Futuristic The Monsters (closed)

[hEMbo]

The year is 2876, Humans have emerged out of our tiny solar system and into a galaxy full of advanced races. For many centuries they had to fight to have their voice heard, for other races to accept them into their community. Now they finally have a chance.


A human Sentinel named Roslyn Doe has long been in the galactic spotlight. Sentinels are extremely talented ex-soldiers that Humans appoint to protect colonies, represent the people, and to show the rest of the races that they are competent. So in a Galaxy thrown into chaos by an invading species, Roslyn and the humans will rise to the occasion. These new invaders are very similar to insects, except for the fact that once they conquer an area, they assimilate the organisms and civilizations that inhabits there. Little to nothing is known about them. The galaxy isn't united under one rule, and the rapidly growing attack throws things into even more disarray.


Doe has assembled a team of the best alien and human soldiers. She has also recruited scientists, assassins, special ops, pilots, and engineers. Their first mission: a large team of scientist went into the assimilated area to study the insects people have dubbed simply, "the monsters." The scientists stopped responding to communications about a week ago. Their job is to go in, figure out what happened to the scientists, and see if they found a weakness in their enemy.


((If you would like me to save you a spot, comment in the OOC section))

 

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[hEMbo]

Doe stepped out of the disinfecting chamber and strode into the docking area. It was filled with grimmy ships from all over the galaxy. Most of the equally grimmy crews had no idea who Doe was so they mostly ignored her. She regarded them with a upturned nose and a disapproving look. she hated Pride station, and tried to avoid it at all costs. unfortunately, it was a major hub, and this was the meeting place. ordered a cab to take her to the lower district. While waiting, she took out her holo-pad and looked over the list of recruits who were meeting her somewhere here.


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((what the holo-pad looks like))


The Human Alliance Sentinel Program gave her the list, and she didn't have much choice in the matter. The people who she was supposed to meet at Pride all checked out with her, but she was told she would be picking up a good pilot, and experienced weapons officer. Apparently, the last crew members were predetermined, but that they were classified. Fucking Bureaucrats, Doe thought to herself. She would like to have picked the crew herself, so that she knew whether she could depend on these people. But the Sentinel Program had their ways and their reasons. As the slick cab showed up she turned off her holo-pad and got in. The automated voice asked in a sing-song voice, "what is your destination?"

 

[Seymour]

When Tylronix was first dropped off on the Pride, he was instructed to meet someone near a large, crowded bar, which he had been given directions to. Accustomed to the strange looks other species had been giving him, he assumed most had never seen a Guerran before. This didn't surprise him at all, seeing as only a handful of Guerran have ever left Alagathar. Standing at a monstrous 8'2, Tylronix noticed more than a few thugs try to jump him, only to slink back to the shadows upon visual contact.


Tylronix had finally reached the bar, but was rather disgusted at its appearance. Such a place of scum and villainy would never be tolerated on Alagathar. Tylronix had learned much during his time away from his home planet. In regards to the war based culture of Alagathar, he had yet to find another race or planet that shared more than a few characteristics. The patrons in the bar were almost all intoxicated with some form of alcoholic beverage or narcotic. A complete stranger to this type of lifestyle, Tylronix found a relatively quiet corner, inhabited by a few species he couldn't identify, whom were all passed out, and waited patiently for news of his new commander.


The unconscious patrons, who Tylronix had been sitting next to for several hours, finally awoke with a start. Infuriated with his presence, the three of them almost immediately began ranting in whatever strange language they spoke. Tylronix responded only with silence, which angered them even more. He had hoped to avoid conflict, as attacking unarmed civilians was considered dishonorable and even treasonous in some case, at least according to Alagatharian law. That thought quickly faded, however, when Tylronix noticed the three of them had each pulled a small, sharpened metal stick. Thinking to accept their challenge, Tylronix rose, and began drawing his sword...

 

[hEMbo]

"Besbeir's on level 26." Doe said simply. That's where she should find Tylronix Draazar, who was a Gurran. It was a a scumy bar in the slums. She vaguely remembered learning about the Guerra in history. What she did remember was that there was a lot of war on their planet, and that they were big, muscley, and extremely good at fighting. She brought up an image of him on her Holo-pad and whistled. He was big, and probably a bigger asset to the team. When she walked in she immediately picked him out. He was the one in the middle of a soon-to-be brawl. She rolled her eyes and could already imagine him living on a human vessel. She jumped right in and pushed the civilians away. "Sentinel business, move along." And with that they backed away. Doe turned around to face The big alien. "Tylronix?" She confirmed.

