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  • In order for you to be the hero to some, you have to be a villain to others...Sometimes, bad things are done with good intentions.
    H.R.P. Oraclianna


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    The young woman continued watching Miss Adara and her friends, blinking her shimmering eyes once as she adjusted the hood on her head a bit, keeping it out of her way. it wouldn't be long until she adjusted her entire outfit while sitting in the tree. it wouldn't be long until her attention was taken by someone leaving Adara and her small group of friends. He appeared to be very strange looking, oh the fun that will be had trying to figure out what he is. Something so simple for someone like her kind.


    It wouldn't be long until the person had noticed her and started speaking with her. Asking questions and whatnot. it would be rude to not answer the person, so why not speak up. But saying what she needed would be a little hard to do. "Well, aren't you a little sweetheart. You can say that I am waiting for someone. But it would be hard to explain who I am waiting for." She said with a smile before placing a hand on the branch she sat on. With a simple push, the small woman leaned forward and drifted to the ground, slowly, and landed on her feet with grace, keeping the hood over her head. Before she could speak up, her attention was taken by the sounds of ships in the sky. Her eyes merely looked upward before blinking once.


    A smile spread on her face, her hands going behind her back, "Right on time~" She murmured under her breath. "It seems friends of Miss Adara are here, I do hope she knows they are coming, it would be very awkward if she didn't know." The female said with a sing-along voice. The A'Thera female would then look towards the male, "You can call me Orri, I just recently came to this planet. What about yourself, are you a refugee?" She asked with just a hint of an Arcadian dialect.


 
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Rather than being approached by the trapper, Alexei was neared by Alika. The elf maiden was dropping from higher to lower branches, and soon she would reach the ground. When at last the small framed female slipped quietly to the ground she stood there a long moment as she watched the being before her. Was he... helping the spirits? This was unusual.


The sight of the Nureal being released was enough for the elf to lower her guard, and a smile came to her lips. "You helped them?" she asked aloud, suddenly making her silent presence known from behind the hulking figure where she stood.


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Roanoke remained silent in the restaurant. Like most nature spirits the creature could speak in the human tongue circulating about the table, but nature spirits chose not to let others hear their speech. It would have to be a very trusted person for Roan to speak aloud with. Instead, the tiny coon spirit busied himself by looking around the restaurant; they were being too slow to feed him.


Above them in the restaurant was a sort of glass ceiling, and now as Toriel's ship appeared in the sky most people dining had stopped to watch the ship float by. Now Roanoke saw an opportunity as his eyes landed on a rolling cart that was sitting next to a nearby table. On top of the cart was a big, perfect cake.


In a matter of seconds Roan hopped from his seat to the tray, landing on its edge and catching himself with his feet. He dug into the cake with his hands, stuffing his face with handfuls at a time and getting icing all over himself and the cart and...around the cart in the process. It was likely bystanders who might have been paying him attention were surprised by how much cake the small critter could consume so quickly.


He was almost finished with the entire cake when he was discovered by the wrong person: the chef.


"MY CAKE!" He yelled, causing Roan to pause and look up from his cake eating. The chef was pointing at him with a butcher knife, but it did not alarm Roan who simply collected the rest of the cake in his hands and stuffed his mouth, leaving his cheeks rounded and full. He then hopped away from the cart and took off, being chased by the chef thereafter. Roanoke's little feet and hands left cake prints everywhere he touched.


Roan made a dash to their table the hopped onto the tabletop. The sticky nature spirit scaled Kagin right as the chef reached their table, attempting to escape by perching himself upon the beasts shoulder; surely this big creature could handle the angry baker, reasoned the raccoon spirit.


The baker approached the table and he was fuming. "Is this monstrosity yours? Someone will have to pay for that cake!" he yaked.


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@Cheshire Grin


"Negative, Ms. Orri. I am the commanding officer of the first company, JSTs, of the Grand Republic." He responded casually, as if it wasn't a big deal. "Tell me, Why were you observing Councilor Adara and those Consortium penny pinchers?" he inquired removing his helmet once again, as to not seem rude. His face like most of the members of Alpha, looked young, yet held several deep scars. Yet despite the youthful appearance, his eyes looked to have held centuries of wisdom, and seen horrors not many are privy to see.


Following her gaze, he spotted the massive fleet that had appeared above their heads. Nervousness flooded his emotions for but a split second before his decades of training took over, forcing a cool calm. A potential ally... the homeless people...he thought with pitty. Perhaps he would speak with Ambassador Raakel about aiding them in construction of a colony. Perhaps bring them into the fold. Their technology is on par with the republic's, so it only makes sense to absorb them for the betterment of both their peoples.
 
