License of Mercenary Certification
This license is to certify that the applicant is certified by the united guild of mercenaries for work in all provinces and regions where this license is valid. Duplication of this information without annotation is strictly prohibited.
Full Name: Silas 'Char' Ge'kyrayc (sī•lăss 'shăr' gĕ•kē•rāsh)
Age: 25
Height: 1.82m (1.99m in armor)
Weight: 84kg (120kg in armor)
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Skin: Medium Caucasian
Race: Sephi (near-human) (Surgical Augmentations)
Place of Residence/Base of Operations: 'Orpheon' class Midbulk Frigate 1279443-o "Jai'galaar" (jā•gălăr)
Operational Equipment, Licensed:
'Beskar'gam' (bĕskɑɹ•găm) class Battle Armor, fullbody, semi-reactive magnetic shielding, highly personalized
DC-15 25.5mm coherent energy packet (blaster) rifle, 50 round, customized, 2x power optics added, under-barrel weapon added, collapsible stock
TAC-8 20mm ballistic projectile rifle (shotgun), 10 round, under-barrel
WASP-3 Light Personal Transportation System (rocketpack), 2-stage liquid fueled, back mounted, integrated energy collection system
Vambrace mounted personal grapnel system, matched pair, synthrope, 150ft cartrige
30.5cm combat knife
Internal targeting and aeronautics computer system, integrated into battle armor helmet
Various mission based peripherals, nonlethal
Notes:
Subject prefers to wear personalized full body 'Beskar'gam' class armor at all times due to cultural beliefs, referring to the translation of the armor's classification as 'Metal Skin'. As such, the physical description of the individual may prove to be of little use. Keeping this in mind, we have provided here a description of this armor. Please refer to included images in addition to this description.
Helm is gray in color. The faceplate of the helmet features a roughly T shaped visor. The area around this visor has been painted red, while the 'ear' sensors located on either side of the helmet and the small vent in the rear of the helmet have been painted black. Beneath the visor and on the bottom edge of the helm is a length of reinforced tubing containing the helmet's atmospheric filtration systems, also painted gray with black accents at the intake ports to either side of the 'chin'.
Chestplate is gray in coloration. Chest-plate is a distinct seven plate design over a ballistic vest, fashioned from composite materials including high-impact ceramics and metallic mesh. The seven plates are layed out in a collar plate featuring a red 'rook' symbol, as pictured in Figure 4, four pectoral plates with a small irregular hexagon centered between them and a single abdominal plate. The chest also features segmented rib plates as well as over-shoulder and under-arm connection plates from the chest to back. Electronics are wired within the ballistic vest and connect to all plates, which feature magnetic shielding nodes. The back of the chest-plate features a segmented spinal guard and attachment points for the WASP rocketpack, which is rarely removed. The spine plates are gray in coloration, with the six thrust-guards painted red. The observer's left pectoral plate features one of the three symbols located on the armor, as pictured in figure two.
Shoulders are symmetrical, featuring 'floating' shoulder guards which attach at the shoulder but hang partially over the bicep. Both are painted red.
All arm plating is symmetrical with the exception of the symbol painted on the biceps, as pictured in figures one and three. Biceps and forearms are painted gray, with elbow plating painted red. Each vambrace features a compressed air powered grapnel system. Observer's left side gauntlet features an additional grapnel line, larger than the small synthrope lines, which can be energized with a number of different energy types as well as coated in various substances before firing. Synthrope cartridges for the grapnel system are loaded into the inner wrist. Each hand features a red hand plate in addition to the black gloves worn.
Pelvic armor features a utility belt with numerous pouches for ammunition as well as additional equipment. Groin and Posterior are protected by gray-painted plates.
Leg armor is symetrical, featuring semi-enclosed thigh armor plating painted gray with black leather modular load bearing loops for the storage of pouches and equipment, red knee armor, and gray supplemental shin and foot armor plating attached to the knee high combat boots.
Note that all armor features extensive weathering and battle scars, some of which are recently acquired.
Images:
Applicant in full body armor:
Front View
Observer's Left Side View
Rear View
Applicant's face, helm removed:
Front View
Armor Markings:
Figure 1 - observer's left bicep
Figure 2 - observer's left pectoral chest plate
Figure 3 - observer's right bicep
Figure 4 - collar plate
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Char Ge'kyrayc
"Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la."
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The Arena
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Red Comet
Description
So begins...
Char Ge'kyrayc's Story
The crimson armored Mando'ad made his way into the establishment, which to his estimation was likely to be seedy enough to serve his purposes without adding to much risk to the mission. He scoffed to himself at the thought even as the thought crossed his mind, shaking his head. What his mind stubbornly continued to refer to as a 'mission' was basically an attempt to get into the local economy as some manner of muscle. His skills lay mostly in the combat arts, and there was always a need for a bouncer, bodyguard, merc, or thug. With any luck he'd even find a job that payed....
