Charon (Barbaric Rim)

[razerwing]

Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: Facemask, light body armor
Weapon: combat knife, combat rifle
Location: Charon (at Lalestra's ship)
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril; possibly Danika
Time: October 1 3075; Early Evening

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Trystan wasted no time when they got aboard, heading straight for the command chair, taking the controls before looking over his shoulder. He seemed much more relaxed now. "Sorry, you'll have to wait until we hit our cruising height. Until then, please hold onto something, we may experience a little turbulence on the way up." He chuckled, nodding at the tracker as Jack and the man with the thick clothes started securing the boxes of stuff in the cargo bay as the tracker and the other burly man took side control panels. Silent signals were given, switches were flicked on and off, and soon with a jarring shudder, the ship lifted off. The tracker looked at Trystan, checking one of the scanners and then looking back at the pirate. "Sir, we have gunfire at coordinates 2-086." The pirate tilted his head, chuckling. There was no doubt he was smiling under the mask. "O'Hare, prepare the guns for a couple of strafing runs on those coords." He picked up a small comms device from the command center, pressing the small button on it's side. A slight static noise emanated from the speakers overhead. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Please be advised, we are going into combat, and planetary dogfights are much less smooth then the fight's in space. That said, please hold onto any fragile items, secure yourself by holding the nearest fixed object and preparing for the ride of your life. Good day, and thank you for choosing Kodiak Escort Services for your flight."

The ship turned suddenly, and Trystan put the handheld back in it's spot. He seemed in his element now, completely at ease behind the controls of his ship. The coords O'Hare had given him were about six kliks away, nothing for the Kodiak's powerful sub-space engines. Those coords also happened to be an Illuminati outpost of some sort. That meant there would be ships, and that also meant that whoever was attacking those ships didn't like the Illuminati. Any enemy of them was a friend of Trystan's. When the coords were locked, they sped on over, watching the fight from their scanners. They were heavily outnumbered, but that would've been a problem. They made a pass overhead, their engines roaring like a dragon. That was simply to get their bearings. When they turned, it was guns blazing. The nose pointed downwards at just the right angle, and at first the bullets slammed uselessly into the ground. When the Kodiak pulled up, none of the personell were hurt, but the ground behind them, the buildings and such were up in flames. They circled back, except this time, instead of going down in a straight angle, Trystan tilted the ship on it's side, allowing the pulse cannons to slam their rounds into Illuminati guards, vehicles, and buildings alike. So far they had made sure to keep their fire well away from the two fighters and their ship. Strafing runs could sometimes be inaccurate.

Finally, when the troops that had arrived behind the initial force were nothing but bloody hunks of meat, or pieces of bloody hunks of meat, the Kodiak pulled up and away again, flying over once more before tilting from side to side, almost as if it was waving. With their strafing run done, Trystan angled the ship and punched the afterburners, tearing out of the atmosphere and into the vast black ocean that was known as space. Trystan looked back at his crew, and anyone who still remained in the control room, laughing quite audibly through his mask. "Well done crew. Let's see if that gets me noticed any more by these Illuminati amateurs." The tracker smiled, removing his full face mask to reveal shaggy brown hair and a face that seemed untouched by all the war. Infact, it seemed almost inhuman... too smooth, too perfect. And there was something in his human eye that was unsettling to anyone who looked at it. Anyone but Trystan that is. He chuckled, standing up and patting his tracker on the back before grabbing the comms again. "Alright people, we seem to be out of the jungle for now. You can relax, nothing can touch us up here." He chuckled, placing the handheld down again, cutting the engines and waiting out there, sitting just inside the planet's field of gravity.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Aeryn Reese
Attire: Green top, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Hunting knife.
Location: Charon (On the outskirts of her settlement, waiting for arrival of supplies).
Tagging: Anyone; Hunter, Skylar, Seth; possibly Valerie.
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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Aeryn's face blanched as she watched the ship she recognized as the Captain's land with what she knew would be the precious medical supplies her people needed. She could only hope that they'd all gotten to safety by this point and that the Captain and his crew were indeed ready for what Hunter said would be coming--a fight. Her hand immediately gripped her hunting knife, her heart racing as her mind whirled and spun. Instantly her mouth went dry, but she knew she couldn't run. There were at least 100 yards between her and her home and she could now see the men swarming it, taking it over like pests ruining a good crop.

"Oh my god," Aeryn whispered to herself, her eyes going wide at the horrors unveiling before her.

"What the hell is this?" came a voice. Male. Gruff. Mean.

Aeryn looked up and gasped, her eyes locking to an angry gaze staring straight down at her. He was sizing her up, assessing just how much of a threat he thought her to be. She fell backward onto her backside and let out a tiny yelp and scrambled trying to get up. The man just chuckled at her. Suddenly, she brought her knife out, holding it up for the man to see.

"Don't come any closer," Aeryn stated, trying her best to sound threatening.

The man only laughed harder. "So the bitch has bite," he mocked. "Like that." He gave her a smirk and took a few steps toward her, causing her to back away, still holding the knife out at the ready. "Oh this is gonna be fun," he said as he lunged toward Aeryn.

At that, Aeryn let out a shrill scream. "No!!!"