The sound of a voice nearby was enough for Alexei to draw his pistol, and swerve around to the source. The pistol began to ignite and light itself aflame.. But this was its intended purpose. It was an incendiary pistol, meant for lighting enemies on fire. His helmet scanned for lifeforms, for his own eyes hadn't spotted Alika on their own. The helmet detected her heat signiatures, and Alexei, seeing it was an Elf, lowered his guard with a heavy sigh, and sheathed the pistol. Had he actually fired.. there could have been dire consequences.


He looked the Elf over at least twice. Having never met an Elf, Alexei had chosen to believe what ever stereotype was placed in front of him about them. Currently, that racked up to "Elves were tree hugging hippies that ate children, were harshly xenophobic, had intense archery prowess along with talent for magic." but now that he was face to face with one.. he wondered how many of those stereotypes would hold water.


Unable to respond with his voice, Alexei nodded to Alika. Yes, he had helped the Nureal. Trapping sentient life like that was illegal. All forms of trafficking were illegal. Mentally though... Alexei just wanted his good karma for the day. How would this Elf respond to a nod of the head?
 
Adara would not respond, but would merely glance up. Floating down, in a strange aura-like sphere, three individuals were coming down. Across the city, various other groups, of varying size, were dropping down as well. Falling to their feet, the three they saw began to walk over. Two of them were dressed in the latest MK. II Hell-fire armor variant. It had only JUST gotten to the market place, and none had been able to replicate it, so the Specters were controlling the armor market so far. However, the person in front wore something even more special: The experimental MK.III variant, which was still a closely guarded secret. It's design signified that it was still being heavily modified, and constantly edited.


Clearly the work of a Master Technologist.


Adara walked over towards the apparent leader, shaking her head. Her grin, however, said different things. "You crazy little bitch.....always coming up with new ways to make an entrance....It's good to see you, Troy."


The person behind the helmet would cock their head to the side, before pressing a button on their neck. The helmet would slide, bend, and morph into a neck brace, revealing the woman underneath. Her long hair covered most of her face, but her yellow-gold eyes and scars were still visible. She also had a large smile on her face. "-and you as well....dear cousin."She said.


The two would embrace. Both held deep connections to one another: They remembered the days when the alliance still existed, they both fought in the war to bring back stability, and both had survived the fall of the alliance together. Their bond was their greatest strength. Troy would never abandon Adara, and Adara wouldn't abandon her either.





Adara would move away from the Embrace, before raising an eyebrow. "So how exactly did you float down here? Don't you normally use EVA packs or Drop ships?"She asked, honestly curious.





Troy would just grin. "Please, Adara. You know the most common thing for a scientist is to find creative solutions to different issues.....let me introduce my latest invention. "She said, before holding up a small device. It was about the size of a rubix cube, and hummed with a strange power. "The experimental Model-24 Gravity Manipulation Generator. Creates a small AOE which alters the gravity, either making you lighter or heavier. It's still in the testing stages now, but with luck, we'll soon has this device in widespread use: This could reduce risk on zero gravity astroids, or for various other tasks. This could also cut fuel consumption down by one-third!" She said. The demand for a gravity manipulation device, even on a small scale such as the one she had, was astronomical: It was priceless.


One of the biggest issues many people had with the Specters, is that they kept the best of their technology to themselves. Things that could help the rest of the planes (or make one hell of a profit) they kept among their own people. Due to their military training at a young age, and virtual dependency on the L.S. Fleet, No-one had the strength to push the issue, and Corruption in their ranks was nearly nonexistent. This prevented information and technology leaks, and the only way to actually get their hands on it, they either had to be trusted allies or had to steal it.


Allies didn't share it without expressed permission, and thieves were hunted down, and killed quickly. They were VERY protective of their technology. An example was when a Consortium Smuggler ring tried to get their hands on experimental weapons created by the Munitions development fleet. The Ring was hunted down to the last, and each member was quickly executed.


Another issue was how 'fast' they were developing it. Due to no allegiance, and thus no reason or moral basis to limit technological development, they were advancing. Fast. Very fast, as a matter of fact. But some were worried they were advancing 'too' fast.
 
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Laction: The Ashen Phoenix Pub, Planet Sabhado





Eleyna sat with the remainder of Alpha, in the back corner of the Custodian Pub, The Ashen Phoenix with a large mug in hand enjoying the quiet murmurs of conversation amongst the other patrons with her brothers and sisters in Alpha. Garbed in casual custodian clothes, she and the others waited for their Major.


