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Samuel's body is mostly cybernetic, the few organic parts left within genetically modified and additionally cybernetically enhanced. His bones are impregnated with fullerene forged titanium, his entire musculature replaced with nanofibers of the same. Most of his internal organs are organic, enhanced far beyond the normal levels of human ability. The few organs simply replaced were his eyes, and his aural and nasal sensory organs. Even his skin has been modified, a combination of natural flesh and synthetic adapted fibers, the result being as tough as light to medium armor.

Rebuilt as he has been, the man can dent tank armor with a punch, sprint at speeds up to 100mph, and leap nearly thirty feet with ease. Designed by his government to be the next generation of super soldier, Sam has far exceeded expectations.

But he was also given a weapon, from whence he is called a Tech Blade. The Ensis is a combination of alien artifact and human reverse engineering to form a quite formidable weapon. A blade of adamantium, fusing seamlessly in a hilt of the same. Encompassed by the hilt is a series of micronized fusion generators connected to a small orb and its attached rod. This is the alien artifact, the power behind the three triggers on the hilt.

The first coats the blade in a dense sheath of plasma contained within magnetic fields. This "blade" can be thrown as a ranged weapon by releasing the trigger during a swing or stab. Drawing on only one generator, 100 such blades can be used every five minutes before a two minute recharge is required.

The second activates an anti-kinetic, energy reflective personal field over the wielder. It has a time limit of three minutes, one for each generator before cutting out and requiring at least a two minute recharge per generator. Each generator provides enough power to absorb up to 1.5 megatons of accumulated energy before failing, with the same recharge.

The third is the most powerful of the three. It generates a fluxing gravitonic field at the sharp edge, allowing what simply appears as a sword to cleave apart starship plating like paper. This can only be maintained for three minutes at a time, one per generator with a two minute recharge per generator.

The final piece piece of this weapon, however, is the hilt. Purely designed with human technology, The blocky mechanism is dangerously tricky, for its appearance hides an ability that in the hands of a Tech Blade, is often decisive. Operation requires but a single hand,for the operator stands ready to draw. The free hand pulls a trigger, triggering an explosive reaction to blast the sword from the sheath like a bullet, to be caught and then swung in the single fastest draw known in existence. Samuel's skill with this particular equipment is such that he has been reported to execute a drawing slash at Mach 3.

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Samuel Grey's Story

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#2012-09-08 21:58:21, as written by Lobos

A tall, thin man strode into Gambit's, a metallic glint in his eyes. Clad in a full body brown duster and a wide brimmed hat of the same, he seemed to be straight out of an old Western...until one notice the long blade sheathed at his side.

Samuel Grey regarded Gambit's, and those within, for several minutes. Cybernetic eyes fed images to both his brain and the implants within his gray matter, together creating a picture much more complete. The flowing motions as he strode to the bar betrayed nothing other than human normalcy, and the Tech Blade preferred to keep it that way.

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#2012-09-12 01:05:59, as written by Lobos

Tall and rangy, Samuel Grey entered the room. The dull brown of his dusty and wide brimmed hat gave him an air of the West, though the long, curving blade at his side shattered that quite spectacularly. Resting one hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, oddly reflective eyes scanned the group of patrons. The man scowled.

Constraining himself, the Tech Blade managed to keep his motions merely human. Despite the obscene amount of tech crammed in his body, he tried to play normal, to better forget what he was.

A weapon.

Reaching the bar, he gave a flippant wave at the barkeep. "Gin and tonic, please."

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#2012-09-12 01:23:25, as written by Lobos

Taking a drink, Sam stiffened at a presence behind him. "Seat's taken."

The burly man eyeing him laughed, crossing him arms in front of him. "Yer taking up a nice seat, drinking that fairy piss. Outta the way, cowboy." He reached out with a hand to none to gently yank Samuel off his seat.

What happened next was too fast for most beings, humans least among them, to follow. Sam deftly tossed his drink onto the counter, twisted, and seized the offending arm and head of his aggressor. Yanking the fool closer, the Tech Blade twisted the arm and slammed down the head, a sickening crunch as nose broke and teeth shattered.