 

[Felicity]

The click clack of wedge boots and the squeak of leather could be heard, radiating from a woman named Atakcha. What was she doing here in the Pride Space Station? Meeting with her new crew, hopefully setting off on an eventful journey. Her smokey eyes darted back and forth, scouting the place, her strong, predominant jaw jutting out from side to side as her head bobbed with each step, a long, sleek high-pony swaying in her wake. She looked different in a sense in her current attire, a leather suit and slicked ponytail, giving her a more professional look.


She stopped, turning slowly, the hustle and bustle of the station zipping about her. She couldn't deny, not only was she looking for her new crew, but she was also always worried about a past endeavor catching up with her, especially with her track record of affiliations with the wrong "crowds." She let out a low sigh and made her way to a little bar kiosk, where she would perch herself on a stool facing the crowds and masses.

 

[Seymour]

No sooner had Tylronix grasped the handle of his sword then someone had moved between them. Looking down at the intruder, she had quickly mentioned his name. Surprised that anyone would know his name, he gave one last look at the offenders, then responded to her question with a deep voice, but surprisingly clear English.


"Yes, that is my name. How did you come to learn it... Unless you were sent by the commander I have been assigned to?"


He looked back up towards the three aliens who tried to start the fight, surprised to find them taken somewhat aback by the appearance of this human female. He looked back down at her curiously, wondering how even the scum that inhabited the Pride had come to apparently respect her.

 

[hEMbo]

Doe chuckled lightly. "I AM the commander you've been assigned to." She stretched out her hand for him to shake, "Sentinel Roslyn Doe." Doe was actually very surprised at his English and his manners. She expected him to be rowdy and violent, but he wasn't at all. She hoped he would get a little less formal during battles. She liked to fight with friends, not soldiers. She gestured to a nearby seat for them to sit down at.

 

[Seymour]

Embarrassed by his seeming lack of respect, Tylronix quickly apologized:


"Ahh. Please excuse me, for on Alagathar, we have no female leaders."


Tenderly taking her hand and shaking, he was cautious about the force he applied. As he had found out when he first met Humans, he was more than capable of crushing hands. Gesturing toward the three who tried to start the scuffle, and were attempting to discreetly leave, he added "As my commander, I ask you to allow my to satisfy my honor by accepting the challenge these three have presented me with"

 

[hEMbo]

Doe wasn't surprised by the patriarchal society on Alagthar, she knew most planets were like that, and most cultures were unused to the equality female humans had achieved. "That's fine." When he asked if he could finish off the idiots she was surprised they challenged him. She could see her original image of him was totally wrong. Her eyebrows went up and she put her hands up, "by all means, crush those ass hats." She said humorously.

 

[Seymour]

Slightly bowing his head to Doe, he turned to face the three while drawing his sword. Two immediately lunged at him, but he was able to catch onto one's wrist. The other simply tried to plunge his knife into Tylronix's right bicep, but whatever cheap steel or titanium alloy blade he had was completely ineffective against his armor. In a swift motion, with his blade searing through flesh and bone, Tylronix separated the attacker's upper torso from his waist.


With the third thug fleeing through the main entrance, Tylronix looked at the one who was struggling against his iron grasp. Sheathing his blade and removing the knife from the possession of the writhing alien, he threw him a several feet toward the door. With the last of the troublemakers fleeing through the door, Tylronix turned back back to Doe.


 
((That's all from me tonight, but I'll be able to check in on the RP during the day so don't worry about holding up because of me))

 

[hEMbo]

Doe nodded nonchalantly. "Alright." She grabbed a small card out of her pocket. "Pleasure to have you on the team Tylronix." She tossed him the card, "but we are going to have to think of a way to shorten that. The ship's in the main port, that chip will get you in." She opened her Holo-pad and messaged her representative (Secretary). "There should be someone there to welcome you and give you a tour, but I have to go. Maybe Tyler?" And with that she walled off to the market district, where Atakcha waited. Soon, Doe spotted her and tapped her on the shoulder. "Scuze me, you Atakcha?"