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The silence was soon broken, when one of the irregular patrons approached the table of hardened soldiers, clearly drunk off his ass. The smell of booze wafted off of him, giving further evidence against his case. "Heyyy... Why don'tchu be a good cat, and sit on mah lahp..." he slurred, clearly unsteady on his feet if his constant swaying was anything to go by. The rest of Alpha looked to their captain, to see her smiling sweetly at the drunkard. The squad knew better, as they could see the murder in her eyes being held at bay by years of self restraint. The drunken human turned back to his buddies smiling like an idiot as she stood up and placed her arm around him. Im a brief moment, followed by a growl and the sound of the man's face impacting the table repeatedly, followed by a final thump as his unconcious form slumped to the floor.


Without looking at the rest of her squad, she straightened up and recomposed herself. "Lief, Caesar, would you two please remove this piece of shit from this pub?" She asked sweetly, followed by delivering a kick to the man's stomach. Without so much as a word, the two squadmates stood and dragged his out of the establishment, tossing him out onto the hot sidewalk outside. "Does anyone else wish to try and pick me up?" She asked, wearing a sour face, before returning to her seat and finishing off her mug of Felinaesian stout, only to have it replaced by another. Things soon went back to normal after a few minutes. Conversations picked up, and pipe smoke filled the air, giving the foreigners a sense of home.


After a while, an old tune filled the homey air of the pup. An old human song, that many of the place had taken to real quick.


"I bang on the door but you won't let me in,


'cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin.


Locked all the doors from the front to the back,


And left me a note telling me I should pack.


I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer,


They order me up a whiskey and beer.


You ask me why I'm writing this poem,


Some call it a tavern but I call it home."


Soon the rest of the pub joined in on the chorus. Even Eleyna and Alpha joined in on the merriment.


"Fuck you, I'm drunk


Fuck you, I'm drunk


Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk.


Fuck you, I'm drunk


Fuck you, I'm drunk


And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!"
 



Adara didn't seem to make much of an effort to answer - her eyes followed the ships above, her expression seemingly distant. Kagin gave a short sigh and folded his arms, turning his attention back to his plate. So much for making a joke. Anthony in the seat next to him had given a short sigh and cough before excusing himself, shooting Kagin a look of irritation over his shoulder before leaving.


He turned his head to follow Adara once again.


... Toriel.


He gave another sigh. He hadn't met her personally before - but he'd been frequently enough escort to Consortium traders who DID meet with her personally ... to little effect. Meanwhile, he and whatever of Toriel's own personal guard would usually indulge in stare-downs across the negotiating table. Now ... her personal escort he could stand. That part was just a game. But she herself ... there was something particularly disconcerting about the way she looked at him. And as the woman of the hour approached to hug it out, he made sure to turn his attention elsewhere.


Kagin's eyes snapped up as a fluffy blur flashed around the corner - darting and dashing, low to the floor. As it got nearer he recognized it - the exact thing he was supposed to be keeping an eye on.


It leaped onto the table. Kagin searched immediately for the faintest sign of danger, but there didn't seem to be anything of theat in the creature's hands. He sat calm and still, curiously watching as the nature spirit scarpered toward him and - for whatever reason - jumped onto his shoulder.


His expression of calm curiosity hadn't changed - perhaps appearing as if he had expected this turn of events. In reality, his thoughts had halted as he tried to process why in the world a fluffy little creature would get so-


A flash - gleaming steel. Reflex kicked - he leaped to his feet and his arm jumped up, straight and outright, hand drawn back. It skidded around the corner - a knife in hand.


"Is this monstrosi-"


"Take two more steps and I will kill you where you stand."


Each word snapped together sharply, loud but calm and chained to a long, low growling. The claws were out - lips drawn halfway into a monstrous snarl, fangs bared and ears pinned back.


What quickly turned out to be a chef stopped dead in his tracks, immediately backtracking a step.


... a chef. A simple chef.


Kagin blinked heavily, his ears quickly perking upright again as his growl died out. Just a chef. No attacker. No assassin. Just a fucking chef.


Settle ... He drew a long breath to steady himself.


... with irritation and just a touch of embarrassment, he noticed he had drawn .... a great deal of attention. And coming to his senses, he found he'd taken hold of the back of the nature spirit's clothing to keep him steady and had turned that shoulder away from the chef, shielding the creature behind his head from the would-be assailant. Old habits.


Utensils and plates had fallen silent and chatter had shushed. Eyes were on him.


