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Mancer sat on her sofa in the office, doing nothing, except occasionally playing around with her long hair a bit. It was evening, and the sun was setting; soon she would be able to move around outside with impunity. The Apparitions were scheduled to enter this realm soon, but she wasn't too worried; all of the PRID personel had already been deployed, and hopefully, the Apparitions would be taken care of easily. Another step closer to world domination.
She sipped her coffee, crossed her legs, and just leaned back on the sofa. Much of her "job" required her to do nothing, except sit back and watch events unfold, then subtly influence them. If the Apparitions turned out to be a threat, they would meet them when they came. She closed her eyes, and just relaxed...
STGOD 3: Main Story Thread
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STGOD 3: Main Story Thread
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Agent Fisher
- Rabid Monkey
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Wraith sat at his desk. He had just finished a very hard mission. He had infiltrated a terrorist base. The terrorists had been holding hostages and were demanding money and the regular stuff, plane to an undisclosed location. Wraith had snuck in and silently killed all the terrorists. When he finished with them he snuck out again and when the police entered the area they found all the terrorists with bullet holes in their heads.
Suddenly an email message appeared on the computer screen. It was another job for him. Wraith opened the letter and read the contents. It was unsigned and gave no return address. It just said for him to be ready for a big job soon with more details to come.
Suddenly an email message appeared on the computer screen. It was another job for him. Wraith opened the letter and read the contents. It was unsigned and gave no return address. It just said for him to be ready for a big job soon with more details to come.
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Jaded Masses
- Jedi Knight
- Posts: 566
- Joined: 2003-01-27 09:13pm
- Location: Pasadena,CA
Jimi was in his pad, in an area of London where Apparitions were becoming more and more common. In front of him he had a cobbled together rag tag thing that might possibly repel Apparitions. Flipping on the power, it was only a sense of danger and a quick, reflexive teleport that saved him from the shrapnel of the exploding machine. Sighing, he went to go read "The Pleasure of Finding Things Out" (R.P. Feynman).
Bemused, an invisible Apparition watched from the corner.
(remember to turn off sigs please)
Bemused, an invisible Apparition watched from the corner.
(remember to turn off sigs please)
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Captain Cyran
- Psycho Mini-lop
- Posts: 7037
- Joined: 2002-07-05 11:00pm
- Location: College... w00t?
Marcus grinned madly as his trenchcoat began to float around him. He could barely hear the police officers who were continueing to scream that he get on his knees with his hands above his head. With a mad high-pitched laugh Marcus dived to the side and created his barrier as bullets slowed to a stop when they hit the barrier. When the barrier died Marcus lifted one hand and said his farewells to the police before turning them and the surrounding area with its pedestrians into ashes.
Half an hour later the small mid-western town was a bunch of burning timbers and melted steel. Marcus got into the car he had decided to keep, an old Chevy, and drove off, listening to Queen's 'We will Rock You'. The country as a whole wouldn't know of this town's destruction for a few weeks and that gave Marcus plenty of time.
Marcus tapped the steeringwheel in time with the beat and thought of how much fun it would be when these so called Apperations would really show up, and wondering if he shouldn't try to make some allies for what might be considerably harder kills... he'd turn on them and kill these people eventually... but oh what fun it would be.
An Apperation came into view in the remnants of the town and looked around, it began to seeve through the debree until it came upon a small child. The being watched the child as it died.
Half an hour later the small mid-western town was a bunch of burning timbers and melted steel. Marcus got into the car he had decided to keep, an old Chevy, and drove off, listening to Queen's 'We will Rock You'. The country as a whole wouldn't know of this town's destruction for a few weeks and that gave Marcus plenty of time.
Marcus tapped the steeringwheel in time with the beat and thought of how much fun it would be when these so called Apperations would really show up, and wondering if he shouldn't try to make some allies for what might be considerably harder kills... he'd turn on them and kill these people eventually... but oh what fun it would be.
An Apperation came into view in the remnants of the town and looked around, it began to seeve through the debree until it came upon a small child. The being watched the child as it died.
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Dahak
- Emperor's Hand
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- Location: Admiralty House, Landing, Manticore
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Dorian was relaxing in the plush armchair in front of the fireplace in the library of his London Town House. He was rather pleased with himself.
He just added another piece to his art gallery. The van Gogh was beautiful. Though the theft could've been done by a blind gorilla on LSD. They don't seem to invest on any security measurements these days...
His thoughts were clouded by something else. Those apparitions. They could be felt everwhere it seemed nowadays...
They were complicating matters too much. His careful planned schemes were threatened. But so far, he was still waiting to assess what they wanted. He slammed his fist down hard. HEhated complications.
He just added another piece to his art gallery. The van Gogh was beautiful. Though the theft could've been done by a blind gorilla on LSD. They don't seem to invest on any security measurements these days...
His thoughts were clouded by something else. Those apparitions. They could be felt everwhere it seemed nowadays...
They were complicating matters too much. His careful planned schemes were threatened. But so far, he was still waiting to assess what they wanted. He slammed his fist down hard. HEhated complications.
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thecreech
- Smasher/Devourer
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- Location: New Mexico... and yes it is a state , Go look at a fucking map of the USA
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New Mexico Sandia mountains
A Ragam sat in his cave listening to the demands of the PRID out side of his cave. He had placed a giant bolder at the entrance to keep them out. The officer kept screaming at the top of his lungs even though Ragam and told him that there were no such beings in the cave. He Demanded the Ragam exit the cave for the extractions of Apparitions. Well Ragam didn't know what he was talking about and he didn't care. He just wanted some peace and quiet for once and he was starting to get pissed off. Suddenly ghostly figures began to appear down the cave.
"Son of a Bitch" he thought to himself. He got off the rock he was sitting on and walked over to the bolder but before he could increase his mass to remove the bolder and explosion knocked him off his feet. The bolder was shattered into a thousand pieces. The PRID were quickly swarming into the cave and gave chase to the apparitions. PRID officers surrounded Ragam with their guns pointed squarely at him
"You sir or what ever you are, are under arrest" Said the officer
"Son of a Bitch" he thought to himself. He got off the rock he was sitting on and walked over to the bolder but before he could increase his mass to remove the bolder and explosion knocked him off his feet. The bolder was shattered into a thousand pieces. The PRID were quickly swarming into the cave and gave chase to the apparitions. PRID officers surrounded Ragam with their guns pointed squarely at him
"You sir or what ever you are, are under arrest" Said the officer
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Marcao
- The Dominican Jayne
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- Location: NYC or Millburn, NJ
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Got the life
9:15 pm
He admitted to himself as he looked through his scope that the mark had remarkably good taste. He was of course referring to the prostitute he was screwing, but that was beside the point. For a man pushing sixty he certainly seemed to giving it the best he had, although the look on the prostitutes face was that of an actress. No, he doubted that even with the Viagra the mark was not giving a good account of himself, but he was certainly giving it his best. It was a pity it would be his last.
The truth was of course that he was not here due to the mark’s cheating habits; he was here because the price was right. The mark was a vocal proponent of expanding the powers of the PRID. It was a cause that won him many friends and more than one enemy. When he had been approached with the deal to silence the mark for a hefty profit he readily agreed. He wanted to shut the man up anyway; this simply made it so that someone else was paying for his time.
9:45 pm
the mark had been having his fun for thirty minutes and he had not missed a second of it, the face on the woman appreciated. She seemed almost bored, but he supposed her moaning was being convincing enough. The prostitute was perhaps a kindred soul, she was there only for the money and if letting some old man poke her for an hour or so paid enough…why not? He sighed softly, the temptation to kill the mark now rising in his chest before he pushed it aside. Not yet, he wanted the mark to die with a good memory in his mind.