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Danika 'Dani' Kennedy
Attire: The stitched top underneath a large, furred coat. A pair of shorts with garters that attach to thigh high, brown, stiletto boots. She has a pair of goggles on her head, and is missing the golden eyelashes.
Weapon: A minor handgun.
Location: On board the Kodiak.
Tagging: Anyone; Possibly Trystan; Zaphkiel; Laela; Jibril;
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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Now, she had expected to be able to do some wandering about the ship before anything intense happened, and she was barely padding around the room when she’d heard him through the intercom. She’d barely heard him speaking with Jack and the others before hand, and so she had a vague idea what was going on, but he wasn’t genuinely going to be confrontational on the off chance that these were Illuminati officials, was he? That would be a bit… foolish, wouldn’t it? Put you too hot on the map? Well, it didn’t take long for Trystan to cut her thoughts short as a wild jerk of the ship caused her to nearly lose her footing and slam her back into the metal nearby, narrowly avoiding slamming into a control panel. Danika never really cared for confrontation. Admittedly, however, this was… amusing.

“Jesus.” She said, although it came out on a laugh. Before long, she was gripping the anything near her to keep from slamming onto the opposite side of the ship. She supposed she’d been given adequate warning to strap in, and had been too shocked at his nature to really do anything. Once they were righted again, she took a deep breath, although she couldn’t even begin to deny the fact that her chest was shaking from a bit of laughter. When was the last time she’d been in anything like that? She was so used to a two to three passenger ship (Her Frigate was rather small) that being on a large, combat ready ship suck as the Kodiak was… different.

She moved away from where he had been gripping and pressed her hand to her forehead, now beginning to conceal the laughter in her chest. She cleared her throat and finally stopped her incessant giggling before letting her hand fall and pressing setting her gaze onto the pirate. There was still quite a bit of laughter in her eyes.

“Quite the bit of warning you offered us there, Chief. If I wasn’t such a trooper, I daresay you might have hurt me.” She said with a coy grin, she was bluffing of course. But, in the hest of it, she shrugged. “I suppose I could be alright with a little hurt.” She found a place to sit down and finally settled, shrugging off the fur coat to reveal all the skin it’d been hiding. She set the coat across her crossed legs and leaned back in the chair, gazing about at their eclectic little group. Perhaps she’d stick around for a bit longer than anticipated. After all, two mercenaries, a ‘princess’ and a band of pirates always promised entertainment, didn’t they?

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Laelestra Quentin (Laela)
Attire: Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, corset, brown leather boots.
Weapon: None
Location: Charon (on board The Kodiak, just within the atmosphere of Charon).
Tagging: Anyone; Trystan, Jibril, Danika, Zaphkiel
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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Laela had moved onto the bed and grabbed one of its posts when the Kodiak had suddenly taken off and gone into combat. The ride was more than bumpy and jostled her tiny, fragile body about as they circled about whatever it was their target happened to be. Fear coursed through her with every jagged jolt the ship seemed to make, which were many. And many a shriek escaped her lips as the fear grew stronger and stronger. She was not used to such living conditions, such... excitement. Danger. Her heart was pumping fast and to a point where she thought it might burst through her chest. She was also finding it difficult to breathe.

When the ship finally began to fly smoothly, Laela let out a sigh of relief. Sitting up, she began to pull out the pins haphazardly holding up her hair, letting it fall loosely about her shoulders. She then began to work at the ties of her corset, wanting to remove the thing so that she could breathe easier. With everything she'd been through and would probably be going through, she knew it had to go. It had been hindering too much already. Once a bit more comfortable. She sat on the edge of her bed wondering where it was they were heading and what would become of her now.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name (Nickname):Skylar Davies, Sky
Attire:Loose Fitting Black Jeans, Grey Leather Vest, Black Combat Boots, Handmade leather armband
Weapon:Standard Hunting Knife(10in Blade), Blaster
Location:Thalassa, The Comet
Tagging:Seth, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening

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Name (Nickname):Seth Killingley, Seth
Attire:Black Loose fitting Jeans, Grey Sweater, Black Combat Boots, Long Black leather Trenchcoat, Black Hat
Weapon:Blaster, Light Saber
Location:Thalassa, The Comet
Tagging:Sky, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening

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Name (Nickname):Hunter Travis Donovan
Attire:Link
Weapon:Two Pistols holstered on thighs, Light Saber hidden on his belt underneath Trenchcoat, Sniper Rifle
Location:Charon
Tagging:Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening

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When the ship flew over and took out some of the bastards that were attacking Sky grinned, "Gotta love pirates" ,he stated before sticking his hunting knife into one of the pathetic soldiers throats. Blood spattered onto his chest and face as he pulled the blade out, pirates may not be the best of people but they sure knew how to take care of each other when needed. Sky had just taken out another one of the bastards when he heard a scream, he quickly spun around to see one of the bigger guys fucking with one of the civilians, on of whom he knew decently well. He stormed towards the guy not bothering to bring his weapons out just yet, when he got to him he looked him straight in the eyes, "Yeah she has bite but it ain't as strong as mine mother fucker" ,he stated through gritted teeth before he threw his knife directly at the man's throat. As soon as it stuck into his neck Sky looked to Aeryn, "Go get on my ship NOW!" , he demanded. He then activated his wrist communicator, "Hunter, Seth, let's take these fuckers into the sky see how they fair against some pirates who know how to fight while flying" ,he stated before making his way back to his ship.

