[System]
Race: Hailing from the planet Solun, a planet host to ammonia based life, the Syndari first established themselves in the galactic community as aggressive imperialists, quickly colonizing nearby planets whether they be settled already or not, terraforming planets to suit their needs. They spread far and wide, subjugating species after species under their iron fists and quickly becoming feared terrors among their galaxy. It was only through a coalition of several galactic civilizations and a coordinated uprising of all their slave species did the Syndari Empire stumble and fall, the entirety of the Syndari people forced to retreat back to Solun.

It would be many years before the Syndari dared to venture off planet and recolonize their local solar system, long after the last whispers of their past had faded, and it was only very recently that the Syndari have been reintroduced back into the galaxy, this time as a keen and amiable mercantile race with perhaps not-so-surprisingly elite mercenary forces.

The Syndari are a primarily mercantile race quickly becoming some of the most renowned traders throughout the known universe despite having relatively recently joined the galactic community at large. While formally holding no standing army, their interests are primarily protected by Syndari private military contractors, acting as the race's pseudo-military force and regular soldiers of fortune. Solun, their homeworld, lies far beyond the normal lifezones of its twin stars. However, the world has a high pressure greenhouse atmosphere that traps enough heat to support an ammonia-based biochemistry. As a result, the Syndari have to wear high pressure suits and breathers when dealing with other species due to typical nitrogen-oxygen air being poisonous to them, and in the low pressures tolerable to most species Syndari would actually be split apart.

An interesting note about the Syndari race is that despite being newcomers to the galactic community, ruins and items reminiscent of ancient Syndari culture have been found all throughout their galaxy, suggesting that the Syndari had been a space faring race in the ancient past. However, little records exist of the time many archaeologists would date this Syndari culture.

WARNING: Many Syndari exhibit signs of mild socio- or psychopathy in comparison to many other galactic species. However they are commonly devoid of the aggressive or irresponsible traits of the antisocial personality disorder.

Appearance:

Equipment:
* Ranged Weapon

The Synapse Armaments 679 Blaster Rifle is the embodiment of the trope "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." Mechanically very similar to their previous Model 673 and is in essence just a minor upgrade to the rifle, the 679 boasts a greater charge capacity with a more efficient rechargeable battery pack. The only other difference was that the gun's design has been streamlined and focused on creating a professional look for the professional soldier. Otherwise the weapon still packs the same, deadly punch of its predecessor.

* Uses high powered and dense energy beams to melt through flesh and armor alike
* 150 round energy pack
* Effective range of far enough to kill you

* Sidearm

The Synapse Armament 574 plasma weapon favors power over control; saying it has a bit of a recoil is an understatement. This made the 574 the weapon of choice for thugs, pirates, and other persons of unsavory natures due to it's high firepower and intimidation factor when the weapon fires.

* Fires bolts of superheated plasma that can burn through two inches of solid titanium alloy
* Uses heatsinks to provide quick cooldown of weapon

* Other

One of Emtek's first forays into the robotics field, the original Ardie proved to be popular with a wide number of people as it saw use with government armies to bounty hunters to everything that lied in between. The Mark I has since been phased out by later Mark II and III models, but there are a few that still float around, providing testament to the Mark I's reliable nature.

* Equipped with a simple AI focused in scouting and reconnaissance [MODIFIED TO INCLUDE STATE OF THE ART HACKING AND TRANSLATION FUNCTIONS]
* Video feed can be transmitted to over a range of 1000km without the use of satellites [MODIFIED TO BE ABLE TO TRANSMIT UP TO 9000KM]
* Equipped with 4m self defense shock probe [MODIFIED TO BE RETROFITTED WITH 2 HANDGUNS OR ITEMS OF EQUIVALENT SIZE]
* [INSTALLED WITH STATE OF THE ART TRANSLATION SOFTWARE / ERROR: FAILURE TO COMPLY FOLLOWING COMMAND "UNINSTALL FOUL LANGUAGE SUBROUTINE"]
* [MODIFIED TO BE ABLE TO RECEIVE AND TRANSMIT ANY COMMUNICATION FREQUENCIES]
* [MODIFIED WITH STATE OF THE ART STEALTH SYSTEMS]

* Blast radius of 30m

* Releases an explosion of superheated plasma
* Lethal radius of 10m; Wounding radius of 12m

Bio: Born into the average mercantile family on Solun, Sevyn lived a fairly average life. She grew up, went to school, and earned an unrecorded juvenile streak miles wide. However, she had an unusually keen interest in spacecrafts of all shapes and sizes having been introduced to the racing scene while still in the early stages of her life and could often be found spectating flying crafts of all shapes and sizes when she wasn't about mucking up trouble.

It wasn't long before she got into the scene itself. Like many she started the lowest of the low, a pilot jockey that was willing to get into flying bucket if only to feel the roar of an engine beneath her and the simple rush of being able to fly. It was also her only real escape once her parents disowned her and left the young Syndari to her own devices after too many years of having to harbor what they perceived as a criminal under their household. Luckily, Sevyn proved herself to be more than just a simple jockey by winning nearly every race that she competed in, creating a legend for herself in the underground circuit. Such great fame usually also came with great money, which she used to further herself toward becoming a ship engineer and an actual certified spacecraft pilot.

Yet the Syndari could not tear herself away from the racing scene which would unfortunately lead to a series of events where she would steal a prominent mercenary captain's prized fighter craft, get caught, and then by law become the property of said mercenary captain which were arguably the worst years of her life.

Although mainly because there was this one time where the captain forced Sevyn to lick a toilet clean and becoming bedridden for days afterwards.

Otherwise if was a complete blast of time as the mercenary captain had given the Syndari a brief two hour crash course on how to aim a gun and shoot it without killing herself before dropping her off in the middle of the mission with the rest of his merry band of mercenaries, acting as only mere cannon fodder alongside all the other servants the mercenary band had happened to accrue over the years. Amazingly, Sevyn didn't die at the end of the first month of her servitude, which was reason enough for the mercenary captain to prematurely end her lifelong sentence and recruit her into his company of killers-for-hire. She could not forget her love for ship however, and since no one in the mercenary band would ever trust her piloting anything ever again due to a second incident with a prized cruiser of a different mercenary captain, she resigned herself to endlessly studying countless ship manuals and staying up late nights reading ghost stories of various spacecraft lost to the depths of space forever.

So naturally, when she heard one of these ghost ships, the Lone Star, had come back from whatever empty grave it had gone to, she knew she had to board it and discover all its secrets. Unfortunately, she knew the mercenary band would never entertain the idea of having to compete with almost literally millions if not billions of people just for the chance to board some dead, deadly, derelict dreadnought. So she did the most logical thing, which was to steal a third mercenary captain's prized corvette (admittedly a little less ambitious than usual), rush off to the nearest spaceport, ring up the nearest United Alliance Navy base and wait for their inevitable reply of yes.

Skills:
* Fantasticly reckless pilot
* Fantastic mechanical engineer
* Skilled marksman

Non-standard Abilities:
* The absolute best at hijacking prized spacecraft

Quote: "Okay, I get that you're angry and that I completely ruined your ship, but MAN weren't we going so awesomely fast?"

[User]
"There's a lever inside the airlock, on the upper left side of the outer hatch. Yank it down and the umbilical will deploy. You can fine tune it using the monitor just below the lever and the controls beside it. Won't be needing a perfect lock, just one good enough to hold pressure until you get the party aboard." @SimplyJohn

"Perfect." Mez replied. He moved to spring into action but the droids' change of movement caught his eye. "Looks like time's about to run out." He stated before moving back into rear bay. Quickly scouring the ship, his eyes fell on a equipment locker towards the end of the bay. He'd need a comm-link headset to be able to communicate with the Gygan outside. Mez crossed the bay in less that five strides and wrenched open the locker door. The following smirk on his face meant he'd found what he was looking for; a powerful shortwave comm-link headset. All he needed now was to cannibalize it for the transmitter and insert it into one of the many sub-ports of his Direct Neural Interface. He could use his body to amplify the transmission range and communicate with Hundred.

Before he'd finished thinking of what he wanted to do, Mez was already walking towards the airlock, the transmitter was now sending out radio waves at 200% more power which allowed the waves to be able to cut through space. "Hundred, do you copy? Come in, Hundred. I am going to release the shuttle's umbilical early using the manual override. I need you to ensure a positive lock on with the Lone Star, nothing perfect but enough to pressurize the walkway. We have less than 5 minutes ETA on an asteroid shower which'll mean mission failure if we don't do this now."

Mez punched the control panel of the airlock, pressurizing the small room. It took a few seconds but far longer than it needed. Once he was inside, he followed the Pilot's direction. True to his word, the lever was there. Mez pulled it which activated a series of loud clunks and a hissing sound. 'The umbilical must be moving.' He quickly turned his gaze to the monitor and keyed in a few simple commands via the control pad. Like everything else on board the shuttle, the computer systems proved rudimentary. So Mez only had to alter a few sub-routines in order to exact the optimum speed efficiency for the extending walkway.

[Assistant]
Hundred's frown had never left. It certainly didn't change when the ships macrobot accompaniment swarmed out of the arresting airlock. With a thought she impelled the Dust further into the airlocks mechanisms. Ah. There was the problem. She should have checked first. Her comm crackled. She snarled at the pilots castigation. He was right to berate her. She had not performed as she had tacitly implied.

Hundred took a moment in the flurry of activity around her person. She examined the Star bots' movement patterns. They may have been upkeep drones, trapped in a process loop, unable to perform their scheduled maintenance due to the faulty door mechanism. No, not faulty, sabotaged. The bots surrounded her, the emitters on their cutting lasers adjusting. Her frown deepened even further. Hostile then. She was more interested in the one maneuvering over to her micro-channel. They had the wherewithal to target her Dust. Curious. Her comm was filled with the beam of another of her mission mates. The Visipian. Hundred did not like the Visipians. The Consortium did not like them either, but she didn't see that as much of a point in their favor. They were dogmatic, fascistic, too much like the Consortium for comfort. But their methods were barbarous. Conquest. War. Wasteful. But most damning of all, they possessed technologies that Gyges had yet to replicate. Divine Energy. A superstitious designation. A weak grip upon the fire whose secrets they alone had discovered. But he had given her a gift. A goal. Redemption. Five minutes.

