Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]
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				Title: <strong>Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 15:37:18</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Violence, horror, gore and blood might appear in this story in detail, and therefore I placed this in the [EX] department. Sex, nudity and bad language might appear a little here and there, for as long as all involved are willing... No godmodding allowed<br><br>NPC's can be used in posts if you pm me and we'll work it out.</em></span><br><br><br>---------------------------------------------<br><br><br>A hauler class freighter, old, dirty and jury-rigged, suddenly emerges from *sumra and begins a slow cruise through the vacuum of speckled black towards the Space-anchor of Altair 5. Inside Castille, in the cockpit to be precise, the captain of the Castille is piloting&nbsp; the ship toward the Anchor. He speaks into the vidcom,<strong> ”My authorization code is 'fuck you', son.&nbsp; Now open the goddamn bay or Admiral Edina is gonna stomp on your virgin ass.”</strong> He switches off.<br><br>The Captain cuts thrust about nine hundred meters away from the dock, and leaves the landing procedures to the autopilot.<br><br>The Captain has been alone aboard the Castille for more than a month, the rest of the old crew got killed in a debris field, event is classified. An old friend of the captain has been doing some recruiting down on Altair 5, hopefully the recruits can survive long enough to earn their first pay.<br><br>The Captain grabs an old datapad and looks at the names on the list;<br><em><strong>Odessa "Reaper" Silverberg</strong>, bought 2% of the ship. Possibly a pilot from the Collegia, maybe even from the Fleet. I'll have to ask her about that.<br><strong>Salonika Patel</strong>, bought 10% of the ship. A doc from Altair 5, and she's been listed as a mystic class 3. I sure hope that she knows something about keeping people alive.<br><strong>Sarah Freeman</strong>, bought 10% of the ship. An alchemist mechanic. Thats fucking awesome, now the Castille might be put back into shape again.<br><strong>Francis McHenry</strong>, a hired mercenary, a fucking pirate. But we might need someone besides me that can hold in a fight.</em><br><br>He turns the pad off, and Moves quickly and silently towards the airlock, a sly grin playing about lips.&nbsp; He is strapping a contraption to his forearm as he moves.&nbsp; It resembles a derringer holder, but a very complex one.<br><br>The Castille slowly enters the docking bay of Altaire 5's Anchor-station. The outer doors close under the ship, and pressurized air shoots into the airlock for a few seconds, and then the inner bay-door opens. The ship rises into the bay and moves slowly along the huge dock to land gently at far end. The top of&nbsp; the ship is nearly at level with a grated platform that runs the length of the bay. Five <strong>C</strong>olonial <strong>F</strong>leet <strong>M</strong>arines in full armor stands rigid on the platform. The hatch atop the Castille slowly&nbsp; opens, and the Captain walks out. Seeing him among the military grunts, you get a clearer view of&nbsp; what separates him from the CFM.&nbsp; He's not wearing uniform, he's an eclectic, fierce individualist, spots of bright red showing&nbsp; through his black militarian space gear.<br>&nbsp;<br>One of the marines address the Captain as the metal detector gives a beeping sound. <strong>”No weaponry is allowed on board the Anchor, sir.”</strong> The Captain opens his duster, and shows what he's packing, a large steel thermos. <strong>”Just Moonshine, you think I'm going to hijack the Anchor?”</strong>&nbsp; <strong>”No, I think you might get drunk and put a bullet through the hull. We are in space, Shaan. You're cleared, you have some friends in the caf-shop on the other side of this bay, papers are ok and they have permission to leave with you.”</strong><br><br>The Captain nods, and starts making his way over to the Caf-shop where his new crew awaits him.<br><br>------------------------------------------<br><br>*Sumra : When traveling Faster Than Light, the ship enters a parallel dimension called sumra. This only works between known FTL-buoys. Jumpgates works similarly, but you need the codes to activate the receiving gate, otherwise you'll be lost in sumra. <br><br>---------------------------------<br><br><em>It all begins in a Caf-shop, you have all been using the huge Anchor-lift to get to the Anchor-station, a ten hours long and utterly boring ride. For some of you, it's the first time in space, some of you are experianced with it. Papers are cleared and you've been waiting for almost two days for Captain Shaan of the Castille to pick you up.<br><br>All you know is that you have part of it's glory and failure, Castille is an old freighter that collects materials and tech for the criminal syndicate 'Collegia', and it also functions as a scout vessel for the Colonial Fleet out in the fringe areas.<br><br>Feel free to post a bit in the caf-shop, a small coffee bar with a few customers and a cranky owner. You have a clear view through a large port into the docking bay, and can see the Castille and it's captain.<br><br></em><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em><strong>No weapons allowed on Station</strong></em></span><br><br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The athmosphere I'm aiming for is something like a mix between BSG, Firefly and Alien (-alien creatures). Most tech is run down, jury-rigged and half broken. Earth is history, space is dangerous and we hope to have fun :)</em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 17:30:42</strong>