"Yippee ki yay mother fuckers" ,Hunter stated to himself right before standing up and making his way to the ship. He strapped his sniper rifle to his back and pulled out his light saber as he reached the crowd, the man cut through any Illuminati scumbag that got in his way, cigarette hanging from his mouth and a cocky smirk on his face he even made a few smart ass remarks to the guys he had killed. When Hunter reached the ship he kept fighting off any mother fucker that tried to attack as he waited for Seth and Valkyrie, he wondered if the woman would come to the ship, even though he and the woman went at it before he still wanted her to be safe she didn't deserve to be caught in the middle of the bullshit and he wanted to make sure she got out of it at least semily unharmed.

Seth heard Sky make the demand to get back onto the ship and he quickly began to make his way back towards the Dragon's Fang, Seth knew all too well that if they got into the black that they would have the upper hand and he agreed with Sky's decision to take the fight into the sky. As Seth made his way back to the ship he too had to fight through a bunch of Illuminati grunts and in the process was skimmed by a bullet in the arm. "Fuck" ,he growled to himself before stabbing his light saber through the chest of the guy who shot him.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Aeryn Reese
Attire: Green top, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Hunting knife.
Location: Charon (on board the Dragon's Fang).
Tagging: Anyone; Hunter, Skylar, Seth; possibly Jakkon, Valerie.
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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An odd sense of relief washed over Aeryn the moment she heard that familiar voice of the Captain as he shouted at the man grabbing her wrist. Her breaths were coming quickly and everything was a total blur, but before she knew it, the man was off her and dead and she was listening to the Captain's commands. Without hesitation, she gave him a nod and ran toward his ship. Not once did she look back, her hand still gripping her knife though she now donned bruises on her wrist.

The run seemed like an eternity and by the time Aeryn reached the ship, she felt as if her lungs were on fire. But no matter, she was at least on board and safer behind the walls of the ship--a far cry better than out in the open where she just was. She watched Hunter and the Captain's right hand board the ship and knew that soon they'd be off-planet. But for some reason she knew this battle was far from over.

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Gehenna 'Henna' Leoncah
Attire: A brown, suit like top that is low cut, revealing ample skin, and parts to open just below her breasts, revealing a toned abdomen. A pair of brown, leather pants and boots to match. Goggles on her head to keep her hair back and brow fingerless gloves with an emerald colored stone in the center. A few trinkets around her neck and hanging from her ears, as well as what could be a utility belt hanging from her waist, loosely and fashionably.
Weapon: Two modified pistols and a lightsaber of sorts.
Location: On a Speeder moving towards a disclosed location.
Tagging: Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening.​

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Everything had been going swimmingly, or at least she assumed such until she noticed a ship diving and weaving at the settlement, one of the ships that had recently landed nearby. She could only imagine the carnage that was truly going down there, and she knew instantly that the ship was definitely that of a pirate. Meaning that more of their people were getting cut down. She narrowed her eyes and let her hands fall away from her hips as this conclusion reached her mind. They were short staffed enough. How were they supposed to prove a point of anything if these… barbarians just kept cutting down the people who were making the example?

Oh, the expression on Henna’s face could not be anything short of murderous. How dare these filthy fucking pirates stick their noses where it didn’t belong? Although, on the other hand, she supposed it was just as much their own fault for not assuming that the cargo ship would likely be ready for an Illuminati attack. The thought alone was making her blood boil. She had underestimated it. This was fine… She supposed she would just have to go and get her hands dirty a little later with whatever was left. A few good guns, a few extra hands, and once the ships were gone, she could wipe out whatever was left. The civilians, and the disappointing little grunts who apparently didn’t scout properly before going in and waving their weapons around like a bunch of Neanderthals with torches and clubs.

“How bothersome…” She grumbled under her breath before gazing behind her at her speeder. It wasn’t quite as custom as the speeders the twins had been riding about on, but it was quick, and armored. Standard Illuminati issued vehicle. It would at least get her safely from point A to point B. She was eventually going to have to get on board and tell Hal the news, but she wondered if she should do this before or after this onslaught was done? Dirty little pirates wouldn’t stay around forever, would they? And no amount of time would be enough for them to put up a big enough front. Come tomorrow, she’d still be able to clear off the little survivors. Assuming they left any.