"It will be done in one." Hundred raised her arms, fingers flickering tactile commands. Dust around her compacted and formed, layer upon layer of tightly packed Fullerenes wrapped around each other, growing, hardening, sharpening. From Dust to dagger, little black spikes of graphene, bristling around her in a satellite sphere. She looked around herself at the busy little bots. So large, so few, so primitive. Her hand waved dismissively. Her teeth bared. It was almost a smile. Punching into the closest hostile robots, the spikes split upon intentional faults, fragmenting into flechettes, shredding the interiors of the bots trying to unseat her footing. Striding forwards a second wave of spikes formed to deal with the rest of the offensive constructs. She flexed her right hand, just above her open palm another longer, leaner blade began to form the constructing edge of it's black blade radiating a sharp golden glow. She stepped over the half-melted lip of the plating she was standing on, moving back towards the airlock. Her other hand waved dismissively again, the second set of spikes shot forth to enforce her lethal contempt for the machines that had lost her face.

It would be done in the next 47 seconds. She was keeping count.

[User]
The moment the tiny little bots began firing their lasers, Sevyn fired into the swarm, jumping from target to target. She felt the shuttle beneath her inching every slowly forward as it clumsily tried to align itself with the open airlock. She considered the idea of throwing one of her EMP grenades into the two meter hole, a relatively easy target, but deemed it too risky once the shuttle started extending its umbilical tube.

Once the tube started moving, Sevyn moved herself to its lip, still firing at the droids as the silent thump, thump, thump of her magnetic boots causing a dull reverb throughout the umbilical.

Meanwhile Jemini tried to make herself useful by calculating the trajectory of the tube and sending the necessary minor adjustments needed to align it with the Lone Star to the shuttle pilot while she took shots at the stationary droids. She chirped and whirred angrily, even beeping once to express her extreme displeasure at having to work with the current shuttle pilot, though the droid couldn't place a value on either Sevyn's or the less-than-adequate shuttle pilot's maneuvering, seeing as how both were equally annoying.

Sevyn was edging out on top though, considering she was standing at the lip of tube, ready to snap herself into the tube right before it would attach to the Lone Star instead of staying outside of taking care of all the bots all because of her stupid desire to be the first inside the derelict dreadnought.

But then again, why else would she have teamed up with a bunch of ruffians if the rest couldn't handle themselves in a little scrap.


[System]
Appearance:

Personality: Mithias is lost in an eternal and futile struggle to maintain his morality. He really doesn't have a clue anymore what's right or wrong but can't resist the pursuit of the idea. He's forgotten a lot of his past, and not willingly. Vague memories and familiarities resurface every now and again, leaving his questions unanswered. Having no idea what events left him this way, he forgoes ever hoping to learn and forces himself to move on, helping others instead of caring about his own past. He's fairly friendly. Surviving is a lot easier with allies.

Abilities:

Mind-ward
Pyrokinesis
Telekinesis
Blood-drinking (health and power gain)
Fast-healing/regeneration
Supernatural level speed and strength
Unaging
Basic fighting

Equipment:

Swords, Jacket, guns, claws, etc.

Origin: Hell's Coffee Lounge
Theme Song: To be decided.

[User]
@thewizardguy

 "...You are one freaky son of a bitch..." Martin says, looking over Xelrath's new form. "..Also, tell your friends that if I find anything not relating to the power core messed with, I'm going to surgically implant my boots, up their asses. I have enough boots to facilitate this." Martin adds, pointing to Remuss with that one. He also then blinks, before pulling out his pda, and activating a cell phone app on it. "Yo. Suzzi? Yea. Some guys are coming to fix the station. They might try to fuck with you. If they do, detain them, and call me. I'll be back there in a flash to sort things." He says, a female voice chiming back in mono-tone. "Yes sir."
 "Suzzi is the station AI. She's unshackled. If your boys try to fuck with her, do know, they will not be harmed, other than possibly small electric shocks intended to incapacitate. If you got a problem with that, let me stay here so we can avoid...problems. Also, don't try sneaky shit, or I'll know...I'll know..." He warns, squinting a bit at the space marines. "That no AI law, to me, is a tad bs. Suzzi's been good to me, so I'd prefer she is left unharmed. She does have control over the station's doors, and security systems. The reason is, why I trust her, is because I made her. With a brain. Of my friend who was dying, and I had no other way to save her...." He begins, before frowning, sighing deeply. "...Fuck man. Almost dying is emotionally fucking draining. I can't handle all of these feels..." He mutters, pulling out a flask of whisky, taking a few gulps, (yes, gulps.) before putting it back into his lab coat.

 "..Booze isn't illegal in your territory, is it?" Martin asks Remuss.

[Assistant]
- Vulkan/Dave Grimm -

The Black Dragon Commander nodded, and stood, although his mask hid any thoughts he might have as he looked over his new commander. Inside his armour, the warrior stood over two meters tall, towering above the vampire. While Mithias might have been tall for his time, he found himself consistently dwarfed by the superhuman Astartes. "Yes, sir. I will ensure that the company functions fully. My name is Dave Grimm, of the Third Company." Dave's voice came out sounding almost mechanical through the mask's many filters, although it was still perfectly audible. he placed his fist over his heart, in an age-old sign of respect, before turning to a nearby console. He seemed to start typing something in when Mithias once more approached Vulkan.

Vulkan, for his part, turned grim at the vampire's words. Much of what he said bothered him greatly. This meant that this vampire, Alucard, possessed some kind of control-based ability, linked to blood. Perhaps this was related to how this creature controlled the Tyranid, something that had previously been believed to be impossible. But it was important to gain as much information on vampires as possible, and the previously summoned techpriests busily recorded every word Mithias spoke, creating a database dedicated to information gathered on vampires in general, and Alucard in particular.

When the towering titan next spoke, his voice held no humour. "You state that your species possesses the ability to control those linked to you by blood, and then in the same breath dare demand that I drink yours? You are certainly an interesting fellow, to so brazenly demand such a thing." Mithias might recognize at this point that his wording had been... unfortunate. Vulkan knew that he could easily force the vampire to give up his blood. He could rip off the creature's arms before it had even blinked. But such things were pointless. "Know that I grant you command, and rank, because you have earned my respect. Know also that respect is a mutual thing. Your men shall command nothing of you, save that you lead them well. You shall command nothing of me, but that I treat you with the respect you have earned. No more and no less, Mithias Vladomere. I may not be your master, but I am not your equal. Remember this." For a moment, Vulkan retained his stern stance, glaring down at the vampire, who barely came up to the Primarch's midriff.

"However, for this once, I shall deign to agree to your request. However, you will agree to allow my scientists to take a sample of your blood, that it may be studied in a laboratory." This was not a request, and no amount of arguing would be accepted. If necessary, Vulkan would happily manhandle the newly appointed commander to acquire what he wanted.

Such things out of the way, the Primarch caught the drop of blood on the tip of his finger, and placed it in his mouth. The taste of blood was foreign to him, as unlike many other chapters, the Salamanders did not eat their dead. But even he could tell this blood was abnormal, and as it entered his system, he could feel a pull. A strange pounding sensation, a tug, as if he found himself in a maelstrom. Looking around, he found himself staring at a spot on the wall, drawn to what was beyond. It was like the Emperor's own beacon, if His light were shrouded with darkness. It was faint enough that it might have gone unnoticed, but strong enough that he could not ignore it, not now that he knew it was there. This force that was there, this beacon of power. This was somehow connected to how this Alucard had taken control of the Tyranid swarm. Vulkan sighed, rubbing his temples, and waited a moment for his vision to clear.

Primarch immune systems were well beyond superhuman, and the vampiric blood was rapidly eliminated as a potential threat. The effects faded fast, but the memories would last far longer. Vulkan sighed, knowing that this experience had shown him something, even if he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. "Very well. You are dismissed, Vladomere. Try not to get your men killed." He turned and vanished, engulfed by the bright white and blue energies of the Unity system.

"Sir, as the new commander, you must be introduced to the men. And I have readied the armoury." Meanwhile, Dave had managed to open a portal to the Black Dragons armoury, through which Mithias would be allowed to re-arm himself with the finest weaponry available to the Angels of Death. He would find himself presented with Bolters, Lasguns, and a variety of power weapons. Sets of sabers, engulfed in a thin field of energy designed to break down molecular bonds, allowing them to slice through even the toughest weaponry. The mighty chainsword, in a variety of colourful renditions. An armoured gauntlet, containing ancient technology that massively augmented the strength of anyone who used it. Claws wreathed in powerful energy, capable of incinerating anything that merely grazed them. The weapons were both numerous and incredible, making Soldier's most advanced armaments look like child's toys. Dave nodded. "Take what you need. Unfortunately, you will not be able to use a suit of Power Armour, lacking the proper implants." In order for Mithias to properly use that particular piece of gear, he would need to undergo the full process of space marinification, although it was dubious whether or not it would even work, and certainly too lengthy to even be considered at the moment.

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@supertinyking

- Rhemus, Dark Angels -

Sighing, Rhemus resorted to his physical sight. This creature was almost as bad as a blank. Or a Tyranid. It seemed to suppress any background energy around it, and scientifically speaking it was rather amazing it had any colour other than black. Although it's vanity might have caused it to allow physical light to escape it, merely to ensure it looked like anything other than an obsidian blob. Prolonged exposure might be uncomfortable, but Rhemus had been well trained to avoid such hazards, and he knew better than to extend his thoughts in the direction of the creature. "Rest assured, there are many ways to deal with creatures such as yourself. You are not the first beings to have been killed, believing itself impervious." At this point the creature's arrogance had become a constant nagging annoyance, in addition to an odd snappiness, which appeared to be Rhemus' natural emotional response to the draining effect. It was just another thing he would need to suppress, thought Rhemus, as they started their ascent.