This all happened within the span of a little over a second. "Piss off, and leave me alone."

Hands opening, the other man crumpled like a sack of potatoes, Samuel merely picking his drink back up and taking another sip.

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#2012-09-18 16:13:31, as written by Lobos

Striding into Gambit's, Cain, for all appearances, seemed to be quietly humming to himself. The wonders of modern technology, subvocal mikes and subdermal transceivers. 'By my count, that makes six contracts Abel. Anyone scouting out Spectre for something bigger than crooked cops and mid-level cartel agents?'

'Still working on that for you Cain, but monitoring is marking your callsign being tossed around. Seems they're trying, and having as much luck as anyone, on getting more intel on you.'

'That's why you get a half stake in contracts, my friend. Keep it up, and keep me informed.' The unassuming assassin cleared his throat, sliding into a table seat at the same time. Long, pale fingers removed the mirrored wraparounds he wore, slipping them into a pocket. Dark blue eyes turned to discreetly scan the other occupants as he glanced about the room.

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#2012-09-25 01:28:51, as written by Lobos

"Bloody officers..." Samuel muttered darkly, casting a glance in the group of soldiers. Having just arrived and already hearing that hated word put the Tech Blade in a funk.

Looking at the man, one would scarcely believe he was a soldier, much less a spec ops cyborg. That was mostly the point of his kind, and the man wasn't about to curse it. After all, when one was rogue, being another of the crowd was his point.

Nevertheless, as Sam found a seat, he was grumbling.

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#2012-09-25 01:51:29, as written by Lobos

Sam did curse the upgrades that amplified his senses, however. He bit down on his sharp retort, aware that his tactics versus the tactics of normal soldiers were as different as night and day. His response to entrenched enemies was charging straight down their teeth and hitting them with a good ol' dose of shock and awe.

Of course, a virtually complete body rebuild leaving precious little organic material in him gave him an edge. Shaking his head, Sam glanced sharply to his side at a tap on his shoulder.

"Fuck m-" The hooking blow that slammed into the side of his head, by all rights, should have dropped him. That the hitman who dealt the blow howled, cradling his hand against him, just didn't seem right.

Neither was the Tech Blade's response. Spinning with the momentum of the blow, Sam rolled out of his seat and hit the floor, rolling in a tight arc and regaining his footing in a smooth maneuver. Eyeing the hitman coldly, he managed not to laugh at the strangled sob the soldier gave when he smiled.

Sam's right fist lashed out fast enough to shame a cobra, the titanium reinforcements to his skeleton, not to mention the metal musculature that amped his physical strength striking the would be assassin in the solar plexus. Which promptly shattered under the strike, his attacker's rib cage folding inwards with a sickening series of crunches.

Sam simply sat again, muttering to himself. "Nothing to see here."

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#2012-09-25 02:05:33, as written by Lobos

Aside from the now dying hitman gasping beside him, Samuel was alone. As the Tech Blade preferred it. It just wasn't in his nature to put himself in the crowd, and it was definitely against his nature to do so, knowing he was putting others in the cross-hairs on his back.

It was a hard life. He merely glanced as the man beside him let out his final breath, and ordered an ale.

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#2012-12-17 02:15:29, as written by Lobos

The man that strode into the bar was rather nondescript. Unusually tall, he wore a brown, full length duster over a plain collared shirt. Completing his ensemble was a wide brimmed hat to match his jacket. The only things that drew the eyes were the hilt of a blade jutting from a gap in his coat, and his most brilliant ruby eyes.

Samuel glanced around the room, the integral HUD his electronic eyes pulling out more information than the man could ever care to know of the people in the room. He idly brushed at his coat with one gloved hand, consciously aware of his decision to attempt to remain human in casual sight. But point a scanner, or better a metal detector, in his direction, and one would realize just how little squishy bits he had left.

A pity, that. The Tech Blade thought as he headed for the bar, intent on ordering something quite potent.