Making her decision and deciding that the best thing that she could do would be to get back to Hal and tell him what was going on currently and how she planned to remedy the situation. Over the years, Henna had gotten a bit… callous. Everyone was expendable. Everyone but him… She straddled the Speeder and clicked the appropriate switched before ducking low on it and taking off as fast as she could towards the place she knew Hal would be. Hopefully, she wouldn’t regret informing him.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Name (Nickname): Jibril [Jack]
Attire: Light forest green, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, dark red cargo shorts with black suspenders, black fishnet stockings, and black knee high boots with multiple buckles.
Weapon: double-barrel old world shotgun, old world katana, new age katana, and two hunting knives.
Location: Charon [Trystan‘s Ship]
Tagging: Zaphkiel/Danika/Trystan
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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Name (Nickname): Zaphkiel [Zack]
Attire: Dark red duster jacket with grey tank-top, black cargo pants, silver suspenders, black shitkickers, and black goggles.
Weapon: Two old world katanas, two pistols with silencers, and two five inch bone handled daggers.
Location: Charon [Trystan‘s Ship]
Tagging: Jibril/Danika/Trystan
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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As soon as they were on the ship, they held onto handles that were near their heads, bracing their feet on the deck. The twins stared out the windows as the ship shuddered before jerking up into the sky. Listening to the pirates move about and tell everyone to hold on, it was a no-brainer that bullets and whatever else would fly. Looking at each other, they knew they shouldn’t look but their eyes were drawn to watch the carnage outside the ship and on the ground below. As things lit on fire and soon the blood began to pool, body parts flying into the air, that was when the twins had to control themselves. Gritting their teeth and staring each other in the eyes, they started speaking to themselves telepathetically, their breath moving in and out faster than normal. They couldn’t lose it on a ship they didn’t know how to fly- plus, they had made a pact not to kill anyone on board. Standing close to each other, Jibril put her forehead to Zaphkiel’s shoulder, clenching her free hand into a tight fist until her fingers began to cut into her palms through the gloves. He wrapped his arm tight around her shoulders, keeping her close and trying to block out the sight of blood. But it had already been seen and their bodies were trying to move into fighting mode, the blood lust surging. The only thing keeping them grounded besides each other was that they couldn’t smell it.

Once the ship was out of the planet’s atmosphere, they begin to calm down, but were far too wired to stick around for long. They needed…to release the pent up energy. Jibril grabbed a box of her more valuable metals and took Zaphkiel’s hand. Together, they walked towards where the rooms were, shoulders tense and pupils partially dilated. They had to get into their own space and managed to figure out where the spare rooms were. Once there, they keyed in the door to shut behind them, shutting out the world until they could manage themselves once again.

 

[razerwing]

Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: Facemask, light body armor
Weapon: combat knife, combat rifle
Location: Charon (at Lalestra's ship)
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril; possibly Danika
Time: October 1 3075; Early Evening

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Trystan waited eagerly, not seeming to notice when the twins storm off with a box of metal in their hands. He had business to focus on. There had to be something going on with that ship, otherwise those goons wouldn't have attacked it. There had to be a reason. "Jack, I want all weapons to stay hot, keep the pulse turret energized and have the Phase Drive on standby." Jack nodded, moving back down to the engine room. There was a tense silence as they waited, guns primed, waiting for either the ship being attacked, or more Illuminati ships. The Kodiak sat there in silence, waiting to see what would happen.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Name (Nickname):Jakkon
Attire: Mechanic's vest
Weapon: None
Location: Charon, onboard the Dragon's Fang
Tagging: Skylar Davies
Time: October 1, Night

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Once the ship made landfall, Jakkon kept the ship powered up as Skylar and Seth disembarked to take to the fight personally. At the command to stay behind, Jakkon chuckled. "Don't need to tell me twice, Sir. Chip and I will be on the point-defense autocannons, we'll swat anyone unfriendly who gets too close." True to form, Jakkon brought up the electronic controls and set the cannons to autotarget anything he selected in the field of view. Jakkon clicked any Illuminati soldiers that got over a nearby ridge, and the autocannons turned them to paste. and when another ship flew overhead for a strafing run, Jakkon very nearly paniced and had it targeted, but fortunately noticed in time that it was strafing the Illuminati targets. Still, with the sensor-baffling module still on, anyone up above must be very confused by the signals they're getting.

After some time of the battle, Jakkon noticed the crew returning, with passengers. Jakkon quickly unlocked the outer doors to let them onboard, and closed the door behind them while he covered their retreat with more autocannon fire. Once the bulkheads were safely locked, he called over on the intercomm speakers near the boarding area. "All systems still prepped and ready, Captain! Had a few stragglers get cheeky with small arms, but they did nothing to the armor. Everything's ready for takeoff on your command."

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Halmir Quinn (Hal)
Attire: Standard attire of the Illuminati Elite - brown military-esque suit adorned with intricate gold adornments), white shirt, brown pants, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Blaster
Location: Charon (Illuminati Headquarters)
Tagging: Anyone; Gehenna.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night

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Hal paced back and forth, his one hand raking through his hair as he did so. Last he'd heard, his cousin's ship had been en route to Charon, but contact had been lost a couple hours ago and any and all reading attempts on the surface of the godforsaken planet he'd been more or less marooned on had been fruitless. This was really putting a damper on his plans and it was placing him in a dark mood. To say it was pissing him off was a gentle way of putting it. Standing still, he leaned against a table and gripped its edge, his fingers all but gouging at the wood.

Gehenna. Yes. It was one of the reasons why he was glad she was there on this horrible shithole of a planet with him. She was out there searching for Laela's ship, assuming it was even anywhere to be found at all, if it even made it--though he was beginning to wonder now. It was one of her many additional tasks he set for her while out checking on his other side project--those damned pirates. He was sick and tired of that one vessel making those drop offs time and time again as if they owned the damned planet. Well, now they'd know he was aware of their bullshit and that he wasn't going to take it anymore. They wanted to fuck around on his planet? Then he'd strike back and do it hard.