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				Francis punched the vending machine, rocking it back on its stand.<br><br>"Gimme my damn Space Cola you piece of slag!"<br><br>He grabbed the large machine and picked it up slightly, shaking it as violently as he could withing the confined alcove it was placed in.&nbsp; He remembered doing the same thing years ago to a pinball machine back home that was continuously losing for him.&nbsp; Tilt, ran through his mind as he recalled throwing the thing clear through the front plasse.&nbsp; He couldn't help but giggle at the memory till a commanding voice from behind stopped him short.<br><br>"Sir, I am afraid I have to ask you to put the vender service down.&nbsp; Please comply or I will use force to subdue you," the sound of a Glowrod activating caught his ear as he dropped the machine and slowly turned to look at the speaker.<br><br>He was young and dumb, his Station security uniform hardly even fit.&nbsp; Francis laughed his big dumb laugh as he stepped toward the guard and placed his hand friendily upon his shoulder, even still, he could see the intimidation in the guards face. <br><br>"Is that an Armstech GlowRod or a Vassile Arms Glowrod? You know the Vassile one is much more powerful and can deliver up to 500,000 veets to a body before needing to cycle through once and recharge, but the Armstech version has only 450,000 veets but doesn't have half the cycle time.&nbsp; Now tell me, can either of those put me down before I snap you in two?"&nbsp; he gave his big dumb laugh and clapped the guard on the shoulder before continuing back into the caf. He settled in at the small bar and slapped his large palm on the countertop.<br><br>"Hey tapper, who's a guy gotta kill to get some Space Juice around here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 17:42:40</strong>
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				The bartender, tall and broad with a baldening scalp and a thick black beard, smiled at Francis with golden teeth, and filled a cup with strong purple juice.<strong> ”Here you go,”</strong> The bartender placed the foaming cup on the countertop. <strong>”So, what brings you around today?” </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 18:01:07</strong>
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				Francis drank deep of the burning liquid and each time thought of engine coolant.&nbsp; Funny it was even the same color.&nbsp; He set the cup down and made the universal sign of refreshment.<br><br>"Ahhhhh. Whooh!&nbsp; That gets me ever time, tapper.&nbsp; S'posedly gots me a yob round these here parts.&nbsp; I'm a just waitin for mah cap-y-tan right now."&nbsp; he grabbed up the cup and downed the rest of the stout liquid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 18:19:50</strong>
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				<strong>”So, what kinda job could a big fella like you get around in these parts?”</strong> The bartender ask as he wipes some spilled foam of the counter-top with his arm. <strong>”You don't look like one of them marine types, and you seem to big to be a pilot.”<br></strong><br>Another customer, a young marine with blond hair, sits down beside Francis and orders a drink. <strong>”One of those blakkies,”</strong> the young lady flips a silver credit onto the counter-top.<br><br><strong>”A Blakkie coming up.”</strong> the bartenter replies and pours some black liquid into a small glass and places it in-front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 18:37:32</strong>