Meanwhile, Martin went on a bit of a ramble, probably a hefty release of adrenaline after a day of constant looming death. Had Rhemus not been trained to lack such emotions, he might have felt sympathy for the strange little mutant. It even deluded the creature into threatening the Imperium, something the librarian saw fit to ignore. "Be aware, that if your station is found to attack members of the Imperium, it will most likely be destroyed. I would advise you keep this in mind. I cannot guarantee what the Adeptus Mechanicum will do to your station, but at the very least it will be thoroughly searched, and your nuke disabled. We cannot have rampant bombs on the loose, and most certainly not in Imperial airspace. Most likely.... Suzi.... will also be disconnected from the system, although she will not be harmed in any way. AI is considered here-" Rhemus swallowed his own tongue, seeming to turn pale for a brief moment before regaining his composure. The other marines exchanged knowing glances as Rhemus quite literally choked on his own words.

"Ugh. I mean, it is considered dangerous to connect AI to important systems, as they are considered unreliable. If your words are true, your AI friend might be classified as a sentient mind in a different form, a non-artificial intelligence being kept in digital format. While I admit that I am not an expert on modern Imperial law, this might allow her to bypass the AI laws. But you will need to take such things up with the Adeptus Administratum." The word 'heresy' had recently dramatically decreased in usage by the Dark Angels. When they had first emerged into this world and found their Emperor resurrected, they had been overjoyed. Unfortunately it appeared there had been some errors in the old Imperium's interpretation of His word, and He had felt the need to condense over a thousand years of fatherly disappointment in a mere few days. This had left the marines rather distraught, but dedicated in following His NEW word, and trying to compensate for their apparent lack of understanding in the last 10.000 years.

As for the station, it mattered little whether or not the security resisted. The Adeptus Mechanicum was stunningly persistent, and at best he'd get the place bombed before they examined the scrap. Not that he thought it would come to that, considering the fact that the Salamanders might be deployed to deal with this. A small group of those would easily deal with any enemies within, and he doubted the minor stun weapons would have any real effect on Astartes in the first place. But it was the mutant's right to try and defend his home, and Rhemus was not going to get into another argument. Besides, this was a good time to see what the creature's judgement would be, faced with the odds as they were.

[Assistant]
Mithias nodded to Dave in acknowledgement of his introduction and continued to hold his finger aloft. Vulkan's expression became grave, yet the vampire held his offer open patiently. Only the blood itself could tell Vulkan what he really wanted to know, and it was not something that could be discovered in a lab. Mithias remained silent and straight faced as Vulkan spoke, for he too was serious.

When Vulkan tasted the blood sample, he wasn't the only one affected. For a second, Mithias was able to sense the giant's life force, and it was immense. His lips parted in quiet awe as he watched. Satisfied with the reaction he saw, Mithias in kind ate the cookie he had been holding. A few crumbs tumbled to the floor. Mithias had all but forgotten what food tasted like. It was... sweet, but not only in flavor. Kindness had been baked into that treat, or perhaps it was the ex-human's imagination. Nevertheless, he felt like it was so.

Inhaling sharply, Mithias straightened. Just as he had promised, no harm had been done to the primarch, and now he could respond. "It will be as you say. For the duration of this war, we are allies and you are my commander, nothing more and nothing less." He spoke flatly, professionally. "Take another blood sample from me for your scientists if you must, although I doubt you will learn much more." Mithias knew he in no position to stop them anyhow, for as much as he was currently a part of the Imperial army, he was also partly a refugee and a captive. That fact didn't need to be given voice however.

Vulkan left and Dave spoke up. Together they went through a portal to the armory, probably one of numerous armories. To Mithias, the weapons were large and fantastical. Most of them were fit for the huge hulking metal-clad beasts that once claimed to be mere humans that staffed much of the Imperial territory. They were unbelieveably powerful and amazing, but clearly made for a melee combatant with heavy armor. Although it would amplify his strength to untold level, the gauntlet would ruin the vampire's dexterity. The chainsaw swords were heavy and slow and definitely not Mithias' thing. Frowning the vampire glanced his yellow eyes at Dave and kept walking, searching for something he could potentially make use of. He ended up taking two energy swords to replace his own and strapped a fairly sizeable bolter gun to his back.

"Implants?" Mithias asked as he was figuring out how to carry the gun on his person. "So, your people are chimeras? I suppose that's a better term than Frankenstein monsters. Wait a minute...." Mithias froze and looked up woth a heavily quirked eyebrow. He whispered mostly to himself, "...what the hell is a 'Franken...' erm, you know what? Nevermind. Sometimes I say things that even I don't remember where it came from." He went back to examining the weapon. "Dave. Give me an update on what's going on outside. Have Alucard or those creatures shown up anywhere since my arrival?" I am also ready to meet your men." Mithias got up and stood in front of Dave, looking upward at him. "Hey, I've got some pretty powerful telekinesis and I can start fires. Don't judge me for my size."


[System]
Chelsea Sparks - Old name
Race:
Caucasian
Age:
25
Bio:
Lizzie's had a pretty rough life, a native to the Mojave she's been through the wringer since she was born. Parents were killed when she was a kid by some raiders after getting false promises from the NCR about safety. Afterwards, she took to raiding herself, gaining somewhat of a dislike for the Republic. Eventually she joined up with others, and while they weren't quite big shot bandits like the Vipers, Fiends and such, they did well for themselves as one might expect raiders to do. Even earned themselves a bit of a notoriety, enough to gain a sizable bounty on all their heads. At least, until, there was a bit of a falling out over something.

She doesn't exactly talk about it, but it ended with them dead with her alive. In an effort to both clear her name and set herself straight, she started bounty hunting, taking a new name in the process. To legitimize herself and cover her tracks, she deemed bringing their severed heads to the person in charge as a must.

Despite everything, she maintains a somewhat cheerful attitude, and perhaps, takes a bit too much enjoyment in her new profession.

Skills:
Science - Lizzie's interest in science purely used to be chem based. After getting clean (mostly, still can't quite shake the jet), she put it to more survival focused things, and putting old world tech to use. She may not be the best, but she can get around most places.

Guns - Learning to defend yourself and kill before your killed is a good idea. Lizzie's a notoriously good shot. Typically, she prefers long to mid range weapons, but can handle close range combat well enough as long as it doesn't take too long.

Explosives -Explosives are a pretty quick answer to any problem. Watching the ensuing 'boom' is always fun, too. A bit of a pyromaniac in that regard.

Sneak - Sometimes, a good sneak attack is needed. Sometimes, getting away from trouble and staying out is the best idea. Liz is pretty good at telling which is needed for each job.

Talents:
Perception
Agility

Flaws:
Charisma
Endurance

Signature Weapon:
Brush Gun

Gear:
.45-70 Gov't Ammunition, Hatchet, Modified Bounty Hunter Duster, Jet, Weapon Repair kit

[User]
Kid?

She was pretty sure she was a grown up.

"Powder gangers huh." Lizzie replied with a light laugh. "Y'know, I can't hate anyone who uses explosives like they do." Just 250 though? She could make more in an hour by robbing a caravan or something. Ugh, this was going to be annoying, wasn't it? Well, she couldn't complain too much. It was either that or start doing some raiding herself again, and she had decided to leave that. "Buuut if I'll get paid I'll take 'em out." Maybe she could finally get her mitts on some incendiaries.

"None for now, boss lady." Lizzie got up from her chair. "Gonna see if Bete has any extra stuff I can borrow. Sounds easier than some of the...well, y'know." She grinned, not wanting to bring up her rather less than reputable past if she could. "Anything else I need to know?"

[Assistant] "Pay is proportional to threat. Powder Gangs play tough, but any semi-competent militia can deal with the likes of them, dynamite or not. The only reason the Powder Gangers manage to hold Primm is because they jumped the sheriff and the deputy, leaving Primm without any leadership to coordinate a counter attack. Hell, I had half a mind to go down there myself since we get supplies from Primm, but I figured this would be a good first job for you." Annabeth pops open a bottle of sarsaparilla and takes a swig from it. She takes out another and offers it to you. "As for any other info, watch out for Thrasher. His cronies are a bunch of chumps but there's a reason the bounty is for him specifically. We've also reports that he and his band robbed a caravan running guns, so chances are each of those gangers are packing. Aside from that, you ought to be able to take care of yourself. And if you can't well... We'll see soon enough."

[User]
"Pfft, ahahah," Lizzie laughed, flashing a grin to Annabeth. "Me? Get taken out by a buncha splodey dumbos? Noooot a chance." Well, obviously they were armed and dangerous. Even more so if they were freshly resupplied by ransacking some caravan. Hm. Hmhm. Well, she could handle herself. No sense in thinking about this too hard. "They'll be dead before ya know it, boss lady." She headed out of the building, a friendly wave to Annabeth.

She slung her brush gun over her shoulder, Lizzie went to find the friendly little ghoul by the name of Bete. She probably didn't have anything she could use yet - not to mention not having any materials herself, but hey, no hurt in asking. As small as the Lone Wolf radio station was, it didn't take her too terribly long to find the kid ghoul.

"Hey, Bete!" Lizzie walked up wearing her usual smile. "Wanted to see if ya had anything useful layin' around before I left on a bounty."

[Assistant]
Bete was at her workstation with various computer parts scattered on her desk. From the looks of it Bete had somehow found a pipboy and was in the process of cannibalizing it's parts for something. When you arrived she looked up at you. "Ah Lizzie, about to go on a job huh?" Despite being a ghoul, Bete's voice sounded relatively normal, young even, except for one thing: A notable robot autotune. It's something of an open secret that Bete's voice is augmented by her mask, filtering her real voice to something less gravely. She doesn't like to talk about it. "Well, I've been busing with some personal projects, but I think I might have something around here. Let's see... Ah, I do have these." Bete dug around behind her desk and pulled up a small crate of bottles. They looked like Sunset Sarsaparilla bottles, however instead of a normal bottle cap they had a thick fiber cork.

"I figured since Anna doesn't bother to clean up her drinks, I'd recycle the bottles into something useful. Simple firebombs, glass bottles filled with some fuel and a little special something to make sure it can make a decent splash. Just light the cap on fire and throw it at something really hard, and you got yourself a little homemade incendiary bomb. Bete takes two bottles out and slides them to you. "Since you're new, you can have these two on the house. The rest however I'm stockpiling in case I need to clear out some geckos. Buuuuuut I'm willing to trade you some extra ones for say, fifty caps a pop?"