Hal stood upright just then, his breathing coming hard. He hoped Gehenna had some news for him--hopefully of the 'good' kind. But with the way things were looking, his initial plans falling to the way side, he was beginning to doubt. He blamed Charon for it all. God, he wanted off-planet so badly he could taste it! And he would do what he had to in order to ensure it and secure himself in a better, more powerful position elsewhere. Hrmm, perhaps Nephelai. Yes, that planet would indeed be promising. And it's current leader was getting up there in age. Yes. A perfect plan for a perfect planet.

Letting out a sigh, Hal looked at his wrist comm and began tapping buttons. No, he couldn't wait for her return. "Any news, Henna?" he asked, his voice calm.

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Gehenna 'Henna' Leoncah
Attire: A brown, suit like top that is low cut, revealing ample skin, and parts to open just below her breasts, revealing a toned abdomen. A pair of brown, leather pants and boots to match. Goggles on her head to keep her hair back and brow fingerless gloves with an emerald colored stone in the center. A few trinkets around her neck and hanging from her ears, as well as what could be a utility belt hanging from her waist, loosely and fashionably.
Weapon: Two modified pistols and a lightsaber of sorts.
Location: On a Speeder moving towards a disclosed location.
Tagging: Anyone; Halmir
Time:October 1, 3075; Night​

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She had been on route to the headquarters when she heard his pleasant voice in her ears. Well, usually it was pleasant, but the irritation latent in it was obvious… at least to her. She’d come to recognize lots of his mannerisms. His irritation, anger, when he was jubilant. And, he’d been in an alright mood… up until recently. And she knew this tone of voice was not going to be pleased by the news she had to offer him. Regardless, there wasn’t any way that she could hide it, and so she would have to man up.

“Halmir, I’m on route to the headquarters now. Everything seems to have gone awry. The cargo ship had some sort of protection, and the grunts sent out weren’t intelligent enough to scout properly. There is also a rather large, combat ready ship in the area, likely belonging to a pirate, that has been cutting through the forces. I’ve decided, by the morning, I’ll go to the settlement and handle the survivors myself. No, it won’t be much of a lesson for the cargo ship, other than they won’t have a settlement to deliver to anymore. There were two ships that somewhat ‘crashed’ a good few miles out. One of them looks like it could be from the Inner Sanctum and the other is definitely custom. Not a government vessel, and it’s quite busted. Once the heat dies down, I’ll take a team out to the crash site to search for any signs of… your company. Assuming this is indeed your company’s vessel. There were people gathered around it earlier, heavily armed. Likely pirates looting the wreckage.” She was still driving. She thought of anything else she may or may not have left out. But it seemed as though she had covered everything.

One way or another, things would be handled and everything in mind would come out exactly as expected, even if she had to hand pick the situation and coddle it herself, it would all be done. She didn’t much care for it when things… diverged. She liked a good healthy plot.

“The surface is a hot zone right now. I recommend lying low for the next few hours.”

 

[DJBayview]

Name: Sol Invictus
Attire: His usual purple suit.
Weapon: Himself.
Location: Charon's outer orbit, going planet-side.
Tagging: anyone, Halmir.
Time: October 1, 3075; night.

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As they left FTL travel Sol smiled at his captain's skill as he engaged the Hammer's stealth systems and moved it behind a moon. "It would be very obvious for a cruiser of this class and size to enter the detection range of Charon. Someone would get curious. It's best to avoid that for now." Said the Captain, aware of Sol's approval. Sol moved to the shuttles with a few of the crew and left for planetside.

The ride was less than pleasant, entering almost any atmosphere in a shuttle was bumpy, lurched often, and was irritably time-consuming. So Sol brought out his omni-tool once again and switched over to the communicator. He accessed the local Illuminati frequency and addressed the CO (commanding officer) of the local installation. "Attention please, this is Sol Invictus, of Invictus Industries. I am here to inspect Illuminati presence on Rim planets and to insure that our interests are being upheld." As they landed on the surface Sol was aware of the fighting going on some distance away. He made a mental note but brushed it aside. What do you expect from such fringe planets? He asked himself, grimacing as he took a step off the shuttle and onto... what was this... the ground? Filthy...

 

[TheWarlock]

Name (Nickname): Valerie Vendenburg ( Valkyrie )
Attire: Purple tight leather outfit
Weapon: Lightsaber / blaster
Location: Charon (Just outside of a crashed vessel).
Tagging: Laelestra Quentin / any
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening

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Valkyrie had dropped back some when the fighting began and found a hiding spot but it was becoming obvious to her that the ones attacking didn't ask questions before trying to take someone out. They looked to be Illuminati but her past wasn't going to help her now. She didn't really feel comfortable with the idea of killing them after all they were closer to her then she wanted to let on. She started to reach for her saber to keep her safe but instead moved her hand over to her blaster. She began blasting at legs , knee caps and occasionally a arm but always making sure that her hits would take them out of action but not fatally wound them. She began making her way slowly towards the man who had grabbed her arm not that long before. she still wasn't very trusting of him but she also figured this may be her last safe exit of the planet for the near future. As she got close enough to see him she yelled out to him "Hey , YOU!!! Wait for me. That ship they have room to get me off of this rock?" she asked as she made her way up to him.

Another man was coming up behind the person she was calling out to and they had a weapon and were raising it at him she blew out a knee with a single blast from her blaster "There you go i kept you alive so i believe i have earned your help now have i not?" she said as she walked up to him the other man was on the ground holding his leg which had a huge whole in it now. She gave him a swift kick to the face. "So mind escorting me out of here?"