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				Odessa stared at the woman across from her, her eyes looking at her from over a hand of cards. The others in the game had dropped out, and Odessa had no trouble with it. She waited patiently for the woman to make her move, as she sat there, a large pile of chips in front of her. Her hand wasn't bad but it wasn't all that great. A pair of Queens and Fives. But if the other woman had three of a kind it would seriously cripple her plans. But Odessa was used to con-games. She smiled sitting there, her eyebrow quirking as she waited. Her mind was scanning the other woman's trying to find out exactly what she had, if she should raise or fold. If the woman had something that could beat her she would have to try to manipulate the situation if she could. Then again the pilot wasn't anything special in appearance so most underestimated her.<br><br>Odessa was five foot four inches, her body covered in black shorts, a white shirt under a black vest, and that under a black duster. Her hands were covered with her favorite pair of gloves. She had chocolate brown hair that came down to the middle of her back and a figure that was hidden well under her clothing. There was no secret to how she won, except in her mind. She wore no equipment to tell if she was cheating. It was all in the duffel bag at her feet. But then again she had nothing on her and the instant someone tried something she would know. The glass of tea in front of her was still untouched, the pilot not trusting anything she didn't watch made. Her mind was powerful. More powerful than most registered telepaths, but she wasn't stupid. Another telepath could hide someone's intentions from another. And she was too focused on her card game to care about anything that may or may not have been slipped into her drink. <br><br>"What's your bet, lassie? I haven't got all day." she said, using an old Irish accent.<br><br>Not her own but it was something she was used to doing. It helped hide one's identity from unwanted attention. And hide was something Odessa did well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 19:01:04</strong>
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				The woman looked back at Odessa, trying to figure her hand as she looked down at her own hand. Her mind&nbsp; was open, Odessa could read her surface thoughts like reading a book, she could see her hand easily. The woman holds a pair of nines, and a pair of fives. Her hand, is far from the best, but is it good enough to raise with?<br><br><em>Odessa can't see any of the feared Colonial Fleets Special-Psi-Group agents around, hasn't seen any of them around here on the Anchor. But if they were around, they would most likely force Odessa into registration and maybe even wipe her mind if they detected her. <br></em><br><br>The woman raise the bet with five, without any manipulation, and she smiles.<strong> "And you, playing along?"</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 22:38:17</strong>
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				”So, what kinda job could a big fella like you get around in these parts?” The bartender ask as he wipes some spilled foam of the counter-top with his arm. ”You don't look like one of them marine types, and you seem to big to be a pilot.”<br><br>"What kind of yob you think a big ole boy like me can get? I'm a spacer man, pick up the heavy scrap and all."&nbsp; Francis turned away from the bar and glanced around the caf.&nbsp; Some ladies playing cards, a marine next to him.&nbsp; He looks the marine up and down winking at her before gulping at his drink.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, what do you marines do for fun?"<br><br>He leaned his back against the bar and kept his head turned towards her.&nbsp; Admiring her blonde, albeit short hair, and especially the way her uniform was cut to fit.
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 23:07:39</strong>
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				The bartender looks at Francis with a golden grin, <strong>“Not a panhandler, I hope. Just gimme a cred for the drink before you leave.”</strong><br><br>The young marine, dressed in the typically dark-blue uniform of the CM, and the lacking of her helmet and riot gear, confirmed that she were off-duty. She looks back at Francis with a friendly smile, <strong>“Depends, I guess It'll be some clubbing tonight.” she sips thoughtfully on her drink. “You'd be welcome to join us, always good to have some new faces around.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 23:33:00</strong>
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				"Just keep her filled, tapper, I'll catch ya for I leave." he spoke over his shoulder at the barkeep.&nbsp; He looked at the pretty young marine and wondered how her uniform would look all dusted up and wrinkled on the floor, namely how she would look without it. <br><br>"Well little lady, I don't know if I got the time to go out daincin with a pretty filly like yerself.&nbsp; But I would love to try if I find I do." <br><br>His thoughts returned to his new employer, he wondered if he would be worth a damn...&nbsp; Or she... He wasn't sure which it was supposed to be and couldn't remember anyway.&nbsp; His thoughts wandered again and he curiously considered poring the stuff in his cup into an engine to see if it was the same as the coolant in them.&nbsp; Then he thought about the physical training that marines performed and if that meant that meant she could 'ride bareback' longer than most women could.&nbsp; Francis put his empty cup back on the bar and thought that if he wanted to keep talking to this pretty creature that maybe he should take it easy on the drink.
