could survive down in these depths was some kind of sick miracle in and of itself.
Deleede, who was directly behind Lynn, slowly brought up beside the woman. “Not the most accommodating of places is it?” She couldn’t help but emit a bitter chuckle. “No, I guess not.” Their quiet tones, together with the muffling of mask and smog as well as the constant echo of machinery deeper within the city made their words difficult to hear one another, but at least that allowed their conversation a certain amount of privacy so close to the rest of their squad.
Lynn let out a deep sigh. “I wonder which will kill me first, the poisonous cocktail that we’re trudging through right now or a mutiny? I couldn’t help but overhear some of their conversations on the way in, seems most of them think I’m insane or insanely stupid. Honestly I don’t blame them.” She could practically feel Jon smiling beneath his mask, ever the optimist, ever trying to keep things together. “You mean you aren’t? And here I’d thought you’d have to be one of those two to have fought toe-to-toe with Orks and Chaos and still be willing to charge head-on into the fight.” Lynn gave a weak smile, hidden beneath her mask. “No-one knew the kid was gonna fall, okay? Just don’t beat yourself up about it too much. Who knows? Saving time then may mean we can save someone else later, right? It might not mean it was the right choice, but it will mean you will get a chance to redeem yourself, if only a little.” Lynn sighed once more. She was thankful that Jonas made such an effort towards anyone, regardless of whatever they had. She only hoped that in the worst case scenario he wouldn’t be cast down with her. He deserved so much better than that. “We both know I’m not cut out for this. My place is on the battlefield, and whatever this is, this isn’t it. Hell, if any of them thought they could do a better job I’d be welcome to let them take it, but I don’t want any of them to have to suffer from the crushing responsibility that comes with leadership.” Deleede nodded slowly, before giving her a quick slap on her metallic shoulder. “Well, that’s still up to debate. Anyways, don’t worry so much. Just keep focussed on the mission. Maybe when things are a little less tense, I’ll sit down and try to talk things out with the team. I’m not a Vox operator for nothin’ you know? Communication is my speciality.” Lynn waved a hand to Jonas dismissively. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Now get back in formation Trooper, or I’ll have our friend the Commissar give you a slap on the wrist. While you’re back there, bring Rabalius up here. He’s a hive-worlder, and I trust him a hell of a lot more to find our way than myself.” Her conversation partner nodded, before falling back in line.
Soon after, Mithras made his way up to the front. The smog seemed a little less dense then when they had first entered, but Lynnette was quick to admit that she had no clue where she was going. It was impossible to tell exactly how closely they were following the route depicted on their map. They needed to get to the upper levels as soon as possible to rendezvous with Delta and Charlie, the issue was getting there in the first place. She told Mithras as much. She trusted his instinct and his knowledge of these kinds of places far more than any Command-issued map. Of course if she was wrong, they could end up hopelessly lost until the filters in their masks corrode and they all die, but it was best not to think about that. And so the squad continued, with Mirthas’ guidance, deeper into the hive-city in search of stairs and lifts to get to the higher levels. Before too long they found they were not alone in the depths, the occasional mutant also crossing their path. The misshapen creatures would quickly retreat into the darkness whenever Lynnette tried to shine a light on them. For some reason that disturbed Lynn deeply. She had heard the stories and knew just how aggressive most mutants were known to be. Seeing them run away could only mean one thing in her mind – they were afraid of something. If there was something in this city that could terrify them, Lynn knew that they should all probably be feeling the same.
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Post by Stelpher on Nov 4, 2016 20:46:21 GMT -5
Harry, you're alive? Could'a fooled me.
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Post by Stelpher on Oct 21, 2016 20:35:17 GMT -5
Comment = Left.
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Post by Stelpher on Oct 14, 2016 0:37:10 GMT -5
#MakeRPGreatAgain.
