'The Black' (Travel Thread...Travel Between Planets, etc.)

[darkangel76]

'The Black'
(Travel Thread...Travel Between Planets, etc.)​

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Laelestra Quentin (Laela)
Attire: Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, corset, brown leather boots, jewelry.
Weapon: None
Location: Her vessel (Traveling from Helios to Charon, orbiting Charon).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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The alarms were going off and the lights were blinking a sick shade of red. "Alert, alert! The hull has been breached! Alert, alert! The hull has been breached!" The monotone voice of the AI system kept on repeating the warning over and over again and it was more than Laela could bear. The fact that she could feel the ship being pulled into the gravitational field of Charon below was enough to make her heart speed up and her adrenaline course through her veins. She knew something had gone terribly wrong. Stray meteors, something. Whatever it had been, something had struck the ship and now it was going down. The problem was that she knew damn well no one had gotten in contact with anyone below on the planet's surface, which meant that Hal was unaware of the problems she and her family were suddenly facing. No one knew that they were having problems, that their ship was going down.

Laela picked up her skirts and ran along the corridors until she reached the bridge. Her parents, Jareth and Sherylindria were both standing there pale and withdrawn. It was clear to her that the troubles they were facing were far worse than she thought. Were they going to actually crash? Swallowing, she began to mentally prepare herself for the worse. Just then there was a jolt.

"Entering atmosphere! Entering atmosphere!" The AI voice sounded yet again and Laela knew they were all done for. They were going to crash and more than likely die. At that, she watched her parents and everyone else frantically run searching for their seats to strap themselves in. Of course, she knew it would be of little help. If they were going to crash, their ship would be torn in two... or maybe even several pieces... along the way.

Feeling sick, Laela moved to seat herself anyway. As she did, she fell, tumbling across the floor. The ship was shaking terribly and it was near impossible for her to get up. Crawling on the floor, she made her way to a nook and hid underneath it, curling into a tight ball as she waited for the ship to finally come to a stop. It seemed like hours as the ship tumbled and tossed, jolted and shaking. Items were falling everywhere and something even fell in the way of where she was hiding, blocking her off a bit. She let out a scream and covered her head wishing the ship would just stop.

Suddenly the ship hit something hard and Laela felt her entire body shake. She was getting bruised badly as she got jostled about in her tiny hiding place, but at least she was well protected. It was then that she knew the ship had hit land. Charon? Had the ship hit the planet itself? Did Hal know? Of course not. No one did. They hadn't had time to signal anyone... Once the ship finally stopped, she sat there for several long moments just shivering and shaking, terrified to even move. Finally, she dared to get out of her hiding place, knowing she couldn't stay there forever.

It took Laela several attempts to push whatever it was that had been blocking her out of the way, but eventually she managed. Once out, she realized just how sore and bruised she was. Thankfully, however, she hadn't broken anything. As she stood up, she covered her mouth and choked on a sob. In their seats, she saw her parents, both impaled by metal rods that had somehow fallen during the crash. She was truly alone now. Alone. On Charon. And with no way to reach Hal.

(Exits to Charon)

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Reisa Amis
Attire: White and black peasant top with corset ties, black skirt, black lace handless gloves, black armbands, choker, goggles.
Weapon: None.
Location: On a vessel orbiting Lamia.
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: October 1, 3075; Early evening.

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"You know why you're here, yes?" came that voice, that horrible voice.

Reisa just nodded, unable to see given that she had her arms tied behind her back and her eyes covered while she sat upon an unforgiving hard-backed chair. Oh she'd have bruises from that alone later, but that was the least of her worries. The air about her was cold and she could feel a tiny gust of wind blowing upon her since there was obviously a vent somewhere above her. She could feel her skin breaking out into goose bumps, her body shivering as she tried to sit still as that voice came at her.

"Good. Then you also know where you are."

Again, Reisa nodded. Yes, she was well aware they were orbiting Lamia. That had been the planet of choice and one she feared. They had made sure to learn her fears before choosing where to send her... somewhere dark, cold, terrifying. Somewhere her chances of survival were slim to none given she knew no one there and the fact that it was known for its creatures that had an appetite for... blood.

"Excellent. Then you no longer need this."

The blindfold was finally removed from Reisa's eyes and she was able to stare up into the face of that awful man who'd just told her the news that made her cry, the man who'd tried to condition her the past couple years, but all in vain. The one who'd abused her and took obvious joy in doing so. She looked at him with her cool blue eyes, sore and red from her earlier cry.

"Still mourning your loss, dear Reisa?" he asked. "You shouldn't be. They've been dead for several years now."

Reisa's face twisted at hearing that. To think that all these years she thought her parents had been alive and just that she'd been separated from them given she'd still been a child. But the fact of the matter was that they'd never even been given a chance, no trial, nothing. They were just killed for their beliefs, for not supporting the Illuminati. Being a child, she'd been lucky and thus spared. They'd hoped to be able to recondition her, but... no such luck there. Seemed her fate was now being decided and it meant a shot on Lamia. Some shot.

"Get up," he stated, his voice cold.

Reisa did as told. He walked behind her and unbound her hands. He then prodded her toward the pod and secured her inside.