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				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 03:41:42</strong>
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				"Oh I am SO in. I'll see your five and raise you another ten." she said, dropping the chips into place as she waited patiently.<br><br>She wasn't aware of any other crew members for her newest ship. If they were there,she had no idea where they were. But then again she wasn't trying to find them. Just kill some time until the captain arrived to show her to her new home. But she was getting bored. She had already made a decent amount of money. She only had to get more than enough to get the things she imagined might be best for the ship. She was the pilot, and she had things she wanted to be installed. But she would need to find the right items to do it before anything else happened. She had the knowledge needed for what she wanted. But putting it together was a different story. She'd need the captain's permission, and the mechanic to actually do the work.
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 09:10:10</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br><br><strong>”As you wish, mate,”</strong> the bartender glares at Francis, and fills his empty cup with more purple juice. And as curios as any bartender can be, he openly listens in on the conversation between the two.<strong> ”Oh, I should have known, you're that Francis, going with the Castille, are you?”</strong> The young marine asks, it's obvious that she's been updated about the few civilian visitors to the Anchor. <strong>”You know, there's only five visitors here on the Anchor, and you fit the Francis profile.”</strong> She sips on her drink again, and look at Francis with a smile.<strong> ”I'm Liz.”</strong><br><br>Moments later, an obviously pissed off lady steps up to the bar and orders a refill, she nods at the blonde marine in recognition but ignore Francis for the moment. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Odessa </strong></span><br><br>Odessas opponent stares at the raise for a second before looking down at her own cards again, <em>'Careful now, she might have three of a kind with such a quick raise, maybe better,'</em> the woman nervously taps the cards with her fingers, and then toss her cards down. <strong>”You better have some really fuckin good cards, I'm out of luck.”</strong> With those words, the woman leaves the table and steps up to the bar for a refill. Odessa notices that the woman wears the boots and pants of a marine as she steps away.<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Trough the view-port, in the docking-bay</strong></span><br><br>Three CF-Marines in full armor is leaving the platform across the bay, two are left behind and stands guard outside the Castille. Through the speakers, a friendly female voice can be heard .<strong> “Docking has been secured in bay Five.”</strong> A group of mechanics, all dressed in bright orange coveralls, moves up to the Castille and begins with the refueling procedures. Odessa knows that it would cost 30 000 credits to recharge a fuel-core in a ship of that size. The Captain of the Castille can be seen as he steps into the trade-office, maybe to pay for the fuel and buy some cargo.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 14:10:20</strong>
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				“Docking has been secured in bay Five.” Sarah opens her eyes with a smile. "Finally." She said to herself, getting out of her seat, grabbing her bag and made her way to the docking bay. She'd been bored out of her mind these last three days, but it looked as if she'd finally get something to do again. She hadn't done much socializing at the station, as she wasn't use to handling people. No she preferred to soothing sound of, the drive engines to keep her company. "I wonder what, the Captain will be like..." She thought to herself. This would be the first time she'd actually served in a crew...Hopefully they'd respect her privacy.
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 15:34:19</strong>
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				The Marine that had been posted at the entrance of hangar bay 5, looked at Sarah as she approached the door, and he pressed a button on the wall-panel beside him. The door opened with a hizzing sound, a very uncommon luxury back down on Altaire 5. <strong>”Sarah Freeman, your papers will be delivered to the Castille along with your heavy tools and weapons, as soon as the captain of the Castille has signed the required documents. Good luck with your travels.”</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 16:47:09</strong>
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				"Oh, so I'm <em>that</em> Francis, what kind of Francis am I anyway, lil lady?" he smiled, ignoring the tender, as he leaned in a little, the alcohol starting to take effect.&nbsp; At least he hoped it was alcohol... it still looked way to much like the coolant that the techs would pump into ships though... but he drank it anyway, knowing it would be in his system for quite a while.&nbsp; But hell, he was big and dumb, what do I care, he thought.&nbsp; <br><br>The card player had stepped up to get her a drink and he gave her a quick once over... He was confidant he could take her, but she looked like she might know a thing or two about fighting herself... maybe not.&nbsp; Play it safe Francis, you never know what ya gonna get.<br><br>The docking chimes and warning went off, Francis sighed and set down his cup. He threw a couple sticks on the bar and stood. <br><br>"Well, lil lady, Ahm afraid that is my cue.&nbsp; Hows about one o' them Rainy Checks on that daincin'?" He smiled at her again and headed for the bay.&nbsp; He thought about his gear and kicked one of the infoterminals to life.&nbsp; Pressing a few keys he got it his gear checked to be loaded aboard the Castille.&nbsp; "Whe-elp, time to meet the Cap'n."&nbsp; and on he walked.