The thick soles of his boots made little noise as he entered, though the soft noises of his Kama and the various bits of gear he kept strapped to himself with every step made him far from silent. Nestled between the transparent and opaque black layers of his visor was the monophotoreceptor 'eye' which swiveled around independently of his head to track each patron's face for a brief moment, committing them to short term digital memory. He didn't have a current bounty list to cross check them against, nor even anything for this region, but it was always a good practice to know your surroundings.
Once he'd done a once-over of the general surroundings he picked a corner to appear to brood in while he tried to figure out his next move, leaning against a wall and tucking his thumbs in his belt. His 'eye' tracked nearby movement, and he swapped it to detect close-range electromagnetic fields, which would tell him which patrons in the vicinity had concealed metallic objects, specifically ones with magnetic conductors. Nonferrous weapons would fool the scan, but he wasn't really all that worried about anyone pulling a gun on him just yet.
The thick soles of his boots made little noise as he entered, though the soft noises of his Kama and the various bits of gear he kept strapped to himself with every step made him far from silent. Nestled between the transparent and opaque black layers of his visor was the monophotoreceptor 'eye' which swiveled around independently of his head to track each patron's face for a brief moment, committing them to short term digital memory. He didn't have a current bounty list to cross check them against, nor even anything for this region, but it was always a good practice to know your surroundings.
Once he'd done a once-over of the general surroundings he picked a corner to appear to brood in while he tried to figure out his next move, leaning against a wall and tucking his thumbs in his belt. His 'eye' tracked nearby movement, and he swapped it to detect close-range electromagnetic fields, which would tell him which patrons in the vicinity had concealed metallic objects, specifically ones with magnetic conductors. Nonferrous weapons would fool the scan, but he wasn't really all that worried about anyone pulling a gun on him just yet.
Char watched as the man walked in, he was curious as to who this new person was. Char immediately recognized the piece of technology on the man's head, as it was in part of his memory unit that was uncorrupted. He wondered if he could hack it through a wireless signal and see what the man had his technology looking at. After a moment of searching for a signal Char found one to hook up to, he then proceeded in an attempt to hack the visual feed of the monophotoreceptor eye so he could peer through it as well.
The entire time Bo just wanted to shout 'Just fuck already', but it seemed like that sort of thing might give her away, so she waited for the elevator to close before she made her move. Darting to life the blue mist headed for the door, slipping through before shooting up the shaft for the inner doors where it started to seep into the same chamber as Tawny. It began to reform into a humanoid shape clad in black material from head to toe, thin enough around the eyes to see out but too obscuring to look back in. Her identity was a mystery (for those unfamiliar with Terra and the Assassin Society) and her presence could only mean one thing; business.
"Sup," he she said with a slight nod of her head, as if trying to bait out the human instinct to respond as a distraction before she sprung into action. One fist launched immediately upwards, knuckles curled inwards for the jaw of Tawny while the other jammed backwards for the emergency stop. Of course, anyone who knew the true nature of Bo knew her knuckles weren't her knuckles. They were robotic gloves shaped like human hands which meant they were solid metal. Even with the slim fabric covering them, it would hurt to be struck.
"Sup," he she said with a slight nod of her head, as if trying to bait out the human instinct to respond as a distraction before she sprung into action. One fist launched immediately upwards, knuckles curled inwards for the jaw of Tawny while the other jammed backwards for the emergency stop. Of course, anyone who knew the true nature of Bo knew her knuckles weren't her knuckles. They were robotic gloves shaped like human hands which meant they were solid metal. Even with the slim fabric covering them, it would hurt to be struck.
The red armored merc glanced over at the lawman figure for a moment before shrugging and heading toward the bar, his 'eye' swiveling to center on the T shaped visor. His helm featured no wireless connectivity, and the only signals which it was capable of sending or receiving were Very High Frequency (VHF) and Ultra High Frequency Line of Sight (VHF-LOS) communications. His comm suite was currently in essentially standby mode, transmitting a location ping on an unencrypted VHF frequency, 86.364mhz, which must have been what the attempted hacker was detecting. Successful tuning to that station would provide the listener with a semi-hourly chime followed by a cool female voice pronouncing a ten digit number.
Char plopped himself down by the bar, leaning his elbows on it and glanced over at the bartender, but said nothing as of yet.
((Note: The other Char is apparently untaggable.))
Char plopped himself down by the bar, leaning his elbows on it and glanced over at the bartender, but said nothing as of yet.
((Note: The other Char is apparently untaggable.))
Part of the bar began to warp slightly as if time bent, an almost perfect sphere seemed to take shape with shadows ever so rapidly evacuating the sphere. This went on till the point that a small corner of the bar was clad in a dark shadow which in reality was no longer a shadow but a humanoid figure hard to make out from the excess of clothing he wore. The elf stood there his back turned to the patrons of the bar as he brushed off his shoulder opposite of the one with the large knotted bow and quiver full of arrows. In all honesty he seemed a bit out of place with his style of garb. The High Elf turned around finally looking amongst the crowd with an emotionless expression betraying no facial feature to the fact that he did not know where he had ended up at.
