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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:41 am
Dimitri sighed and flicked some dust off one of the pods. Empty. He was beginning to feel exasperated, and his fingers toyed with a cigarette in his ocket. He hated smoking, and knew it would kill him early, but at times like this, he had no hope. He pulled out a match and struck it on a nearby surface, touching the flame to the end of the cigarette and held it between his lips. He inhaled deeply, held the cigarette between his fingers and blew the smoke out, this was so bad for him.
The usually quirky but now mute dimitri returned to thane with a weak smile on his face, "Sorry mate, couldn't find nuffin..." he admitted, patting Thane on the back.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:38 pm
The ship shot through space until a small yellow speck appeared in the distance. As the speck became increasingly larger, a few smaller specks appeared among which, the small rocky planet Ares. Zed took manual control once again and aimed the ship at Ares as the powerful engines started slowing the ship, which in the vacuum of space is no easy task for any normal ship. The Aiolos slowed quickly as it entered low Ares orbit, where it was just about grazing the atmosphere.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:52 pm
For a while the mercenary was silent, almost as though she had left. But, eventually, she spoke.
"That's what ya think hun; truth is, I've only spent about an hour or so on her & I've got nearly half of it cracked. She may be the most complex system I've worked on in a while, but I'll still get there."
She exhaled slowly, almost with relief. The visions had stopped again & for that she was glad. She turned her head a little in the direction of the raider's voice, before remembering there was a huge metal door between them, so she couldn't see him anyway. She ran a hand through her hair,
"But fine, I won't paint her."
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 8:08 am
Jackal took another large drag on his joint, trying to focus more on the gentle blurring of reality than the girls words. But he couldn't drown her out, no matter how hard he tried he couldn't just ignore someone talking so casually about his most prized posession.
The raider didn't answer the girl for a while, he sat and seethed in silence for the best part of five minutes willing himself not to react to her words. Willing himself not to get up and kick the airlock doors in until he, or they caved in.
"You won't get the chance girl," he breathed "as soon as we're back on Ares I'm out of here, and I intend to take my bike with me..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 2:13 pm
Zed jabbed at several buttons and jerked the controls towards himself whilst simaltaniously hitting the accellerator.
The Aiolos boosted down through the atmosphere, nose-diving towards the ground. Inside however, the ride was smooth as the artifical gravity was active.
The Sleeper ship sat on the horizon, surrounded by arid wasteland, with the large yellow sun setting behind it, illuminating the few clouds in the relatively thin atmosphere of the planet.
The pilot took in the scenery as he flew ship low to the ground, the powerful engines kicking up a huge plume of sand behind the ship.
Within moments the Aiolos had reached the massive sleeper ship, it passed underneath it's hulking hull, sending a huge plume of sand through the city beneath it, followed by a massive sonic boom.
"Whoops."
Zed grinned as the city's automatic defence systems activated seconds after they had passed over the perimiter wall, leaving the city.
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2010 3:14 pm
Koko exhaled slowly, shaking her head at the obvious animosity of the raider. Part of her didn't blame him, afterall the bike was his pride & joy. The other part of her, however, felt nothing but contempt towards the man. She hated the conflicting things she felt about him; deep rage at what he'd put her through, pity at what he must have been through in his life, loathing at the man's personality & a strange emotion she couldn't place at the memory of saving him.
The mercenary swivelled slightly where she was sat, her head half-turned towards the air lock door. Her voice sounded slightly saddened now, though - since he couldn't see her - Jackal probably wouldn't know whether she was being sincere or not.
"That's too bad. I wanted to ride her at least once... ya know, without all the kidnappin' stuff."
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 8:50 am
Jackal exhaled slowly, watching the thick smoke drift upwards lazily. Numerous thoughts ran through his head simultaneously; How long would it be until he got back to Ares? Was his bike in working order? What would he do if it wasn't? Would he kill someone? Maime someone? Kill himself trying?
Of all the thoughts swimming around his head, one screamed out above the rest.
"Why the f**k am I sat talking to someone who I've been trying to kill for the past two days and nights, and why the hell does she want to talk to me?" He murmured to himself, his brow creased in confusion and indecision.
The raider stubbed the joint out on the heel of his boot, and positioning one hand on the wall, and one hand at the wound on his side, pushed himself into a standing position...
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 2:33 pm
A short while later, a large cliff face came into view, as they neared the cliff, a small shack became visible.
It was Jackal's shack.
Zed hit a button that extended all of the Ship's flaps, slowing the ship to a stop a mile or so from the shack.
The desert between the Aiolos and Jackal's shack was flat and featureless.
The ship lowered to the ground and the seldom used access ramps and landing gear decended to the floor, landing the ship softly on the desert sand.
The pilot exited the cockpit, a blank expression on his face as he headed past Koko and the airlock, straight to the cargohold where he jabbed at a panel that controlled the magnet.
He controlled the magnet to pick up the raider's bike and lower it, whilst opening the floor of the cargobay to lower it to the dusty ground.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 9:26 am
It was at this moment, strangely enough, that Koko realised she was still only wearing an oversized shirt & her underwear; since her clothes were most probably dry by now she sped off to where she'd left them. After a few seconds she was fully clothed once more & ran a hand through her hair. As she began to make her way, more slowly this time, through the ship, she noticed sounds coming from the cargobay. Upon reaching said cargobay she noticed Zed using the magnet to pick up the raider's bike.
So he is gunna return it huh? Figures....
Any other time the mercenary would have confronted the pilot about this, but at the moment she had too much else to deal with. So, instead, she turned & strode back to the airlock & yelled through to Jackal as she passed.
"Guess you're gettin' the bike back afterall. You're lucky. Anyway, I doubt you'll be seein' me again for a long time."
