Name: Lien Force
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Allegiance: Humans but really is a Neutral
Personality: Opinionated, strong, funny
Appearance: Pale blonde hair that extends down her back, hypnotic blue eyes, and average height with a slender build. Exosuit is grey and pretty basic, with a sword equipped to it.
History: When Lien was younger, she was a quiet sort of girl, not really talking unless she had to. But in her later teen years, when she learned the skill of combat, she ran away from her home that was completely set on the robots loosing. She believes that the humans were stupid and lazy, making servants out of the robots and expecting to just sit around while technology did their hard work for them. But she didn’t think that the robots should take over, because of their lack of being really human, and because she didn’t want to die. So she hid on the surface, hiding from the robots and honing her skills. When she finally went back down to where the humans were, she realized that they were slowly loosing a hard fought battle that should be rightfully theirs.
Now she fights on the battlefield, trying to get some peace back to Earth. She hides her psychic ability from the humans to keep from being a Spectre.
Strengths: Combat, staying under the radar.
Weaknesses: Indecisive, opinionated
Likes/dislikes: She likes to fight, loves music, and dislikes anything that opposes her
Other: Totally up for love and friendships of some sorts
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Name: Etna Valade
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Allegiance: Mercenary, currently for Spectre
Personality: She does not trust easily, and is prone to stabbing people in the back. She does not enjoy getting attached to people or places, because she feels that she will have to leave them sooner or later.
Appearance: Except a bit older looking. With Exo-suit
History: Etna was a regular person, and she wanted nothing at all to do with the war. However, when she was 18, she was forced to enter the fight as a soldier, and she hated it. She fled from battle more than one time, and was almost made an example of because of it. She finally left at the age of 23 and has spent the last three years as a mercenary. For the last year, she has been with the Spectre Order.
Strengths: A good sniper, with quick reflexes. She can build makeshift traps.
Weaknesses: Any close combat fighting. She can't use an energy sword. Also has no people skills.
Likes: Being alone, stargazing when she gets the chance, emptiness
Dislikes: Blood (she prefers the quick kill-then-don't-look method), excruciatingly loud people
Other: Only a little, itty bitty chance of being up for love.
There once was a cat. He wasn’t particularly fat. Fuzzy was his favorite mat. And really, that was that.
Oh, but did you really think so? Keep reading, it’s just the start of the show! And as for how far this tale will go… Well, even the cat doesn’t know.
Ok, lets start since we've got a nice amount of people
ALUCARD~~
"Shields operating at fifteen percent capacity" The voice of my AI, Mary, said, "You know, you should back off, there's nothing you can do to this guy."
I shrugged the voice off, "Lets see about that."
I pushed myself out of the bricks and rubble I had been thrown into with a groan.
"Don't be stupid" She said again."
"If you don't want to watch, then shut yourself down."
"Then you'd already be dead."
"Then stop complaining."
The Mercenary Exo-Suit was slowly walking towards me. It twice my size and heavily outfitted with weapons, but it was slower.
I started running towards it but had to quickly roll to the side to avoid a rocket. When I regained my feet I kept running. When I was five feet away I yelled, "Tristan, now!"
His claw shot out and grabbed the mech around the waist, pinning its left arm to its body. I jumped at it, and its right arm swung, trying to knock me back, but I caught it with my left hand. I grunted with the effort of restraining him, but then my AI diverted my shield energy to my hand, and his arm crumpled beneath my grip. I smiled under my helmet, thanking Mary silently.
My other hand flicked backwards and the energy knife concealed under my wrist popped out. In a single lightning quick movement I felt the glass of his faceplate cave in and then the usual thump as the blade hit flesh.
I jumped back and let the body fall into the snow.
"Now that you've made a thorough idiot of yourself, get back to the ship before you die of radiation poisoning."
"Yes mother" i replied with a short laugh.
Tristan retrieved his claw and we both jogged back to the ship. As we approached the invisibility field shimmered and shut off. It was about as long as a semi-truck and purple with a drop hatch in the back. Drop pods protruded from the sides, and turrets stuck out from underneath it. We hopped up on the landing bay and stepped into the vacuum of the cleansing chamber. Gas was sucked in as the chamber pressurized and then the door to the inside compartment hissed open. We bother stepped in and I flicked off my helmet.