The bodies in the bed moved, an eyebrow arching as the mark positioned himself behind the prostitute and went back at it. Shit, that had been some Viagra. The barrel moved, moving away from the woman and concentrating on the mark. It should be soon now, the motions of the mark were becoming faster, a familiar pattern noticed. Ah, so it was almost time after all. His right index finger moved, sliding into position an inch or so before the trigger of his rifle. It took the mark only forty three more seconds before he stopped, back arching and lower body trembling as he arrived at that peak that he had sought. The barrel moved slightly, the scope trained neatly on the back of the mark’s head before he squeezed the trigger.
The rifled kicked against his shoulder, although the flash suppressor and silencer which his state-of-the-art rifle possessed muffled the sound immensely. The bullet covering the distance between the apartment he presently occupied and that of his target in less than a second. The window which separated the mark’s bedroom from the real word shattered as the bullet screamed to its target and arrived with a wet thud. The mark died instantly, the bullet blowing half of his head clean off and showering the back of the prostitute and parts of the wall with blood and grey matter. The prostitute looked over her shoulder and screamed.
9:51 pm
He arrived at the first floor of the hotel with a smile on his face, dressed in a Versace suit and wearing two thousand dollar shoes. His right hand held an overgrown briefcase which held his instrument of assassination, his steps graceful and utterly elegant as he moved. It took him a further three minutes to make it to his car and another minute to be speeding away from the scene. At exactly ten fifteen pm the room that he had performed the assassination on exploded, taking with it any evidence of his presence there.
He admitted to himself as he looked through his scope that the mark had remarkably good taste. He was of course referring to the prostitute he was screwing, but that was beside the point. For a man pushing sixty he certainly seemed to giving it the best he had, although the look on the prostitutes face was that of an actress. No, he doubted that even with the Viagra the mark was not giving a good account of himself, but he was certainly giving it his best. It was a pity it would be his last.
The truth was of course that he was not here due to the mark’s cheating habits; he was here because the price was right. The mark was a vocal proponent of expanding the powers of the PRID. It was a cause that won him many friends and more than one enemy. When he had been approached with the deal to silence the mark for a hefty profit he readily agreed. He wanted to shut the man up anyway; this simply made it so that someone else was paying for his time.
9:45 pm
the mark had been having his fun for thirty minutes and he had not missed a second of it, the face on the woman appreciated. She seemed almost bored, but he supposed her moaning was being convincing enough. The prostitute was perhaps a kindred soul, she was there only for the money and if letting some old man poke her for an hour or so paid enough…why not? He sighed softly, the temptation to kill the mark now rising in his chest before he pushed it aside. Not yet, he wanted the mark to die with a good memory in his mind.
The bodies in the bed moved, an eyebrow arching as the mark positioned himself behind the prostitute and went back at it. Shit, that had been some Viagra. The barrel moved, moving away from the woman and concentrating on the mark. It should be soon now, the motions of the mark were becoming faster, a familiar pattern noticed. Ah, so it was almost time after all. His right index finger moved, sliding into position an inch or so before the trigger of his rifle. It took the mark only forty three more seconds before he stopped, back arching and lower body trembling as he arrived at that peak that he had sought. The barrel moved slightly, the scope trained neatly on the back of the mark’s head before he squeezed the trigger.
The rifled kicked against his shoulder, although the flash suppressor and silencer which his state-of-the-art rifle possessed muffled the sound immensely. The bullet covering the distance between the apartment he presently occupied and that of his target in less than a second. The window which separated the mark’s bedroom from the real word shattered as the bullet screamed to its target and arrived with a wet thud. The mark died instantly, the bullet blowing half of his head clean off and showering the back of the prostitute and parts of the wall with blood and grey matter. The prostitute looked over her shoulder and screamed.
9:51 pm
He arrived at the first floor of the hotel with a smile on his face, dressed in a Versace suit and wearing two thousand dollar shoes. His right hand held an overgrown briefcase which held his instrument of assassination, his steps graceful and utterly elegant as he moved. It took him a further three minutes to make it to his car and another minute to be speeding away from the scene. At exactly ten fifteen pm the room that he had performed the assassination on exploded, taking with it any evidence of his presence there.
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K'Thar Hung up the vidphone with Frank Harland.
It was done. Tharland corp. (Recently changed names) just moved into the banking sector by aquiring Washington Mutual Bank, the 6th largest bank in the land. Profits were up, business was good. But there was one problem. a competitor. Lockheed-Martin was rumored to be developing a new space-plane. one that could launch from and return to earth without external boosters utilizing an experimental "gravity-drive" spies reported.
"This cannot be" K'thar told Frank, Dumfounded.
"Well, it is, big guy. Corporate spies in high places up in LM just lifted the papers. cost us 15 million to put hands on em."
"Hmm. Vexing. we cannot allow this."
"We can't Get involved K. we're still dealing with the fallout from the last time, we nearly got caught."
"Then we shall be extra careful this time."
"Do you have a plan?"
"Indeed. I know of a man who can...arrange for Lockheed Martin to lose their precarious grip on the lead in technology. I want that new shuttle contract, Frank. Call the lobbyists, I want Bob Shore, Eric Lang and Stacy Kreebler in Washington by Friday. Vy as hard as you can for those contracts and double up the shifts at the Marietta plant. Oh, and call up Gary Hart at Boeing. He may yet nab the JSF contract."
"But, K, WE were after that contract."
"That no longer concerns us, Frank. We go for the CEV concept now."
"I see. Alright, K You got it."
With That, K'thar touched a panel near his theater-screen and strode into his chamber. the huge room lit up with flourescent bulbs high in the ceiling. the room was a full 20000 square feet, filled with equipment of all kinds. Surveillance, montitoring gear, security screens and filling the middle, his demolished ship he crashed in some years earlier.
"Home." He muttered, as he sat in front of a 60 inch monitor, a button depressed.
The screen came to life.
........connecting........
message?
"Wind."
Bottle.
...encrypting......
Decoding.....
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Approved.
"Wraith. Lockheed-Martin is developing a new drive system for a the CEV that threatens my company's grip on the tech lead. Tharland corp. is very, very eager to keep this lead. We want the contracts for that engine AND the CEV design. The way to get it is for Lockheed-Martin to lose that lead. I've uploaded 10 million "Carrots" as an incentive to begin the job. Standard Rates apply, all expenses, plus 50 upon completion. One caveat, though, Wraith. You must not be seen. I do not know you. All funds are transferred via a secure hardline between our accounts. And Wraith. No coating their walls with blood this time. I want the lab to look pretty when Tharland finally takes over. That is all."
It was done. Tharland corp. (Recently changed names) just moved into the banking sector by aquiring Washington Mutual Bank, the 6th largest bank in the land. Profits were up, business was good. But there was one problem. a competitor. Lockheed-Martin was rumored to be developing a new space-plane. one that could launch from and return to earth without external boosters utilizing an experimental "gravity-drive" spies reported.
"This cannot be" K'thar told Frank, Dumfounded.
"Well, it is, big guy. Corporate spies in high places up in LM just lifted the papers. cost us 15 million to put hands on em."
"Hmm. Vexing. we cannot allow this."
"We can't Get involved K. we're still dealing with the fallout from the last time, we nearly got caught."
"Then we shall be extra careful this time."
"Do you have a plan?"
"Indeed. I know of a man who can...arrange for Lockheed Martin to lose their precarious grip on the lead in technology. I want that new shuttle contract, Frank. Call the lobbyists, I want Bob Shore, Eric Lang and Stacy Kreebler in Washington by Friday. Vy as hard as you can for those contracts and double up the shifts at the Marietta plant. Oh, and call up Gary Hart at Boeing. He may yet nab the JSF contract."