With that she was off once more through the ship, gathering up some supplies & her trench coat. She fastened a combat knife to her leg, took two 9mm handguns & a fair amount of ammunition. After seeing Zed in the cargobay she'd been plagued once more by a set of flashbacks - or visions, she wasn't really sure if they were real - of a grey/white-haired man with a scarred face & labcoat, speaking to her. She couldn't hear what he was saying, nor could she see his eyes; the surroundings were blurred & she wasn't really sure what was going on. She shivered a little before walking briskly through the ship once more. If the ship had landed - which she was fairly sure it had done since Zed was using the magnet to lower the motorbike - then the access ramps would probably have been lowered as well. One would be leading from the airlock holding Jackal, so she couldn't use that one, the other was near the cargobay. There was a chance the pilot would notice her, but she could be far away by the time he did anything about it.
Inhaling & exhaling slowly, Koko once more headed in the direction of the cargobay.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 11:35 am
(Okay...sorry to interrupt this RP guys...but is there any chance that I could bring another charrie into this? I will post her profile elsewhere, and make it super detailed if that helps. It's just both halves of the RP seem really awesome, and I wanted to be able to be a part in both....don't worry if that is impossible though, and if i am allowed, where should my new character place in terms of your charries?)
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 11:51 am
((CAPTAIN POWAHS!!!! 1000th post is MINE!!! X3
Also, in response to onehorsey9, you can post your character reference in the RP, that's fine. & he/she could be in the desert, or in a nearby camp, or a solitary raider/mercenary/trader, whatever really.))
SMULE WAS HERE FIRST
WAS NOT! I AM CAPTAIN, THEREFORE, MY WORD IS LAW! within this guild...
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 12:53 pm
Name: Angie Doria
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Title: Angel - Due to her loving nature, and the first 3 letters of her name.
Weapons: Angie carries nothing but a small blade in her boot, a serrated edge and a jet black handle give it a rather frightening appearance when held in her skilled right hand.
Description:
Angie
(pic is a bit off, so will try and draw tommorrow)
Angie is a bearer of short, inky black hair that forms an elven spiked halo around her dainty, pale skinned face. Standing out from her face are two wide, glittering teal eyes that can stare most people into submission. Her short, yet toned stature of 5' 8" is often misunderstood as she attacks, dealing heavy, lethal blows with lightening speed and feling agility. The 17 year old tends to wear leggins, boots, a hooded knights shirt (not sure what the exact name of the outfit in the picture is), wrist and hand guards, and carries a pack on the base of her back.
Angie is a loving, caring girl who is deeply compassionate. However, she has a very annoying tendancy to become clingy and persistant. She aspires to be like Koko, and trains hard to become an even more skilled fighter. She is determind, has alot of self-control, and very dedicated and confident. Overall, Angie has been dubbed Angel. Not only due to the first 3 letters of her name, but because of her kind and generally nice nature.
Information: Born on the new planet of Ares, Angie has managed to escape having to be commited into cryostasis pods. She grew up listening to stories of an epic mercanary girl named Koko, who feared nothing and fought all. She wasn't entirely sure if all stories were true, but as it turns out, Angel was inspired by the tales of a brave female who fought hard to live as she wanted.
The Arean left home, gathering her things, and began to trek to find Koko, using local people's knowledge and sightings to help her. That brings us to where we are now.
Anything else: Angel is straight, and loves to talk about animals and Koko. She is a tough Arean who was born on Ares, and has been alone for almost a year now.
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 1:01 pm
Angie wiped her dainty arm across her brow again. "That must be the millionth time..." she whispered to herself. Sand dusted her shoes as she strode further and further into the vast desert. Angel had knowledge that her idol, Koko, was somewhere out here, and the Arean wasn't going to stop until she found her.
Dehydrated and tired, Angie slumped to the thick sand, and twisted to lay on her back. The sun cast a tiny shadow as it hung over her, high in the sky as though it had something to brag about, and sent scorching heat waves through Angel's light clothes. Angie reached into her pack and pulled out her flask, unscrewing the silver lid. Tipping the flask up, Angie grunted as she realised the flask was completely and utterly empty, no matter how many times she shook it. "Damn it..." she cursed, and dropped her arm to the floor. She lay looking to her side as the the haze of heat enveloped her, until eventually the heat drove the exhausted, dehydrated girl to let her eyes droop to sleep where she dropped down.
(It would be larger considering it's a first post, but I gotta go...)
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 3:08 pm
Trojan jerked his head towards the mercenary's voice, confusion creasing his brow as he looked around the airlock. His eyes widened as he realised that the access ramp had been lowered without his notice.
Huh? The ramps been lowered... When did we land? Wait, what if we didn't land? What if we're in space and I'm dead? He looked around for a brief moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. Well, if I am dead, its pretty f***in' boring... Think I might have smoked too much...
With this final thought, the raider wandered over to the medical kit still laying on the floor. He quickly applied some dressing to the wound from Zed's cannon, wincing slightly as he steralised the ragged flesh.
After a few minutes he smoothed out the crude dressing he'd managed to apply and stood up, balancing against the sturdy wall of the airlock. Grimacing, he began to lurch towards the access ramp, one hand clutching at his side, the other held slightly away from his torso, grasping at the air for balance.
Finally, the raider made it out of the ship, stumbling slightly as he descended the access ramp. With a deep breath, Jackal inhaled the hot dry air of Ares, shifting his feet slightly, feeling the sand give way under his heavy boots. His eyes wandered over the bare desert, recognising the dull, dry rock as the area surrounding his home, he span on the spot, stopping as his eyes came to rest on his favourite worldly possession.
He walked over to his bike slowly, running his outstretched hand over it lightly, as if admiring its beauty and superior craftsmanship for the very first time. He smiled for the first time in a very long time.
"Daddy's home..."
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