"If that's the case, you won't mind telling me as much as possible."
Xas only glanced away from Isis to note the large red figure that plopped down at the bar, then again, how could anyone miss him? Seriously, who wears something that gaudy? And with a horn on the helm no less. Poor fashion sense aside, Xas noted how armed this guy was too, wondering if this planet was dangerous or something. His attention was quickly back to the siren, however, though his tone may have softened ever so slightly. He wasn't surprised that she knew he was a cop, since he did kind of announce it to the world in hopes of flushing out the more nervous villains.
"I suppose first off, I'd like to see the card that woman gave you. Please no sudden movements or tricks, people who are uneasy around cops make me a little uneasy. I'm sure you can relate."
While he noted the sudden elf, this too was met with externally passing interest, as he was more concerned with the woman in front of him stabbing him in the face, or something annoying like that.
Xas only glanced away from Isis to note the large red figure that plopped down at the bar, then again, how could anyone miss him? Seriously, who wears something that gaudy? And with a horn on the helm no less. Poor fashion sense aside, Xas noted how armed this guy was too, wondering if this planet was dangerous or something. His attention was quickly back to the siren, however, though his tone may have softened ever so slightly. He wasn't surprised that she knew he was a cop, since he did kind of announce it to the world in hopes of flushing out the more nervous villains.
"I suppose first off, I'd like to see the card that woman gave you. Please no sudden movements or tricks, people who are uneasy around cops make me a little uneasy. I'm sure you can relate."
While he noted the sudden elf, this too was met with externally passing interest, as he was more concerned with the woman in front of him stabbing him in the face, or something annoying like that.
Jeremy went over as more patrons entered, including Cochise who chose not to use the door, and Char who was close to him. "Welcome to the Grand Opening, my name is Jeremy Tarosi, do you need any help or want anything?"
He was still energized from that sugary concoction Maarat gave him, and was intent on doing a lot. That being said, there were plenty of other attendants, waitresses, and bar tenders he really didn't need to do anything.
However, he soon received word about the alarm in the elevator. "Everyone relax. Someone probably just decided to pull the alarm. We have more then enough countermeasures to deal with any crisis!"
The alarm was shut off, and Jeremy had four security guards come with him to "neutralize" the situation. He found the elevator that tripped the alarm. He was not just going to let someone disrupt his father's work. He tapped into his Telekinesis, and pulled the elevator doors open and the elevator itself down to his floor as the 4 security guards aimed weapons. As soon as he got the elevator fully down, he would force open the elevator doors.
He was still energized from that sugary concoction Maarat gave him, and was intent on doing a lot. That being said, there were plenty of other attendants, waitresses, and bar tenders he really didn't need to do anything.
However, he soon received word about the alarm in the elevator. "Everyone relax. Someone probably just decided to pull the alarm. We have more then enough countermeasures to deal with any crisis!"
The alarm was shut off, and Jeremy had four security guards come with him to "neutralize" the situation. He found the elevator that tripped the alarm. He was not just going to let someone disrupt his father's work. He tapped into his Telekinesis, and pulled the elevator doors open and the elevator itself down to his floor as the 4 security guards aimed weapons. As soon as he got the elevator fully down, he would force open the elevator doors.
Knocking out the girl was too easy. Dealing with the god damn bird was another story. Trying to catch something flighted in a tight space was like trying to catch a fly with a butterfly net. Fingers clutched only at air until Bo realized that they were moving. Shit, how did that happen? Did they have cameras in the elevators and manual control? Sloppy work, Bo. You're already caught. With one hand now forming into a flat baseball mitt like shape she swatted at the owl, trying to bat them into the wall. Fuck birds. They should know better. But there was a much larger problem. First, if the door to the elevator was metal, she would place one hand to it and metal morph it together. They would probably need to blow torch the metal right open if they wanted to get in.
Failing that well...
She would go low, knowing security tended to aim high or middle, and as the doors opened she would swing her hand to unleash a powerful gust of wind, more than enough to shunt a car along the ground. Normal sized beings on the other hand? They tended to get flung about from this much of a blast, especially if they were in a tight corridor where the only places to go were to the sides..
Failing that well...
She would go low, knowing security tended to aim high or middle, and as the doors opened she would swing her hand to unleash a powerful gust of wind, more than enough to shunt a car along the ground. Normal sized beings on the other hand? They tended to get flung about from this much of a blast, especially if they were in a tight corridor where the only places to go were to the sides..
Char peered at the man in red, for seem reason he just couldn't seem to get a view inside of the helmet, which must of meant it was running on a different signal. Char let out a smile sigh and disconnected from the wireless connection, attempting to think what other signals to try.
He then thought of something he could try, he could attempt to intercept all signals currently being put out, he would have to filter out signals he didn't want to look at, until he found the red suited man's signal for his eye.
Char then proceeded to open up a metaphorical net to start catching signals, slowing weeding out trying to get the red man's signal.