"... son of a bitch ... I just can't catch a break today ..." He sighed the longest sigh he'd known all day and collapsed back into his seat, releasing his hold on the nature spirit as he landed. He cast the chef a glower and folded his arms, his eyes flicking from the knife in the man's hand to the messy pawprints trailing across the table. It clicked together. "You'll have to forgive that," he began after a moment of thought, "I have a distinct kneejerk reaction to people rushing toward me with knives. Comes with the territory, so to speak." He brushed a smear of cake on the tabletop with a claw, then brought it to his face for inspection. Well - he had already volunteered to pay for Adara. Might as well go all out. "You have my apologies. Please addend any damages and disruptions to my bill."





He grumbled beneath his breath and hung his head as the chef turned away. When chatter slowly began rising again, he turned his head toward the nature spirit on his shoulder and brought one claw up, gently tapping its nose with the rounded broad side. "You owe me for that, budd-"


He quickly brought his head up again and swiveled his head to face the councilor and Admiral. He'd forgotten his company.





"... fuck."


And he had wondered why Arcturus wouldn't give him that promotion ...








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A woman slowly walked through the outside crowds of people her head down as she walked. looking for a place to stay while also kinda sight seeing sje finnaly layed eyes onto a pub with a sign that said the ashen phoinex in the city. A black cloak covering her as she looked around doing her best to hide her horns and bright golden and white clothing. She had no idea where she was, all she knew was.... Wha happene before her sleep. The haunting memories of her past and now waking up in this time on a strange planet. Now she was here at this pub. Slowly she went to a small empty table and sat down slowly without a word. She wanted to stay hidden but was unknowingly rather noticeable.


Halith sighed a little relaxing in the seat. She needed a place to stay because she had been moving for a week now, she wanted to get out of her clothing and rest. But she didnt know were to go or what the money looked like so she couldn't buy a room. "Why must this happen." She whispered before she saw the manager and quickly got up going to him. "Sir what's the date?" She asked desperately hopping it wasnt long since she was out to sleep so she could maybe save her people. All the manager did was look at her and chuckle before walking away making her sigh as her head went down a little as she sighed exhausted and wishing people were nicer here


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Unbeknownst to the newcomer, Eleyna and the rest of Alpha had their eyes on her and could tell that she wa out of sorts. "Koneko, give me a reading on her" Eleyna said to the only human in their squad. A woman of japanese descent, she had been with them for ten years after the annexation of her homeworld Ceres. Said member nodded and pulled out a small data slate and scanned the newcomer.


"Nothing captain... Completely unknown to our database." She replied in slight shock, a small smile forming on Eleyna's face. Watching the woman call over the manager to ask what year it was only to be blown off was the opening she needed to initiate "first contact". Getting up from her seat, the felinae captain approached the alien.


"Don't mind Artulius, he can be a bit of an asshole." she said, making sure the owner heard her. the only response was his laughter telling her and the others he heard her. "To answer your rudely ignored question, The year is 2567 Terran Standard, 4268 Custodian Standard." she added with a smile. She then extended her hand in greeting. "The Name's Eleyna, Eleyna Aurel. Captain of the Sixth legion, First company JSTs, Alpha Squad. You don't look like you're from around here. Why don't you join me and my brothers and sisters? You look like you could use the company"


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Halith kinda flinched when a woman approached and suddenly


Spoke making her eyes turn to her through the cloth of the hold before she said the date nearly making halith fall in shock. "N-no that can't be right..... What's the true universal star date?" She asked her in a tone of worry and desperateness, these dates she had been told had to be wrong they had to be dates set by a race that didnt follow the star calendar as her kind did. But if it wre true it meant she had been asleep for a million years at least.... To late to save what was left of her kind.


Her breathing became slightly heavy at the thoughts as her knees nearly buckled once again. "I-I need to rest." She told


This woman that spoke to her. She completely ignored the question as she turned to the girl and looked her straight into the eyes with her bright golden eyes. "M-may I borrow some money for a room? Or borrow your room if you have one?" She asked immediately so she could have some privacy to speak to this woman more. She still was about to fall to her knees if the date was true but she kept on the golden heels of her clothing while waiting


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The Robot started down the alleyway, it's armor was rusted and it's movement was clunky.

The metallic (TING) echoed through the small alley , the footsteps could be heard slightly over the faint sound of chatter from a Pub.

A.I.Repair-Needed:True


Life-form(S) detected- WARNING, UNIT IN_NEED_OF_REPAIR- sent_S.O.S : TRUE


S.O.S_Successful_False

The robot slowly walked into the Pub , Freezing up as it's eyeless face mask 'stared' at the Contacts in front of it.