Draconis stepped out of the cockpit and I handed him Mary's chip. He plugged her into the ships mainframe and her voice soon echoed out of the speakers, "Will someone please hit Alucard, because I can't"
Tristan laughed, "I don't know why you're so upset. He's not dead, and I think he handled it fairly well."
"Only because you were holding it's arm!" She retorted, "Look, he's got a baseball sized dent where his heart was!"
I looked down to where my armor was hanging on its rack and she was right. I sighed, it would probably cost me a couple thousand to fix, and since I was wanted, even more. I'd make the call tomorrow.
"Draconis," I said, "Set a heading for one of the Frontier towns. Make sure we get there before the new moon in three days."
He nodded and then slipped back into the cockpit. Tristan put on some music and I fell into my chair, letting all of the stress of those last twenty minutes drain out of my system.
Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. ~Nathaniel Hawthorne
I will be posting my responses for both or not when applicable
TRISTAN~~~
What's he doing now? i think as Alucard jumps out of the rubble
"TRISTAN, NOW!" said Alucard.
"Heh" And i launch my claw at the noble, pinning one arm to his body.
Alucard quickly finished him off and was scolded by Mary as we walked back to the ship.
He quickly fell asleep.
I sigh at the never-ending work.
"Tristan," Draconis nods at me.
i don't know why, but he acts differently towards me then with Alucard.
He's never his usual jokey self.
Right now for instance.
He's bothering Alucard. He says he's bored.
And...
he just got punched in the face.
Sigh
DRACONIS~~~
NEEEEYOOOWWW
I fly across the cabin and collide with the back wall.
"Still one hell of a punch Alucard! HAHAHAHAH!" I say
"He's asleep" Tristan says.
Goddamn Nobles. Always thinking that they're better than us humans.
I would love to give that Tristan a beam saber to the face, but Alucard would get reeeeeal mad at me.
"Shove it Tristan. I don't need you to tell me that," I say
"Whatever" he shrugs and gets back to working on his claw.
Damn Nobles
I HOPE YOU FALL INTO A PIT AND GET SKEWERED BY SPIKES, BUT THEY ALL MISS YOUR VITAL ORGANS. THEN SNAKES WILL COME OUT AND BITE YOU TO NEAR DEATH. THEN A BOULDER WILL COME DOWN AND SLOWLY CRUSH THE SPIKES AND YOU...TO DEATH
-Sage
June jogged throughout the underground city with ease, her artificial joints alowed her to keep at a steady pace without using much battery.
~/*Paging Noble X5046
An automatic voice echoed through her head.
What do you want now? She asked the paging, she wasn't in the mood. to go on a mission. Her landlord had kicked her out of her apartment after he found June hooked to a wall charging. He wasn't quite happy to be housing a Robot and June barely escaped the cops.
~/* Report to duty on 6;18
June kept jogging and slowed to a walk, as she approached her new home.
"Make me," She answered the automative voice.
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
..i'm lonely...message me..some how add me on your social networking site (unless you are some creepy weirdo who stalks girls for their organ harvesting company..i personally like them inside of me thankyou )
I glanced around, wondering what was going on. It was actually quite a while since the Order had contacted me. Maybe it would be time to cut off ties with them, time to get a new client? Well, they had three days left to contact me if they wanted me to stay with them.
Well, it appeared I spoke too soon. My communicator buzzed at my waist. I flipped it out and held it to my ear.
"You must head back underground. Make sure you are not followed. People will meet you there." And that was it. I frowned but set it back into its pouch.
People? Who exactly would those people be? Could I trust them? No, I couldn't. But it was the only way for me to stay alive, unless I could offer my services to the nobles. But no, I was still with the Spectre Order, and that would remain until the said they had no more need of my services. But, with the war going on, it was unlikely that it would be any time soon.
I sighed and pushed myself off the rock I rested on. Time to head back, I supposed.
There once was a cat. He wasn’t particularly fat. Fuzzy was his favorite mat. And really, that was that.
Oh, but did you really think so? Keep reading, it’s just the start of the show! And as for how far this tale will go… Well, even the cat doesn’t know.