He then thought of something he could try, he could attempt to intercept all signals currently being put out, he would have to filter out signals he didn't want to look at, until he found the red suited man's signal for his eye.
Char then proceeded to open up a metaphorical net to start catching signals, slowing weeding out trying to get the red man's signal.
He was incredibly snoopy, which made her suspicious of him once again. It appeared the man was only being nice to her in order to gain information about Felicity. She did not appreciate being used one bit, but for the moment kept her irritated thoughts to herself. Instead, she took the time to look around the current area, noting all individuals that happened to be within her vicinity. That oddly enough involved a being that was very odd in appearance and was perhaps a robot or something like that? She wasn’t sure, but as long as it wasn’t bothering her, the Siren really didn’t care. The other being that caught her attention was someone that was able to warp the vicinity. He appeared to be of the elf being and she wondered why he would come here, but figure it wasn’t any of her business. Unless he was her contact, then it was definitely her business.
When Xas asked for the card, Isis shook her head, leaning back as far as possible in her seat while casually drinking her liquor. There was no way she was going to give it up and wondered why it even mattered to him. Releasing a sigh, she leaned forward towards him, flipping some of her hair behind her shoulders. It wasn’t meant as a seductive move and she hoped he didn’t take it as one. Her red hair was just obnoxious and in her way. Still unsure what to tell him about the card without revealing what she did as a profession, Reign chewed on her bottom lip briefly.
“I already told you what I know. She approached me and slid the card to me before leaving. We barely even exchanged ten words between us. I politely told her to piss off and she replied by attempting to jack around in my mind. There’s nothing else to tell. As for the card, it doesn’t matter what’s on it.” If he kept it up, she was going to utilize her siren abilities and make him forget about the whole ordeal.
When Xas asked for the card, Isis shook her head, leaning back as far as possible in her seat while casually drinking her liquor. There was no way she was going to give it up and wondered why it even mattered to him. Releasing a sigh, she leaned forward towards him, flipping some of her hair behind her shoulders. It wasn’t meant as a seductive move and she hoped he didn’t take it as one. Her red hair was just obnoxious and in her way. Still unsure what to tell him about the card without revealing what she did as a profession, Reign chewed on her bottom lip briefly.
“I already told you what I know. She approached me and slid the card to me before leaving. We barely even exchanged ten words between us. I politely told her to piss off and she replied by attempting to jack around in my mind. There’s nothing else to tell. As for the card, it doesn’t matter what’s on it.” If he kept it up, she was going to utilize her siren abilities and make him forget about the whole ordeal.
Xas didn't like the way Isis kept looking around, and wondered for a moment if she had allies in waiting. She did say that she was to be meeting someone, and she herself was armed. The cop cast a quick glance around the area, but for the moment, no one seemed to be closing in on him. Xas actually appreciated when Isis chose to be less than helpful, as it allowed him to ignore any soft spot he had for the female species. Her hairflip was barely even noticed, nor was the manner in which she leaned in again, as he tried to forcefully tell himself that she was not someone to be pitied, but rather a possible enemy. He didn't know exactly who she was waiting for, but her mention of Felicity mucking around in her mind struck a note with the officer.
"What ex-"
He was cut off by a sudden fire alarm throughout the building, and the nervous chatter of everyone around him. Was this a trick to distract him? The alarm was quickly shut off again, while Jeremy assured everyone that there was nothing to worry about. It didn't seem that his 'companion' tried to do anything, so his attention turned toward the young greeter and his team of armed guards. It wasn't until they managed to open the elevator and were knocked over by an unseen force, that the cop sprung to his feet.
"Nice talk, drink's on me."
Xas pulled what looked to be two marbles filled with some sort of liquid, one glowing a bright gold, the other seemingly filled with mud. He dashed off, not waiting for any comment from Isis, holding each sphere between a different pair of fingers. He didn't go for his gun yet, which was concealed in a shoulder holster under his jacket.
"What ex-"
He was cut off by a sudden fire alarm throughout the building, and the nervous chatter of everyone around him. Was this a trick to distract him? The alarm was quickly shut off again, while Jeremy assured everyone that there was nothing to worry about. It didn't seem that his 'companion' tried to do anything, so his attention turned toward the young greeter and his team of armed guards. It wasn't until they managed to open the elevator and were knocked over by an unseen force, that the cop sprung to his feet.
"Nice talk, drink's on me."
Xas pulled what looked to be two marbles filled with some sort of liquid, one glowing a bright gold, the other seemingly filled with mud. He dashed off, not waiting for any comment from Isis, holding each sphere between a different pair of fingers. He didn't go for his gun yet, which was concealed in a shoulder holster under his jacket.
Cochise looked around as he fiddled with the vambrace on his right forearm locking the buckle again for a better more comfortable fit. The voice the elf heard somewhat startled him at first as he looked over at where it originated from. Though he gave no response to the situation as he felt a few gazes pass over him with a fleeting interest. Also anyone with a inherent ability to notice the auras of others would see the dark tendrils spread from the body of the elf. They would slowly stretch over the length of the bar, though unseen to the normal eye. The elf remained in his stoic posture as if waiting for something or possibly someone to be found.