 

[Cross]

There was a gun permit in Axel's wallet--but it was fake. Dressed in a black leather jacket zipped up to the collar, he hung in a alleyway. Gang signs, bubble letters, were his backdrop. A figure with too large a shape to be human lay on the ground curled in the fetal position. Axel inspected his new boots, dubious about Pride's grime rubbing off on him. A message alert popped up in his e-mail. One of three in his inbox from the same person. Or organization, whatever. Axel turned his wrist over to glance over his comm devise. The creature beside him lifted its head enough to grunt. Axel's green eyes remained flat as he read the material. He hung his head back.


"This is sucky. My life is sucky." Passing a hand over the back of his neck, Axel glanced around Prime. The neon lights seeped in from all directions. If only he could cruse around the bars and nightclubs forever. Axel strode into the street. His pace was casual. The locals would celebrate after he left. Especially the kid--that wannabe thug--inheriting all of his business. Working for the government would certainly be an experience at least.


Axel went to the shuttle station and paid for a ride to the lower part of town. He had his forehead against the window when his comm pinged again. A bartender contact sent him a message about a Guerran getting into a brawl. Which wasn't exactly as relevant as it was interesting. "The world ain't getting any saner." He muttered and slumped his forehead back down.


After several minutes, the shuttle stopped. Axel stepped outside holding his wrist out, checking for the coordinates of what's--her--face's--ship.

 

[hEMbo]

((guys you dont HAVE to meet doe in the slum, could we have someone meet her in the rich district?))

 

[Uncultured]

The Hammer of Rylox shuddered with a slight vibration as it docked with the massive space station. While the members of other races would not have been able to pick up the subtle noise of the gravitational attachment that had latched onto the ship, Piekkuri's sensitive ears picked up the quiet buzzing that the gravitational connectors made. As the Vardan studied the odd noise, the large vessel was slowly towed into the dock of the station. The vessel that Piekkuri found himself upon was a heavy ordinance bombardier and frigate killer, it was an impressive vessel to say the least, and for the past week and a half, Piekkuri had been within the ships bowels, preparing himself for the mission he had been sent to do. The ship itself was a dreadnought class warship that was as dangerous as it was massive, and the thick plates of armor that protected the interior of the vessel only parted at points to reveal large weapons of various function and destructive capabilities, and this particular vessel, The Hammer of Rylox, or simply The Rylox for short, was a veteran of many battles and an ancient relic of Vardan space travel and warfare that had been in service for over one hundred years. It's nickname was the Rock as it's armor was nigh impregnable and the ship was known for it's durability, often being called upon to take fire for weaker vessels.


As Piekkuri mulled over his thoughts, the ship finally docked with the space station, sending a jolt through the craft as the inertia of the vessel came to an abrupt halt. As the capital ship came to a halt and as the docking clamps attached, Piekkuri stepped towards his personal vessel, opening the entry of the ship with a tap of his controller that was located on his wrist. Instead of going through the ship to ship airlock like most would have, he was taking his fighter and personal shuttle into the station. He, nor his leaders had a direct timetable for his return and he would need a way to return home after the mission came to a conclusion and his hyperspace capable craft would serve well enough, although it's lack of amenities would prove uncomfortable during a long and drawn out trip.

His personal vessel, the Vorlorn, was a Corvette class cutter that made up for it's lack of armor with a large reserve of weaponry, the ship was a personal favorite of Piekkuri and he had used the vessel as his personal ship for several years. It had seen him through some tough times and it had saved his life on a couple of occasions during solo missions and he felt a wave of nostalgia as he stepped up the ramp that had extended from the side of the ship.