"You're going to be jettisoned onto Lamia. It will be your new home now, Reisa Amis." He gave her a smirk and pushed the button.

(Exits to Lamia)

 

[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:The Black
Tagging:Seth, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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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:The Black
Tagging:Sky, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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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:The Black
Tagging:Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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It was just as he expected when he got into the black his ship was followed, Sky just laughed a little and shook his head, "These fuckers don't know what they're getting themselves into" ,he stated. The man was very confident in his ships capabilities and knew damn well they could do some heavy damage if needed. "Alright Hunter get onto weapon controls and prepare to fire we're being followed" ,Sky stated. Chip had already made it clear that they were being followed, "Two enemy ships approaching Captain" ,the robot stated. Sky looked over to Hunter who was getting himself situated, "Blow the fuckers up" ,Sky told him.

Hunter simply nodded his head then pressed a button firing at the two ships, within a few seconds they were blown to bits, a smile came across Hunter's face after watching his handy work. He listened as Chip continued to tell them where the ships were coming from and fired as soon as their auto targeting system locked onto any enemy ships.

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Danika 'Dani' Kennedy
Attire: The stitched top. 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: Unarmed
Location: The Black; On board the Kodiak.
Tagging: Anyone; Possibly Trystan; Zaphkiel; Laela; Jibril;
Time:October 1, 3075; Night.

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Danika had to admit, being aboard this little ship was going to be all sorts of adventure. Trystan seemed like a bit of a live wire, would likely end up getting into any fight that he could worm his fingers too, all because he had the proper artillery to do so. And maybe, just maybe, if Dani had the motivation to be confrontational and the proper ship to back it up, that she may have been the same way. But there was no denying her nature. Danika was a very ‘low-on-the-radar’ kind of girl. She liked things to be… simple and controlled. And she handled it by being low on the radar. But, that was neither here nor there, and she was lost in thought when her time would probably be better spent exploring.

“Well, it has been just lovely hanging up here with all of you, you’re quite the socialites, but I think I’m going to pitter my way about the ship and make myself a little more at home.” She stood and threw her coat over her shoulder, hanging onto with her fist. “Come hunting if you need anything, hm?” She finished before turning on her heel and making her way out of the command room. It was stuffy in there anyway. Everyone was so into it, No one was having the same fun that she was. It was never any fun if she were the only one having fun.

She made her way down the unfamiliar hall and gazed at the several doors, trying to make a guess at which one to open and which rooms were occupied. It would be her luck to open a room that someone was already in, and in the hurry that the twins had left previously, she could already imagine what was going on behind their door. Playfully, she was a bit upset that she didn’t get the invite. But you had to take care of what you had to take care of, right? Couldn’t just let anyone into the belt club.

She pressed her hand to the control panel that caused a door to open and reveal a thankfully empty room. She grinned and looked around before throwing her coat onto the bed and entering, the door whirring shut behind her.

 

[darkangel76]

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

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Aeryn did her best to hold the ice pack to her aching wrist, but it was tough going. The ride on board the Captain's ship was less than smooth, but of no fault of anyone's save the fact that they were being followed by thugs and assassins hired by the Illuminati. But what purpose were they serving? Her people never caused problems. And far as she knew, the Captain and his crew never did either. At least not on Charon, or in her neck of its woods. It was peculiar and disturbing and made her blood run cold that they'd make such a strike.

As the ship flew through the vastness of 'the black', Aeryn let out a few tiny yelps as her body jostled against her seat. She gripped the armrests, her wrist throbbing a little. If she was lucky and it was available, she might be able to wrap it later for a little while to help keep the swelling down. But that would have to wait. As she did, she watched the Captain and his crew take control and start firing on enemy ships as they swarmed them. Yeah, they might have gotten off of Charon, but the battle most definitely wasn't over. Not yet.

Aeryn smiled a little when Hunter managed to hit one of his targets, her hands gripping her seat as she slid about on top of it. She let out a few more soft sounds as her body bounced about, but she tried not to shout out. The last thing she wanted to do was to accidentally distract anyone. Besides... it would soon be over... she hoped.

 

[razerwing]

Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: Facemask, light body armor
Weapon: combat knife,
Location: The Black
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril; possibly Danika, Hunter, Seth, & Skylar
Time: October 1 3075; Night

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Just as Trystan dropped out of Phase space however, he noticed a very recent jump signature. A very, very recent jump signature. What would a ship be doing out here in No-Man's land? Unless it was another pirate ship. He sighed, shaking his head, ordering the Jump drives to be given a chance to cool down, switching power to the sub-space engines. Only half of the auto-cannons were switched off, leaving weapons 1, 3, and 5 online, as well as the pulse turret. The tracker scanned the frequencies, searching for the ship they had met earlier on Charon. Was it possible they'd beaten them here, to this relatively safe zone? He sighed, standing slowly, looking around and deciding to go check on his other passengers. He passed Dannika, stopping when he noticed that her fur coat was gone and that most of her skin was now bared. "Hehehe, you know, it's a good thing this ship has central heating the way it does. Otherwise, you'd be wearing that fur coat all the time." He winked at her, turning to his crew and starting to work at his mask, slowly pulling tubes out from their connectors, the hiss of air getting louder and louder before the last tube was disconnected. Then it died entirely. Slowly the mask started to hiss again, although this time it was the hiss of metal against metal. The mask shrank, the metal closing in against itself, and it became obvious that the mask was a collection of metal plates.