I ran throught the tunnels, my targets heart signature starkly contrasting with the cold waste of the ice caves. As i ran i charged the blaster embedded in my left hand before blasting chunks out of the wall just above his head. Damn, i thought, i never miss.
I pause for a moment and let my power flowaway from my vision and into the rest of my body. I dropped my head and ran. Faster and faster. He turned at the sound of my boots on the ice.
He never stood a chance.
My energy blade slid from its sheath above my right hand with a dull lethal buzz. I ran at him and flipped over his head, twisting in the air before bringing my had around in a deadly arc, slicing his skull neatly in two.
~Messaging Central Mainframe
It is done.
Good return to base
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
Name: Tyrkomel (goes by Tyr)
Age: 17 (almost 18 )
Gender: male
Race: human
Allegiance: currently neautral but will side with the humans and join Spectre
Personality: Reckless, competetive, and hot tempered. Experience has taught him to keep a cool head and a check on his temper. Tyr doesn't really care what happens to the world, but is fiercely loyal to those friends he has. He's the type to dance to the beat of his own drum, and resents the fact that someone is trying to manipulate him. More will be revealed with time.
history: The son of a Hunter and a Spectre, Tyr is a second generation psychic. When his father learned his mother was pregnant he had her kidnapped, and killed after Tyr was born. Though Tyr was raised by Hunter's, his disposition is that of a Spectre. He did not have a happy childhood, he was abused and tortured from a young age.
When he was fourteen, old enough to survive on his own, he ran away, and has been living, on his own ever since, covertly sabatoging the Robot faction. He has never met another free human and is curious about his mother's group.
Strengths: Class 5 Electricity, this ability can be used in various ways, but the main one, is that if his control gets strong enough, he could shut down the robots. Pyrokinesis, can start and control fires with his mind.
Weaknesses: His childhood trauma, can occasionally cause him to black out. Fear of confined places, Tyr can't stand to be restrained in any way.
Likes/Dislikes: Likes high, wide open places, music of all kinds. Severe claustrophobia.
Other: Up for love, his father and the other Hunter's are determined to track him down and recapture him. Also his full name mean's 'mother's death'.
The rustling noise behind me. Crap. I thought this was the one place I could worry about no one finding me.
I turned to see the Noble behind me, about to strike. I ejected my sword and cut off his arm. Then the other. But he charged at me none the less, knocking me to the ground. I tried to slice through the rest of it, but I was pinned to the ground. I let out a small groan and turned away, ready for it to kill me. But it didn't. One minute it was there, and suddenly it was lying near me, dead. All I saw was a figure standing near me - Human - who had a dark expression over his face. I hadn't thought that only those with a death wish would venture these swamps, but I guess I wasn't the only one. He helped me up, and then left me in the underbrush.
I was all alone.
I heard someone speak into my head piece. I could barely hear them.
"What?" I yelled into the speaker.
"Damn, you don't have to yell. It's only me. You have to get back here. Now." Great. It was her again.
"Well I'm busy."
"Do you not know English? NOW."
Tyr crouched behind the rock, waiting for the damned Noble's to pass by. This was the third patrol in an hour, guess they hadn't taken kindly to blowing up one of the border forts.
When the patrol passed, he stood up, and through electricity in a blanket over the surrounding area. Instantly the Noble's appeared on the radar, their locations clear as day. Animals were harder to sense, the energy the gave off less intense. But nearby, almost directly over head he sensed the power of a ship. Since it was cloaked, it was probably operated by humans.
*all I got right now. Rider and egasyarg could maybe notice the commotion when they get overhead.*
"Hello! Hello!" I nearly screamed into the small devise. "This is agent relo. I repeat Agent relo reporting."
"Agent relo, what do you have to give?" the monitor projected.
"Nothing I can just show. I must arrange a rendezvous. Have two order members meet me at the normal place. I got something important to show them," I said.
"Affirmative," was the last sound the little thing said.
Yeah. Who ever goes. Just have James whine and say he wants to go back the spy thing is to back braking, blah blah blah....
That User Who Changed Their Name A Dozen Times And So No One Ever Knew Who They Were Half the Time and When They Did Only Used Bolt.