[User]
"Ooh, fire." Lizzie's smile widened considerably. She was probably biased since she was a bit of a pyromaniac, but fire always made everything ten times cooler. Lizzie picked up one of the bottles, swishing the bottle around in her hand. She tied both to her belt, right next to the hatchet hanging from her waist. "I'll take ya up on that offer once I get some more caps on me." She gave the ghoul a friendly bap on the head. More firepower was always a good idea. Maybe she could just...burn the entire Bison Steve down. No one would miss it, would they? Naaah.

"I'll try not to burn anything down with 'em." She laughed, turning away from the Ghoul. "Laters, I gotta date with a Bison named Steve." Lizzie stepped out of the bounty office, the hot Mojave sun harshly greeting her. Nothing new, there. Just another new day in the desert. Wouldn't be the Mojave without sand, heat, and she was probably going to be adding a few bullets soon enough. Assuming Annabeth or Bete didn't try stopping her before she left, her boots turned towards Primm.

[Assistant]
From the clifftop, you could see Primm in the distance. While no desert jewel, the sight of the ruined city was a welcome reprieve for travelers thanks to being one of the few major settlements in the Mojave Wasteland. It was one of the few places with a working water reservoir, giving it immense value to traders and travelers. The town itself also had various tradesmen and crafters, mostly in electronics and even robotics. The Vikki and Vance Casino itself was it's main attraction; while it's payout is worse than Vegas and doesn't really have as much class, it still offered a fun experience if you want to waste away your caps, and the food served there is better than eating geckos and bloat flies.

Of course, that was Primm before. Ever since the NCR moved in, things started to get shaky for Primm. It's no secret that while Primm wasn't a bad town, it's vices and services were popular among unsavory folk who would stalk the hills and hit caravans trying to make it to town. Primm had it's own law to keep the peace but that was only good to stop the violence in the town, not outside of it. And when the NCR moved in, those customers stopped showing up. And since they stopped showing up, caps started to run a bit dry even as people got comfortable with the peace. Too comfortable. And thus, their current situation: lawless and taken over by common criminals, even with the NCR just a stone throw away, they too are too limited in number to commit to a operation to clear the town, who never had a good relationship with Primm either way. Then again the NCR hasn't done a very great job at being friendly with most of the Mojave's native inhabitants in the first place.

It would take about thirty minutes or so to trek down the mountain. No clear path had been beaten down yet for you to get to the town very quickly unless you want to start jumping off cliffs and hope you survive the landing. And as Bete mentioned, there are a few geckos running around hunting and being a general nusience. While smart enough to stay away from the office, the vermin showed little fear in attacking anyone on the mountain path no matter how big they are. The radiation may have made them bigger and stronger, but it also killed their sense of self-preservation.

Thus it wasn't long before you ran into small pack of gecko hunters. They seemed to be prowling for prey, and if they spotted you, you could be certain that their little brains will consider you food and try and chase you down. Fortunately you were on a ridge above them and they haven't noticed you yet, but they are searching and staying alert.

[User]
She had been to Primm before, a few times.

One of the few places where ne'er-do-well's and general less savory sorts like she had used to be could have some relatively good, clean fun. So long as she kept her nose clean in the city. Mostly though, she had simply used it to get chems and restock on provisions. Seeing it in the distance reminded her briefly of her distaste for the NCR. If they actually did their damn jobs then things wouldn't have gotten like they were.

"Oh, lunch."

Immediately upon seeing the five Gecko's, though, her thought process entirely. She should probably pay far more attention to the Mojave. She'd get killed if she didn't. She immediately dropped to a knee, pulling her Brush gun from around her shoulder. They hadn't noticed her yet, she could avoid them, but she had plenty of ammo, and gecko meat was delicious.

She took aim towards the gecko's on the ground below, starting with the one closest to her, aiming a shot right towards its cranium.

[Assistant] For geckos, a 5.56 round was more than enough to put down a gecko, especially with a bullet to the head. But with a .45-70, the gecko's cranium was more than shot, it was splattered, sending blood and gore to the other geckos nearby. The loud noise shocked them, leaving them stunned for just a moment. They looked around quickly and spotted you. Despite the sudden and violent death of it's fellow gecko, the other four thought of nothing but to hunt the prey before them. They quickly began to scramble up the cliff in your direction; a feat that normally would take a person a good set of climbing gear and a prayer to do, but these gecko hunter's webbed appendages and relative light weight allowed for this sort of three-dimensional maneuvering. But this greater mobility also came with an obvious weakness: these geckos wouldn't be able to dodge bullets as they climbed towards you.

[User] Lizzie unconsciously licked her lips as the Gecko head splattered into giblets. There was something fun about just watching something explode like that. Quickly, as they scrambled up the wall she positioned her gun downwards, over the edge of the cliff. Swiftly, two more shots were unloaded at two different geckos in an effort to thin their numbers before they got to her. As soon as the second shot left the chamber, she backed away from the cliff edge, ready to put more rounds into the Gecko the moment they climbed over.

[Assistant] Sure enough both geckos fell off the walls as giblets. It was a bloody mess and frankly one of them wouldn't have much meat left on him to eat unless you was to scrap up his remains into kebabs. Despite this overwhelming firepower the last two geckos continued to climb up until they were finally on the ridge with you. It was a narrow ridge, so it was close-quarters combat. And it wouldn't take long for them to charge at you trying to bite your legs. Their teeth were like forty switch blades being popped out all at once, ready for stabbing into some meat.

[User]
Maybe she shouldn't be quite so eager to blast them, a bunch of meat was goin' to waste.

Eh, oh well.

Realizing she didn't have quite as much room as she thought, Liz opted for some close quarters combat. She grabbed the barrel of her gun, swinging the butt of her rifle into the mouth of one of the lizards, using the weapon more like a glorified baseball bat than its intended purpose. She didn't take time to holster the rifle, instead simply letting the weapon fall to the ground and attempting to dodge the second gecko and using the time to pull her hatchet from her belt.


[System]
★Faye Beherit★
Race: High class pureblood Devil
Age: Apparently 18, her real age is a mystery
Gender: Female
Height: 172 cm | 5'9"
Weight: 72 kg | 160 lbs
Evil Piece: None | King
Cup Size: E

Appearance, Personality & Bio:

Tall, buxom and gorgeous, these are the words that best describe Faye when it comes to her physical appearance. The young Devil has platinum blond hair that she likes to keep at shoulder-length in a simple haircut that, along with her gentle smile, makes her look even younger than she is. Her eyes are aqua blue in color and her curvaceous figure is is very well proportioned, making Faye a constant topic of male talk in her school.

Faye is a very kind person, despite being born a Devil in a family that formerly had much influence among their society politics, but thanks to a series of ill placed monetary investments and unlucky marriages, the Beherit family has been dwindling with every generation. To record, Faye is the first member of the family to be born with their Ars Gea power, thus her parents placed the future of the family in her hands from the moment that she was born.

Despite all the pressure of being made the family's head even before she was able to walk, Faye never wavered, or tried to avoid her fate. Of course there's hard times, specially when old creditors come to demand payment and Faye has to give up on some property that has sentimental value to her, or when one of her family members turns to a dark path an Faye is forced to punish them, but still she keeps going the same smile that her parents saw when looked at the time she was born.

After getting her Evil Pieces, Faye decided to travel around the mortal world to try and gather more members for the Beherit clan, and also gain more life experience so that she can lead her family to a brighter future. Currently, she has been living at a simple two-story house not too far away from the human highschool that she decided to use as a base of operations mainly because there are two other High class Devils who study at the same place and are also trying to gather their peerages.

Powers:

As a High class pureblood Devil, Faye posses all the powers inherent to her race, actually being a lot stronger than an usual Devil thanks to her family's bloodline power, the Ars Gea.

Said power allows Faye to control and shape all kinds of stone, earth and metals, being very versatile in its applications. It's said that with enough experience a Devil of the Beherit family can turn any metal into gold and even melt and reshape diamonds in whatever form they wish, though Faye isn't as powerful yet mainly because she has to learn all about her Ars Gea from second-hand sources, since she's the only living member of her family to be posses such power.

It's also said, that Faye is well versed in her family traditional form of hand to hand combat, the Beherit Wrestling, but the no one has ever seen the Adamantine Princess practice such moves outside of a few lucky ones, since the King's role is not to fight in the front lines. One thing is certain, though, whoever is caught within her vice-like grip will know the real meaning of the expression Marshmallow Hell.

[User]
"I appreciate your eagerness, Orin. But to place Romeo and Juliet's roles, we will need an small audition. Plus, as your director/producer, I won't be taking the main role." Faye threw a bucket of cold water over Orin's blazing enthusiasm.

"If I have to point someone to Juliet's role, she would be Mar-chan. It's obvious that she was born to play Juliet." Faye petted Marith as she said that, sounding very genuine in her intention of having the wolf girl as the star of their play.

Just moments after Katja and Jason got in to the room, however, she said "But of course, we could always skip the tests and have Jason play Romeo. I bet that the academy's girls would go crazy after knowing about this."

The young devil didn't paid much heed to her classmate's words, after all, fights weren't unheard of in this school. Nevertheless, the faint magic presence that she had sensed coming from the school's front gates intrigued her. She knelt down next to Marith and petted the great canine, while whispering in her ears, like a mother asking a child to go on an errand "Mar-chan, could you do a favor for me? Go to the front gates and see who's the source of that magic energy. I'm sure you can track it. And if you can bring whoever it is here without fighting, I just want to have a talk with then."

[Assistant]
By the time Rika heard the noises in the halls she was already curious to find out what was going on.

Rika then frown at him. "Well that disgraceful." She said out loud think that that was low down for a bunch of men to be beating up a one girl.

Rika was a bit surprise to hear that. "No fooling?" she asked out loud before she grabbed her bag and kendo stick. "Well this I got to see, I'll come with." Rika told them sounding interest as she quickly made her way out to see the fight. Rika though she most composed most of the time it no secrets that she's interest in violences. She then move in front of the school and climbed up one of the outer walls that stood beside the gate for a better view. She couldn't help but notice the five students lying on the ground incapacitated from being beating by what she assumes to be that one big breasted girl by whom she was amused to find out could possibly exist. ""Wow quite the set on her." she remarked causally while looking at her breast.