That's when the alarms sounded, Illuminati ships appearing out of nowhere, as well as the other ship. For now, he'd call them rebels. He picked up the comms again, chuckling as the atmosphere lightened considerably, just after Danni left the room. "Hehe, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are once again entering a battle mode, and you may periodically experience a shudder of the ship. That would mean our shields are being hit." He paused in thought before speaking again. "If you feel a large amount of rocking, that means we are taking direct fire, and then it would be a good time to start praying." He chuckled, turning to his crew, letting the intercomm fall silent. "As if they could get through our armor." They chuckled, assuming their stations. All guns were warmed up again, and by the time they entered the fray, the rebels ship had opened fire. As he looked around, he noticed that the twins had gone missing. Interesting.... very very interesting... He shrugged, placing his mask next to the controls before flying in front of the ship, taking a few shots from the Illuminati before turning to bring it's autocannons to bear. The Kodiak's shields glowed a bright blue as it absorbed shots, keeping the cruiser safe from harm before it's guns were ready. And then, all hell broke loose. There was no sound in space, but there was force, and the force of the sustained fire of all six cannons, plus the pulse turrets actually pushed the armored ship back slowly, the hull vibrating madly, but not shaking.

The bullets slammed into the shields, and eventually, into their hulls. They never stood a chance. The tips of the cannon's barrels were red hot, and still rounds flew from them, destroying anything that they fell upon. They didn't have auto targeting. Everything was done by hand. Finally, after there was nothing more then space debris and bodies floating out in the black ocean, Trystan turned his glowing red guns on the rebel's ship, de-arming half of them, this time keeping the even numbers instead of the odd. He nodded at tracker, who nodded back and flicked the switches, homing in on their frequency. Then he paused, looking in the direction the twins had headed off too, sensing something. The thoughts he had made him grin.

Trystan chuckled, rubbing the scarred side of his face that had been previously covered by his mask. "Well, look what we have here? Illuminati must want you something bad to send those ships out here like that. Anywho, if they want you, then that means you did something to them. And that means I like you already." He chuckled, tilting his head, leaning back in his chair. "So, whaddya say? Want our help getting wherever it is that you're going?"

 

[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:The Black
Tagging:Seth, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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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:The Black
Tagging:Sky, Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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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:The Black
Tagging:Anyone
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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When Sky noticed the other ship come in he watched as it fired at the Illuminati ships around them, Hunter had been doing his job and helping with the destruction of the enemy ships. Extra help was always a good thing to have especially when the Illuminati wanted to take you out, even if the Illuminati ships couldn't stand against the Dragon's Fang Sky still didn't want to have to waste a bunch of his time in a fight he knew he'd win. Hunter on the other hand just liked carnage and could blow shit up all day if given the chance.

Seth stood watching out one of the side windows as the fight continued he kept looking to the other passengers to make sure they were alright. When he seen the other ship he recognized it from Charon and smirked as it opened fire on the Illuminati ships, "Looks like this is gonna be easier then we thought" ,he stated as he continued to watch.

Hunter laughed loudly as the fight continued, he was like a kid on Christmas playing with a new toy that he'd been waiting all year to get, the man was in his comfort zone at the moment and when he was in his comfort zone it made him much more of a threat then he already was. There was something about the way he stayed so calm and even happy during any type of battle that could make people think he was crazy and maybe he was slightly off his rocker but that's what Sky liked about him and it was one of the things that kept him alive.

"We didn't really have a destination but if you'd like we can head to wherever you're going and discuss a payment for your help to us so far, as for why those fuckers are after us well all I have to say is no good deed goes unpunished" ,Sky responded to the man. He wasn't going to turn away help no smart man would. "I have a nice load of goods on my ship maybe we can discuss trading as well" ,he continued after a short pause. Being a smart man he also wasn't going to pass up a possible opportunity to make some deals.

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Name (Nickname): Jibril [Jack]
Attire: Light blue, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, black cargo pants with dark red suspenders, black and blue knee high socks, 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: Red tank-top, black cargo pants, dark green 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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"Stop being such a little bitch, Zaphkiel!"

"Coming from someone as short and- AH - bitchy as you, you're one to talk, Jibril!"

"So?! At least - Ooooh - nevermind! Do-don't stop doing...That! Aaahh~ Fuck, Zaphkiel!" Jibril growled out his name as his nails tore into her back, pressing in hard enough to just barely cut her skin while also hard enough to leave bruises and red trails in their wake. They were both covered in cuts, blood, and bruises, their knives within arms reach as they coupled against the back wall of their room. Sweat and blood mixed as they fought and fucked, pinning each other while never parting for more than a few mere moments at a time. Zaphkiel's lip was cut while Jibril had a bruise across her cheek, but that was all for facial imperfections that would heal over night. Eventually, Zaphkiel got the upper hand and pinned Jibril to the back wall, her face pressed against it with a knife to her throat as he moved his hips slowly, teasingly, making her practically growl at him in both anger and pleasure.