"But, K, WE were after that contract."
"That no longer concerns us, Frank. We go for the CEV concept now."
"I see. Alright, K You got it."
With That, K'thar touched a panel near his theater-screen and strode into his chamber. the huge room lit up with flourescent bulbs high in the ceiling. the room was a full 20000 square feet, filled with equipment of all kinds. Surveillance, montitoring gear, security screens and filling the middle, his demolished ship he crashed in some years earlier.
"Home." He muttered, as he sat in front of a 60 inch monitor, a button depressed.
The screen came to life.
........connecting........
message?
"Wind."
Bottle.
...encrypting......
Decoding.....
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Approved.
"Wraith. Lockheed-Martin is developing a new drive system for a the CEV that threatens my company's grip on the tech lead. Tharland corp. is very, very eager to keep this lead. We want the contracts for that engine AND the CEV design. The way to get it is for Lockheed-Martin to lose that lead. I've uploaded 10 million "Carrots" as an incentive to begin the job. Standard Rates apply, all expenses, plus 50 upon completion. One caveat, though, Wraith. You must not be seen. I do not know you. All funds are transferred via a secure hardline between our accounts. And Wraith. No coating their walls with blood this time. I want the lab to look pretty when Tharland finally takes over. That is all."
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Agent Fisher
- Rabid Monkey
- Posts: 3671
- Joined: 2003-04-29 11:56pm
- Location: Sac-Town, CA, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way, Universe
Wraith read the email. 'Damn' he thought in suprise.
Wraith walked over to his closet/armory. Since there was to be no killing he removed his special version of his weapons modified to knock out the enemy instead of killing them. He would only take his pistol with him. He decided to move on the coming weekend. He needed time to study the blueprints of the building.
Wraith walked over to his closet/armory. Since there was to be no killing he removed his special version of his weapons modified to knock out the enemy instead of killing them. He would only take his pistol with him. He decided to move on the coming weekend. He needed time to study the blueprints of the building.
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Agent Fisher
- Rabid Monkey
- Posts: 3671
- Joined: 2003-04-29 11:56pm
- Location: Sac-Town, CA, USA, Earth, Sol, Milky Way, Universe
Wraith decided to move up the timetable.
Once he was fully equiped he ported down to his garage, put on his helmet and overcoat to hide his gear, hopped on his motorcycle and left for the Lockheed-Martin Headquaters.
When he reached a perimeter fence he used his teleportaion to cross the fence. He removed his overcoat and activated the stealth system on the cycle. He drove over to the R&D building. He left the cycle in a thicket of trees.
He approached the build by a dark wall. After taking a moment to consult the blueprints on the PADD on his arm he silently ported into the securtiy office.
There was a guard at the desk. Wraith snuckup behind him and put him to sleep with his Tranq Gun.
Wraith accessed the securtiy system and had the monitors playing a continous video until he was done.
Wraith silenty strode down the hall until he reached the Data Center.
He quickly went to work at hacking the system. He learned that Lockheed had yet to build a prototype engine but had completed the blueprints. He quickly downloaded all of the data onto a FlashRam Stick. He took another stick and uploaded a worm cluster virus to quickly delete any and all traces of the CEV engine. He then, on a whim, also directed it to transfer 50 million dollars into hundereds of bank acounts. The money would then be sent to bank acounts all around the world making it impossible for the money to be traced.
"Jobs done time to leave." Said Wraith. As silently as he got there, he left.
A day later.
Wraith sat at his computer writing instructions for the dead-drop.
He then sent those instructions with this message.
"K'Thar, mission complete. No bodies. Data secured. Dead-Drop instructions attached to the page. I expect the Fifty Million in the acount number 924152656. Pleasure to do business with you."
Once he was fully equiped he ported down to his garage, put on his helmet and overcoat to hide his gear, hopped on his motorcycle and left for the Lockheed-Martin Headquaters.
When he reached a perimeter fence he used his teleportaion to cross the fence. He removed his overcoat and activated the stealth system on the cycle. He drove over to the R&D building. He left the cycle in a thicket of trees.
He approached the build by a dark wall. After taking a moment to consult the blueprints on the PADD on his arm he silently ported into the securtiy office.
There was a guard at the desk. Wraith snuckup behind him and put him to sleep with his Tranq Gun.
Wraith accessed the securtiy system and had the monitors playing a continous video until he was done.
Wraith silenty strode down the hall until he reached the Data Center.
He quickly went to work at hacking the system. He learned that Lockheed had yet to build a prototype engine but had completed the blueprints. He quickly downloaded all of the data onto a FlashRam Stick. He took another stick and uploaded a worm cluster virus to quickly delete any and all traces of the CEV engine. He then, on a whim, also directed it to transfer 50 million dollars into hundereds of bank acounts. The money would then be sent to bank acounts all around the world making it impossible for the money to be traced.
"Jobs done time to leave." Said Wraith. As silently as he got there, he left.
A day later.
Wraith sat at his computer writing instructions for the dead-drop.
He then sent those instructions with this message.
"K'Thar, mission complete. No bodies. Data secured. Dead-Drop instructions attached to the page. I expect the Fifty Million in the acount number 924152656. Pleasure to do business with you."
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Jaded Masses
- Jedi Knight
- Posts: 566
- Joined: 2003-01-27 09:13pm
- Location: Pasadena,CA
Jimi was out for a late night walk and was near one of the many museum when I had a vision of a person moving with a painting in his hand, and something about the image said he shouldn't have it. Perhaps it was dark suit and weapons....
I detested the kind of thing, that would steal public treasures, effectively denying them from the public. I ran all about the area in till little flashes of clairvoyance and detective work led me to the man as he was leaving the scene. I followed him to his town house, hoping to see what other treasures this criminal had liberated....
I detested the kind of thing, that would steal public treasures, effectively denying them from the public. I ran all about the area in till little flashes of clairvoyance and detective work led me to the man as he was leaving the scene. I followed him to his town house, hoping to see what other treasures this criminal had liberated....
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Captain Cyran
- Psycho Mini-lop
- Posts: 7037
- Joined: 2002-07-05 11:00pm
- Location: College... w00t?
Marcus came to a stop at a gas station just outside Chicago 3 days after his killing spree. He got out and filled the truck with gas, again. Then went into the station and smiled at the old man at the counter, he had shaved his head and was wearing sunglasses, and the scar he had just put across his cheek the night before should keep from being noticed as 'The' Marcus. As he waited for the transaction to occur he repressed his want to cause the old man in front of him great amounts of pain, instead he watched the television and noticed something about a PRID raid that had resulted in the removal of a great deal of Apperations and the capture of a super powered being, there was a brief picture, it was one ugly bastard that was for sure.
Taking the change Marcus watched the TV for one more moment to get details on where the being was being held, as Marcus left he once again resisted the urge to destroy the entire area, that last spree should help him hold it off for maybe another three days if he was lucky... But it never hurt to focus on something else, like breaking this super power out.
Taking the change Marcus watched the TV for one more moment to get details on where the being was being held, as Marcus left he once again resisted the urge to destroy the entire area, that last spree should help him hold it off for maybe another three days if he was lucky... But it never hurt to focus on something else, like breaking this super power out.
Hank was relaxing in the Rec Room of the lounge when his second in command Charley Stram came in with a news print-out.
"SOme Polliticians Just got whacked while being whacked, he's one of the guys that wanted to extend PRID power, feds promise to find the guy before the day is through, yadda yadda."
Hank, looked up, "Well, he won't be missed, the PRID's got to many damn powers anyway. We're fine the way things are, and if you just leave us be we'll get the job done."
Charley just shook his head, his best friend, and commander, was a contradiction of terms at times. Hank got up looked around and started speaking again.