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#2012-12-17 02:21:10, as written by Lobos

Cybernetics had its perks, Sam had to admit. Add one hell of an audio pickup with basic thought, and it wasn't hard to tell when someone was talking about him. The man glanced around, scanning through the patrons to find females. Spying Hollie, he gave a small shrug and continued to a barstool, flagging a drone for a triple shot of pure Everclear. "Fucking geneticists. Make me tougher? More like almost impossible to get a bloody buzz, jackasses."

Despite his actions, he honestly welcomed an approach. Anything to change his rather repetitive routines.

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#2012-12-17 02:27:24, as written by Lobos

A sideways glance, and Sam went to look back at his drink's progress. And promptly performed a classic double take, the woman's attire more than a little eye catching. "Well, hello there. Care for a drink?"

Tech Blade or not, Sam was first and foremost a man. And a bit of a stickler towards trying to be decent, despite his current...irregular status. "Samuel Grey, but just call me Sam. Don't believe we've met before..."

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#2012-12-17 02:37:24, as written by Lobos

A clink to his left, and the Tech Blade smoothly exchanged cash for oversized shot glass, never taking his eyes from her's. Despite the obvious competition, or perhaps because of it, he still managed to pull a smooth once over. Sam dropped the shot back, wincing at the utterly harsh alcohol and the immediate burn as it sank down his throat.

"As I said. Fucking geneticists."

He finally relented to the odd chiming update on his HUD and almost snorted. That the woman he happened to be staring at was also tooled up made about as much difference to him as the choice of prime barbecue ribs and an excellent steak. Both were divine, if different.

And after all, how can the almost complete tin man knock someone who was mainly flesh with some surplus parts?

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#2012-12-17 02:43:20, as written by Lobos

"That would be hardly fair." Sliding the glass away, he shifted over to sit near Dehvi and Hollie, the movements fluid despite his long limbs. "Besides, I'd rather chat and battle wits than actually throw a punch."

"Not that I can't do so." The man chuckled, feeling the welcome tingle of a booze buzz spread deliciously through his reconstructed nerves.

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#2012-12-17 02:53:23, as written by Lobos

"I'll thank you for that sentiment. This old thing," The man tapped the hilt of his blade, nudging it to the side to make himself more comfortable in his seat. "Has far too many hypothetical notches in it for me to sleep easy. You get tired of it after a while."

For a moment, perfectly simulated muscles and eyes betrayed a weariness, before a smile cracked his face. "At least I get to share some welcome company. Guarding port shipments is so...impersonal."

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#2012-12-17 03:01:04, as written by Lobos

A crackle in his ear prompted Sam to curse aloud, tapping a node behind it. "Go."

He nodded minutely every second or so, his expression going from irritated to serious to utterly shocked. "Got it. Be there in..." He glanced at the clock, knowing damn well what was going to come out of his mouth seemed insane, given the distance from Gambit's to the ports. "Three minutes."

"Shit, and I was looking forward to a good night." He sighed, glancing apologetically at the pair of new friends. "A little trouble at work, and of course the enforcer can't handle it. Catch you around sometime."

The Tech Blade smoothly swung from his chair and launched himself in the same move, flipping over several tables before regaining his feet and sprinting with utterly inhuman speed out the door.

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#2013-03-08 17:12:48, as written by Lobos

Through the empty streets came striding a tall man, an odd figure given his choice of attire. The tail of his dusty billowed behind him in the wind, his wide brimmed hat low enough to barely hint at his strangely luminescent eyes. At his left hip was a scabbarded sword, the sheath oddly blocky in places. He didn't at all fit his surroundings, yet this had been his home for some time now. Hidden from the plethora of hunters who came seeking him and the damned sword.

Samuel Grey didn't seem on edge, given his light step. The Tech Blade was merely off to the docks again, his job as an enforcer waiting to begin.

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#2013-03-08 17:32:51, as written by Lobos

The moment the spear materialized into view, the lag between identification and reaction was simply breath-taking. Rebuilt legs kicked off hard, the Tech Blade rocketing to the side out of harm's way, a shocking report as he flung out a hand to stop his momentum against a shack, the impact splintering the wood. Shifting his weight forward, the man kicked himself into motion again, lunging forward at the armored figure stepping out of stealth.