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Post by Stelpher on Oct 6, 2016 4:45:48 GMT -5
-politely subtle yet insistent coughing-
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Post by Stelpher on Aug 22, 2016 1:26:55 GMT -5
The lack of RWBY activity makes me cry.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 31, 2016 5:37:29 GMT -5
As Oliviaer selected her drink and began to pay for it, she noticed a presence behind her. Likely another student in need of refreshment, she could almost feel the agitation radiating from the newcomer. Agitated or not, Oliviaer had reached the vending machine first and the presence would simply have to wait its turn. Her choice of beverage was a peculiar sort of cold tea in a purple bottle, a drink that Oliviaer had never seen before in Atlas. Intrigued, she had opted to try it. Upon twisting off the lid and taking a sip, Oliviaer noted the pleasantly sweet flavour, followed by a subtle bitter aftertaste. At this point she could hear the figure behind her tapping their feet against the ground, and she turned to face them.
To Oliviaer’s surprise, the agitated figure was one of the girls she had seen earlier, the armoured girl with the chain belt. Oliviaer had considered her as a possible ally for when teams were chosen, as she seemed to be a competent fighter. The girl was rather short up close, almost a whole foot shorter than Oliviaer herself, and she could barely see the girls deep crimson eyes beneath her head. Oliviaer watched the girl with her ever-present steely gaze, then suddenly dropped her attaché case to the floor with a heavy thud. With one of her hands now free, Oliviaer offered a hand towards the girl. Her father always said that it was polite to shake someone’s hand upon greeting. Regardless of whether or not the hooded girl took the hand, Oliviaer proceeded to pick up her attaché case wordlessly step out of the girl’s way. She no more than a couple of meters away before turning back to the girl, watching her in silence as she finished her peculiar drink. Upon completion of the cold beverage, Oliviaer crushed it in her clawed left hand, scrunching it up into a ball of aluminium. Her grip released and the ball fell the floor, however before it could reach its destination one of Oliviaer’s legs lifted. Her ankle suddenly thrust out, impacting the aluminium and sending it hurtling towards the hooded girl. There were no hostile intentions behind Oliviaer’s action, she simply saw it as a quick way to test the possible ally’s reaction time. Taking note of the result, she continued to wordlessly pick up and dispose of the ball where-ever it had ended up, then proceeded to head towards the airship’s exit as it began to land.
Once the landing had been completed, Oliviaer disembarked. She walked a short distance through the open area outside the school, taking in her surroundings and examining the entrance. The area was very open, with a main path leading forward to a fountain, accompanied by large grassy flats to either side. The scene painted a peaceful and surprisingly natural picture, as opposed to the images she had seen of Atlas’ imposing fortress-like academies. Oliviaer waited by the entrance for several minutes on her scroll, taking pictures and otherwise occupying herself as students proceeded to arrive and head towards the hall where new students were directed. In the case that her suspicions were correct she wanted to make sure her equipment was working and combat ready for any sort of challenge right away. She waited until she was sure most of the students had disembarked already so that nobody could watch her and see her weapon in use, which could potentially disadvantageous if she had to duel anyone once inside.
Taking one last glance around to satisfy herself, Oliviaer pressed a hidden button on the handle of her attaché case and pushed her hand down into it. The case expanded, twisted and writhed as its shape rapidly changed, first shifting up onto her forearm and locking itself in place, then expanding out the bottom as the blade began to take shape. A few seconds later Brünstad was complete, its revolving magazine completing a rotation before resonating a loud click. Oliviaer gave the weapon a few practice swings, adjusting to its familiar weight and size. She nodded satisfactorily and began effortlessly swinging the bulky weapon once more, much faster this time. Her body shifted and spun while her legs remained in motion to keep the momentum of the weapon going, redirecting the blade with careful twists and the guidance of her gauntleted arm. The girl continued to do so for a full minute before she finally began to slow, the heavy blade resting against the path once it had come to a stop. Oliviaer pressed a button inside the weapon and Brünstad began reverting to its inert form. Giving her shoulder a quick roll, the gainsboro grey girl continued towards the hall, a dark, bulky case in her hand.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 21, 2016 1:49:29 GMT -5
Currently...I think Kap is up for the Vale ship?
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