"OH, by the way, Charley I've got to go meet someone for dinner, you're going to be mother hen tonight, keep my nest warm, don't do anything stupid."
"A possible future missus McKenna?"
At that Hank just gave an icy stare, and left the room.
"SOme Polliticians Just got whacked while being whacked, he's one of the guys that wanted to extend PRID power, feds promise to find the guy before the day is through, yadda yadda."
Hank, looked up, "Well, he won't be missed, the PRID's got to many damn powers anyway. We're fine the way things are, and if you just leave us be we'll get the job done."
Charley just shook his head, his best friend, and commander, was a contradiction of terms at times. Hank got up looked around and started speaking again.
"OH, by the way, Charley I've got to go meet someone for dinner, you're going to be mother hen tonight, keep my nest warm, don't do anything stupid."
"A possible future missus McKenna?"
At that Hank just gave an icy stare, and left the room.
'After 9/11, it was "You're with us or your with the terrorists." Now its "You're with Straha or you support racism."' ' - The Romulan Republic
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
Days later
"Frank."
"Yeah, K. Whats up, I'm about to head into a meeting with the committe now."
"I just got the transmission from "Jim" He's managed to grab the stick."
"Ahh. Excellent. Lobbyists are on the way. Shall I make the transaction?"
"Of course. 50 was the agreedupon price. I will send you the prints once I have them In hand."
With that, K'Thar tapped a few keys on the console and his bank accounts were fifty-million lighter.
"I have to say, K. I don't know how you do it, but I'm sure glad you *-URP*
"Frank? Are you okay?"
"Frank?"
Washington, DC
Frank Harland went numb as the Apparition entered his body. His body went limp and he dropped the Cell phone to the ground. He felt a Grip tightening on his heart as it slowed and finally stopped. All around the steps of the capitol building this scene was replayed again, and again. hundreds of apparitions simply appeared, "Melded" with people and they dropped dead, apparitions disappearing soon after. The International news media would be awash with reports of sightings of hundreds of dead in washington DC, at the hands of these Apparitions.
"Frank?!"
"What happened?"
"FRANK!"
Alarmed, he hung up the phone and dialed again.
*Busy Signal*
Grabbing his PDA, and linking it over the air with his mainframe, ready to download the blueprints obtained by Wraith, he thought to himself, "This is too much, this is too important for a messed up Cell phone.". From his seat, He walked to a glowing panel placed in the wall and, with a wave of his hand, a door slid sideways open with a *whoosh* sound.
K'Thar rather liked the human Series Star Trek, and had all the doors in his chamber rigged to make that sound.
He slipped into a heavy trenchcoat from the closet. the casual observer would not note this, but it's inner lining was of mylar, and a silvered ski-mask. Pulling on gloves and a pair of specially made combat boots to fit his very slender feet, he stepped out of the closet ready to venture forth. A hole opened in the roof of the chamber as sunlight flooded in. K'Thar squinted and felt his eyes burning as the first rays of the earth's sun, Sol met his retina.
"I really hate this. He muttered."
with that, he opened his hands, and threw them out to his side, rising slowly to the hole. Tapping his wrist-com closing the cover uderneath and engaging his mansions security systems, the thin, lithe form was at once above the mansion, then in a flash gone. almost too fast for a human eye to detect.
skimming over the surface of the atlantic ocean, his shockwaves sending the ocean into a turmoil of white foam underneath him, he guessed he would make it from his Villa in italy to washington, DC in just under an hour. which was good; he already felt nauseated by the Sun's Rays, and he was Travelling with it. it would be daylight in DC, still. He would have to get out of the sun almost as soon as he got there.
"What are they?" Wolf Blitzer spoke into the camera. "From where do they come? Did they play a part in the sabotageof the Lockheed martin Laboratory whose worm virus spread to corporations worldwide?" No one seems to have an answer. The president is set to address the nation tomorrow night from his secure undisclosed location...
"Frank."
"Yeah, K. Whats up, I'm about to head into a meeting with the committe now."
"I just got the transmission from "Jim" He's managed to grab the stick."
"Ahh. Excellent. Lobbyists are on the way. Shall I make the transaction?"
"Of course. 50 was the agreedupon price. I will send you the prints once I have them In hand."
With that, K'Thar tapped a few keys on the console and his bank accounts were fifty-million lighter.
"I have to say, K. I don't know how you do it, but I'm sure glad you *-URP*
"Frank? Are you okay?"
"Frank?"
Washington, DC
Frank Harland went numb as the Apparition entered his body. His body went limp and he dropped the Cell phone to the ground. He felt a Grip tightening on his heart as it slowed and finally stopped. All around the steps of the capitol building this scene was replayed again, and again. hundreds of apparitions simply appeared, "Melded" with people and they dropped dead, apparitions disappearing soon after. The International news media would be awash with reports of sightings of hundreds of dead in washington DC, at the hands of these Apparitions.
"Frank?!"
"What happened?"
"FRANK!"
Alarmed, he hung up the phone and dialed again.
*Busy Signal*
Grabbing his PDA, and linking it over the air with his mainframe, ready to download the blueprints obtained by Wraith, he thought to himself, "This is too much, this is too important for a messed up Cell phone.". From his seat, He walked to a glowing panel placed in the wall and, with a wave of his hand, a door slid sideways open with a *whoosh* sound.
K'Thar rather liked the human Series Star Trek, and had all the doors in his chamber rigged to make that sound.
He slipped into a heavy trenchcoat from the closet. the casual observer would not note this, but it's inner lining was of mylar, and a silvered ski-mask. Pulling on gloves and a pair of specially made combat boots to fit his very slender feet, he stepped out of the closet ready to venture forth. A hole opened in the roof of the chamber as sunlight flooded in. K'Thar squinted and felt his eyes burning as the first rays of the earth's sun, Sol met his retina.
"I really hate this. He muttered."
with that, he opened his hands, and threw them out to his side, rising slowly to the hole. Tapping his wrist-com closing the cover uderneath and engaging his mansions security systems, the thin, lithe form was at once above the mansion, then in a flash gone. almost too fast for a human eye to detect.
skimming over the surface of the atlantic ocean, his shockwaves sending the ocean into a turmoil of white foam underneath him, he guessed he would make it from his Villa in italy to washington, DC in just under an hour. which was good; he already felt nauseated by the Sun's Rays, and he was Travelling with it. it would be daylight in DC, still. He would have to get out of the sun almost as soon as he got there.
"What are they?" Wolf Blitzer spoke into the camera. "From where do they come? Did they play a part in the sabotageof the Lockheed martin Laboratory whose worm virus spread to corporations worldwide?" No one seems to have an answer. The president is set to address the nation tomorrow night from his secure undisclosed location...
Mancer looked out the window of her office. It was nearly 20:00, the nightlife in Amsterdam was quite lively. She walked out of her office, and took the stairs down instead of the elevator. It felt nice to walk around a bit, even if it wasn't outdoors.
"Hello, Miss Mancer." said a smiling guard who was sitting at the front gate.
"Hello Daniel," replied Mancer, as she walked past him, waving. "I'm going to get out for a bit... Can't stand being cooped up."
"Alright, see you. Be careful."
Mancer smiled slightly at the suggestion; she was more than capable of dealing with danger.
"I will," she reassured him, then walked out. She was met with a wall of cool air, the light breeze flowing around her slim figure. She stood there for a moment, just enjoying the coolness. A taxi came around the corner, and she signaled it. It stopped in front of her, and she got in.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Anywhere. Pick somewhere fun." she said as she laughed. It was going to be a fun night.
"Hello, Miss Mancer." said a smiling guard who was sitting at the front gate.