The group that stood out (Scanned)- Sixth Legion was also here.

The robot lifted the Machine-gun in it's right arm up from it's side , holding it with two hands in preparation of enemy contact.

(I'm sorry , this was slightly rushed and a little unfinished. I tried, but I got a 'brain-fart' half way through. xD )​



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Before Eleyna could respond, she and the rest of alpha spotted a rusted combat droid enter and raise it's weapon. "GET DOWN!" She barked grabbing Halith and throwing her to the floor before knocking the table over and using it as cover, The rest of alpha following suit as they drew their side arms. Today just kept getting interesting. "DROP YOUR WEAPON! ON THE GROUND NOW!" She barked along with the rest of alpha taking aim at the rusted chassis of the damaged AI. Eleyna was pissed. Not only was her conversation ruined, but her beer was knocked to the floor. this was gonna be one of those days.


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Halith yelled when she was thrown down the cloak flying off revealing her clothing, the shinning gold gleaming off the light as she cowered behind the table with the woman not carring that her royal clothing could be seen. She thought people would know what she was when they saw the clothing but she didnt know they had no idea what she was. "What's going on!" She yelled at the woman in fear as she cowered behind the table not wanting to be injured by whatever was going on


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The Damaged Robot tilted it's head , The A.I. was calculating what to do.

It slowly lowered the gun, the metal creaked loudly as it dropped to it's side.

The robot stood frozen as it watched the citizens, stepping forward slightly to regain it's balance.

CEASEFIRE_TRUE_


AMMO_NEEDED_YES.

The mechanical chime of the Systems inside the head could be heard , flowing through the soulless eyes of the droid's mask.

It slowly lifted its other hand in a friendly gesture of a wave.​



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Alika stepped back and first appeared alarmed when the pistol was pulled on her. The hair on her skin prickled out as she anticipated incineration, but she forced herself to remain calm. Now she stood as silently as he. She showed no signs of aggression, and only watched him as he scanned the area for her. Despite their closeness she was difficult to see given her botanical garments. When at last the man detected her presence, he sheathed his pistol. A rush of relief fell over the elf and she released a small sigh.


The elf herself was unarmed. She chose to scout the forests empty handed; it helped the nature spirits to trust her. She walked slightly past Alexei to the cage on the ground, starring upward slightly in the direction the nureal had ascended the air. She then turned back to Alexei, eyeing him intently with her dark, hershey hues. "They won't run if you're unarmed", she commented idly.


Still, the human did not respond. Alika did not instantly understand why that would be, but she already trusted the man given what he had just done. Once she figured the man was not going to answer her, she simply smiled and took a step in front of him. The tribal looking female bowed to him and rose, "My name is Alika. I saw your crash site. Are you injured? Do you require assistance?" Her eyes were still locked onto his, as if searching them for the answers. "Why don't you come with me to my campsite? It isn't far from here." She reached a hand out to him peacefully before beginning to walk in the direction of her campsite.


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The chef stumbled aback in surprise and fear at Kagin's threats. He fumbled for words, "a-alright, sir", he stuttered before hurrying away. It would likely be the last time he ever chased someone in his restaurant with a knife in hand.


Meanwhile Roan was grateful for Kagin's protection. The wolf-like being had instinctively shielded the boy from harm's way, and now Kagin returned to his seat. The boy's eyes widened when Kagin touched his nose, and Roan hopped off of his shoulder to stand at the edge of the table instead. The nature spirit was much more trusting of the torn.


He fidgeted where he stood; experiencing a sugar high due to the sheer amount of sugar he'd consumed. He scanned the table; there was a new guest at the table. Adara was hugging her, but little Roanoke had no idea who the person could be.
 
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It had been several hours since the Atlas, a small five-hundred metre long frigate had arrived in this system. Several smaller civilian ships seemed to stay away from the obviously military vessel. The white, black, and red-painted ship, the colours of the Damascus Technologies Corporation, was now in geosynchronous orbit over the mostly desert planet Sabhado. The ship itself bristled with weapons, with gun turrets and missile pods here and there. The planet had been designated as a 'dangerous' planet by the boys in the Joint Coalition of Independent Corporations, or the JCIC, for the large amout of pirate activity. Then again, the JCIC always sent fully armed warships to other planets, mostly as a show of power. The Atlas was one of the weaker ships, being nothing more than a Colorado-class heavy frigate, a far cry from the massive dozen-kilometre long warships built by the largest corporation on Sanction, the Damascus Technologies Corporation. The company was by no means clean, making illegal deals with various other companies on the planet.


But such is life on a planet run entirely by megacorporations.