"You'll take whatever I give you. Understand?" Yanking on her hair, Zaphkiel forced her to look at him, feeling the need to maim and fight start to ebb as their fierce fuck turned into rough lovemaking. They didn't know whether the walls were sound-proof or not but they didn't care and eventually reached the pinnacle of pleasure before intertwining as a bloody, bruised, sated heap of flesh upon their shared bed. Jibril settled in close to her twin, spooning with him as her eyes looked at their entwined hands, hers so small and delicate compared to his. He stroked her hair back from her face, taking the time to kiss all the marks he had left on her body. This is just how it was for them. They didn't know any other way and it made sense since they had never learned to trust anyone but each other and even with the oaths they swore, they never let that trust that found a root to take hold and fester. They could never forgive or forget that Illuminati's 'men in white.'

"Sounds like we're in a dogfight out here..." Jibril said after a bit of silence, having felt the ship roll around during their tumble. Zaphkiel nodded before resting his head on her shoulder, letting out a long breath. The dragons had gone into hiding while their masters had 'fought' but soon came crawling out of their hiding spaces and curled up against Jibril's body, within reach of both Zaphkiel's and her hands. Stroking the little creatures, the pair remained in silence before eventually moving to put on some clothing. They changed into clean clothes much similar to their previous outfits before settling down to review the loot Jibril had salvaged for her own private collection. She rested between Zaphkiel's legs as he sat on the bed, her head resting back against his stomach as he watched her hands work on the different components. As much as he had a fondness for metal, he didn't have her glorified love and understanding of the material. His talents rested more with water.

"Should we go to the command deck and see if a battle is brewing?" Jibril asked after a moment.

"No. We don't need to see Illuminati dogs with technology they shouldn't have," Zaphkiel replied, moving to lay back on the bed, legs still encasing his twin as she worked. He had felt a presence brush against his mind while he was intimate with Jibril and he wondered if it had been that tracker man. He seemed...so different from the crew and so familiar to him that it wouldn't surprise him if he was a telepath or something. Shutting his eyes, he let his thoughts drift, listening to the sounds of metal and softly whispered breaths.

 

[darkangel76]

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

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As the ship seemed to settle out and go into a smoother ride, Aeryn felt her muscles suddenly relax. She slumped in her seat and let out a tiny breathy sigh as she glanced about at the Captain, Hunter and everyone else. It seemed that everyone wasn't worse for the wear, so that was good. But who were they speaking to over the intercom device? She bit her lip as she listened, wondering just what sort of adventures or dangers were in store for her now that Charon was behind her and an unknown future awaited, slowly unfolding a path that seemed dark and scary in so many ways. One thing was good though, she trusted the men she was with. She knew they'd make sure no harm came to her. They'd always been good to her people and the fact that they'd helped her just now spoke volumes of the sort of men they were. Given that, she'd follow them anywhere and have there back so long as she could defend them... not that she was the best at doing so. But she'd try. She always did.

Looking at the men, Aeryn tilted her head and blushed a little. "Thanks for the rescue," she said softly. "I owe you. Anything I can do to help around here. Please, let me know. I'll try my best."

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Danika 'Dani' Kennedy
Attire: The stitched top. 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: Unarmed
Location: The Black; On board the Kodiak.
Tagging: Anyone; Possibly Trystan; Zaphkiel; Laela; Jibril;
Time:October 1, 3075; Night.

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“Those lucky ducks…“ Those sounds were not lost on Danika, and in the room next to them, she could only grin. Granted, she had to admit that she was awfully jealous. It must have been nice to have an outlet like that, although with the comment that Trystan made earlier, she was sure that he was open for business whenever she decided she was feeling foxy. That would take some time, regardless. He was an attractive guy, with the mask and all. But it was really hard to ignore the banging twins slamming against each other a mere three feet away from her.

Her thoughts were cut short as the ship began vibrating and shaking about. Sounded like another battle was going on outside. Maybe it was something worth seeing. She made her way out of the room and into the command room, leaving her coat behind before leaning in the doorway and crossing her arms. She looked at the clusterfuck outside of the ship before parting her lips to speak.

“Maaaybe, it’s not what’s on the ship that’s important. Maybe it’s the fact that you just mowed down easily a hundred of their little grunts.” She said, leaving her arms crossed. There was a soft grin on her lips.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Laelestra Quentin (Laela)
Attire: Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, brown leather boots.
Weapon: None
Location: On board The Kodiak (in her room)
Tagging: Anyone; Trystan, Jibril, Danika, Zaphkiel
Time: October 1, 3075; Night.

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Laela heard many sounds coming from a nearby room. BANG! CRASH! To her it sounded like people were in the middle of a brawl and she wondered who could possibly be fighting. She also heard voices, muffled. And she was sure she heard two, one distinctly male while the other was distinctly female. She quirked a brow as she listened, blinking several times as a hand covered her bared chest. Her heart was pumping hard as the sounds got rougher and louder over time. Just... what were they doing? Just... When the noises stopped, her breath caught and she stood up, quickly moving to her door. She opened it up and peered outside. Where was everyone? She raced up the corridor looking for anyone who might be there. "Are people fighting?" she asked hesitantly, biting down on her lip, her cheeks a bit pink. "I think there might be a problem in one of the rooms."