"Hello Daniel," replied Mancer, as she walked past him, waving. "I'm going to get out for a bit... Can't stand being cooped up."
"Alright, see you. Be careful."
Mancer smiled slightly at the suggestion; she was more than capable of dealing with danger.
"I will," she reassured him, then walked out. She was met with a wall of cool air, the light breeze flowing around her slim figure. She stood there for a moment, just enjoying the coolness. A taxi came around the corner, and she signaled it. It stopped in front of her, and she got in.
"Where to?" asked the driver.
"Anywhere. Pick somewhere fun." she said as she laughed. It was going to be a fun night.
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thecreech
- Smasher/Devourer
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New Mexico PRID Facilities
Ragam had been sitting in an Interrogation room for sometime. He was bound by hefty handcuffs that were made out of pure energy. In his current size he couldn't break thru but that problem could be easily solved but he wanted to try and get thru this without violence. He just wanted some peace and quiet. Then a door open and several soliders poured thru it. Followed by a well dressed man. He sat at the table across from him
"Well. I am waiting" Said the man
"Well so am i" Ragam spit back but he was met with a butt of a gun to the back of the head. It hurt abit but he didn't let it show, next time he would be ready for it.
"Why where you hiding the ghosts?" The man leaned foward
"How many times do i have to tell you. I wasn't, they weren't there when you guys came. I wasn't hiding anyone or thing. Can i go now" Ragam Said and again just as he was about to get clocked with the rifle from behind he flexed all the muscles in his body making it hard a steel. The butt of the rifle shattered on his neck. Ragam continued to talk
"Listen, I don't care about your silly mission, I don't care about those damn ghosts. I was minding my own buisness when you guys came along. I just want some peace and quiet." Ragam's voice began to grow angry.
"Well. I am waiting" Said the man
"Well so am i" Ragam spit back but he was met with a butt of a gun to the back of the head. It hurt abit but he didn't let it show, next time he would be ready for it.
"Why where you hiding the ghosts?" The man leaned foward
"How many times do i have to tell you. I wasn't, they weren't there when you guys came. I wasn't hiding anyone or thing. Can i go now" Ragam Said and again just as he was about to get clocked with the rifle from behind he flexed all the muscles in his body making it hard a steel. The butt of the rifle shattered on his neck. Ragam continued to talk
"Listen, I don't care about your silly mission, I don't care about those damn ghosts. I was minding my own buisness when you guys came along. I just want some peace and quiet." Ragam's voice began to grow angry.
Hank had just changed into casual clothes when his In-Out terminal rang. Checking the message, he saw it was a green-flag alert. Certain xenos (tough newts, weasels, or just plain ole good guys) were tagged with markers, and if anyone matching them was detained, the Heroes would be alerted and they would set the matter straight. Problem was not everyone checked for their flags when they were apprehended.
THe guy they had in custody now was still etched in Hank's mind, the entire team had been required to take him down, and even then they'd only got him barely, and with loss of life. After it was revealed that he actually knew nothing, Hank had flagged him and set him free, picking up the phone he dialed the holding center that they had the poor guy in.
"Hey, you the supervisor of the West American detention area? YOu just brought a guy in who looks like a big monkey? Release him now."
After listening to the standard blustering reply by the angry supervisor hank remained calm, no matter how much he wanted to scream.
"No, I'm not a tic, I'm Hank McKenna, now you release that poor bastard, take him back to where you found him, never go back, or else I will come over, and fry your ass. Got me? Good."
Hanging up the phone Hank walked out the door, knowing it was probably too late already.
THe guy they had in custody now was still etched in Hank's mind, the entire team had been required to take him down, and even then they'd only got him barely, and with loss of life. After it was revealed that he actually knew nothing, Hank had flagged him and set him free, picking up the phone he dialed the holding center that they had the poor guy in.
"Hey, you the supervisor of the West American detention area? YOu just brought a guy in who looks like a big monkey? Release him now."
After listening to the standard blustering reply by the angry supervisor hank remained calm, no matter how much he wanted to scream.
"No, I'm not a tic, I'm Hank McKenna, now you release that poor bastard, take him back to where you found him, never go back, or else I will come over, and fry your ass. Got me? Good."
Hanging up the phone Hank walked out the door, knowing it was probably too late already.
'After 9/11, it was "You're with us or your with the terrorists." Now its "You're with Straha or you support racism."' ' - The Romulan Republic
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
'You're a bully putting on an air of civility while saying that everything western and/or capitalistic must be bad, and a lot of other posters (loomer, Stas Bush, Gandalf) are also going along with it for their own personal reasons (Stas in particular is looking through rose colored glasses)' - Darth Yan
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Alyrium Denryle
- Minister of Sin
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Prof. Alytar Lynksis Floated in the water underneath the docks. The fishermen had just brought in a catch and he was consumed, his body ravaged by his un-ending cravings for fish. He managed to supress them when doing research, but he MUST indulge.
With one kick of his powerful legs he exploded from the water, his sand-paper skin glistening in the Sunlight
"Hello Friends. I suppose I couldnt interest you in letting me buy some of these delectible aquatic fish-candies would I?" His head cocked to ne side.
"Hell no, we have a quota to fill you slimey freak!"
"Oh well, I suppose I am just going to have to take your fish anyway. He tossed a sizeable sum of money on the dock to compensate them, and dove headlong into a pile of herring and slurped down as many as he could before leaping back into the harbor. He also muttered a few words and cast a specialized memory charm that would make them forget they were just fleeced by a humanoid fish.
It was a ling swim, but he got home, his hunger sated for the time being. But the moment he got back to his tank on the beech, he was hit by an other all-consuming compulsion. His gills were FILTHY!
He unched over, and pulled a specialy designed comb. Then he flexed a few muscles and opened up the flaps of skin and bone that protected his gills, and he began preening....
*15 min later*
finally fiished with his gill cleansing he settled down, and was chatting with a Migrating humpback. He had a water conduit from his tank to the ocean, and could hear and respind with relative ease. But his onverstion was interrupted when the doorbell rang. He hopped out of his tank and scuttled over to the door, and looked through the spyhole. Seing two men in Black, he quickly cast an illusion spell, making him look like he was normally sized and human, before opening the door.
"Yes?"
"Prof. Alytar Lynksis ?"
"Yes, who wants to know?"
"This is Agent Harry, and this is Agent Kim, and we are with PRID... may we have a word with you? TThere is no need fo the illusion, we know what you are."
"Do I have a choice?"
"In a word... no"
"Come in then"
The Prof. dispels the illusion and goes back to his normal form.
"So what do you want with me?"
The PRID goons asked him to account for his time, after all, he was not exactly around naturally, and even though the military has written him off, doesnt mean they had.
He accounded for his time, basically like meeting with a probation officer. And was allowed to go about his business....
With one kick of his powerful legs he exploded from the water, his sand-paper skin glistening in the Sunlight
"Hello Friends. I suppose I couldnt interest you in letting me buy some of these delectible aquatic fish-candies would I?" His head cocked to ne side.
"Hell no, we have a quota to fill you slimey freak!"
"Oh well, I suppose I am just going to have to take your fish anyway. He tossed a sizeable sum of money on the dock to compensate them, and dove headlong into a pile of herring and slurped down as many as he could before leaping back into the harbor. He also muttered a few words and cast a specialized memory charm that would make them forget they were just fleeced by a humanoid fish.
It was a ling swim, but he got home, his hunger sated for the time being. But the moment he got back to his tank on the beech, he was hit by an other all-consuming compulsion. His gills were FILTHY!
He unched over, and pulled a specialy designed comb. Then he flexed a few muscles and opened up the flaps of skin and bone that protected his gills, and he began preening....