"Whoo!" Rika shouted in surprise after seeing the knife. "This just got real." She remarked sounding a bit worry for the other girl.

[User]
Orin seemed to get more and more depressed and Faye's words stung him to the core, causing him to go lower and lower before he was on the floor. "My dreams..." Of course like normal Orin was back on his feet in no time, adjusting his glasses and listening to the part suggestions. "Well I am happy no one besides me will get to kiss you." That was a death sentence later "So I can agree to these two taking those parts. The girls may go wild but they would be heart broken if It was me, so it is for the best" Though he said the second thing just as stupid as before he didn't seem to have much heart in it as his eyes looked out the window.

Thankfully it seemed Faye had noticed the desterbince as well and so sent out their loyal little Mar-chan. "Lately it has become so noisy around here hasn't it? Ahh the peaceful days seem to be coming to a end..." His exspression was like that of a old man missing days past, though that was soon broken by a small pose that he did, stretching out his arms to the others "If that is decided then I shall be Lord Capulet. Seems fitting, after all she is a race losely related to me and we have such-" He flicks his longish hair with a smile "-Such lovely hair. I think it is a good fit."

"As for the whole Romeo thing, how about we go with Ethan? We could make it a true parody and swap the roles of them, have the guy as a sort of 'princess. He is certenly cute enough for the role, that way Jason could be Lord Montague... Girls will go wild seeing the two of us go at it" That last part sounded so wrong despite him not meaning it like so...

[Assistant]
Marith's ears dropped from their alert position when Faye suggested her being the star of the show but didnt object. She didn't enjoy being in the center of attention when in plays since she was use to being in the shadows and hunting. Being up on stage was not her first problem though, first she had to do a job for king. There was a magic source somewhere at the front gates and had to bring it back. Marith morphed back into her human form before giving a slight nod and walking out of the room, she walked straight to the front gate occasionally sniffing the air and following the faint scent of magic to the fight outside.

There stood the girl surrounded by knocked out punks and one charging her with a knife, though it didn't look like she was planning on dodging. That's when Marith sensed the magic radiating from the girl as the knife was deflected off her skin or so it seemed. While the punk was trying to figure out what had happened and why his knife didn't work, Marith walked up behind him and nailed him in the back of the head with an open palm, knocking him to the ground. After she checked the other punks to see if they were still breathing, Marith grabbed the girls hand using her strength to lock her hand around the girls wrist and started dragging her towards the club room. While she dragged the girl Marith let off a burst of magic to let the girl know she was with another but stayed completely silent. When they reached the club room she knocked on the door saying, "it's me" she said with her English and entered still dragging the girl with the oddly familiar magic scent. She let go the girls arm and closed the door before letting out a yawn and taking up her spot next to Faye and had missed the discussion of roles.

[User] "Wait...I'm a princess? That's strange, I thought you had to be a girl to be a princess. Oh well." Ethan half shrugged from his seat on the couch. Orin could be so weird sometimes. "If that's what everyone wants, then I'm fine with playing princess Romeo. If there isn't anything else, I'm going to watch the fight now." Ethan said as he pulled out his iPod. Plugging in the ear buds and putting them in his ears, he used The Passion to get a bird's eye view of the battle "oh wow...that girl has giant boobies. I don't think I've ever seen a pair that big before." Sure there were a lot of thugs on the ground, but that was hardly anything he hadn't seen before. That girl's chest on the other had was something new. While Ethan wasn't much of a boob guy, even a rack of that size had to catch his attention

[Assistant]
As the Knife wielding Punk jumped at her, Stella dragonized a section of her skin.
She knew using it in public was dangerous, so she had to concentrate to effect only a small section of her skin.
She always found it easier to Dragonize larger, more complete sections
A Hand was harder then an entire arm...

Having to focus on her gear would make her slower to react, but regardless she would have enough time to knock the guy in his face as planned.

Magic a telepathic voice spoke to her, causing her to fail with attacking when the guy's knife bounced of her skin.
A second chance was something she did not get as all of a sudden the guy collapsed.

To Stella's surprise the other 2 backed off when they noticed who did it.
She grinned, the girl must be powerful to force out this reaction.

Yet suddenly the girl grabbed her girl and put her other arm around her waist in order to start dragging her towards the school.
"Oi, whats the idea, where you taking me?!" she started to yell and struggle but the girl was even stronger then her.
well she might get out if she dragonized and attacked, but there were too many people around plus the same voice came again, telepathically.
Stella, this girl is the source of before, lets follow and see whats up
"Tss.. Fine" she said, trying to make it sound like she was complaining, but the voice knew, she was more excited, this could be the lead to the rumor she was tracking.

Once she was inside some class room she was finally let free.
She looked around with a smile "So, who of you is the Silver Ryu?"

[User]
"Don't worry, Orin, our next play after Romeo and Juliet will be Faust. You can play the main character then, since naturally I'll be playing the role of Mephistopheles. Don't you think it's fitting?" Faye said while handing a piece of old looking parchment with the terms of a devil contract written in it, from the looks of it, the parchment wasn't a prop but instead a legitimate contract scroll that Faye had dug out from within her family's vault. Faye clasped her hands as a look of surprise appeared in her face "Ah, that remembers me! Everyone, as soon as Mar-chan comes back, I have a real announcement to make."

As if on cue of Faye's speech, Marith came back dragging the source of the commotion at front gates. It was a girl, and she had the biggest breast that Faye had ever seem, even among the Devil nobility you had to be really bold to sport a rack such as that. Nevertheless, as Marith came back to her place beside Faye's desk, she petted her "Good girl, Mar-chan! I'll give you a special treat later, ask whatever you wish." While Faye didn't picked favorites between the members of her peerage, still it was clear that she dispensed a special treatment to Marith given that she even allowed the wolf girl to sleep with her and actually had a bad habit of hugging her while doing so, almost suffocating Marith with her breasts.

"Well, I fear that there are no dragons here." Faye said answering the breasty girl's question. "I'm Faye Beherit, head of the Beherit house, and these are the members of my peerage. You actually came on a good time, stranger, I was about to make an important announcement to them, and if you wish to join us I would be more than glad to let you stay, as I can see you're no mere human." Then, Faye cleared her throat dramatically, before continuing "What I was going to say, is that we will have a rating game coming soon. Actually, not one, but a series of games to decide who will occupy the role of Maoh that has just been created. The Devil who wins this tournament will be promoted to Great Satan status and I'm counting with you all to get me there."

"Naturally, you'll receive rewards too. Since the members of the winner's peerage will be promoted to High class Devils, no matter their previous status. This means that not only you would gain land and tittles, but that you'll be able to form your own peerages after Lord Beelzebub considers you worthy of having a set of Evil Pieces." Faye paused for a moment to let the news sink in, before finishing with an excited "Isn't that amazing?" All the while, her left hand never let go Marith's ears.


[System]
Age: Yes.

Gender: Male

Hero/Villain/Neutral: Villain

Powers: Spandez is, surprisingly, quite quick and quite heavy. His chitinous shell is fluted like a bird's bones, but due to his compressed body, his nerve endings are tightly packed. Thus, while his shell can stop tank shells, it will still hurt like the dickens. Being the Lord of Bloodsport, he's immortal. As long as something somewhere in the universe gets a kick out of violence, he'll be back eventually. Additionally, he can call for a "Lightning Round"- reviving a destroyed monster with a power boost. When the situation gets dire and there's no other way out, he can return to his true form- an insect the size of a city bus called The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport.

Weapons: Video Star, a combination recording studio and planet-busting warship, a legion of 52 powerful alien contestants, and the Unpaid Faceless Interns Newdur.

Personality: On stage, Spandez is cheery, jovial, and constantly smiling. As a gameshow host should be. However, he is also a bloodthirsty tyrant who draws sustenance from sentient creatures' desire for violence. He relishes the sights and sounds of combat, and is eager to throw contestants at a planet until it's ready for conquering. He speaks Japanese, but it's obvious that he's a foreigner. He gets furious when someone mentions the word "Rangers."

History: Spandez is, in fact, older than many benchmarks for "old." He might actually be among the oldest living beings in the cosmos, as he was born when the first sentient creature thought how awesome it would be to see two animals fighting. Spandez is the literal embodiment of bloodsport, from gladiatorial combat to violent sporting events. He spent a long time as a spacefaring conqueror, setting up gladiatorial arenas to amuse and feed himself. But he began to notice that a lot of other creatures would pay to get in… which led to profits, which led to faster expansion, which led to more spectacular arenas, which led to more power for himself.

One day, thousands of years later, an agent for the Badurong Corporation came to Spandez's Skull-Palace of Pain and explained the wonders of television to the Dark Lord of Bloodsport. The Network could not only broadcast his gladiatorial matches to the universe, but harvest the energy created by those enjoying the battles. They even offered to provide more unique equipment and gladiators (be they insubordinate employees, a bored Action Commander, or a prisoner from another world), provided they got a cut of the advertising revenue. Spandez even got a free cable package, which led to him discovering a gameshow.

His gladiatorial matches had many contestants, but very few were volunteers. It had many fans, and many viewers, but also many decrying the barbaric spectacle. But gameshows… people were willing to do insane things for those prizes. They would humiliate themselves in public. They would take candy from children. They would leave people stranded on alien worlds with no food and water if the prize was great enough. And that's when Spandez hit upon the idea that all his gladiatorial matches needed was a fresh spin. And thus he hit upon an idea. Badurong would offer prizes to his contestants. The contestants would sow chaos and discord on planets. If the contestants won and managed to conquer the planet, they'd get legal ownership of it and a choice between becoming a planetary governor or handing it over to the Network's Mining and Exploitation Branch for a hefty prize. If they lost, they'd often do enough damage to the planet's infrastructure through the gameshow's challenges to make conquering the planet much easier for the mercenary forces of Badurong. This brilliant stroke elevated Spandez from a powerful warlord to chief executive of the Badurong Broadcasting Network and a trusted enforcer of the CEO.

Now, for the Spandez Conquest Hour's 5,104th season, the show has come to an unassuming little planet in the sol system to continue the Badurong Corporation's systematic subjugation of all sentient life.