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Danika 'Dani' Kennedy
Attire: The stitched top. 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: Unarmed
Location: The Black; On board the Kodiak.
Tagging: Anyone; Possibly Trystan; Zaphkiel; Laela; Jibril;
Time:October 1, 3075; Night.

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Danika heard a voice behind her, and she uncrossed her arms. She turned her head and turned to the side, pressing her spine flat against the frame of the door. Her lips twisted into a coy smile before she finally decided that she would part her lips to explain the situation that she knew Laela was addressing.

“Fighting? Yeah, no. They’re fucking. Like animals…” She told her before turning her head back towards the command room, crossing her arms again. “Lucky fucking bastards…” She mumbled under her breath, although it was likely that anyone listening to her could have heard what she said.

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Laelestra Quentin (Laela)
Attire: Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, brown leather boots.
Weapon: None
Location: On board The Kodiak (near the command room)
Tagging: Anyone; Trystan, Jibril, Danika, Zaphkiel
Time: October 1, 3075; Night.

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Laela's eyes went wide and her cheeks turned a deep shade of scarlet. "I... I... ohh..." she stammered, not sure what to say or how to respond. She bit down on her bottom lip and stood there, her hair askew and hanging loosely about her shoulders as she tried to process everything Danika had said. She was a bit naive in the ways of such things, but she still understood everything nonetheless. "I... I see..." She then looked down at the floor feeling a bit embarrassed, her heart racing as her mind began to fill with curious thoughts.

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Danika 'Dani' Kennedy
Attire: The stitched top. 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: Unarmed
Location: The Black; On board the Kodiak; Outside the Twin's door.
Tagging: Anyone; Zaphkiel; Laela; Jibril
Time:October 1, 3075; Night.

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Danika could only chuckle at Laela’s response to the news. And a grin stretched across her face as she pushed away from the door frame. She could practically see all of the curious thoughts twirling around in her mind before she finally began to approach the woman. Idly, Danika reached out, taking a strang of ths hair loose from her previous updo. She twirled it around her finger a bit before she stepped close, nude colored lips barely brushing the shell of her ear as she spoke, a hushed whisper.

“You’re a little old to be curious…” She purred softly, “Why don’t you start experimenting…?” She teased playfully. Although, it couldn’t be denied that she was being flirty. Eventually, she moved away from the girl and let her hair go before making her way down the hall. Those two were a little too comfortable. Time to shake things up a bit, in typical Danika fashion. She made her way to the door that she knew to be theirs, thanks to their earlier adventure and stood there for a minute, contemplating a dramatic entrance. Although she surely wasn’t going to just burst through the door like she owned the place. That was a good way to get shivved. So, instead, she opted for two rather loud knocks on the metal door.

“Knock, knooock~” She said, in a singsong voice. “Everyone alright in there? You two make quite the noise you know… Need some company? You’re awfully quiet now…” And of course, even though they couldn’t see it, the pale skinned pirate grinned behind the door.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

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

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As the Dragon's Fang lifted off Charon and started heading for the depths of space while being pursued by hostile Illuminati fighters, he did what he did best; keep the ship running at peak combat condition, unseenly patch up any problems before anyone else notices. The Illuminati fighters got a few near-hits that rocked the ship with explosive missiles even with the Dragon's Fang's sensor-bafflers, and Jakkon rushed through the walls and ducts of the ship, quietly re-setting things that were knocked out of alignment.

Soon enough, the fight was over, but there was another pirate ship nearby who was hailing the Fang and communicating with the captain. Jakkon of course monitored the communication and the things that were said, taking into account this new ship. On a private intercomm to the Captain from where he was in Engineering, Jakkon said "I'm analyzing that ship sir, and it's quite a doozy. It definitely outmasses us and seems much more solid. That said, as we always like to have plans just in case, if things go sour with them, our sensor baffler and smaller size should work in our favor to run circles around them. Still, while that ship isn't as extensively modified as ours, I can detect several irregularities from standard designs of that ship class, there's no telling what tricks they have up their sleeve."

After that, Jakkon then brought up monitors of the ship's internals and counted the newcomers. Curious, he crawled into the walls of the ship again like the gear-rat he was, eventually peeking from behind a vent-panel at the passengers. He watched them for a few minutes, but then ducked and fled when one of them happened to look towards his hiding place. All they saw was a brief moving shadow behind the vent.

Jakkon opened up comms to the captain again. "By the way, sir, who are the passengers we've picked up? What happened down there?"

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Laelestra Quentin (Laela)
Attire: Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, brown leather boots.
Weapon: None
Location: On board The Kodiak (near the command room)
Tagging: Anyone; Trystan, Jibril, Danika, Zaphkiel
Time: October 1, 3075; Night.