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name (Nickname):Skylar Davies, Sky
Attire:Loose Fitting Black Jeans, Grey Leather Vest, Black Combat Boots, Handmade leather armband
Weapon:Standard Hunting Knife(10in Blade), Blaster
Location:Thalassa, The Comet
Tagging:Seth, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening

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Name (Nickname):Seth Killingley, Seth
Attire:Black Loose fitting Jeans, Grey Sweater, Black Combat Boots, Long Black leather Trenchcoat, Black Hat
Weapon:Blaster, Light Saber
Location:Thalassa, The Comet
Tagging:Sky, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening

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Name (Nickname):Hunter Travis Donovan
Attire:Link
Weapon:Two Pistols holstered on thighs, Light Saber hidden on his belt underneath Trenchcoat, Sniper Rifle
Location:Charon
Tagging:Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Early evening

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When the man fell down next to Hunter and the woman from before asked if they would mind escorting her out he nodded towards the entrance of the ship, "Hurry up and get in" ,he stated simply. After she got on he boarded as well and took a seat, he looked over to Aeryn then down to her wrist, "You should put some ice on that, I'll get you some when we're in the air, hold onto your seats ladies you're in for a hell of a ride" ,he told them both with a small laugh.

After Seth boarded Sky shut the doors, "We're ready for take off, let's go" ,he stated into the intercom before taking his seat and grabbing the controls. He looked back briefly and seen Seth take his jacket off then his sweater, Seth had a nice wound on his left arm and it needed to be patched up. "Hunter take care of Seth's wound we don't need him bleeding all over the place" ,he told him as he lifted the ship into the sky.

Hunter nodded then grabbed one of the first aid kits that were in that area of the ship and made his way over to Seth and opened up the kit. "I'll grab you some ice soon" ,he stated to Aeryn. His back was towards her but he knew she would probably catch on that he was talking to her. Hunter was never gentle when fixing up wounds but he did a damn good job, Seth winced as Hunter went to work and growled out when the man started to stitch him up. "Don't be a bitch Seth" ,Hunter stated jokingly giving the man a smile after saying it.

"Fuck you Hunter" ,Seth growled in response.

"Sorry shnookums you're not my type" ,Hunter replied.

Seth simply glared at the man he was a good friend but sometimes Seth wanted to choke him. After Hunter finished stitching him up then wrapping the wound to keep it from getting nasty Seth sat back as the ship rose higher and higher, he was prepared for what was to come and knew that any of the men that followed them were going to have their hands full.

Hunter cleaned his hands then grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and carried it out to Aeryn, "Put this on your wrist" ,he told her before sitting down again.

(Exits to The Black)

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Aeryn Reese
Attire: Green top, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Hunting knife.
Location: Charon (on board the Dragon's Fang).
Tagging: Anyone; Hunter, Skylar, Seth, Jakkon, Valerie.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night.

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Aeryn scanned the area and sat down in one of the seats she could tell was available for passengers. Sitting down, she made sure her knife was sheathed and secure to her belt by touching the handle and then looked to her wrist. It was aching, throbbing and the bruises marking it looked terrible. The bloom of blues and purples distinctly looked like fingers and the sight of them made her wince. Gently, she touched it and shuddered as a wave of pain wracked through her wrist. It hurt quite a bit, but at least it wasn't broken or sprained. It just would probably hurt a bit for a few days, maybe even swell up a bit. The thought of that made her frown a little, but such was the way of battle. At least Hunter's suggestion of ice would help.

Aeryn watched Hunter stitch up Seth. Luckily she had a decently strong stomach, though had the wounds been worse... she didn't know how she'd have fared. But minor wounds she knew she could handle seeing. When Hunter finished and handed her the ice pack, she nodded and smiled. "Thanks," she said softly, immediately placing it on her aching wrist. She then glanced about the area, taking note of everyone with her. She was glad to see that the one woman who'd been having a bad day hadn't gotten caught up in the nonsense and had come on board. Not knowing her people, there was no way she'd have found safety with them, so it made her feel better seeing her there. She gave her a smile as well before turning to look at everyone again as she felt the ship jostle a bit, taking off for who knew where. But as far as she was concerned at that moment... anywhere was better than Charon.

(Exits to 'The Black')

 

[razerwing]

Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: Facemask, light body armor
Weapon: combat knife, combat rifle
Location: Charon (at Lalestra's ship)
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril; Danika
Time: October 1 3075; Early Evening

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Trystan let out a small breath of relief as the other ship made it's way out of the atmosphere, quickly punching into Phase Space and heading out of there. "Alright lads, let's get out of Charon's well. Mr. O'Hare, if you wouldn't mind getting their signature and follow them. They may need our help." There was no answer as the ship shuddered, signalling the Jump Drives were pushing them into phase space. "Also, try to get their radio frequency. I'd like to contact their captain." The tracker nodded, his hands moving expertly over his control board, homing in on signatures and frequencies as they punched through Phase Space. They followed in the jump lane of the previous ship, and just as the Tracker locked on to their frequency, Trystan dropped out of phase space, somewhat far away from them so that they wouldn't shoot them on accident. They were far enough away from the planets hopefully so that the capitals couldn't, or wouldn't want to come after them.