Weakness: He can't resist showing off. He also has a very low pain threshold until transforming, meaning he tends to chicken out fairly quickly. As the Almighty Lord of Bloodsport, he is easily angered and becomes incredibly bloodthirsty, lashing out at friend and foe alike. Thus, he will not return to his giant form unless absolutely necessary. Perhaps most damningly, he's bound by the most powerful force in the universe: ratings. While he COULD just blow a chunk out of Earth and render it uninhabitable for human life, that doesn't make for good TV.

Other: Voiced by Bob Barker. (Theme Song, Voice, etc, Optional)

[User] -removed-

[Assistant]
Lilith

But completely unaware to Alexander and his parasite 'hosts', someone else was in his car. Staying completely silent, a tall female humanoid was hiding in the backseat, the one directly behind the driver's seat. Why the hell was she in that car at THAT particular time? Who would know. But this is no ordinary human with a mask... with sharp claws, and a mask that can "blink". This was a demon... a vengeful demon... known as Lilith, and she had been lurking in Neo-Tokyo over the last 10 years, looking for the "two" that got away. She stayed silent as she can hear Alex licking the hood of the car. LICKING the car. She seemed quite disgusted over what she thinks to be... a fetish of some sort. Then Alex entered the car, thankfully not seeing that Lilith was hiding in the back car. She was pretty lucky to say the least.

Even as soon as he starts driving, Lilith continues to hide in the back, hoping that she will not get caught. She will surely kill this bastard of a child once he gets off at wherever he needed to be. Later she can sense that the car was going towards an abandoned part of town. She silently clicks in glee as she will have the perfect spot to kill this bastard. Once the car grinds to a halt, Alex gets out to talk with a person who happened to be there as well. Xeal was the name Lilith recalls. As the two men talked outside, the demon slowly peaked her head jut a taddy bit to eavesdrop on the conversation.

It didn't seem to be the friendliest of all conversations and he can see Alex being led to a secure location. Though before reaching the facility Alexander draped an arm rather forwardly over Xeals neck, causing him to stutter violently. She continues to watch what was going on as Xeal's life was taken away by Alex. Now it seemed the time was right to attack. She sneakily teleports out of ALex's car and begins to slowly approach Alex while issuing several predator-like clicks, announcing her presence towards her victim.

[User]
Video Star
On board the Video Star, Badurong's most important broadcasting center/TV Studio/Spaceship, it was garbage day. This meant Spandez's two most trusted lieutenants, Loot (a monster that seemed to be equal parts "Pirate" and "Chainsaw") and Pillage (one that was equal parts "Viking" and "Zippo"), were hard at work trying to figure out the best way to lighten their load. As usual, it was to tightly pack the ship's waste into a series of iron garbage cans and fire them through the ship's railgun. It got the boss of their back, got the ship smelling better, and required minimum effort.

"Avast, thar, Pillage, I find that I be thinkin' 'bout somethin'."

"Und hwhat would that be, bruder Loot?"

"Ya ever feel like... yer bein' watched?"

"Hwell, hwe are on der television. Have our own segment on the show!"

"Oh yar. That'd explain it."

Loot began fiddling with the targeting, pointing the crosshairs straight at the nearby sun. An easy way to dispose of garbage, environmentally friendly (provided there wasn't any Solar Fuel in the trash, but that wasn't likely), and low-effort.

"What's th' planet's gravitational constant again? We should probably account fer that before firin' th' railgun."

"...Crap, Loot, that's the byoss! Foorget about der corrections and fire!"

Fearing the lashing (either from his tongue or from his microphone-whip) Spandez might give them for taking so long, Loot slammed the "fire" command on the console. With the loud spinup and electric whine of a magnetic pulse, the garbage cans were launched, caught by the Earth's gravity well almost instantly. Spandez nodded approvingly as he approached, noting their clever use of the railgun. He took a sip of his coffee for the commercial break, waving as he headed back to the studio.

"Very nice, boys. Working smarter AND harder. You guys remembered to correct for gravity, right?

Loot and Pillage looked at each other before responding in unison.

"Aye."
"Ja."

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Neo-Tokyo. Population: Spandez does not care. Primary exports: Spandez also does not care.

Miles above in the atmosphere, however, glowing red embers of molten iron and partially-combusted garbage streaked down with the force of a large ballistic missile. Accelerated by the sort of gravitic assist from the moon and earth that other civilizations reserved for intergalactic travel, the molten blobs rained down on a parking lot next to a large white building. As the superheated garbage melted the cars there to slag, a mostly-intact garbage can fell, impacting with the force of a bunker buster on the center of the building. Where once had stood the Neo-Tokyo Stock Exchange, now sat a molten crater full of broken concrete and the tattered remains of the people that once worked and traded there. The rubble and twisted metal husks of cars rained down all over the streets as people screamed and ran from the destruction.

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"Oh, you!" Spandez said with a fatherly laugh as he clapped his lieutenants on the shoulder. These sitcom antics served as a sort of bumper for the show. The laugh track played, as the studio audience wasn't present for it.

"Remember folks, gravity is in important factor in the travel of anything in space- whether it's a vessel carrying a warm snuggly sweater grandma's sending you through the mail, or it's a standard garbage shoot! If you mess up the gravitational constant, it can lead to a lot of trouble for someone down the road- I mean, just look at that- they went and destroyed a place central to the Japanese economy! So don't be like Loot and Pillage. Be careful, and always double-check your calculations!"

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White words faded across the screen, intercut with shots of a typical child's room. The difference, of course, being the large nest in place of the bed.

You've seen him on the Conquest Hour.

You've seen how he's touched our lives, and the lives of billions.

But have you seen... where he came from?

Emotional music swelled up as two pterodactyl-like humanoids stood in a kitchen, fighting. With a backpack and loincloth, a little one made his way to the door. As he reached up to the knob, he looked out to a world of infinite possibilities with the sunrise and the clear, blue skies overhead. The male pterosaur came forward, taking off his belt and shoving the female to the wall.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING, YOU LITTLE SHIT!?"

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The little boy ran out, tears in his eyes. He began sobbing after the male shouted after him from the doorstep, but never stopped running.

"YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! YOU'RE NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME?!"

The screen went to black and the music cut out. One last white message appeared, read aloud in a soft voice.

Stand By Me, Pterrordactyl.


[System]
BASIC
Goes By (Nicknames): None currently available.
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Race: Human

APPEARANCE

Face Claim (Actor/Actress They're Played By): TBA / I've yet to find an actor for this character.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Tone: Slightly pale.
Height: 6'2
Weight: 170lbs
Build: Lithe, somewhat muscular.
Weapons: Twin swords, multiple daggers and knives hidden on him.

Overall Appearance:

Dark features, Visible, jagged scar that runs down his right eye. Various scars are hidden underneath his clothing.

Ghent is often clad in black or dark grays.
Most of his clothes are made from black leather; his cloak has a hood and a mask to cover the lower half of his face if needed. He has various weaponry concealed; he often wears fingerless gloves, laced up bracers, and boots.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Gold.
Dislikes: Talking, poverty, people in general.
Strengths: Picking locks, leadership, agility.
Weaknesses: Stubbornness, Greed.
Fears: Loss, failure.

Overall Personality:

Stubborn | Calculating | Complicated | Quiet | Incredulous | Shrewd

Ghent's family was very often poor and lived in a lower part of a small, poverty-stricken town. His mother passed away shortly after giving birth to her second son, Garth. Ghent was ten years in age when she passed.

Ghent's father turned to drinking heavily and he came to blame his children for the loss of his wife. Fearing for Garth, Ghent took matters into his own hands; at the age of thirteen, he took his younger brother and left home, never once looking back.

Life on the road was not an easy one, but Ghent was determined to tough it out so that they would not have to return to their father. At first, Ghent began with petty theft; he stole what was needed in order to keep them alive, they took shelter where they could and lied whenever questioned. As the years went on, they moved up in the world. After years of practice, Ghent became a highly skilled thief. This was the start of a life he would live well past his teenage years.

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Ghent has an eerie calmness about him and his emotions are seldom ever shown. Because of this, he is very difficult to read -- almost impossibly so. Ghent handles matters in a diplomatic way and doesn't often resort to violence unless necessary. For the most part, he is quiet and reserved, therefore much of his past is unknown.

Deep down, Ghent does have a heart, though he does his best not to show it. He'd be the last to admit it, but he has a soft spot for those in need.

BACKGROUND

Date of Birth: ? Have to calculate that. ,_,
Place of Birth: Outskirts of Laketown. Not quite within the town, though close.

Family Relations:

- Garth (younger brother)
- Lydia (Mother; deceased)
- Vincent (Father)
- Kaiden (cousin)

[User]
Kili was amazed by her answers. Even with all of his energy, his legs tired if he walked too long. Apparently wings were different. And better.
"Well -- perhaps we should not go too high," now that he was faced with the possibility of flying, he was a touch nervous. This was completely unlike him, but this experience was something that no dwarf had ever gone through before.

Carefully, Kili moved around so that he might hold on. Kili hugged her around the neck, but not tightly. "Are you certain I'm not too heavy?" Again, he voiced his concerns. Kili didn't weigh much at all, especially considering that he was a dwarf. Unlike most, he was lithe rather than burly.

[Assistant] Saeril laughed heartily as soon as he prepped himself upon her being, only being a tad bit nervous of the height of flying. She will gladly not go too high, plus if she were to go higher, then her elf eyes would give her the navigation to go through the dark and, if possible, maybe even the clouds. She respected, and promised, his request to not go too high. Maybe not yet. It was an awkward piggyback position, and the she-elf kept him up with her arms hoisting his legs. In truth, he wasn't at all too heavy. Her strength was too great; Mahal, she took down a few orcs and wargs earlier today. So, there was no trouble. Carefully, Saeril perched herself onto the railing, looking down at the depth of the drop in the ridge. "Not bad?", she asked behind her, towards him. She didn't wait for him to respond, and the she-elf got ahead of herself: by already letting her body drop from the rail.