"Piekkuri, before you leave, one final word" said the ship captain loudly from the doorway of the shuttle bay. "Captain Moka, expecting you I wasn't, a surprise to see you before my send off" said the Vardan in his native tongue, the words flowing out of the mouth of the feline humanoid like water in a stream. "Before you leave, one thing I have for you" said the captain with a slight smile upon his face. Piekkuri stepped down from the ramp and walked towards the ship captain. The captain himself was an old Vardan with a nasty web of scars around what had once been his right eye. Unlike many, the captain opted against using an eye patch and instead, a patch of bald and knotted skin had formed where his ginger fur and eye had once been. His remaining eye was fiery and displayed strength and even in his old age the captain of the Rylox was not a man to instigate with, there was a reason he was the captain of one of the oldest and most valued ships in the fleet, he was a brilliant tactician and a fearless leader who inspired those he led with his determination and passion for his craft, and Piekkuri respected the old Vardan for it. "Captain Moka, a gift is unnecessary, your hospitality has been enough" said Piekkuri, once again, speaking in his native language. "Nonsense" said the captain with a slight smirk, with his left hand he motioned in the air. From the large doorway that the captain had emerged from just moments ago, the captain's first mate emerged, the first mate was not empty handed though, within his grasp was a sheathed blade. The sheath was a glossy black and the intricacy of the handle suggested fine and expensive craftsmanship, in one word, the appearance of the sheath and handle were beautiful to the eyes of Piekkuri. "Captain, a fine make this blade possesses" said Piekkuri with childlike wonder in his tone. "From Varda this blade has come, a relic of older and better days, it's make, that of the thousand fold" said the captain with pride in his tone. His first mate spun the sheathed blade within his grip so that the handle was facing Piekkuri, and in return to the gesture, Piekkuri removed the blade from the sheath. The blade was an old model of viblade, the blade vibrated at a high rate and as a result it cut though things that other blades could not dream of, the weapons were extremely lethal and although the technology had emerged several centuries ago, the weapons were still used widely by Vardan swordsmen and soldiers. The sword itself was a dark grey steel that towed the line between grey and black and the shine of the blade reflected the bright lights that hung in strips from the ceiling.


"Honored to have this blade I am, a gift of renowned origin this truly is my friend" said Piekkuri. "This blade, three centuries old it is" said the first mate through a mouth of unusually large fangs. The first mate had a pitch black coat and deep green eyes, by Vardan standards the first mate was a physical specimen, but there was something odd about his mannerisms, something that Piekkuri couldn't place. "A thousand blessing upon you both and upon this vessel as well, on my way I must be" said Piekkuri. The captain of the ship extended his hand and Piekkuri met the gesture, shaking his hand with strength and respect before doing the same with his first mate. Piekkuri re sheathed the blade, and bowed his head slightly before turning and making his way into his ship.


Piekkuri turned the vessels main systems on as he strapped himself into his seat. The heads up display came to life and the Vardan quickly checked several readings and numbers pertaining to the viability of the ships systems. After going through the pre-takeoff flight routines, Piekkuri checked the controls again, checking the controls was merely a force of habit as the controls were familiar to him and it was second nature at this point for him. Piekkuri then activated the thrust generators and the anti gravity systems causing the vessel to rise from the deck of the capital ship's dock. After the ship rose from the metal deck, Piekkuri moved the ship forward and within a couple of seconds, the Vorlorn was outside of the shielding of the docks and the ship was in it's natural habitat within the vacuum of space. After a couple of minutes of tight turns and maneuvers, the Vorlorn slipped into one of the internal docks for small and mid sized vessels.


Piekkuri's ship came to rest upon the deck of the crowded docking station among dozens of other vessels. The dock was synonymous for the rest of the massive space station as it was truly a massive area that stretched on for at least a mile in each direction. One thing that couldn't be said about Pride was that it wasn't a diverse place, many of the ships surrounding the Vardan's vessel were produced by unfamiliar races and they had widely varying build styles and ships of all purposes could be found in the dock, some were obviously vessels of war and others were personal shuttles while some were cargo ships or stealth vessels. Along with the stationary ships and the constantly docking and un-docking vessels, dozens of mechanics, pilots, workers, passengers and robots milled about within the massive docking station and Pekkuri was happy to see several fellow Vardans as they went about their business, at least he wouldn't be the only of his kind within the station. After unlatching himself from his seat, shutting down his controls, and taking his weaponry and armor along with his robotic pack mule who carried his things, he made his way down the now opened ramp and into the station. He had to meet the captain of the venture he was going to undertake, but first he had to pay for parking.


(OOC) - What Piekkuri is wearing - His robot is carrying his armor, weapons, ammo, clothes etc.