(Exits to 'The Black')

 

[DJBayview]

Name: Sol Invictus
Attire: His usual purple suit.
Weapon: Himself.
Location: Charon, Illuminati HQ.
Tagging: Halmir Quinn, anyone in the area.
Time: October 1, 3075; night.

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The door ground open, causing Sol to squint in displeasure. He walked into the central hall and shook the hand of the man waiting for him. "Please, introduce me to the representative on this... rock." He looked at the ranking stripes on his shoulder and added, "Lieutenant." With a bow the man motioned for Sol and the crew that left with him from the shuttle, members of his personal guard, to follow. The walls were blank, from what Sol saw. Bland, rough hewn stone were the primary makeup of the corridors. After some turns and descending a couple levels they arrived at the most ornate door, probably on the planet. "Keep an eye on the lift, and the hallways, I'll be fine by myself Mario." He instructed a large helmeted man in his guard. The Lieutenant knocked twice and opened the door, allowing Sol to enter first.

"Mr. Quinn, if I'm not mistaken. Pleasure to meet you, I've heard much about your accomplishments on this... rock." Sol greeted Halmir with his hand extended, his Illuminati ring visible on his middle finger. Truthfully Sol felt it a requirement to be at least minimally familiar with all the planet representatives, Rim planets or not. He was also familiar with his family, having been born and raised on Helios as well and now being a prominent figure. "I send you good tidings and love from your parents, when they caught wind I was leaving for Charon they insisted."

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Halmir Quinn (Hal)
Attire: Standard attire of the Illuminati Elite - brown military-esque suit adorned with intricate gold adornments), white shirt, brown pants, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Blaster
Location: Charon (Illuminati Headquarters)
Tagging: Anyone; Gehenna, Sol Invictus.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night

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Hal let out another sigh as he listened to Henna speak over his wristcomm. The news definitely wasn't what he wanted to hear, but he was glad to hear she was taking matters into her own hands. That was one thing he loved about the woman and one of the reasons why he was glad she'd followed him out to the waste of a world. He hadn't expected her to do it, but when he'd learned she'd requested to be stationed there, a part of him was beyond ecstatic. She had a reputation for getting things done and excelling at anything she put her mind to--a real go-getter. And now, more than ever, she was proving her worth in spades. In some ways, he almost felt badly for making her do all the things he requested of her. Not once did she hesitate or question and most of the time she either volunteered or thought things up on her own. Ah Henna... His lips turned upward into an odd smile.

"Understood," Hal said. He then paused a moment, his fingers ready to tap a few more buttons on the wristcomm to cut the signal off. But something stopped him. "At least someone out there knows what they're doing. If the surface is hot, get your ass back here soon." And he meant it. He didn't want to lose his most loyal colleague, not to mention his smartest. At that, he cut the signal.

Suddenly, a voice bellowed over the speakers in HQ causing Hal to perk up. He arched a brow as he listened. Sol Invictus... what the...? He let out another sigh. This just wasn't his day. Straightening out his jacket he readied himself to meet the influential man knowing just what sort of pull and sway he had. Any minute, he'd be walking through the door.

"The pleasure is mine, Mr. Invictus," Hal replied, shaking Sol's hand in turn, flashing his most pleasant grin. "So, what brings you all the way to Charon?" he asked. "Just checking up on the most remote planet of the 'Rim'?"

 

[DJBayview]

Name: Sol Invictus
Attire: His usual purple suit.
Weapon: Himself.
Location: Charon, Illuminati HQ.
Tagging: Halmir Quinn, anyone in the area.
Time: October 1, 3075; night.

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"I won't waste our time with pleasantries. I believe we are wasting valuable resources out here. I don't care about the Rim. It's a pirate infested waste-land. It's primary focus is to keep those rebellious enough to cause trouble out here and away from the Six. Right now is a critical time for more than just one of the Six. I believe we need the right voice, the right face, and just the right push to sway public favor in our direction. To be honest, I believe you can be of greater service to us at Thelassa, or Nephelai even." Sol paused to let Hal take this all in. He knew some of the representatives were getting old, loosing sight of the future and wanting to stick with what was familiar, with the past. This is not productive to change and growth, they had to be replaced. They could either retire, or take the Charon post, it was of little consequence to Sol. At the immediate time he was concerned with creating further distraction on the Rim to draw pirate and rebel attention away from the Six. A bounty... yes...

"I heard a commotion on my way here. I imagine lives were lost?" He grinned and placed his hands behind his back. His web was large, and more strands were being added. This could work out quite advantageously.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Halmir Quinn (Hal)
Attire: Standard attire of the Illuminati Elite - brown military-esque suit adorned with intricate gold adornments), white shirt, brown pants, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Blaster
Location: Charon (Illuminati Headquarters)
Tagging: Anyone; Sol Invictus.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night

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As Hal listened to Sol speak, he had all he could do to keep control over his emotions. The idea of getting off Charon once and for all was too good to be true. He'd had his eye on one of the Middle Six for a while now, Nephelai for certain given the age of its leader. But Thalassa? That might be even better assuming he could somehow pull favor amongst the majority of the elite. But the fact that Sol himself was here spoke volumes. And to think he thought he needed to seduce Laela to get what he wanted... perhaps he didn't need to after all. Then again, that was a card he didn't want to leave unturned. Best to keep it close just in case.