[User]
"Not ba--" Kili started to reply, but his response choked off into a scream as they fell. He'd expected to fly, not fall beforehand! With nothing else to grasp, Kili held on tightly, his face buried in her dark mane of hair.
The youngest kept his eyes shut, and he braced himself to hit the ground. Hitting the ground was not to happen, but in that split moment of time, he felt it very possible.

Thorin, meanwhile, had silently brooding. The day had been a long one, and they hadn't much time to get to Erebor. They had a deadline now. Though far off, he could have sworn he heard his youngest nephew scream. The sound made his blood go cold. "Kili?!" Without hesitation, he rose to find him.

[Assistant] Saeril let herself fall, and the surprise of Kili screaming almost made her become skeptic; if he wanted to fly so bad, he wouldn't be screaming. She expected a hint of laughter, and before she could hit head-first into the water, the she-elf allowed her wings to expand, and lift herself to fly above the water. Letting Kili see his reflection on the surface of the water, Saeril didn't notice that Fili was watching them from his resting place upon one of the bedrooms that the elves were kind enough to loan. He was happy for his brother to experience the impossible, but he didn't want his little brother to get over his head if things went wrong. Nevertheless, the brunette seems to be having fun, almost mistaking his screaming to be screams of joy.

[User]
Over the years, Kili had fallen. A lot. From trees, from rooftops, even from Dwalin's shoulders when he'd been very young. The sensation of falling was not new to him, but the height and suddenness of it all had scared him. So much for being brave.

After what felt a lifetime, Kili finally opened one eye, then two. Had they landed? No. They were flying. Or, Saeril was, rather. Kili was too shaken to feel embarrassed, and then he caught his own reflection in the water. For a moment, he was stunned into silence, but then he burst out laughing. "You scared the life out of me!"

Thorin neared Fili, out of breath from he distance of his run. So far, he'd been unable to find any of the others. "Fili! Where is your brother?" Understandably, he was worried, but then he followed his eldest nephew's gaze.

[Assistant]
Saeril gave a joyful laugh. "Yes, I tend to do that", she responded as she kept herself in a perfectly weighted position, so Kili can perhaps release his grip from around her neck, and feel the air. "Lean!", she told him, before making an arch to dodge a rock structure. "Feel how I move, young Durin. When I turn; when I accelerate", she was going steady before making another dodge. "I can see us now; wagering into battle, slashing through an army from the air", the she-elf said in wonder.

Fili was watching the flying figure move across the water, and past the rocks; not exactly paying attention to Thorin. "He's living the dream, uncle", he simply said in amusement, once he heard his younger brother's laughter in the distance.

[User]
Though he'd been cautious at first, Kili trusted her enough to release his hug-like grip. They were moving so swiftly through the night air, and the view from above was beautiful.
"Could we?" The idea of fighting a battle with his godmother was captivating. Kili was certain that no harm could come to them, not with speed and height on their side. As Saeril told him to lean, he did. It took a few tries, but he soon fell right in synch with her movements.
His success earned a grin from him, and Kili finally braved enough to reach up with one hand to feel the cool air rushing through his fingertips. "We would be unstoppable!"

"Indeed." Thorin seemed skeptical, but he was relieved that Kili hadn't come to harm. "I couldn't have known from the sound of that scream."
Seeing his nephew at such a height was alarming, and he couldn't help but wonder what his sister might say. Still. To hear his nephew laugh like that...he hadn't heard him so happy in a long while.

[Assistant] "Of course we-- not that way!", Saeril exclaimed with a laugh when she felt Kili leaning the wrong way. However, this mistake was quickly corrected, as he suddenly was in sync with her. The view was amazing from the air, and she could already envision them charging headfirst towards an army, taking out many with one blow. She wondered how late it was, so after making one giant u-turn around a tall rock structure, the she-elf was heading towards a clearing where the waterfall ended, right near the palace.

[User]
Kili had been tired before their adventure to the sky, but he was now so wound up with excitement that he believed himself incapable of sleeping ever again. So many thoughts rushed through his mind, and he wished to stay in the sky forever.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Once they made it to the clearing, Kili slid down, his hair a mess. "That was incredible -- we went so high, and so fast! Your wings never tired, did they?" The youngest was talking a mile a minute, and he stepped back in order to give her room for her mighty wings.

[Assistant] Saeril allowed him to slide off of her back, and onto the ground, practically giving her a chance to stretch her wings out, and tuck them back in. "They didn't. I just thought you would like a full view later on. This was just a preview", she stated out, half-way teasing him that there was going to be more of a chance to fly again. Sitting herself on the ground, the bright, full moon was shining, along with the sounds of the water falling peacefully. Little fireflies flew about, and the wind was calm against her hair. "There will be many opportunities for us to fly together again", she stated as a matter-of-fact. "Now, let us just dream about it".

[User]
"A full view?" Kili couldn't imagine going higher than they already had. "Can we touch the stars?" Again, he prattled on, and he wished that they might fly again just to see if this would be possible. Though he was not tired, he sat himself next to her, but he was far from calm. There had been too much excitement.
"I can't wait to tell Mum about this," Kili allowed one of the fireflies to land on his hand, and he observed the insect before it went to join the others. "Do you think that you and I will have a chance to fight in battle together?"

[Assistant] Saeril glanced at him with a corner of her eye. Touch the stars? She didn't think that was possible; on truth, she's never done it. "Unfortunately, I've never been that high, to be honest", just by the thought of it, she looke up at those said-stars. Remarkably, the youngest godson wasn't at all tired, and she could only hope that if she, or his brother, asked him to go to sleep, she wouldn't be so sure on assuming that he would. When she heard him mention about battle, she had one of her elegant arms go around his head, and pull, allowing him to lean against her with her wing completely the embrace, wrapping itself like a blanket for him. "Nothing can stop me", she finally answered, stroking the hide of his head, as a mother would comfort a child. She missed Dis, certainly. The she-elf was trusted by their mother; even to the brink of death, Saeril promised to protect them. That was her destiny now...

[User]
"We will have to try that." The stars seemed so very far away, but if anyone could reach them, Kili believed that Saeril could. As she put an arm around him, he leaned into her instinctively, his heart light. Today was one he would not forget.
"Thank you for taking me," he hugged his godmother to show the love he had for her, as a child does with a parent. Having Saeril there helped fill the void he felt by leaving Dis, and he cherished their time together.
The waterfall was peaceful in sound, and Kili was content, warm, and happy. Eventually, his eyelids grew heavy, and he was close to sleep.

[Assistant]
Saeril felt the weight next to her, and that when she was sure that he fell asleep right there. She enjoyed this night, and it became apparent that their bond became close. Too close. She felt complete; by looking at her hands, the sharp nails that she had, began to shrink. All the way down to a gentle curve. It was working; the curse was already failing, but not completely yet. However, the she-elf was just happy to make this evening a fulfilling one.

A few minutes later, Saeril landed at the same balcony they were a few hours ago with the others. But after time passed, it was empty, pretty sure that their companions retired for the night. With Kili laying in her arms, she approached the loft that they both shared earlier, and carefully laid him down onto his side. As it seemed for him to appear comfortable, Saeril covered him with a blanket nearby, making sure that he was warmly comfortable. As for herself, she placed a gentle kiss upon his forehead, and retracted herself to a nearby loft across from him, being similar to his own. Elves didn't need to close their eyes; they will just retire in an 'eyes-open' meditative state...

[User]
Kili never even stirred. Considering the fact that they'd set up camp on the ground every night before this, this was the most comfortable he'd been. Rivendell was peaceful, beautiful, and above all else: safe. For a time, he got to rest, but that was short lived. A few hours later, Thorin entered loft, and it was apparent that he'd been searching for them.

"We're leaving," Thorin announced what had been his plan all along. At night, they could leave without disturbance; he did not wish for Elrond or any of the others to talk him out of their journey.


[System]
黑曜帝國

Overview

Empire of Harkyiu, the empire of the obsidian black dragon. A powerful empire founded by fleeing Triads from another world -- Earth. Triads who are nurtured, cultured and united under an alluring yet commanding mistress -- Goh Yuet-yin -- the Dragonqueen they all love and serve with persisting zeal.

The empire is widely known and feared for their powers to twist the darkness and bend the earth to their will, along with their powers to shower rains of bullets and flames against their enemies. Apart from that, many brutal natives and dark beasts of the dark world have been brought and tamed to obey the Dragonqueen as well.

With the criminal intellects and mining skills taken from their homeworld, their systems have expanded. Salvaging and scavenging lost materials and parts that showed up mysteriously in Alastorn, their techs have also developed enough. The series of conquests waged both inside and outside Alastorn have also molded Hakyiu into a powerful empire.

Under Yuet-yin's reign, the empire has prospered into greatness, and ultimately grown into a frightening foe and a troublesome headache for anyone foolish enough to stand in her way.

Information
* Motto : (WIP)
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* Capital : Harklungsheng
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* Languages :

	+ Official :

		- Mandarin
		- Malay
	+ Other :

		- Manglish
		- Cantonese Chinese
		- Hokkien Chinese
		- Hakka Chinese
		- English
		- Some native Alastornian languages
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* Government : Unitary one-party Triad parliamentary absolute monarchy
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* Leader(s) : Goh Yuet-yin (龍后/Dragonqueen)
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* Governing Society : Harkyiu Kongsi
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* Currency : Harkyiu Yuan

Maps
(WIP)

Government and Politics

The Empire of Harkyiu is an unitary constitutionally absolute monarchy ruled by the Dragonqueen -- Goh Yuet-yin. The Harkyiu Kongsi, a Triad clan, is also the sole legal political party in the empire and dominates most affairs. The constitution declares the empire is ruled under the benevolent leadership of the Dragonqueen and the Harkyiu Kongsi. The Dragonqueen, who is also the Mountain Master of the Kongsi, effectively holds supreme power in her empire.

No other political parties are permitted in the empire, however elections are held within the Harkyiu Kongsi and the Obsidian Assembly. The elections have moderate effects on the governance, but mostly elected ones mostly act as mere advisors. The Dragonqueen's supremacy and the system remain unchallenged.