Char nodded to the kid as he was greeted, and there was a click as the external speaker on his helmet came on, followed by a short hiss of static and the words "Su cuy'gar" (soo cooē•gǎr). The speaker clicked off again once he was done speaking. After a brief moment, he seemed to realize that what he'd said was probably unintelligible and started to say something else, but was cut off by the alarm.
The kid left to deal with it, so he shrugged and glanced over at the newcomer, who seemed to have popped out of thin air or something. Spacetime shenanigans most likely. He judged the man to be a Sephi, which he'd had limited dealings with, but other than that nothing stuck out as particularly notable about him. He raised a hand in greeting, remembering this time to speak in Galactic Basic, or whatever it was they were calling the common tongue here. "Howdy."
As to attempts to gather signals being transmitted by his armor, the only signal transmitted was that unencrypted plain text female voice on the frequency 86.364mhz, which at current time reached it's two-hour mark and chimed once before reciting a ten digit number in the common tongue. The transmission was put out at considerable wattage, so as to reach as far as possible with minimal disruption, and could be picked up on any radio receiver tuned to the proper frequency, to include standard vehicle radios used for music or news transmissions.
The kid left to deal with it, so he shrugged and glanced over at the newcomer, who seemed to have popped out of thin air or something. Spacetime shenanigans most likely. He judged the man to be a Sephi, which he'd had limited dealings with, but other than that nothing stuck out as particularly notable about him. He raised a hand in greeting, remembering this time to speak in Galactic Basic, or whatever it was they were calling the common tongue here. "Howdy."
As to attempts to gather signals being transmitted by his armor, the only signal transmitted was that unencrypted plain text female voice on the frequency 86.364mhz, which at current time reached it's two-hour mark and chimed once before reciting a ten digit number in the common tongue. The transmission was put out at considerable wattage, so as to reach as far as possible with minimal disruption, and could be picked up on any radio receiver tuned to the proper frequency, to include standard vehicle radios used for music or news transmissions.
Bo was not the sort to stand still for a moment. A split-second after her initial air pulse struck she used her spring-like legs to launch out of the elevator, not giving the guards a chance to recover. Her right glove turned into a punch dagger aimed for the gut of the nearest man while her left hand reached for her side, grasping at her trademark weapon, the viper chain. When she reached the man, hit or no, a plume of mist would burst from all sides, bluish in colour and difficult to see through. And a moment later a metal chain would fly out, aimed for Jeremy. Attached to the end was a wicked vipers head with fangs bared and when it came close it would snap down and bite.
Why target the child?
Who the hell sent a child with four security guards unless they were the lynch pin? Besides, the goons with guns would be pretty much useless once she was on top of them and going all psycho kittay.
Why target the child?
Who the hell sent a child with four security guards unless they were the lynch pin? Besides, the goons with guns would be pretty much useless once she was on top of them and going all psycho kittay.
Char picked up the radio signal that came from the red man. He made it out to be a radio signal which confused Char, he soon listened in on it and realized it seemingly had no point. He then shut off his link to it and gave up attempting to see through the red man's eye.
Then the alarm went off, Char was confused by it at first but soon was settled after the child said it was no big worry. He then continued to sit at the bar and stare at the red man, attempting to find out how he could hide the signal, or was it a hardwired connection?
Then the alarm went off, Char was confused by it at first but soon was settled after the child said it was no big worry. He then continued to sit at the bar and stare at the red man, attempting to find out how he could hide the signal, or was it a hardwired connection?
Cochise looked over at the man who raised his hand to him. His right brow raising up in a questioning manner of sorts and at the term "howdy" which he only had heard in limited use amongst the humans.
"Good day to you as well sir." Cochise said bowing his head slightly his right arm raised in the air and his right leg behind his left.
Though the tendrils began to rapidly shoot back towards the elf as they felt the resonance of a conflict though it was not for him to deal with. Though the elf still seemed to size up the man with a somewhat curious eye as he waited to see if the battle would erupt his way.
"Good day to you as well sir." Cochise said bowing his head slightly his right arm raised in the air and his right leg behind his left.
Though the tendrils began to rapidly shoot back towards the elf as they felt the resonance of a conflict though it was not for him to deal with. Though the elf still seemed to size up the man with a somewhat curious eye as he waited to see if the battle would erupt his way.
Isis was definitely not on her game, which was unusual for her. There was something that was bothering her immensely, and she couldn’t figure out what exactly that thing happened to be. Perhaps that was why she was being so elusive towards Xas or maybe there was something else going on with him that was causing her to act this way. A quick internal check of her mental shields let her know that the shields were still up and very tight, so that wasn’t the cause of whatever was going on with her. Luckily, the alarms started to go off, which immediately switched his attention from her towards whatever was happening at the elevators. Shifting her attention towards the commotion just as a gust of wind slammed into the guards surrounding it, the siren couldn’t help but hiss a little. Whatever was going on over there was seriously antagonizing her special abilities.