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Laela instantly raised a hand to her bared chest, her eyes blinking rapidly at Danika's suggestion of... experimenting. Was she... serious? What with the way she'd spoken to her and then stalked off, she had no doubt that she more than likely was. Swallowing hard, she just watched her leave and stood there for a few moments a bit flustered while trying to make sense of everything. Her cheeks were burning and she could feel her blush sweeping down her neck and over the swells of her breasts, just barely visible now that she'd taken off some of the layers of her dress along with her overcoats.

Well, one thing was for certain. Laela knew she wouldn't be experimenting with the pirate-woman. Her curiosities just didn't take her in that direction. Even still, she couldn't see herself doing much experimentation until she knew someone better, had their trust and... ahh, she supposed she was idealistic in many ways--a typical princess. It would probably make that woman laugh at her. Yes, she was curious. And she hoped the day would come. But... Feeling a bit out of place, she hung her head and took a few steps so that she could look into the command room just a few more feet up the way.

"Where are we heading, captain?" Laela then asked, her voice a bit soft, defeated even. "I heard you talking to another."

 

[razerwing]

Name (Nickname): Hotshot
Attire: light body armor
Weapon: combat knife,
Location: The Black
Tagging: Anyone; Laelestra; Jibril, Zack, Danika, Hunter, Seth, & Skylar
Time: October 1 3075; Night

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The pirate chuckled when Danni brought up what he had done to the Illuminati ships. Before she left, he chuckled, shaking his head. "I've been doing that for a while hun. They must've gotten used to it by now." That's when something unexpected happened. Trystan, by pure luck it seemed, had not had the radio transmitting anything after his initial message. Eventually, he learned that the walls to his ship were not soundproof, as proved by a rather loud...... scream as well as a few things getting knocked around. He chuckled, shaking his head, waiting a few seconds before tapping his tracker on the shoulder. "Would you mind going to tell them to keep it down? I can't exactly talk to this guy if they're fucking like a pair of wild things back there. Apparently the metal inside isn't thick enough." The tracker nodded and stood, chuckling to himself as he made his way to the room. When he got there, he noticed instantly that the pirate-girl had beat him to it. "Oi, lemme get past ya love." He shouldered his way past, rapping loudly on the door. "Hey, guys, I know you like each other, but we haven't soundproofed the walls and Captain is making a deal. Now, we don't mind you guys making that much noise, but it does get a little distracting, so next time keep it down. Okay? Okay." He chuckled again, sending out a small telepathic wave into the room which by now he was sure the twins would pick up. With that done, he made his way back to his post, brushing by the princess on the way.

Trystan looked back at Laela, smiling at her warmly. "We're going to Erabos, my home planet, to discuss the terms of your release. Tell me, who was it you were going to see out there in Charon? Had to have been someone important, and judging by the bodies my guys found, you really are the only survivor from that ship." He chuckled at her, tilting his head, but not moving from his spot. "The quicker you tell us what we need to know, the quicker you can get home, and get us out of your hair. I may be a pirate, but I'd like to think of myself as honest...... most of the time." He chuckled again, taking the comms device in his hand. "Well, since you so kindly asked, we were heading back to Erabos to restock on our ammo. We've got just enough to take out another fleet of those Illuminati ships." He didn't want them to start thinking he was defenseless now. "You're welcome to tag along if you want, although I'm not sure if payment will be necessary. Depends on what you have I'm afraid." He smiled to himself, sitting down in the seat, turning the ship around and nodding at O'Hare. "I'll be seeing you lovelies at Erabos then." With that, he cut the comms, signalling for the jump to begin. In a few seconds, they were gone, on their way to Erabos.

(Exits to Erabos)

 

[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:The Black
Tagging:Aeryn, Seth, Hunter, Valkyrie, Jakkon, Trystan
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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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:The Black
Tagging:Aeryn, Hunter, Sky, Valkyrie, Jakkon, Trystan
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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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:The Black
Tagging:Aeryn, Seth, Sky, Valkyrie, Jakkon, Trystan
Time:October 1, 3075; Night

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Sky listened as Jakkon spoke and when he was finished Sky responded, "Roger that Jakkon, thanks for the info" ,he said. He then went back to talking to Trystan, "Erabos eh? We'll see you there" ,he stated in response to the man. "We're heading to Erabos guys, gonna meet this mystery help there maybe we can cut some deals" ,he told his crew. The man wasn't too worried about meeting the man he had gotten a decent vibe and after all he and his crew had just helped them out.

"No worries Miss, I'm sorry we couldn't save you all though" ,Seth stated. It wasn't that the men worried too much about trying to save the day it was the simple fact that they hated the Illuminati and did everything they could to work against them. What happened to the young woman's settlement was completely fucked up and unnecessary in his opinion and he knew that it was just the Illuminati pushing their weight around and showing off.

When Hunter heard Erabos he let out a small laugh, "Home sweet home" ,he muttered to himself. The man knew the planet relatively well seeing as he was born there and lived on it for years before meeting Sky. He then looked to Aeryn and Valkyrie, "You guys ready to land? Might wanna hold on to something it can get pretty bumpy" ,he informed them before they began to land.