 

[Felicity]

A sigh escaped Atak as her head darted around to see the face that of Captain Doe. Her eyebrow raised and her lips held a smirk as she rose up from her perch. "Ah, Captain Doe... it is a pleasure to meet you." She paused, looking her up and down, seeing a strong, commanding woman who no doubt, could lead a team, who could even quite possibly lead her. Everyone who knew Atak knew that the only people she liked were few and far between, but regardless of simply liking someone, she was part of a group now, and had to act like it. Atak's voice had a deep tone to it, though it was silky, not husky, a certain melodic seduction to it. She shifted about, her hip cocked to one side. "Well... lets get to it..."


Atak was not like some of the others, who came from a military background. No, Atak wasn't affiliated with any military or any government, however she was renowned for her skills and apparently she was useful to Doe and some form of Human government from Earth or some colony, as she was sitting here in a commercial district getting ready to take off in the woman's ship. That and it was safe to say that she wanted to escape some things from her past.

 

[hEMbo]

Doe looked her over and was surprised at how pretty she was, face to face. She didn't look like she was meant for a ship like The Pandora. It was obvious she wasn't a soldier, and Doe wasn't sure how she felt about that. She'd never needed a tech specialist before but who knew, she might prove useful.


"Yeah, you can head to the ship now if you like, or you could stroll around, we will be staying here for a couple more hours." Doe got out another chip, "Here, this will give you security access onto the ship. Its in the main port, big sentinel ship, you can't miss it. If you'll excuse me, I have to find an Axel Grishiam." She handed her the chip, gave her a casual salut, and walked away.


She went back to her cab and when it asked she told it to take her to where she would meet her information broker. She was a little weary of this character. He had a bad rep. But he had good contacts, and she could use his help. When she arrived to took a little bit of searching to find him, as he was lost in the crowd.


"Grishiam?" She said loudly over the static. She noted that he looked a little young to have so many contacts.

 

[Cross]

Axel glanced up from his comm with wariness. Getting called out on the street never ended well. A woman he recognized only from second hand sources was coming his way. Roslyn Doe. A smile reeking of satisfaction settled across Axel's face. "I went out to find the lady, but it was the lady who found me." A handful of people were still staring in their direction. The name Grishiam still echoing in their ears. This commander was already giving him trouble. "Howdy. Name's Axel." Unlike hers, his voice was a reasonable volume. Axel offered Doe a handshake on reflex. "I guess we're going to be partnering for a while."


Axel stepped back and slid his pinkie finger into his ear. Giving the city a last, assessing look he frowned. The details of the mission were vague, but Axel knew all he cared to know. "Straight up I hate insects. Pesticides probably wouldn't work on an alien species or I would haul up on them." Axel gave her a sidelong look. "If you need anything for the mission, drop a line. I got you covered."

 

[hEMbo]

Doe was taken by his stylish personality, but a little concerned by his words. She furrowed her brow and laughed at the same time as she shook his hand. "I won't need to drop you a line because you're coming with us. You know this right?" She could imagine it now: aliens board the ship and Axel runs into his closet to hide. She suppressed a laugh. Coward or not, he would be much more useful on the ship than a quadrent away.

 

[Aratani]

[QUOTE="Grace Pavilion]((Sorry, little nit pickey, but K'Taza would not be able to just wander onto the ship. xD ))

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((He went into the Pride, the planet/space thing // I haven't figured out what it is //, not the Pandora itself. I don't see why he wouldn't be able to, as all other aliens...did :tongue)

 

[yistae]

Stepping off a shuttle, Shawn looked around the port, noting what types of ships were docked and briefly wondering if the one he'd be piloting was somewhere. Probably not, but still. He shouldered his backpack and started walking down the dock towards a nicer bar, not really wanting to be noticed in the more scummy places before his job. Plus he had some money to blow before he headed out and the currency became useless. Walking into the nearest bar, he took a seat at the counter and tapped his fingers twice, calling the bartender over. "Whatever's good," he said, giving her a charming smile. She returned the smile and set something in front of him, and he inwardly made a face at the bright blue drink. Still, he set all that he had on the bar top and took a sip. Sighing, he was just glad his mouth didn't dissolve, and stared blankly ahead, waiting for a message to come so he could leave.


