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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 12:47 am
Osis is a large planet, the largest in it's system. The Osan system is the hub of all Hunter activity on the Galaxy, and Osis is the capital of the Hunters themselves.
The planet once was a barren rock, but in the century since the Hunters being established as their own government, Osis has been turned into a thriving hub of activity, primarily industrial works, fueling the robotic Hunter nation.
The main point of interest on the planet ((Meaning where most of the RP taking place on this planet will be)) Is The Keep. from the Keep, the heads of the organization, Dr. Johachim Mizrahi, the near-immortal founder and creator of the Hunters, and the Captain, run the affairs of the whole operation.
People to know:
Dr. Johachim Mizrahi- Commonly refered to as "Johachim", "Mizrahi" or the good doctor, he is the founder of the Hunters, and has lived on since the conclusion of the Metahuman wars on Earth some time ago. having lived on using cloning and electronic scans of his brain, Johachim has gone on to establish the Hunters and bring peace to the galactic rim, the only real threat to the peace being the Kore.
Captain- Johachim's first creation, and the one that has stayed with him the longest, Captain is the leader of the Hunters, and a good friend of Eric Chase. Exceptionally talented in the art of combat, both hand-to-hand and long-range, Captain has been the driving force of the Hunter's expansion and current peacekeeping.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 12:57 am
the Star's Light blazed through Osan atmo, skipping off of the planet's upper layers in order to bleed off extra speed. Once finding a not-going-to-peel-the-ship-apart speed, Eric steered it towards the needle-shaped Keep, hailing the landing bays.
"Keep shipyards, this is Captain Eric Chase of the Star's Light. Submitting ship and crew information. I am carrying a great deal of survivors from a deep-space emergency. Requesting docking officials and enforcement to sort this lot out. Some of them are convicts."
The responding voice was a deep, distorted robotic tone.
"Permission granted, Captain Chase. Captain will meet you on the bay. We will bring you to the designated bay. Release manual control of your vessel."
Eric did as such, and within moments, the Star's Light was powering down on a landing pad inside the Keep, with a great deal of multi-legged robots crawling all over her hull, patching damaged armor plating. Several more awaited on the landing pad, only these ones had four legs, a roughly humanoid upper body, and arms that ended in menacing cannons of some variety.
Eric's voice crackled across the Comm.
"Alright, folks, we're here. Unbuckle and proceed off the ship in a nice, orderly line."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 1:27 am
Ora stepped out of the ship, walking slowly in her suit so as not to upset anything. Her feet were bare except for the metal cuffs that held her ankles, and neither her steps nor the chains of her suit, made a single noise as she walked.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 1:44 am
The large four legged machines lined themselves up, six on each side of the ramp, while the form of the Captain loomed at the end of the ramp. The "man" stood almost eight feet tall, with a long, bushy white ponytail hanging just below his thighs. He wore stylized black and silver armor, all angles and points. His arms were crossed across his chest, much of his head covered by a helmet with four horns that curved off the back. His face was exposed, showing a white man's face with an average complexion, with a pair of pale green eyes observing Ora's descent. He looked unamused, his features sharp and defined.
"through the door behind me. I'll talk with Captain Chase after we're done here. They'll process you and then we'll decide what to do with you." His voice was deep, but cold, and he watched her pass with a look of borderline disdain.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 1:58 am
Ora raised her head to stare at Mizrahi with open curiosity. There was no fear, or sign that she was intimidated, but she kept her silent amusement to herself. In her earlier life she would have been tempted to Mock him, but now her musings remained hidden behind a mask, all twined up in a perfectly dark smile.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:07 am
Eulalia Danae Ora raised her head to stare at Mizrahi with open curiosity. There was no fear, or sign that she was intimidated, but she kept her silent amusement to herself. In her earlier life she would have been tempted to Mock him, but now her musings remained hidden behind a mask, all twined up in a perfectly dark smile. Doctor Mizrahi was a much smaller man in comparison to the Captain. Johachim stood just shy of six feet tall, his silver hair cut shorter than it was in the days of Krovh and Phoenix, barely to his slender shoulders. His face bore age lines, but his orange eyes watched Ora pass, recognition on the older man's face, a smile tugging on his lips. "You are well, I see. I figured that some intrigue or darker soul would have claimed you already, Young Soltari." Johachim's voice was quite and smooth, almost bored sounding, which was reflected in the same lazy fashion he removed and cleaned his glasses.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:15 am
Das Steube Eulalia Danae Ora raised her head to stare at Mizrahi with open curiosity. There was no fear, or sign that she was intimidated, but she kept her silent amusement to herself. In her earlier life she would have been tempted to Mock him, but now her musings remained hidden behind a mask, all twined up in a perfectly dark smile. Doctor Mizrahi was a much smaller man in comparison to the Captain. Johachim stood just shy of six feet tall, his silver hair cut shorter than it was in the days of Krovh and Phoenix, barely to his slender shoulders. His face bore age lines, but his orange eyes watched Ora pass, recognition on the older man's face, a smile tugging on his lips. "You are well, I see. I figured that some intrigue or darker soul would have claimed you already, Young Soltari." Johachim's voice was quite and smooth, almost bored sounding, which was reflected in the same lazy fashion he removed and cleaned his glasses. (Damnit, all these characters are getting me confused.)