“Hmm?”
Xas had started to ask her something, but stopped because of the alarms and she barely got anything out before he was rushing away to help out no doubt. Yep, he was definitely a cop. She couldn’t help but admire him for how willing he was to help out and she envied whoever it was that was gaining his help. Sometimes being bad wasn’t all that fun and this was that instant. What she wouldn’t give to have someone care about her that way. REALLY care about her, not forced care like all of her victims. Pulling out the card, she quickly wrote her name and number on the back with a note for him to call her to continue their conversation. She owed no allegiance to Felicity and couldn’t help but wonder if it was time to start a new life. Sighing, she slid to her feet and followed behind him long enough to slide the card into his back pocket.
“Thanks for being so respectful and good luck.” Walking away from him, she headed into the casino part of the building and slid down onto an unoccupied chair.
“Hmm?”
Xas had started to ask her something, but stopped because of the alarms and she barely got anything out before he was rushing away to help out no doubt. Yep, he was definitely a cop. She couldn’t help but admire him for how willing he was to help out and she envied whoever it was that was gaining his help. Sometimes being bad wasn’t all that fun and this was that instant. What she wouldn’t give to have someone care about her that way. REALLY care about her, not forced care like all of her victims. Pulling out the card, she quickly wrote her name and number on the back with a note for him to call her to continue their conversation. She owed no allegiance to Felicity and couldn’t help but wonder if it was time to start a new life. Sighing, she slid to her feet and followed behind him long enough to slide the card into his back pocket.
“Thanks for being so respectful and good luck.” Walking away from him, she headed into the casino part of the building and slid down onto an unoccupied chair.
The mando'ad was about to continue his polite conversation with the presumed Sephi, but paused when the sounds of combat broke out near the elevator. He glanced at what he took to be a lawman heading in that direction and decided he'd add his talents to the fray. Wasn't sure which side he was on just yet, but there was likely to be money to be made.
As he approached, he unlimbered his rifle from it's position on his back, checking the charge, slapping a fresh mag into the receiver, and flicking the safety off with his thumb, a movement so fluid and practiced it seemed to happen on it's own, without any thought. As he approached he took a combat stance, knees slightly bent, feet gliding smoothly over the floor, buttstock of the weapon tucked firmly into the pocket of his shoulder, muzzle angled in front of him and down at a forty-five degree angle.
The Monophotoreceptor 'eye' switched to combat noise with a mechanical 'onng' noise, glowing a brilliant rose hue in the dark recess of his visor. In combat mode as it was now, the 'eye' gathered Infrared, Ultraviolet, Thermal, and Electromagnetic images in addition to a passive sonar feature and melded them together with the aid of a targeting computer and formed a single overlay simply referred to as VISR on his HUD, creating a three dimensional augmented reality layout of the combat that only he could see.
He posted up at the edges of what was likely to be the combat area and waited for the chaos to make sense to him, pumping the action of the under-barrel shotgun in a noise that was almost universally known.
As he approached, he unlimbered his rifle from it's position on his back, checking the charge, slapping a fresh mag into the receiver, and flicking the safety off with his thumb, a movement so fluid and practiced it seemed to happen on it's own, without any thought. As he approached he took a combat stance, knees slightly bent, feet gliding smoothly over the floor, buttstock of the weapon tucked firmly into the pocket of his shoulder, muzzle angled in front of him and down at a forty-five degree angle.
The Monophotoreceptor 'eye' switched to combat noise with a mechanical 'onng' noise, glowing a brilliant rose hue in the dark recess of his visor. In combat mode as it was now, the 'eye' gathered Infrared, Ultraviolet, Thermal, and Electromagnetic images in addition to a passive sonar feature and melded them together with the aid of a targeting computer and formed a single overlay simply referred to as VISR on his HUD, creating a three dimensional augmented reality layout of the combat that only he could see.
He posted up at the edges of what was likely to be the combat area and waited for the chaos to make sense to him, pumping the action of the under-barrel shotgun in a noise that was almost universally known.
It was as Tawny's limp body lay in the now dilapidated Elevator shaft, currently forgotten due to the ensuing battle that her eyes lickered to life. Blurs of the previous events flashed through her mind, the assailant, the sound of the alarms, her engagements with Xas and Jeremy. It wasnt until she notied Shakespeare lying beside her that she found the motivation to move. 'Shakespeare?' she asked nervously of her friend, before she pulled him protectively into her arms. 'What have they done to you?'. Anger, Sadness and alert were all she could focus on as she grasped the elevator door and used it to pull her battle-ridden body and that of Shakespeare upright.