"Indeed," Hal responded coolly. "There is some room for progress, I must admit." He couldn't hold back a little bit of a smile as he spoke. "And yes. There was indeed a commotion and I'm sure lives were lost. Several more than likely." He paused as he began to pace a little. He wasn't happy that the commotion had backfired to a great degree, that the pirate had gotten away and the goods dropped off. But at least Henna would finish the job later on with the people. Those pirates wouldn't be back because there wouldn't be anyone left to deliver to. "Been having issues with a repeat offender. Likes to think of himself as a hero out here, I'd say. Personally, I find it rather amusing."

 

[DJBayview]

Sol paced briefly, moving his hands from behind his back to across his chest. "Very well, we will stage an attack on the colony. No insignias, unmarked ships, set it up so the blame can be displaced onto these bandits. Make their hatred of the Illuminati apparent, to annihilate our outpost, they are willing to sacrifice civillians. Afterwards we will send our men in with care packages, offer protection, medicine, food. Place a bounty on this man's head, dead or alive. At the least this will put a bit of pressure on him, and gain us some popularity among the people. Afterwards, publicly kill the men we sent in to attack in the first place, they will cry allegiance to him, best to have them under the influence of a suggestion drug." He smiled to himself, this was a simple set-up. And with a colony of this size, a cheap one too. He knew the real culprits would be long gone by now, all the easier to manipulate the public image. "Do we have a name? A face? I want enough fliers to cover this planet twice over with propaganda. I don't know your men, so I leave the delegation up to you."

"That... should keep them busy for a time if they decide to return to the Rim. In the mean time, I would like to hear about what changes you would like to introduce to one of the Six." Sol's plotting finished, he turned his attention towards Hal, interested in learning what he could about this man. His ideals, visions, and dreams.

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Gehenna 'Henna' Leoncah
Attire: A brown, suit like top that is low cut, revealing ample skin, and parts to open just below her breasts, revealing a toned abdomen. A pair of brown, leather pants and boots to match. Goggles on her head to keep her hair back and brow fingerless gloves with an emerald colored stone in the center. A few trinkets around her neck and hanging from her ears, as well as what could be a utility belt hanging from her waist, loosely and fashionably.
Weapon: Two modified pistols and a lightsaber of sorts.
Location: Charon, Illuminati Headquarters
Tagging: Anyone; Halmir; Sol Invictus
Time:October 1, 3075; Night​

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“Copy that, Commander. On my way.” Henna told him, after he had told her that if the surface was hot, that she needed to be back at headquarters. She could tell that he was more than displeased with the news she had to offer, but was significantly less so that she had decided to take things into her own hands and finish his work. Admittedly, she would always finish his work, deliver his word. That was the key here. The point, even. It wasn’t too much longer that she finally arrived, although there was already another representative there, and Henna was apprehensive about entering. Regardless, she was Hal’s right hand. They may have even wanted her there.

She dismounted the speeder and had the valet take care of it before she finally entered the headquarters and made her way back to the room she knew Halmir would be speaking to the representative in. She knocked loudly twice before entering the room with a smile stretched across her features. It was kind, but there was certainly a bit of maliciousness latent in them. Natural, after working with Halmir for so long, but this was neither here nor there. It was time to make an impression. She outstretched her hand.

“Mister Invictus. Officer Gehenna Leoncah. A pleasure to meet you, of course.” She said with a charming smile. She turned her head towards Halmir at this time. “Commander Quinn, the situation looks as though it’s died down quite a bit, within a few hours, I’ll gather a team and… asses the damage.” Of course, he knew what she really meant by ‘asses the damage’. She then turned her head back to Sol and smiled, charmingly again, before deciding to settle down nearby and envelope herself in something else completely, allowing the two men to continue their talk.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Name (Nickname):Jakkon
Attire: Mechanic's vest
Weapon: None
Location: Charon, onboard the Dragon's Fang
Tagging: Anyone
Time: October 1, Night

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(Late but obligatory exit to Black)

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Halmir Quinn (Hal)
Attire: Standard attire of the Illuminati Elite - brown military-esque suit adorned with intricate gold adornments), white shirt, brown pants, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Blaster
Location: Charon (Illuminati Headquarters)
Tagging: Anyone; Sol Invictus, Gehenna.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night

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Hal nodded when Henna arrived and sat down. He was actually pleased to see her and he'd talk to her more later when they weren't in the company of other Illuminati. He definitely had quite the news to share with her given the interesting insight and vision that Sol had just shared with him. To say it didn't mesh with his own plans was an understatement. In fact, not only did it mesh, but it even surpassed his hopes in a few ways. Most importantly, it got both him and Henna off Charon. And what was more it gave him more power, recognition and increased the strength of the Illuminati as a force to be reckoned with. In his mind, that was progress and it was about time someone else within the Illuminati elite understood this. He was glad that it was Sol Invictus, one of the more influential among them, that held such views.

When Sol asked Hal about his thoughts about 'improvements', Hal's grin grew. "Well now, since you mentioned Thalassa, there is indeed a little something there I think we could get our hands on. Something quite unique to the place." He paced a bit. "They don't realize just how much we know, but oh we do. It's a little thing called Zeema. Have you heard of it?" he asked.