A hatch on the underside of the ship seemed to slide open, and out came three three smaller bulky green craft. Each one had short and stubby wings that curved downwards like a predatory bird, and had several weapon emplacements on their undersides. They sped downwards and towards the sands of Sabhado's surface, their repulsor engines glowing blue in the vast empty void of space even as the illuminated surface of the planet reflected off the metallic green outer covering of each craft. The logo of the Damascus TechCorp was proudly displayed on the sides of each one, showing an eagle swooping down on some unsuspecting prey. The small ships sped downwards at several hundred kilometres per hour, each one penetrating through layers of clouds and making new ones as water cooled and condensed on the tops of the crafts, and evaporated and fizzled on the red-hot bellies of the beasts.


In the troop bay of the lead craft, Sergeant Marcus Barnes, leader of Dagger Squad, idly twirled around his pitch-black combat knife by blade and handle, its flow undisturbed even by the rocking of the DTT-154 Talon dropships as they dropped from high atmosphere, to low atmosphere, and finally to the planet's stratosphere, grains of sand bouncing off their hard metal skeletons and coats of paint. His grey-green eyes followed every movement his fingers and wrist made.


"Alright people, we'll be landing in approximately thirty seconds." The pilot of Talon Delta 556 informed his passengers through the ship's intercom. Sergeant Barnes looked up, tossed his knife, caught it, and placed it back into its sheath next to his neck. He slipped his helmet back on, concealing his dirty blonde hair and slight bit of stubble and stood up, his light tan armour jingling slightly. He raised his M512 Jackhammer Light Machine Gun and turned to address his squad.


"Squad! Listen up!" The eleven other soldiers of Dagger snapped out of their stupor and turned to him, some waking up and others still absently chewing gum. "When we land, it's probably gonna be a hell lotta sand. So remember, don't get any of it in the joints of your armour! Use the airwash function of your armour when needed! Got that?" He was answered by several bored 'yes sirs'. Barnes nodded and turned around as the Talon shook and hovered several feet off the ground of one of the local spaceports, kicking up a large amount of sand. Its ramp lowered, allowing rays of blistering sand to pour in. Not that Barnes would have noticed either way. His armour was air-condition and regulated. The Sergeant groaned as he took in the sights of the planet, not minding the other soldiers filing out of the Talons behind and next to Delta 556. "Ugh. What a fucking dustbowl." Barnes commented.


"Have fun down there, boys!" The pilot of the DTT-154 Talon dropship teased as he pulled on the steering yoke, taking the bulky craft upwards and through the clouds until it became nothing but a tiny speck, and even before it disappeared completely.
 
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@HighSanguinaryPriest


@Andraus


In order for you to be the hero to some, you have to be a villain to others...Sometimes, bad things are done with good intentions.
H.R.P. Oraclianna


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Oraclianna stood with the young male as she watched the ship hover as she shifted her eyes over towards the young male she was talking to, taking in all he was saying. Her eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on her face spreading a bit more before placing a hand on her hip. The thin red wires wiggled around as she crossed her arms. "Well, aren't you adorable."She said with a giggle in her tone. Her posture had changed greatly before she decided to answer his question. "I guess you can say, she and I have history. The others just happen to be around when I am watching. She doesn't really know I exist, but I know almost everything about her...and some interesting things about you." Oraclianna stated, placing one of her fingers on her bottom lip. Her attention was soon taken by Adara greeting the someone from the ship, another woman. She blinked once, her eyes shimmering a bit, moving almost like the hands on a clock.





'So Miss Troy has made it to her destination on time, not a second too late, I guess. Adara is going to be greeting her as always. Now, which timeline shall be taken?' Oracliana thought for a moment, tapping a nail on her tooth before looking towards, that smile never leaving her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name, Commander. You have mine, I would love to have yours~" The strange A'Thera female said, tilting her head to the side a bit as her legs crossed a bit.
 
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The mechanical being stepped forward, slowly setting it's arm down to it's side again in a slow robotic movement. The rusted metal screamed slightly as it did.

Panzer looked around the room frantically, its head quickly turning to any of the civilians that moved.

"System check: Repairs needed.

Unidentified contacts, Repair is needed for operation."

A metallic and unnatural voice rang from the mask, it was asking for assistance.

"Unknown contact, Leader_'_' is not attached to main files, Leader_host open for taking "

It was also offering to join a team, it's voice mod must not be working. Robots like these usually spoke all languages as to coordinate with strike teams.