(Exits to Erebos)

 

[darkangel76]

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

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Aeryn nodded in acknowledgment when she heard them talk about heading toward Erebos and following the ship that had helped them during the skirmish that had broken out on Charon's surface and even in its skies. She hoped whatever else they had to offer it would be of help to the men who'd rescued her. They definitely deserved it after what they'd done. Gripping onto the armrest of her seat, hoping she wouldn't slide around too much and all the while trying to hold the ice pack to her wrist, she braced herself for heading onward to Erebos and whatever fate had in store for her there.

(Exits to Erebos)

 

[darkangel76]

Name (Nickname): Laelestra Quentin (Laela)
Attire: Golden brown gown showing off some leg and ankle, brown leather boots.
Weapon: None
Location: On board The Kodiak (near the command room)
Tagging: Anyone; Trystan, Jibril, Danika, Zaphkiel
Time: October 1, 3075; Night.

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With her head still hung low, Laela nodded slightly. "I was going to visit my cousin, Hal," she began slowly, her tone soft and even. "Maybe you know who he is? Halmir Quinn? He leads Charon and has for quite some time." She let out a tiny sigh. "I was to visit him for a spell, keep him company I suppose." She looked up at the captain. "Maybe he was just homesick for Helios. That was where we grew up," she offered. "Anyway, something happened as we approached and the ship went down. We lost contact with Headquarters and I don't know if he's been able to get a search and rescue team out to find me or anyone else yet."

Laela sounded defeated as she spoke, not even bothering to lie. What was the point? He'd see through it or someone would and where would that leave her? In a far worse situation than she already was in. The problem now, she wasn't even sure if Hal had sent a team to actually look for her and with her gone from the crash site... who knew what he might do or try or if he even truly cared. Regardless, something felt off. And if this man tried to bring her back to Helios, no respectable Illuminati would agree to his terms. Not with her parents dead. She wasn't worth much any more. Now she was just a woman floundering with nothing.

"Well, I suppose I'll go back to my room now," Laela said quietly, feeling her heart get heavier and heavier with each passing moment. "I suppose we can talk more on Erebos." At that, she walked back up the corridor toward her room.

(Exits to Erebos)

 

[Hahvoc The Decepticon]

Name (Nickname): Jibril [Jack]
Attire: Light blue, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, black cargo pants with dark red suspenders, black and blue knee high socks, 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; Night

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Name (Nickname): Zaphkiel [Zack]
Attire: Red tank-top, black cargo pants, dark green 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; Night

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As Zaphkiel thought over his latest tryst with Jibril, he had recalled hearing…something or someone outside their door telling them to keep it down. No matter. They didn’t really care to be quiet or to do as others said unless it was imperative. Well, it wasn’t their fault everyone else was a voyeur. With Dujin curled up on his stomach and sleeping soundly, Zaphkiel hummed a tune that only he and Jibril knew. Occasionally, it made them think of their artificial womb and wondered if some woman had been around during their incubation. They didn’t know and didn’t particularly care. What they did care about was that the tune was soothing and that it had calmed them on more than one occasion. Hearing the knocks on the door and then one person followed by another person speaking, the twins sighed in unison before Jibril threw a heavy but padded object at the door panel to open it for the pirate woman. Jibril kept tinkering with some metal pieces, forming the base of a handle of something. She had galactic rubber tubes laying next to her while Sabbin was curled up around her shoulders, watching her hands move the shiny things and chattering at the different pieces.

“We don’t need company but you need to be involved somewhere, yeah? The deck is probably boring and claustrophobic with the little princess brat out there. We heard her leave her room. Quite a shock you must of given her trying to explain what we were up to,” Jibril said idly, having the slightest grin on her face while she worked. Sabbin looked at Danika with her big metallic blue eyes and blinked twice before looking back at what Jibril was doing. Jibril gave her a little head scratch before giving her a small scrap of meat to eat from a pouch somewhere.

“Did you enjoy the ambiance?” Zaphkiel said with a small chuckle, looking over at Danika as his head was cradled by his arms. She looked practically naked in that outfit and Zaphkiel had to admit it wasn’t a sore sight to look at. Maybe she could give Jibril some tips on what to-

“Ow!” He grunted, having felt Jibril’s elbow knock into his shin. He got a few choice words in his mind on what fashion tips he needed to stay away from before he said that Danika was an attractive being and that Jibril should be less hostile if they wanted more play time. Jibril had to admit he was correct before actually looking up at her as if taking in her appearance for the first time. Which, in truth, she was since metal always had her attention unless Zaphkiel was involved.

“My, my, aren’t you just utterly exposed. Looking for something, huh?” Jibril gave her a coy smile, still tinkering with the metal pieces that were in her hand, forming some kind of small device. Sabbin blinked curiously at Danika, big eyes wide and curious. It wasn't long before they felt the ship change some of it's positioning, heading for some unknown destination that mattered very little to them. However, they quickly felt the need to check out where they were heading and with a subtle shrug to Danika, they left her there knowing that if she touched anything, she would lose whatever hand associated with the theft. Moving to the front of the ship, the twins leaned against a wall, watching the stars' light fly past them. It wouldn't be long now before they were heading to whatever planet they were headed for and assumed it was the desert planet that they were semi-fond of. Barely patient, they awaited their landing on the strange planet as the ship dropped of of Phase Space.