She shuffled unsteadily into the doorway, where she noted the various people, that had come to the aid of the alarms and the figures of her assailant, Jeremy and a few others, currently engaging in combat. Xas was there too, and questions pushed their way into her awareness too, guilt, Why was he still here defending her after what shed said. She remembered the badge, and his job and felt selfish to think that he was fighting for her. If the situaton wasn't as dangerous she may have even laughed at her own stupidity, but either way, a new found regret had grown within her. She looked at the situation, and insticts kicked in. With Shakespeare in her grasp she awkwardly ran towards the pub area and flung herself behind the bar, hoping not to be noticed.
She should have left sooner, she'd known that someone was after her, it was a feeling she and she was sure Shakespeare had felt that was reinforced by previous close shaves with others, and now she had endangered so many others, not to mention probably ensured her permanent removal from any of Jeremy's premises. She just sat waiting for the shinnanigans of the day to come to, what she hoped was a peaceful, and abrupt end.
She shuffled unsteadily into the doorway, where she noted the various people, that had come to the aid of the alarms and the figures of her assailant, Jeremy and a few others, currently engaging in combat. Xas was there too, and questions pushed their way into her awareness too, guilt, Why was he still here defending her after what shed said. She remembered the badge, and his job and felt selfish to think that he was fighting for her. If the situaton wasn't as dangerous she may have even laughed at her own stupidity, but either way, a new found regret had grown within her. She looked at the situation, and insticts kicked in. With Shakespeare in her grasp she awkwardly ran towards the pub area and flung herself behind the bar, hoping not to be noticed.
She should have left sooner, she'd known that someone was after her, it was a feeling she and she was sure Shakespeare had felt that was reinforced by previous close shaves with others, and now she had endangered so many others, not to mention probably ensured her permanent removal from any of Jeremy's premises. She just sat waiting for the shinnanigans of the day to come to, what she hoped was a peaceful, and abrupt end.
As Bo attempted to come down upon him with the weapon, Jeremy tapped into his second power: Pyrokinesis. Two fireballs appeared on his hand, and they blasted upward to incinerate the chain with enough heat that it would melt. He then telekineticly moved the liquid metal back onto Bo. If successful, it would get all over her, and she would need to get it off quickly. If that metal solidified while on her, it old be extremely unpleasant, especially if it got on her head.
However, right after he did that, he would use his third and final psychic power (that he knew of and was controllable). He called it Mind Games. Generally, it trapped people in their own minds, at least temporarily. From it being trapped in a room with your biggest fear, to being stuck in a maze that continuously moves, to simply being forced to sit and talk with your mother that you hate, the Mind Games could be very annoying. Often Jeremy had no real control over what they old be, only how strong they were, but Mind Games had no set time limit. Someone could escape some in seconds, and for others it would take hours. Generally though, if they fell asleep for a certain period of time, waking up might work, but you would have to be asleep. Long enough.
Jeremy would use that power on Bo, to stop her right in her tracks. This power was not really good against many people, but more effective against a single target.
If that somehow failed though, he would attempt to telekineticly trap her, and by now the guards would have recovered and continued shooting, as well as more guards arriving. The Pandorian Bartender, Maarat, took out a shotgun, as well as trying to help by creating a forcefield around the combat area so no bystanders were hurt.
However, right after he did that, he would use his third and final psychic power (that he knew of and was controllable). He called it Mind Games. Generally, it trapped people in their own minds, at least temporarily. From it being trapped in a room with your biggest fear, to being stuck in a maze that continuously moves, to simply being forced to sit and talk with your mother that you hate, the Mind Games could be very annoying. Often Jeremy had no real control over what they old be, only how strong they were, but Mind Games had no set time limit. Someone could escape some in seconds, and for others it would take hours. Generally though, if they fell asleep for a certain period of time, waking up might work, but you would have to be asleep. Long enough.
Jeremy would use that power on Bo, to stop her right in her tracks. This power was not really good against many people, but more effective against a single target.
If that somehow failed though, he would attempt to telekineticly trap her, and by now the guards would have recovered and continued shooting, as well as more guards arriving. The Pandorian Bartender, Maarat, took out a shotgun, as well as trying to help by creating a forcefield around the combat area so no bystanders were hurt.
Xas barely registered that something was stuck in his back pocket as he rushed toward the chaos, and noted that he would have to speak with Isis again later. He tried not to think about the fact that she had caught up with him just to plant something on him, or the fact that her hand may have lingered for a nanosecond longer than needed. He didn't think that she was one of his targets, but there was no way to be sure without further investigation. He skid to a stop just within the circle of the force field as it formed, though he was completely unaware of this. His real concern was the battle at hand. He noted Tawny fleeing to safety, but he con't react to that now, he was just glad that this wouldn't be a hostage situation, and that the girl was safe for now. He would come to terms with his anger at himself for not following, and annoyance at her leaving, later.
The scene moved quickly, with the attacker having targeted Jeremy right away, though from a tactical standpoint it made sense. The small feline creature was clearly quick on its feet, and the boy was clearly much more than he would have had Xas believe at first. He wasn't that surprised, but he was somewhat concerned at the blunt manner that Jeremy used his powers in. Xas chucked in the brown pellet first, which would burst on contact, into a quickly expanding blob of black goo. Anyone ensnared in it would suddenly find themselves plastered to the first surface they came in contact with. While Xas's target was the feline, it was entirely possible that it would miss, or hit the wrong person.