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At all the Commotion, Troy would've been the first to draw her weapons, and aim at the new intruder. However, upon it's self disarm, and it's apparent damage, she took a step closer. Troy's eyes would light up as she examined the mechanical wonder. "I can't believe my eyes....This is a mechanized Panzer Elite Soldat Droid, the '101' model I think, designed by Dr. Richtofen. I didn't think there were any of these left, besides the one I have......and this thing has complete original armor-modifications...." Troy said, examining it, with eyes full of fascination.





Adara would lower her revolver, before looking towards Troy. "You have one of these things?"





"Well, yes, but the one I have is badly damaged. Missing arm, leg, and several ballistic fire damages. I am still trying to repair the A.I. core on it, and get it moving. It's back at the lab. " Troy said, before hearing the robot go off. She would then press a button on her temple, activating her logic co-processor.


"Hmm....Let me see if I can get this right...."She said, pressing a button, showing her the list of a few registered commands. "Mobile Combat Unit, standby for Registration. "She said, using the authoritative tone she had for her fleet members. " Name Registration- Toriel Conners. Species Registration- Specter. Rank classification- Admiral of the Fleet, Science and mechanical Officer. Planet Designation- Larvae Sanctaurii. Allegiance designation- Sanctaurii Military/ Separatist Federation. Instant Friend or Foe transponder- IFF Friendly. Current planet designation- Sabhado. Unit, you are in a non-combatant zone, danger level is low. Please confirm. "She said, as she took out a small box.


Getting on her knees next to the machine, she would press a button on the box, as a @Blitz @Collidias Rex @HighSanguinaryPriest @Daniel reaving
 
Sergeant Barnes' metallic boots left prints in the sand that was soon blown away as his squad trekked past the guarded checkpoints and out of the spaceports. He was greeted by the sight of product vendors taking shade from the harsh sun under tarps of fabric. Several temples and tall spires dotted the landscape behind. All made of stone. Such a strange place, Barnes thought. Still walking with his Jackhammer within arm's reach, he spoke. "Alright Echo, what're we looking for again?"


The space next to him suddenly came alive, and a spectral blue hooded figure wearing brilliant robes and glowing white eyes appeared. "Another People for the Freedom of Sanction cell, of course." When he spoke, there was an actual echo. Echo was an artificial intelligence construct that Barnes had been tasked to protect at all costs, being an advanced A.I. that could process trillions of thoughts per second. The People for the Freedom of Sanction was a renegade insurgent faction, whose ultimate goal was to free Sanction from the 'tyranny' of the 'corrupt' government, with bases not just on Sanction, but neighbouring planets too. Sabhado was the furthest they'd been so far. They had already hit small companies, factories, and business centres, killing not just their targets, but also hundreds of innocent people.


It was why they had to be eliminated, no, eradicated.





"Damn right." Barnes replied, his voice gruff and boiling with hatred. "Those assholes are responsible for crashing the economy five years ago. And they're betting bolder each day." Echo nodded in agreement. "Of course. According to my database the first safehouse is two klicks from here." Barnes nodded, and Echo disappeared. Several minutes of walking later, Dagger Squad eventually came to one of the stone buildings situated on a street, directly across a pub called the Ashen Phoenix. Dagger Squad took positions around the building's door, before placing some breaching charges on it. Barnes raised three fingers and counted down.


Three, two, one.





He depressed the trigger of the detonator, and the charges exploded, blowing and splintering the fragile wooden door inward. Dagger rushed in, taking those inside by complete surprise. Barnes smashed in the head of an insurgent with the butt of his LMG, before raising it and sweeping the first floor, spraying everyone inside with red-hot .62 caliber rounds. "Clear!" Two Dagger members rushed up the stairs and tossed a flashbang, blinding an insurgent. The disoriented man was blown away by a shotgun-wielding soldier. Barnes followed through, throwing an E31 fragmentation grenade. It bounced off the door to one of the upstairs rooms and went inside. It detonated, sending the remains, namely several body parts and meat, of an insurgent hiding inside flying out.


Several rounds pinged off Barnes' armour, and we whipped around to face a terrified insurgent firing wildly with his assault rifle. Barnes was on him almost immediately, punching him in the gut with an armoured fist, his armour amplifying his strength to superhuman levels. The insurgent died at the impact, his ribs shattered and fragments going into his heart. He was launched out an open window and down to the sidewalk below. He turned around again, and immediately a crazed insurgent sprinted towards him, two primed grenades in his hands. "Oh, shit." Barnes cursed as he raced to raise his LMG. He was too slow, however, as the insurgent tackled him to the ground, an impressive feat considering the weight of his armour. "Get. The fuck. Off me!" Barnes cried and kicked the insurgent off just in time for the grenades to go off, spraying blood everywhere. "Clear!" He heard a squad member say, as the Dagger rushed to help him up.