*15 min later*
finally fiished with his gill cleansing he settled down, and was chatting with a Migrating humpback. He had a water conduit from his tank to the ocean, and could hear and respind with relative ease. But his onverstion was interrupted when the doorbell rang. He hopped out of his tank and scuttled over to the door, and looked through the spyhole. Seing two men in Black, he quickly cast an illusion spell, making him look like he was normally sized and human, before opening the door.
"Yes?"
"Prof. Alytar Lynksis ?"
"Yes, who wants to know?"
"This is Agent Harry, and this is Agent Kim, and we are with PRID... may we have a word with you? TThere is no need fo the illusion, we know what you are."
"Do I have a choice?"
"In a word... no"
"Come in then"
The Prof. dispels the illusion and goes back to his normal form.
"So what do you want with me?"
The PRID goons asked him to account for his time, after all, he was not exactly around naturally, and even though the military has written him off, doesnt mean they had.
He accounded for his time, basically like meeting with a probation officer. And was allowed to go about his business....
GALE Force Biological Agent/
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
PRID Agent Harry Talbot listened to Prof. Fishman's account. "His story checks out, Kim. Go back to the car and I'll finish up," he said.
Once Agent Kim was out of earshot, Harry turned back to his host. "Before I go, I have one last thing to ask you." He took a bulging envelope out of his inside jacket pocket and removed from it a single piece of paper. Judging by the thickness of its container he probably had a lot of them. Harry gave it to the professor, a badly-blurred black and white copy of a frame of security camera footage. "This photograph was taken from a security camera at a convenience store near here. Have you ever seen this creature?" he indicated a fuzzy greyish splotch that was somehow even less detailed than the rest of the picture. "If you ever do, contact me immediately. Not PRID, go directly to me. Personal reasons."
Harry gave the man his card before turning to leave. "Thank you for your time, Prof Lynksis."
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"You asked him about that whale of yours, didn't you? You know you're never going find it." Kim said to him back in the car.
"Not a whale, a wolf. I will find it and destroy it once and for all, I swear it ..."
"...On your father's grave, I know. Look, PRID doesn't give us this work for fun. You have to focus. Something fishy is going on here. We have to do our jobs, not your looney side project."
Once Agent Kim was out of earshot, Harry turned back to his host. "Before I go, I have one last thing to ask you." He took a bulging envelope out of his inside jacket pocket and removed from it a single piece of paper. Judging by the thickness of its container he probably had a lot of them. Harry gave it to the professor, a badly-blurred black and white copy of a frame of security camera footage. "This photograph was taken from a security camera at a convenience store near here. Have you ever seen this creature?" he indicated a fuzzy greyish splotch that was somehow even less detailed than the rest of the picture. "If you ever do, contact me immediately. Not PRID, go directly to me. Personal reasons."
Harry gave the man his card before turning to leave. "Thank you for your time, Prof Lynksis."
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"You asked him about that whale of yours, didn't you? You know you're never going find it." Kim said to him back in the car.
"Not a whale, a wolf. I will find it and destroy it once and for all, I swear it ..."
"...On your father's grave, I know. Look, PRID doesn't give us this work for fun. You have to focus. Something fishy is going on here. We have to do our jobs, not your looney side project."
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The bright flashing lights swirled around the room. A heavy techno beat moving impossibly fast filled the entire club, shaking the ground with each beat. Young people were all dancing frantically, as though they were in a psychedelic frenzy. Mancer was in the middle of a nightclub in Amsterdam, one of the more popular ones. The music was so loud, that was all she could hear. She spotted somebody who was dancing alone. Young, physically fit. Perfect. She used her telepathic powers to gain his attention, then flashed a suggestive smile at him, also subtly influencing his mind. He fell for the bait, and started to moving towards her. Oh yes... She would feed tonight.
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Grand Moff Yenchin
- Sith Devotee
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New York City
The alley was choked with vehicles and people wearing cloaks holding weapons of all kind. The apartments on the alley were occupied by such people, nevously looking out of the windows, searching everywhere they could see.
A helicopter began to land on the roof, twenty armed personnel pointed their guns at it as the passenger got off. He was wearing a cloak with star patterns. The captain of the personnel walked foward to greet the passenger. He checked the passenger's ring and said, "Welcome, Knight. The Priest is waiting."
The Knight followed the captain downstairs to an apartment. The captain knocked two times on the door and then did a rapid tapping. The door behind them was opened by another armed guard. The captain lead the Templar to the main room, where more armed people were protecting a man in his twenties, wearing a red cloak with star patterns on it. The Knight knelt to the man in the red cloak. "Oh Priest of the Stars, may the Saviours bless us through these troubled times." The Priest looked at the Knight for awhile and said, "Welcome, Knight, may the Saviours bless you."
"Sir, I have been sent by the Order to escort you to the Main Temple. The bounty hunter Nick Northwind has located this place. It isn't safe anymore." The Knight stood up. The Priest clapped his hands, the guards pointed their weapons at the Knight.
"Indeed, this place isn't safe anymore, especially for you, Knight, or should I call you, 'bounty hunter'?" The Priest suddenly unleashed a series of punches and palm attacks to the Knight, the Knight barely escaped the attacks and returned with a series of kicks and punches. The Priest quickly jumped to a distance and barked at the guards, "SHOOT HIM!" Pistols, submachine guns, rifles spat out bullets hitting harmlessly on some invisible barrier around the Knight. The Priest let out an eerie laugh, the laughter became annoying and the guards began to feel uncomfortable, as well as the Knight. The Knight pulled out a pistol, but before he could shoot he fell unconscious.
All of the guards lay on the ground, the Priest turned on a radio and said, "The hunter is subdued, anyone out there report in."
No reply.
The Priest looked out of the window, the Cult members were all laying unconscious on the streets. Obviously no one was awake besides him.
The door opened, a man wearing a plain Cult robe walked in. "Good job, Knight. May the Saviours bless you." The man was wearing earplugs. "Now please prepare the bounty hunter for the sacrifice ritual."
The Knight, still wearing the Priest cloak, picked up the bounty hunter's pistol, and suddenly fired it at the real Priest. The Priest, with an astonished expression, pointed at the Knight, and fainted.
The bounty hunter immediately stood up, and took off the cloak, revealing a sweet looking Asian woman. The "Knight" took off his cloak and said, "Well, Drake, I've located as well as captured the Priest of the New York Star's Signal Cult Group. Although his identity is unknown, I proposed this "plan to apprehend the bounty hunter" to his lapdogs, and he accepted it...."
"Accepted it with a twist, Mr. Northwind." The room suddenly flooded in with a group of armed Cult members, lead by a tough looking man in a Priest's cloak. "Your 'plan to locate the real Priest' was effective, a good opportunity for me to remove the pain in the Cult as well as Saviour's asses." The Priest pointed at his ears, "As for the special earplugs, they're easy to obtain, only the people in this room were fainted by your silly sonic scream." Nick glanced out of the window, the fainted Cult members were now awake and sound.
"Didn't I tell you..?" Drake gave a smirk. Nick shrugged his shoulders and said, "Thanks. When I sensed them I knew I owed you one."
A sonic scream even more powerful than the previous laughter was released, the Cult members were suddenly thrown behind by an extreme force, slamming them on the walls, besides the Priest, who was included in the protection of the invisible barrier provided by Donna Drake.
But being inside the barrier couldn't protect him from the tranquilizer dart shot from her, who was also inside.
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"There is a new job for you." Drake told Nick as they walked out of the PRID office building.
Nick looked at his PDA, "My bank account shows that I don't need jobs."
Drake smiled, she knew Nick didn't mean it.
"People in Washington DC have been attacked by apparitions. PRID needs to know who is behind this attack, he or she must be captured alive. For One billion."