((Short post is short. Wasn't sure how to start ))

 

[hEMbo]

((He went into the Pride, the planet/space thing // I haven't figured out what it is //, not the Pandora itself. I don't see why he wouldn't be able to, as all other aliens...did :tongue)

((Oh I am so sorry, I thought you were talking about Pandora. I'm such a douche))

 

[Cross]

"We won't be in the city forever." Axel said matter-of-factly. His gaze was drawn to the hydrogen lights. The bunks in her ship were probably like planks compared to the one in his hotel room. "Things get a little harder to come by in deep space." He paused to scrummage through his jacket pockets. Axel pulled a slip of paper out. There was a line of numbers on the side. His card, or one of them. The name on it wasn't Axel. "Give me a buzz when everything's good to go." He said. "I gotta say farewell to Pride one last time before blastoff." He flickered the card to her.


"Don't ask who Terence is." Axel said. "It was my next alias before I got this job." He gave Roslyn a two-fingered salute. "Ring me if you get helplessly lost. Pride's a big place." Axel started walking at a casual pace. "Don't trust strangers!" He called after her for good measure.

 

[Uncultured]

The Vardan sat down in the outside seating section of one of the cafes that littered the wealthy district, the engineered atmosphere of the station was suited for humans and it was a tad bit too warm for the fur covered foreigner, but he pushed the thoughts of his discomfort from his mind and focused on the beverage he was about to consume. Piekkuri had ordered a human drink that was called coffee, a delicacy that was rarely found in Vardan space and whenever he found himself within human controlled space or near the boarder of human controlled space, the Vardan often enjoyed a cup or two of the exotic brew. To add to his growing feeling of foreignness, there were only a couple other non humans within the visible area and the Vardan could not contain the suspicious glances that he snuck towards the humans. Many humans were dishonorable and far too many prided odd things, in a sense they were a lower level of sentient being. They were too physical in their desires, perhaps it was a remnant of their ape ancestry, but they were motivated by greed and lust far too often to be trusted. Only a small percentage of the teeming hordes of humans ever focused on spiritual or intellectual pursuits and as for the rest of them, far too many fell into odd deviations that included sexual perversion and drug abuse. Piekkuri thought to himself how odd human society was and how odd humans were in general, how loose their words were, how pathetic some of their desires were. The human condition was an odd thing, even humans knew that humanity was a broken mess, and they did nothing to change it, perhaps it was a result of the lack of a common front within the human race. While Vardans were one unified front, humans still bickered and fought over small issues and this reality was reflected within the "human empire". In truth it was a broken and fractured hegemony that had delved into civil war on several occasions. Some humans had merit though, certain strains of humanity were honorable, loyal, decent, but far too many were degenerates.


Piekkuri's robotic butler stood adjacent to his table and the two stuck out like a sore thumb among the humans that sat in the cafe, several humans cast weary glances towards the Vardan and his luggage carrier. One couple in particular was making a stream of comments, several of which were comparing Piekkuri to Earth's domesticated cats. The Vardan swallowed his pride and grimaced as he held back the urge to confront the human couple that had now begun to laugh together as a result of the house cat comparison. Piekkuri knew that he had a job to do, and to start problems with ignorant locals was the last thing on his agenda. Piekkuri closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, centering his inner spiritual energy with his hands. As he did so he felt his inner tension dissipate as his energy realigned within his body. As he did so the human couple began to laugh riotously, he could hear the male homosapien make a comment on the Vardan's meditative action, and as he did so, Piekkuri decided against self control, he wouldn't kill the man, or even severely wound him, such an action would be far too extreme, but the ignorant human clearly needed a lesson on Vardan military tradition, and a solid beating was in order. Piekkuri opened his eyes and shot a vicious glare towards the man at the table, his mate's eyes widened in surprise and in contrast to the woman, the corner of the man's mouth molted into a slight smirk. Piekkuri stood from the table, and with his enhanced reflexes he quickly made up the distance between himself and the human couple.