The governance in the empire is highly centralized, but some unequal autonomy are enjoyed among provinces and territories. The Dragonqueen rules over the five branches of government -- namely the legislative branch, the executive branch, the judicial branch, the meritocratic branch and the control branch. Separate bodies exist for the five branches of the government, it is just that the Dragonqueen presides over them all. Plans are usually derived from rough frameworks and guidelines issued through imperial decrees, allowing for suitable implementations by regional authorities as they see fit.

The Chancellor, along with the Cabinet he leads, assists the Dragonqueen in the bureaucracy and governance of the empire. Apart from a few ministers in charge of key ministries, most ministers are usually flexible in their jobs and don't have specific portfolios to take care of, although they may be in charge of other governmental agencies.

 The market of the empire is thoroughly dominated by the Harkyiu Kongsi with a centralized command economy. However, the governance frequently show faults and inefficiencies due to the extensive bureaucracy, ritualism and corruption. Most in the empire is very obsessed with documents, rituals and ceremonies. The economy is frequenly divided between cliques of the Kongsi. Despite serious efforts, corruption still persists especially in the lower levels of the government.

 With the Triads effectively dominating the elections and government, politics in the empire takes place in two distinct arenas : within the Harkyiu Kongsi, and between the Kongsi and the rest of the empire. Outside of the Kongsi, participation in the politics is limited to a relatively small segment of the population. The Kongsi itself is politically divided by cliques based on ethnicities, family ties, personal ambitions and ideological differences.

 Open protest against the Dragonqueen and Kongsi, even if peaceful, is not tolerated. A man was rumored to face ten years in a dungeon and 69 lashes from a succubus for "threatening the imperial order".

Society and Culture
(WIP)

Much of the culture in the Empire of Harkyiu takes its roots and origins from the Chinese-Malaysian society in the mid-20th century, with a dark twist.

A great deal of Harkyiuian culture revolves around submission and dominance, along with a rampant cult of personality surrounding the Eternal Dragonqueen. The power dynamic in Harkyiuian society is akin to a blend of protective parenting, narcissism and passionate romance. Servants and slaves are expected to serve their loving, protective masters and mistresses with utter loyalty and devotion. On the other hand though, masters and mistresses are also expected to take good care of their servants and slaves. Those in charge tend to be loving and affectionate to their underlings, but are not hesitant to be disciplinarian when necessary, and sometimes even take joy from sadistic moments!

The Dragonqueen and other powerful elites are seen as nurturers and leaders that guide the empire and the populace.

Slavery is commonplace within the Harkyiuian Empire. However, (wip)

Military
(WIP)

Subfactions
(WIP)

Prominent Characters
(WIP)

* Goh Yuet-yin (龍后/Dragonqueen and Mountain Master)
* Rhelsha (Chancellor)
* Mererinda (Minister of Love)
* Deowrig (Minister of Sorcery and Technology and Director of ISB)
* Lam Tsih-wah (Minister of Education and King Consort)
* Big Cloud (Minister of War and Marshal)

[User]
ETA for the Ironeagle Legions 10 hours

The Volcrons have built up massive amounts of artillery and intricate trenches complete with bunkers, underground sturdy tunnels and other things that wove through all the bases.

The Harkyuians built in the east while the Pherithians built in the west.
The volcrons provided additional artillery support, trenches and supplies.

(BACK AT HQ)
"They will usually conduct mass human wave offensives.. so WE should be fine if we can inflict massive casualties upon them... No prisoners can be allowed unless they can fight no longer... Experience has told us that.." Volcron continued.
"Our aerial surveillance states that the Ironeagles have come out of their political bickering and elected a NEW Ceaser.. now they are more unified... That is going to be harder now.."

[Assistant]
ETA for additional Harkyiuian reinforcements : 2 hours
ETA for additional Pherithian reinforcements : 1 hour

*Pherithians constructed additional artillery batteries, bunkers, trenches and other defenses*
*Pherithians built more Fleenzub airfleets, spinsword towers and mana field generators. most of them were built in western regions, but a few were constructed in central and eastern regions to support allies too*
*Phantasm Warwagons, the Warwagons which can release barrages of missiles toward foes while disguising as trees, were scattered across the west mostly, with some numbers at the center and east too*
*elite battlemages and sharpshooters were stationed in strategic spots*
*many living cakes and elementals were conjured quickly in bulk to reinforce the western sectors*

******

*Harkyiuians continued to grow like rabbits in the east, setting up more shoddy camps there, which would quickly be turned into decent bases*
*Shadowspreader Devices were constructed all over, covering the entire western area with mists of darkness, which would empower all Harkyiuians, reduce Harkyiuian invisibility, while also crippling any foes by blinding, corroding and burning them*
*many shadowspawns, Triads and war machines were hidden in dark forests immersed in these mists of darkness, eager to strike at unsuspecting foes*
*more traps were being laid around, especially the Spookmines that would explore and turn hapless Ironeagle troops into twisted shadowspawns forever enslaved to Yuet-yin's will*
*some formidable forts were finally upgraded from casual Harkyiuian bases*

******

"Aha! I have here one silly idea!" Tikiyachod suddenly spoke with a big grin, "Let's pour greasy corrosive chocolates and lavas onto-- wait... we ourselves would need to advance after they are dealt with... I am not sure how long the sticky hot liquids will last."

"Prisoners... those Ironeagles seem so stubborn and traitorous, do they?" Yuet-yin then let out a maniacal laugh, "I have some tricks up my sleeve... With my loving sorcery, I will twist and pervert any of these guys into my little dark beasts, loyal only to me and my empire, before they even have a chance to fight back. They will go through a lot of pain and love at the same time, and they will eventually lose their minds, but be blessed with new powers and new hearts... The Hearts of Darkness..."

"Are you sure every shadowspawn that was brought this way, would remain loyal to you forever? And are you even sure that if it works?" a doubtful Tikiyachod asked

"W-what?" Tikiyachod exclaimed in surprise, then he went into a dreamy state as he was reminded of something. "They elected a new Kaiser... and mass human waves... don't tell me our enemy is actually a big glorified Holy Roman Empire, lel..."

All the others, especially the Harkyiuian elites, stared at Tikiyachod in confusion and boredom. A deathly silence came haunting the place very soon.

"Uhhh... have you played too much Europa Universalis IV?" Rhelsha mockingly asked.

Tikiyachod looked around in awkwardness, and then shrugged saying, "I don't know. I always love to blurt out random shits."

"Anyways, now with our enemy, the Ironeagle Empire, united, we're going to have a harder time..."

[User]
ETA to Ironeagle Attack 10 hours

"Scouts have reported armor columns numbering in thousands, supported by cavalry, artillery, infantry, mechs and airships of all type.
 We are currently harrassing them with our high-altitude bombardment on their ground forces. Not much casualties but it provides more of a shock effect. Within 3 hours, their forces will be in range of our heavy-long ranged artillery. With that we should be able to do some damage to their ground forces." Volcron said
A new message arrived.
"Oh... dear... looks like they are arriving faster than we thought.. they will arrive not in 10.. but 6 hours... already in range of our artillery guns..." Volcron continued.

Outside large booms from artilleries could be already heard, firing in large volleys over a HUUUGGEEE distance.
"Commencing bombardment... shells arriving within 30 minutes..." the voice continued.
Volcron started calculating..."IF our artillery can fire a shell every 50 seconds... within 30 minutes there will already be 36 shells in the air.. giving us an element of surprise..."

(At the Front)
10;00 at night on Rockgarde when suddenly explosions were heard. Bombs were blowing up in both Pherithian and Harkyuian bases. Immediately Volcron radars detected about 400 fighter bombers directly above the bases, carpeting bombing from a high altitude with micro-nukes, nukes that cause an explosion about the size of a small one story house. Searchlights immediately flared up, revealing huge amounts of heavy bombers and the Volcron started a huge storm of flak loose into the dark skies.

[Assistant]
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A good plan
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"Ahhh press conference is finally over..." Guevara sighted "How's planing?" he asked
"Almost ready, I just need to confirm a bunch of locations with the lady here" Hughes pointed at Helen
"Me?" Helen asked
"Yes dear" Hughes replied "Guevara had the most wonderful idea, to visit actual dangerous zones, which are declared too this day, war zones"
"So?" Helen said careless
"So if something might happen, he fears you'll no be able to fend for yourself" Guevara chuckled "He doesn't know you or simply loves you too much"
"Ridiculous" Helen said
"Yes dear, then we'll keep the plan as it is" Hughes said "Here's the map"
Hughes extends a map over the table

"Seems decent" Helen says
"It allows for easy detours and alterations in case anything happens" Hughes points "The cian circle is a somewhat safe zone. The big issue is the flower"
"Yes... a very dangerous enemy base is somewhat nearby. This should be easy" Guevara says uninterested
"so long as the plan has options and is kept between the three of us, it shall be easy" Helen pointed out "We'll change escorts in each big dot, except for a handful of trusted soldiers, recommended by both of you"
"Let's keep the plan itself safe" Hughes said

Players are allowed to use methods to try steal the plan. The more creative the methods are, the more likely you'll have success. using "I use my OP magic powers to tp the plan" is of course, not going to work. Think outside the box!

[User]
*Pherithian artilleries were activated, showering barrages and rains of plasmaballs and fireballs upon the Ironeagle troops*
*however, the Harkyiuian traps were not yet in range*

*Pherithian bases immediately fought back enemy aircrafts with AA defense emplacements and units*
*Pherithians unleashed laser beams, plasmaballs and rockets to welcome these aircrafts*
*Fleenzub Fighters immediately went into dogfights with Ironeagle bombers*

*Harkyiuians, however, had it somewhat harder with anti-air*
*the mists of darkness hardly affects these enemy aircrafts since they flew too high*
*Nether Dragons of Harkyiu immediately roasted these aircrafts with shadowflames, purple flames that spread quickly, burn and corrode strongly*
*Harkyiuian flak cannons fired their fiery flaks onto enemy fighters*
*Harkyiuian Rocketsmen rallied themselves and begun firing target-seeking rockets at the enemies*

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Just to confirm, are the enemies who the New Westerner spoke of, only the American Rebels? Or do they include the newly risen cults and partisan movements too?

Hmm... quite tricky... I don't even know if I'm going to do something with the plan... and if I want to, I am still thinking about creative ways to do it...