Ora stilled in her stance, Her height not far different from the Doctor's. The dark red visor shading her gaze. She stood in the silence, with the occasional sounds of her functioning suit. She finally answered, her voice holding the same whirring rhythm as the machinery which bound her. "Oh they have tried. They have all tried." She paused. "I will always remain unclaimed, Johachim."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 9:46 am
Cassandra remained on the ship until the end, liking neither what she felt was outside nor to leave the rainbow girl and her hero's corpse to fend for themselves. "Hey, kiddo. You need a hand?"
A.C. looked up from undoing the straps on the Rogue and blinked. "You're gray. You related to that old lady?" The red slap-mark still hadn't faded from her cheek, even after so many hours.
"Nah." She gave the girl a hand unbuckling. "I'm her, just without the makeup and costume. Sans disguise. You're A.C.?"
"Yeah." They worked in silence for a moment.
Once the body was free, she looked down at her withered arm, then over at the Rogue, then up at Cassandra again. "I wanted to carry her again, but..."
"I got it, kid." She lifted the body respectfully, and they walked out together. "It is an honor to carry the bellwether of Cebidata."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 11:26 am
Johachim simply chuckled, and nodded her way.
"I bid you well, child." He turned his attention back to the star's Light. About then, his gaze fell on Cassandra, and his blood ran cold.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 11:35 am
Tsukiyomi Morningstar Das Steube Eric chuckled. "I got two jobs, hun. I work for Bowden, and I work for the Hunters. Just so happens that the Doc gives me a REAL nice medical plan. Covers me crew and those I hold close, which is you and your crew. If you're hurt, just send out a wave to any Hunter ships in the area. You'll be seen to. And today, the Doc'll be seeing to you personally."
Hattie still looked skeptical but she let it slide back into her usually banter. "The RioReet will be joining us here and I'll get back in with them..." She explained, leaving out the part about the Tracker. Whoever it was, they'd end up on Terra, not here. "And I got a wave from Cale. His ship is Trash, but he's hitching a ride with his crew to meet me here. Just be nice, okay?" She wasn't looking forward to Cale and Eric being in the same vicinity. The last time that happened, she ended up shot.
((Posted in the wrong thread.)) Eric paused, and nodded. "We're gonna need all the help we can get."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 12:24 pm
((I was wondering why I couldn't find my Post in the other Thread. rofl ))
Hattie was astonished that Eric didn't have anything snarky to say about Cale, seeing as Cale had LOTS to say about Eric, but she quickly took a moment to count her metaphorical blessings. "They'll be here soon."
Hattie followed the others down the Ramp with Sigil close behind her, her eyes scanning over the large figure and then falling onto the Doctor. She wasn't afraid of this man. Not much frightened Hattie, but she wasn't thrilled to see him. She flexed her left arm and couldn't deny the man's work, but she would deny him at most costs. There was something not quite right with him, but Eric seemed to trust him. She knew Eric would never put her in a harmful situation.
She listened to the conversations all around, occasionally typing a message on her Comm to keep Riley at a level head and Hunter from rightly bashing her First Mate unconscious with a wrench. Sigil's hand tightened on her shoulder, as gesture she knew that meant he didn't trust the folks around them. Hattie simply shook her head and shrugged off his hand.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 12:49 pm
Ora continued walking through the doors as the Captain had directed, taking each step with careful consideration.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 1:51 pm
Das Steube Johachim simply chuckled, and nodded her way. "I bid you well, child." He turned his attention back to the star's Light. About then, his gaze fell on Cassandra, and his blood ran cold.
Except... Her thoughts were polite, but mildly amused.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:45 am
The doctor bristled, steeling his mind against Cassandra.
Captain paused, watching the reaction Johachim had to her, but went back to checking in the refugees.
Eric chuckled, and shrugged to her suprise.
"If Cale starts something here, it'll be a cold day in hell before he sees the light of day again. Any act against me isn't wise when Captain's around. Cale'll rot in a dark cell if the Captain leaves him alive."
He paused, turning to address Dr. Mizrahi, who was still recovering from Cassandra.
"Heya, Doc, I need yer help. Seems my Bride-to-Be has come up with a nasty fearsome illness, and I need your help to make it go."
Johachim reguarded her for a second, and nodded.
"Of course I will help you, Mister Chase. And congratulations on your fortune."
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