"All right, give my "Jou" (barrier powers) back and I'll head there first for investigation."
"Ok."
Their palms met.
The alley was choked with vehicles and people wearing cloaks holding weapons of all kind. The apartments on the alley were occupied by such people, nevously looking out of the windows, searching everywhere they could see.
A helicopter began to land on the roof, twenty armed personnel pointed their guns at it as the passenger got off. He was wearing a cloak with star patterns. The captain of the personnel walked foward to greet the passenger. He checked the passenger's ring and said, "Welcome, Knight. The Priest is waiting."
The Knight followed the captain downstairs to an apartment. The captain knocked two times on the door and then did a rapid tapping. The door behind them was opened by another armed guard. The captain lead the Templar to the main room, where more armed people were protecting a man in his twenties, wearing a red cloak with star patterns on it. The Knight knelt to the man in the red cloak. "Oh Priest of the Stars, may the Saviours bless us through these troubled times." The Priest looked at the Knight for awhile and said, "Welcome, Knight, may the Saviours bless you."
"Sir, I have been sent by the Order to escort you to the Main Temple. The bounty hunter Nick Northwind has located this place. It isn't safe anymore." The Knight stood up. The Priest clapped his hands, the guards pointed their weapons at the Knight.
"Indeed, this place isn't safe anymore, especially for you, Knight, or should I call you, 'bounty hunter'?" The Priest suddenly unleashed a series of punches and palm attacks to the Knight, the Knight barely escaped the attacks and returned with a series of kicks and punches. The Priest quickly jumped to a distance and barked at the guards, "SHOOT HIM!" Pistols, submachine guns, rifles spat out bullets hitting harmlessly on some invisible barrier around the Knight. The Priest let out an eerie laugh, the laughter became annoying and the guards began to feel uncomfortable, as well as the Knight. The Knight pulled out a pistol, but before he could shoot he fell unconscious.
All of the guards lay on the ground, the Priest turned on a radio and said, "The hunter is subdued, anyone out there report in."
No reply.
The Priest looked out of the window, the Cult members were all laying unconscious on the streets. Obviously no one was awake besides him.
The door opened, a man wearing a plain Cult robe walked in. "Good job, Knight. May the Saviours bless you." The man was wearing earplugs. "Now please prepare the bounty hunter for the sacrifice ritual."
The Knight, still wearing the Priest cloak, picked up the bounty hunter's pistol, and suddenly fired it at the real Priest. The Priest, with an astonished expression, pointed at the Knight, and fainted.
The bounty hunter immediately stood up, and took off the cloak, revealing a sweet looking Asian woman. The "Knight" took off his cloak and said, "Well, Drake, I've located as well as captured the Priest of the New York Star's Signal Cult Group. Although his identity is unknown, I proposed this "plan to apprehend the bounty hunter" to his lapdogs, and he accepted it...."
"Accepted it with a twist, Mr. Northwind." The room suddenly flooded in with a group of armed Cult members, lead by a tough looking man in a Priest's cloak. "Your 'plan to locate the real Priest' was effective, a good opportunity for me to remove the pain in the Cult as well as Saviour's asses." The Priest pointed at his ears, "As for the special earplugs, they're easy to obtain, only the people in this room were fainted by your silly sonic scream." Nick glanced out of the window, the fainted Cult members were now awake and sound.
"Didn't I tell you..?" Drake gave a smirk. Nick shrugged his shoulders and said, "Thanks. When I sensed them I knew I owed you one."
A sonic scream even more powerful than the previous laughter was released, the Cult members were suddenly thrown behind by an extreme force, slamming them on the walls, besides the Priest, who was included in the protection of the invisible barrier provided by Donna Drake.
But being inside the barrier couldn't protect him from the tranquilizer dart shot from her, who was also inside.
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"There is a new job for you." Drake told Nick as they walked out of the PRID office building.
Nick looked at his PDA, "My bank account shows that I don't need jobs."
Drake smiled, she knew Nick didn't mean it.
"People in Washington DC have been attacked by apparitions. PRID needs to know who is behind this attack, he or she must be captured alive. For One billion."
"All right, give my "Jou" (barrier powers) back and I'll head there first for investigation."
"Ok."
Their palms met.
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Dahak
- Emperor's Hand
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Dorian finished his dinner and wiped away the last droplets of blood from his lips. Lamb. One of his favourites...
And it was time. He walked into the library, and on his mental command, a portion of the lefthand wall swung back, revealing a small secret room. A large slab of titan was lying in it. With his mind, he lifted it up, and started to mold it, until a small hole was created. He took the picture, put it inside the hole, and remolded the slab until it was a uniform block of metal again. It would be shipped off to McGreyth House tomorrow morning.
As he closed the compartment again, he sensed a presence nearby. Someone was spying on him...
Then let's play a little, shall we?
He went upstairs, dressed up, and prepared for a fun night. Dressed all in blackin a hideously expensive and elegant suit, he went to the garage, and took his Aston Martin for a ride.
And it was time. He walked into the library, and on his mental command, a portion of the lefthand wall swung back, revealing a small secret room. A large slab of titan was lying in it. With his mind, he lifted it up, and started to mold it, until a small hole was created. He took the picture, put it inside the hole, and remolded the slab until it was a uniform block of metal again. It would be shipped off to McGreyth House tomorrow morning.
As he closed the compartment again, he sensed a presence nearby. Someone was spying on him...
Then let's play a little, shall we?
He went upstairs, dressed up, and prepared for a fun night. Dressed all in blackin a hideously expensive and elegant suit, he went to the garage, and took his Aston Martin for a ride.
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Alyrium Denryle
- Minister of Sin
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Alytar awoke from a deep slumber at the bottom of his huge salt-water tank, it was 4 in the morning and he was due at the docks to supervise a few grad students as they dove for specimens. He climbd out of the water and simply left out the front door, no need for clothes, he waved is hand and once again looked to any mundane like the average person leaving the average house.
It was still dark outside and he walked along the streets as usual, but something was amiss. As he passed by an elley way, an odd shimmering caught his eye.... He was being attacked. The blade using mugger swung his sonc blade straight at the professors illusiory head. He didnt need to duck, but the blade dispelled the illusion. Alytar threw his tiny body forward, duckng under the swinging blade and plowed into the much larger human. Knocking him to the ground. Then he cast a quick web spel, reassembled his illusory matrix and went on is way.
It was still dark outside and he walked along the streets as usual, but something was amiss. As he passed by an elley way, an odd shimmering caught his eye.... He was being attacked. The blade using mugger swung his sonc blade straight at the professors illusiory head. He didnt need to duck, but the blade dispelled the illusion. Alytar threw his tiny body forward, duckng under the swinging blade and plowed into the much larger human. Knocking him to the ground. Then he cast a quick web spel, reassembled his illusory matrix and went on is way.
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There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
BOTM/Great Dolphin Conspiracy/
Entomology and Evolutionary Biology Subdirector:SD.net Dept. of Biological Sciences
There is Grandeur in the View of Life; it fills me with a Deep Wonder, and Intense Cynicism.
Factio republicanum delenda est
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Marcus woke up to the sound of a rifle butt taping against his window. Upon looking outside he saw maybe 9 gaurds, all in PRID uniforms, around his old truck that he'd taken for his own recently. He rolled down the manual window and looked out at the gaurd who looked bored and tired, "Hello Officer, can I help you?"
Ten minutes later Marcus dropped the body of one of the gaurds in front of his truck, he was still alive, and honestly that's what made it so fun. It had been interesting to find out how force was necessary to put the barrel of a rifle through a person. He didn't think that the one person he'd left crucified on the ground still squirming and screaming for help wouldn't mind dying under the sun. He drove off, over the body... twice... before really leaving, heading towards the directions he'd gotten. Oh this was going to be great fun.