"You good, boss?" The Dagger asked as he helped Barnes to his feet. "Yeah, I'm good." He brushed some shrapnel and blood off his armour, and radioed the Atlas. "Atlas Command this is Barnes. First safehouse clear." He got his reply just seconds later. "Roger that. Good work."
 
As the commotion finally died down, Vesper spotted his second in command and lover Eleyna along with the rest of Alpha setting their tables back up. "Vesper Aurel. Now if you wish to continue this conversation, follow me to the pub" he replied to the A'thera, before tripple timed it to The Ashen Phoenix, to assess the damage done and check his squad. "Status report." he barked as they snapped to attention. Eleyna being the second in command stepped forward and began her report.


"Fit primum contactum, domine, et mechanicae, miles ostendit. Secuti cives Previous contenta tueri, est spurium, et potum meum llose me, domine!" The felinae replied gesturing to the alien sitting beside her, shaking like a leaf in a typhoon. Kid probably never seen combat. Vesper simply nodded, and soon the rest of the squad was back to drinking and conversing amongst eachother.


Turning to the Alien infront of him and Eleyna, he took a seat at her table with his Captain, before waving Artulius over. "Sublimatum duplicat, tres." He said in his people's tongue getting a nod from the barkeep. "We appologize for the rather energetic day. I am Major Vesper Aurel, and this here as you have already met, is my second in command. Would you please give me your name?" he asked in a rather soft tone, as the barkeep arrived with three glasses and set them down in front of the three. Eleyna simply gave a nod of thanks before nodding to the half filled brandy snifter in front of Halith.


"Drink, it'll calm your nerves." The Felinae said with a soft smile, before taking a small pull from her own drink.





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halite got up quickly and looked aroun as the situation died down her eyes locking on the man that spoke as the bartender brought then drinks. "M-my name is halith." She said softly as she looked to the drink and slowly picked it up her eyes looking at him curiously before looking back to the drink. "What's the universal star date?" She asked him suddenly her worry about her people still deep in her and the worry that she is to late stuck on her mind


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Alexei looked over this elf with genuine curiosity. She knew about how these forest spirits functioned? They didn't run away if one was unarmed.. Hell no, Alexei thought. He did not want ti be caught without his weapons.. sure he was a capable fighter without weapons, but a gun would beat a fist any day of the week.


The elf kept talking.. Alexei continued listening. Her name, Alika? Alexei mused on the thought of both of their names beginning with A. She had found his pod? It didn't alarm Alexei.. didn't have much incriminating evidence in there. Was he injured? Good question, actually. Alexei looked over himself a few times, watching for bleeding spots and feeling for broken bones. He came to the conclusion that he was uninjured at the moment. He looked back up at Alika, and shook his head. No, he was not hurt.


At the offer of being taken back to her camp, Alexei mentally shrugged. His assignment here would require him to be here for a few months, at the shortest.. chances were he could take his time and mingle with the natives.. He nodded in approval. He would follow her to her campsite. All kf his weapons were sheathed.. his rifle's stock and barrel folded into the main body of the gun; now appearing to be a grayish cylinder. His baton rested at his hip, as did his pistol. He bore no ill will towards this Elf.. though undoubtedly he would the moment he saw her eating children. Alexei deeply hoped this Elven stereotype wasn't true.. at her gesture, Alexei calmly took her hand, and followed her.. wherever it was she was going.


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The eyes lit--up into a blue light, shining from within the mask.


It's non-living eyes followed Troy as it scanned and coded the file into the memory.




"Roger- Zone classified ... non combat mode activated."

That further confirmed that the voice was broke.

The voice fluctuated in Tone.

"Hello , Admiral." The cheery voice said suddenly, the calming voice was obviously pre-recorded.

It's eyes faded as the scanning was complete.

"Shutting down for repairs." It told the admiral with the tilted head, the almost silent chatter of the damaged Robotic insides quickly silenced.

The head and the arms went limp for recharge while the legs stood still.

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Vesper looked at the tac com on his wrist and typed in a series of commands. "Current stardate is 244552." he replied before sipping his own brandy. he released a happy sigh as he felt the strong liquer burn on the way down, causing a comfortable warmth to spread through his chest and body. He then gestured to Halite to drink. "Trust my captain, she know's what she's talking about." he said refering to Eleyna's previous statement.


(Used this site to calculate the stardate Star Trek Stardate Calculator)


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