The super soldier came in at an angle to his foe's right, hard and fast. Lashing out with his own right hand, Sam threw an open palmed punch that, to the casual observer, would seem suicidal against power armor.

But when that punch was backed by titanium impregnated bones and the force of nano-fiber muscles of the same, it wasn't. Striking for the dead center of the hunter's chest, he aimed his hammer blow.

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#2013-03-08 17:52:19, as written by Lobos

Samuel paused only to alter his stance, expressionless at the damage he'd caused. He'd already come to the conclusion of this hunter's motivations, and so intended to end the threat as quickly as he could.

Left hand settled on a strange grip on his sheath, right hovering ahead of his hilt. An unorthodox way to draw his sword, it seemed. At least until he pulled the embedded trigger. With a crackling bang, the Ensis rocketed from its sheath like a bullet, caught and swung in a blisteringly fast horizontal sweep for the hunter before him. Such was the speed of that draw that the air itself seemed to blow away.

And that was the slow draw.

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#2013-03-08 18:07:31, as written by Lobos

It would be like slamming into an unyielding pillar, but Sam didn't have the mass to keep his feet, falling back with the tackle. Glaring at the armor-bound figure in who's grasp he found himself caught, the Tech Blade decided to show the man why his bounty was so damned high.

Bringing the blade back around, edge towards the entangled pair, the super soldier pulled the first trigger. Crackling arcs of electricity hissed and spat around the glow of blue plasma that projected over the adamantium edge. Ever so slightly he flicked the sword inwards, while clicking in and releasing the trigger.

The plasma wave leaped free of the sword, coming down at the hunter's back. The hot thrown blade, he hoped, would cut into the man and fail to go all the way through, but he was willing to take the risk of damaging himself. After all, it would have to cut the guy on him in half to get that far.

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#2013-03-08 18:23:11, as written by Lobos

"Shit." The word slipped out of Sam, even as he clicked the second trigger. The plasma wave hit a shimmering surface before detonating, the two separate functions of the Ensis not meant to cross in such a manner. Smoke obscured the Tech Blade from where he'd hit the ground, twisting lazily away.

A line of brilliant blue light, as a lancing projection of plasma speared a tunnel through the smoke, aiming for the hunter anew. In its wake came Samuel, bursting through the haze and ducking low, fully extending his arm to sweep nearly a ten foot arc at knee level just behind the lance's passage. His body was built for strength and speed, and to catch his own attacks was no difficult feat for the Tech Blade. However, he hoped it would come as a surprise to this armor-clad fool.

Kill or cripple, he planned to win.

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#2013-03-08 18:41:12, as written by Lobos

Pirouetting with the redirection of his foe's spear, Sam took a step closer and threw a left handed haymaker punch for the side of the man's helmet. But where the move was obvious, dangerous, and as the hunter knew, Sam had one hell of a punch...

It was also a feint.

Twisting around the Ensis, he drove it like a dagger behind his back for his enemy's stomach, only triggering the plasma sheath a split instant before it would impact. This time he did not release the plasma from the edge, allowing it to magnify the cutting power of his sword.

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#2013-03-08 19:02:00, as written by Lobos

Spear indeed pierce his body, slicing through the upper layers of his rebuilt muscles before impacting solidly on the dense inner layer woven around his organs. Yet Sam did not flinch in pain, for the nerves that once infested his flesh were not longer tuned to such crippling feelings. He was aware of the damage, true. But Tech Blades were made to take damage. And then give it back.

Twisting his sword in his foe's belly, he angled the blade upwards, towards the chest cavity. Hand shot out to grab at the hunter's spear hand, to hold him in place, while he clicked the first trigger in to the second stage. And then released it.

His plan was simple in the coldness it took to execute. He intended to blast the plama edge into his foe's body while the Ensis had pierced him.

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#2019-08-30 03:19:59, as written by lostamongtrees

Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.

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#2020-01-08 08:18:20, as written by shentino

K'gara sniffs the air curiously and looks around observantly, her tail wagging a bit

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