[Exit to Erebos]

 

[Rogue]

Name (Nickname): Danika 'Dani' Kennedy
Attire: The stitched top. 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: Unarmed
Location: The Black; On board the Kodiak; In the doorway of the command room.
Tagging: Anyone; Zaphkiel; Laela; Jibril
Time:October 1, 3075; Night.

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Danika found her face falling into a scowl as she was nudged aside by the tracker. She was very capable of passing on the message herself, but she merely crossed her arms and allowed him to state his business before shooting him a nasty look as he walked away. Before long, a loud ‘thud’ was heard, and the door whirred open, allowing her to lean in the doorway with her arms crossed and talk to them .She listened to Jibril’s answer before chuckling herself and shrugging.

“Wasn’t so much as a shock, really. Although I think it was rather close to explaining ‘the birds and the bees’ to a toddler. She’s quite naïve. I think it’s… cute.” She said, her eyes falling to the little dragon resting on Jibril’s shoulders. It was rather… adorable. And DanI didn’t really have a soft spot of… cute things. But, she supposed she could definitely make an exception for a dragon. She’s have to make a note to get one herself. But that was neither her nor there, and before long, Zaphkiel asked her a question that caught her attention. Did she… enjoy the ambiance?

“Well….” She started, tossing the piece of scrap metal back into it’s appropriate box, of what she assumed was the appropriate box. “I suppose that’s one word for it. The two of you sure know how to put on a show, got to say, I’m a bit jealous of that.” Danika didn’t suppose there was any point in sugarcoating the truth. It had made her crave intimacy that she hadn’t had in a while. However, shortly after she answered, Zack had been elbowed by his twin. She quirked a brow, she supposed the question had been relatively inappropriate. Again it wasn’t here or there, and soon her curiosity was cut short by Jibril commenting on the amount of skin she was showing off. She looked down at herself and ran her fingers along the belt around her waist before speaking.

“Do you not like it? I could always take it off, but I’m afraid that would leave me with nothing but a fur coat… Unless that’s your thing?” She offered a playful grin that she wasn’t she Jibril had seen. Before long, the ship changed positioning and it caught Danika’s attention. She cast her gaze down the hall towards the command room. Something must have been going on, and just as soon as the twins exited the room, Danika was right behind them. She stood in the doorway of the command room, it was sure to be her thing, leaning there with her arms crossed.

{Exit to Erebos}

 

[DJBayview]

Name: Sol Invictus
Attire: His usual purple suit.
Weapon: Himself.
Location: The Black, The Hammer, Deck 3 [Sol's Deck], Meeting room.
Tagging: Halmir Quinn, anyone in the area.
Time: October 1, 3075; night.

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"Good, now that we're off that rock I can enjoy... Bourbon." He said to himself merrily as he poured the triple-distilled grain whisky over the ice within his chilled tumbler. "I personally find the best Bourbon to be aged for 28 and a half years within Sherry casks." He smelled the flavor and tasted the alcohol. "Simply divine." Sol sighed. He moved to the head of the meeting room table and made a waving motion with his hand, a holographic representation of Thalassa appeared over the middle of the table. "Now then... to business." He began to think to himself while awaiting the company of Hal and his... side-kick.

 

[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: 'The Black' (on board The Hammer, Deck 3 [Sol's Deck], Meeting Room)
Tagging: Anyone; Sol Invictus, Gehenna.
Time: October 1, 3075; Night

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Hal wasted no time in preparing to leave Charon and then boarding Sol's ship, The Hammer. He was pleased to leave the waste of a planet behind and hopeful at starting what could potentially be a fruitful future--provided cards were played correctly--on the ocean planet of Thalassa. As he made his way to Sol's deck, he leaned in close to Gehenna and whispered so that only she could hear him.

"Henna, I want to ensure that we have a bit of leverage amongst the elite, some sympathy. It might not have as much pull as our Mr. Invictus here given his name and influence, but it'll still have some. I want my cousin found. Her name is still quite powerful and has meaning for the Illuminati. If she's out there, I want her found. Keep in touch with Kazad and see to it that the cheapest, yet best bounty hunter is found to find her. I want this bit kept quiet. Once we have her, she will have pull in bringing in sympathy. I have a feeling she's been through a bit if something went wrong and managed to survive. We will come off as heroes and she'll be in need of care. They won't want her staying on Charon." He gave the woman a nod, knowing full well she'd understand that he needed to flex muscle here and let anyone who might have taken his cousin understand that he called the shots. Not them. He'd get her back on his terms. Yes, she'd understand. After all, she was the only one he truly trusted.

Hal then stood up and continued onward toward Sol's deck where the man was waiting for him. He greeted him with a warm smile and a nod. His eyes went to the bourbon and his smile broadened. The man definitely had taste.

"Business indeed, Mr. Invictus," Hal said as he moved about the meeting table. "And impeccable taste as always," he complimented, his eyes then going to the holographic image. "We can start there." He pointed to a city. "Equatoria City. Zeema runs rampant there."