The tragic tale of losing all #Brand for nothing in return.
“Where are we headed?” Jona was asking. He was walking at the moment, his cat-thing pacing alongside him.
“Master Dalim.” The Spectre agent murmured, giving Kale a respectful bow.
“Adam.” Kale replied, “You come with new orders?” The agent nodded, handing Kale a tiny disc, which the master slotted into his helmet. Immediately, the image on his faceplate went from one of Adam to one of the council, relaying his orders to him.
“For a long time, Dalim, you have expressed a desire to attack the mainframes themselves. This has been taken into account in the mission we have assigned to you.” Kale’s heart skipped a beat, were they really considering a full assault on the Noble fortresses?
The councillor continued, “At this time, an assault such as one you advocate would be impossible. The council agrees that such action is suicide.” He leaned forward, “However, we have recently received contact with our spy within the Hunters, one Agent Relo. He claims to have vital information for us, and requests a meeting with two other agents. Considering that this could lead to the eventual possibility of an attack on the mainframes, we have decided that it would be best to dispatch yourself and your apprentice to meet him. The coordinates of the meeting are as follows…”
Kale looked at the ship that was facing them. Owned by a robot loyal to the humans, it was something that could get them close enough to the meeting point with little concern. Still, they would need to be careful, and that meant that Kale couldn’t tell Jona straight out where they were going.
Within a few hours, they’d reached the other side of the main ‘border’ between the human and robot territories. They touched down in a frontier town, the place they were supposed to be meeting their contact.
“Leave the cat inside, Jona.” Kale said, “Can’t have them seeing anything remotely organic.”
The two of them left through the drop hatch of the ship, looking about themselves. “How will we know which one he is?” Asked Jona.
“We won’t,” Kale replied, “He’ll know to recognise us.”
**I'll post with Steven later**
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
I awoke to Mary's voice over the speakers, "Something happened down below."
"OOH! What is it?" I ask.
"Well, for one thing we are at the Noble Border."
I don't answer. My anger rises up on my and my trigger finger starts to twitch... might as well kill some while we're here.
"Drake? What are you doing?"
"Nothing" I get out of bed and open the door from my room, "What are you talking about Mary?"
Her voice echoes to another part of the station, "Tristan! What is Drake doing?"
His voice came back to me "I don't know, why?"
"We're over noble territory."
TRISTAN
I run towards the gunning area. My mind racing with the knowledge of what Drake is about to do. I round the corner to the turrets and there he is, sitting in his chair with the giant rifle balanced in front of him.
I call out his name, but he doesn't hear me, or at least it doesn't register.
"SHUT UP NOBLE! I'M NOT DRACONIS! I'M DHAMPIR!" his laughter shakes the gun.
He pulls the trigger and a large bullet flies towards the mob of Nobles charging our ship. The canister flies towards the army and opens, sending lazers in every direction. Soon, the Nobles are nothing but a pile of dust.
His barking laughter starts up again.
I move up behind him and silence him with a quick blow to the head. I maneuver him onto my back and carry him to the cell we made him when he gets like this. For some reason, after he joined on, we've never had a boring moment.
I just closed the door when Mary's voice echoes again, "Another figure moving towards the ship."
"Noble?" I respond.
"No, Human."
I sigh and drop out of the ship. It takes me a second to see him, but I am faster. My claw pins him to a tree while I ask, "What is your name?"
"Tyr."
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I HOPE YOU FALL INTO A PIT AND GET SKEWERED BY SPIKES, BUT THEY ALL MISS YOUR VITAL ORGANS. THEN SNAKES WILL COME OUT AND BITE YOU TO NEAR DEATH. THEN A BOULDER WILL COME DOWN AND SLOWLY CRUSH THE SPIKES AND YOU...TO DEATH
-Sage
~recieving from Mainframe
We have a disturbance on the border. Take your hover bike and investigate. You are qualified for lethal force. I ran up out of the caves recaging my power. I jumoed up onto my waiting hoverbike and shot off toward the border. Something was very wrong. There was an odd signature coming from two people and hundreds of Nobles appeared to go off line simultaneously.
Something was very wrong indeed.
I have looked into the eye of the storm and stared it down. I am an adrenaline junky and i know no fear.
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