Pass or fail, Xas then closed his eyes and chucked in the glowing pellet with would burst with a deafening bang and a blinding flash of light. Along with this was a pulse of pressure with was roughly equivalent to to someone cupping their hands and slapping it over one's ears. The pressure change was disorienting to most unprotected lifeforms, though it clearly didn't affect machines and armored folks. To a point it would even effect the officer, deafening him and leaving him with a slightly dazed feeling, but he had trained to fight though the stunning effects, and made sure that he could at least still see.
The scene moved quickly, with the attacker having targeted Jeremy right away, though from a tactical standpoint it made sense. The small feline creature was clearly quick on its feet, and the boy was clearly much more than he would have had Xas believe at first. He wasn't that surprised, but he was somewhat concerned at the blunt manner that Jeremy used his powers in. Xas chucked in the brown pellet first, which would burst on contact, into a quickly expanding blob of black goo. Anyone ensnared in it would suddenly find themselves plastered to the first surface they came in contact with. While Xas's target was the feline, it was entirely possible that it would miss, or hit the wrong person.
Pass or fail, Xas then closed his eyes and chucked in the glowing pellet with would burst with a deafening bang and a blinding flash of light. Along with this was a pulse of pressure with was roughly equivalent to to someone cupping their hands and slapping it over one's ears. The pressure change was disorienting to most unprotected lifeforms, though it clearly didn't affect machines and armored folks. To a point it would even effect the officer, deafening him and leaving him with a slightly dazed feeling, but he had trained to fight though the stunning effects, and made sure that he could at least still see.
The elf looked once more in the direction of the shooting placing a hand over his face as he lightly shook his head at the arrogance of such a people. To start a fight with numerous people around to him was nonsense, unethical, and only spoke of cowardice and dishonor. Cochise with a silent yet with a practiced hand pulled the bow from around the quiver on his back. Cochise methodically made his way past the fellow he began to converse with to a full view of the battle. A small smirk crossed the elf's face at the scene of the chaos in the hallway. The elf raised the hand holding the coveted longbow to his lips with the faint whisper of a word to it.
"What I seek is absolution! De Ogen!" The words flourished from the mouth of the elf strong, firm and somewhat roaring.
The bow then swiftly changed eyes opened up on the bow, staring wildly around some large and others small. Now that the bow was awakened Cochise was given a few more less lethal options.
"What I seek is absolution! De Ogen!" The words flourished from the mouth of the elf strong, firm and somewhat roaring.
The bow then swiftly changed eyes opened up on the bow, staring wildly around some large and others small. Now that the bow was awakened Cochise was given a few more less lethal options.
"Hey, is..." Lev squinted into the dimness of the pub. It wasn't the lack of light -he flew a starship, and how bright are those?- so much as the distance from him to Cochise.
Well. That, and the subject.
"...is that dude an elf? -- Also," he added, turning to the woman behind the bar, "what the fun is goin' on?"
Well. That, and the subject.
"...is that dude an elf? -- Also," he added, turning to the woman behind the bar, "what the fun is goin' on?"
Thomas entered the casino once again as but he immediately knew something was wrong the place looked like a battle field as innocents scattered and ran for cover. What the hell is this crap? He thought as he threw up a plasma shield infront of himself to deflect any stray fire.
He could have jumped into the fray but he decided to wait and as part of the Pandorian Military he knew he had a duty to protect the Alliances Citizens. But the combat part seemed to be covered plus he wanted to try and figure out what exactly was going on. He then realized that most of the shooting was coming from the guards as they seemed to surround bow.
He debating on intervening but once again decided to remain non-combative and merely made a larger shield extending the wall around a small area to provide cover for anyone that wished to avoid the fighting.
He could have jumped into the fray but he decided to wait and as part of the Pandorian Military he knew he had a duty to protect the Alliances Citizens. But the combat part seemed to be covered plus he wanted to try and figure out what exactly was going on. He then realized that most of the shooting was coming from the guards as they seemed to surround bow.
He debating on intervening but once again decided to remain non-combative and merely made a larger shield extending the wall around a small area to provide cover for anyone that wished to avoid the fighting.
Lev, who did not wish to avoid the fighting but wanted to be on the right side if he got froggy, eyed up the newcomer. Military? Cop? Lensman? Hard to tell which, but one of those for sure.
"Hey." He said it casually, like talking about...say, mufflers, or the menu at AstroBurger. "This kinda thing--" he indicated the melee with a finger, making a mixing/swizzling motion "--happen often around here?"
"Hey." He said it casually, like talking about...say, mufflers, or the menu at AstroBurger. "This kinda thing--" he indicated the melee with a finger, making a mixing/swizzling motion "--happen often around here?"