Ten minutes later Marcus dropped the body of one of the gaurds in front of his truck, he was still alive, and honestly that's what made it so fun. It had been interesting to find out how force was necessary to put the barrel of a rifle through a person. He didn't think that the one person he'd left crucified on the ground still squirming and screaming for help wouldn't mind dying under the sun. He drove off, over the body... twice... before really leaving, heading towards the directions he'd gotten. Oh this was going to be great fun.
It was still daylight when K'thar arrived in Washington, DC. HE noticed the police cars swarming around the capitol building, throngs of people surrounding the area, reporters clamoring. From a few hundred feet up, K'thar could see this was no ordinary crime scene. National guardsmen were patrolling the streets, dispersing crowds of frightened DCites.
"Hmm. I wonder..."
A second later, a bullet whizzed by with a *FZZT*, barely missing him.
"That's not good." He said aloud, as he heard the screaming and saw the throng pointing upwards towards him. suddenly the air was alive with gunfire.
"There's one now!" The crowd screamed.
"Get him!" a cop said, as he fired into the air
A bullhorn Blared "SURRENDER NOW."
With a wave of his hand, K'thar formed a shell of pure EM energy around him, it was amusing to see the atomic bonds of individual bullets break down as they simply seemed to disappear upon impact with his shield. Coasting down through the air, K'thar landed to a hail of gunfire. Seeing that their bullets had no effect he was at once rushed by police and guardsmen. quickly dispersing the shield so as not to kill the hapless men, he waved them asidewith a force barrier, scattering them like sticks in the roadway. Casually, he strode through the barricades and police cars, waving aside more police as they attempted to rush him.
He must've seemed a daemon to him, clad in black with a silver ski mask. All 6'5" of him, towering above most of the crowd. He noticed many bodies, covered with white sheets laid out neatly in a row on the sidewalk. Horrified, he swished away trhe sheets and scanned the rouws of people until his eyes fell upon...
Frank Harland. His longtime friend lay motionless on the ground, Rigor mortis already setting in. ghostly white. A Rage boiled up inside K'Thar. A rage he had not felt since being banished from his homeworld. With a motion of his hand, Frank Harland's body lifted off the pavement and gravitated towards the tall alien.
"No.."
"No, It can't be."
In stunned silence the crowd stared on. Police and guardsmen seemed frozen in time. K'thar, at the sudden realization that his friend was dead. placed the body back onto the pavement and replaced the sheets with a motion of his hand.
"H-how did you..." One guardsman said, aghast.
"What....Happened....here?"
"Apparitions...surely you've..."
"I have not."
A gunshot rang out. the bullet travelled neatly through the air, fired by a sniper emplacement on a rooftop. K'thar, caught unaware, jerked spasmodically as the bullet tore through his gut, spattering the pavement with bluish-green blood.
"WHAT ARE YOU!?" the guardsman screamed, raising his weapon.
"I...I am.....Death...." K'Thar mumbled, replenishing his shield. He could feel his lifeblood draining away. His healing factor would not stand for long. Not in this sunlight. he threw his arms out, scattering people in every direction. Cars lifted effortlessly from the ground some 20 feet into the air, crashing with near explosive concussion. Rising from the ground in a storm of EM energy, he reached his hand out, seizing the weapons of countless officers and guardsmen, twisting them into unrecognizable masses of metal.
He was at once too weak to continue. he sank slowly to the ground, his trenchcoat soaked with blood. Another bullet from the sniper's rifle impacted against the shield glancing in the direction of the impact, he saw the sniper's position as he fired yet another shot. with a motion of his hand, the bullet changed course in midflight and was flung back at the sniper at 1250 FPS. The bullet tore directly back the direction is was fired, entering the barrel of the weapon, exploding it. The sniper and his spotter were showered with shrapnel, and fell screaming to the ground, clutching their ruined body parts. the swarm of officers rushed the hapless alien, nightsticks and tasers drawn. K'thar dropped his shield and tried to toss them asunder, to no avail. He was simply too weak. All he could manage was a weak pulse of EM energy, disabling the Tasers.
"Well, it will not hurt as bad with those things off..." Was his last thought as the officers fell upon him. his vision greyed, then all was dark.
"Hmm. I wonder..."
A second later, a bullet whizzed by with a *FZZT*, barely missing him.
"That's not good." He said aloud, as he heard the screaming and saw the throng pointing upwards towards him. suddenly the air was alive with gunfire.
"There's one now!" The crowd screamed.
"Get him!" a cop said, as he fired into the air
A bullhorn Blared "SURRENDER NOW."
With a wave of his hand, K'thar formed a shell of pure EM energy around him, it was amusing to see the atomic bonds of individual bullets break down as they simply seemed to disappear upon impact with his shield. Coasting down through the air, K'thar landed to a hail of gunfire. Seeing that their bullets had no effect he was at once rushed by police and guardsmen. quickly dispersing the shield so as not to kill the hapless men, he waved them asidewith a force barrier, scattering them like sticks in the roadway. Casually, he strode through the barricades and police cars, waving aside more police as they attempted to rush him.
He must've seemed a daemon to him, clad in black with a silver ski mask. All 6'5" of him, towering above most of the crowd. He noticed many bodies, covered with white sheets laid out neatly in a row on the sidewalk. Horrified, he swished away trhe sheets and scanned the rouws of people until his eyes fell upon...
Frank Harland. His longtime friend lay motionless on the ground, Rigor mortis already setting in. ghostly white. A Rage boiled up inside K'Thar. A rage he had not felt since being banished from his homeworld. With a motion of his hand, Frank Harland's body lifted off the pavement and gravitated towards the tall alien.
"No.."
"No, It can't be."
In stunned silence the crowd stared on. Police and guardsmen seemed frozen in time. K'thar, at the sudden realization that his friend was dead. placed the body back onto the pavement and replaced the sheets with a motion of his hand.
"H-how did you..." One guardsman said, aghast.
"What....Happened....here?"
"Apparitions...surely you've..."
"I have not."
A gunshot rang out. the bullet travelled neatly through the air, fired by a sniper emplacement on a rooftop. K'thar, caught unaware, jerked spasmodically as the bullet tore through his gut, spattering the pavement with bluish-green blood.
"WHAT ARE YOU!?" the guardsman screamed, raising his weapon.
"I...I am.....Death...." K'Thar mumbled, replenishing his shield. He could feel his lifeblood draining away. His healing factor would not stand for long. Not in this sunlight. he threw his arms out, scattering people in every direction. Cars lifted effortlessly from the ground some 20 feet into the air, crashing with near explosive concussion. Rising from the ground in a storm of EM energy, he reached his hand out, seizing the weapons of countless officers and guardsmen, twisting them into unrecognizable masses of metal.
He was at once too weak to continue. he sank slowly to the ground, his trenchcoat soaked with blood. Another bullet from the sniper's rifle impacted against the shield glancing in the direction of the impact, he saw the sniper's position as he fired yet another shot. with a motion of his hand, the bullet changed course in midflight and was flung back at the sniper at 1250 FPS. The bullet tore directly back the direction is was fired, entering the barrel of the weapon, exploding it. The sniper and his spotter were showered with shrapnel, and fell screaming to the ground, clutching their ruined body parts. the swarm of officers rushed the hapless alien, nightsticks and tasers drawn. K'thar dropped his shield and tried to toss them asunder, to no avail. He was simply too weak. All he could manage was a weak pulse of EM energy, disabling the Tasers.
"Well, it will not hurt as bad with those things off..." Was his last thought as the officers fell upon him. his vision greyed, then all was dark.
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