The man quickly rose from his seat in response to the hostile action made by the Vardan warrior,and as the man did so he clumsily knocked over his chair, drawing the eyes of the other customers towards the coming conflict. Piekkuri figured, and correctly so, that the couple didn't know that he could speak common human English when they were commenting on him, but they were dead wrong, the Vardan were known for their aptitude for language retention and it wasn't uncommon to meet a Vardan that knew nine or ten languages, and Piekkuri was no exception and he himself knew eleven languages along with his original tongue. As Piekkuri closed the distance between himself and the evolved ape, the man stepped towards Piekkuri and threw a sloppy and potentially devastating hay maker, one that the Vardan easily evaded with his feline reflexes. Piekkuri was outmatched in terms of size alone as the man stood at an imposing 6'3" to Piekkuri's 5'10", but it mattered little. As the Vardan warrior ducked under the haymaker he took advantage of the opening within the center of the man's guard. With one swift motion he brought his open palm upward into the throat of the man. Piekkure felt the man's throat close upon impact, and as he staggered back, the Vardan leaped atop a nearby chair, landing atop the seat with one leg, in one smooth motion Piekkuri jumped from the chair and used an improvised spinning aerial movement to put inertia into a devastating roundhouse kick that impacted the staggering man in the back of the head. The man's backward momentum was now put in reverse and he fell forward, knocked out cold within the broken table that he now lay in the middle of. The entire exchange took under four seconds. For a human, the movements probably seemed to be out of an action movie, but for a Vardan warrior, such speed was an expectation, not an exception.


The female mate knelt by her partner's side with worry upon her face, it wasn't needed though, aside from a mild concussion and a bruised pride, the man would be in perfect health. The woman looked up to confront the Vardan verbally, but instead of seeing his figure behind her, she now only saw air and the displaced chair that he had used to execute his spin kick. The stealthy Vardan had already slipped away from the scene, and furthermore, his coffee mug was gone and a tip had been left, it was just enough to buy a new table.


As several security force members collapsed upon the scene at the cafe, Piekkuri made his way through several alleyways while sipping down the remaining coffee, the taste was excellent and the rare drink boosted his already elated mood, as nothing satisfied the warrior more than a well executed fight. The warrior centered his energy once more, this time fully expelling the negative emotion within his body, he needed to calm himself and the adrenaline coursing through his body wasn't helping the situation. Piekkuri would soon be entering the upper district which was where he was supposed to meet his contact and he had to be in a vardonable state of mind to deal with her. To be commanded by a human was distasteful, but a human woman, that was an affront to Piekkuri's honor, he would have to be able to conceal his annoyance with the situation and to do so he needed to be level headed, and as a result of that need he took several deep breaths to calm himself further as he officially entered the upper district from the middle one he had been in previously. The one thing that the warrior could take solace in was the fact that the woman had some experience in the field, but at the end of the day, she was still a human, susceptible to bribery and flattery, he would need to be on his toes for this mission, none of the humans could be trusted and as far as he was told, there were several humans aboard the vessel that he would have to deal with, a prospect that seemed as annoying as it did dangerous for the Vardan warrior.

 

[hEMbo]

(( I love the way you write @HunterJJ, please write a novel someday so that everyone can enjoy it.))


"Wait!"she called to him. Roslyn pulled a chip out of her pocket. "You'll need this if you want to get onto my ship." she tossed it to him and turned away, "Oh and thanks for the advice." she said over her shoulder. She liked Axel, and she knew working with him would be a joy, some people were just much to serious about everything. Doe was stopped mid-thought with the re-realization that the whole galaxy could be destroyed by weird insect things. Maybe that required a little seriousness.


Doe made her way back to the cab and told the computer to go to the rich districts, where Piekkuri would be waiting. She had heard of him, and honestly... she didn't like most of what she heard. Obviously the Vardan were excellent fighters, legendary, really. Piekkuri, however, was rather... Misanthropic. He disliked humans, or so she heard. Also Vardans were extremely patriarchal. She predicted he would not like serving under a human woman. Maybe she was wrong though, maybe all the rumors were simply that. Either way, she decided she was going to take a different approach to Piekkuri. To show him that she was just a good as any male Vardan commander. So as the cab slowed to a halt and the doors opened, she practiced what she would say. She sat at a table in the back of the restaurant where they were supposed to meet. She drank a water and sat up strait as a pencil. Her team's opinion and amount of respect for her mattered greatly to Doe.