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				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 23:10:21</strong>
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				Sarah bowed politely at the marine, as it was the polite thing to do. Did she have to bow for workers? She still didn't fully understand, to whom she was meant to show respect to, and who she shouldn't. Tough the marine core did seem pretty honorable... Ah well. Atleast she'd been polite, if nothing else. She walked threw the doors, and felt her stomach twist. "No going back now..." She said with a sigh, trying to reassure herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 00:40:55</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Sitting in one of the booths.&nbsp; The dark brown skin tone Salonika&nbsp; Quietly sipped on her cup of coffee as she stared out the window and across the station towards the ship known as the Castille.&nbsp; &nbsp; They have been waiting nearly two days for the arrival of the ship. <br><br>She really knew nothing of the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well that is a lie, she knew each one in detail by their medical folders.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she has been hired to be the ship board doctor.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would be soon enough getting to know each one of them.&nbsp; For now Salonika&nbsp; preferred to be aloof.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she lowered her cup of coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking up her daily pad.&nbsp; She would quickly scan over the the news of the day.&nbsp; <br><br>Despite her apparent aloofness. She feels the growing excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;To see her med bay aboard the ship.&nbsp; It would hers, she is going to be the ship's medicus.&nbsp; How could one not be excited about such.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 01:20:52</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br><br><strong>”Well,” </strong>the blonde marine started, <strong>”lets just say that I glanced at your profile during the briefing this morning, and I like the way you handle trouble.”</strong> She placed her cup on the counter-top and stopped the bartender from giving a refill. <strong>”And if it weren't for Admiral Edina, you'd probably be locked away for piracy by now.”</strong> She gave Francis a sweet, teasing smile, <strong>”But since you're on the good side now, my invitation still stands when you return, IF you return.” </strong>Her face hardened, barely noticable and still lovely, <strong>”The Castille has been picking up new crew for the fifth time now, I wouldn't trust that Captain, so be careful out there.” </strong>She stood, and headed over towards the tables, <strong>”You know my name, get in touch if you return, and I'll show you the club.”</strong><br><br>The Marine that had been posted at the entrance of hangar bay 5, looked at Francis as he approached the door, maybe twenty seconds behind Sarah, and opened for him. <strong>”Francis McHenry,”</strong> He said, looking straight at him, <strong>”Your papers will be delivered to the Castille along with your gear.”</strong> The marine nodded at Francis,&nbsp; <strong>”Good luck with your travels.” </strong><br><br>Francis could see that information constantly streamed on a small screen, mounted on the wall beside the guard-post, so that the guard could see the security updates.<br><br><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sarah</strong></span> Approaching the ship<br><br>The ship seemed to be nothing but a scruffy, rattletrap freighter, and Sarah could easily figure&nbsp; that a ship the size of the Castille needs at least two people, and preferably four to run her smoothly. Her sides were scarred with projectile dents and carbon markings from small explosions, that hull could really need some patching and polishing, as soon as the resources were made available. <br><br>Four of the mechanics walked into the area, crossing Sarahs path and moving towards the Castille. Dragging a&nbsp; wheeled, heavy sled. On the sled, a replacement for the fuel core, and some heavy tools.<br><br>The Chief mechanic hails Sarah as she approaches, with a question. <strong>”You're part of the crew?”</strong> He looks at her, he's a bit dirty and sweaty from hard labour, but has a charming smile, <strong>”We tried to get a reading from the log about where or how she's been outfitted. Can't help you with the repairs without that information.”</strong><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br><br>The most disturbing news today are those about the food riots down on Altaire 5, as they started only yesterday. The senate is rapidly losing control, and two of its members has resigned. NC Police has closed all markets and the streets are unsafe for civilians. Estimated five hundred casualties so far, mostly civilian.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 05:32:19</strong>
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				Tossing her cards on the table she smiled before she hauled the chips in. She smirked and stood, before she hit a button on the table. Her winnings were calculated before her credit chip dinged that it was done. Not bad but if she had to pay for refueling the ship she was going to be royally fucked. IF lucky enough to be just that.&nbsp; She had to be careful, and if she ran out of money she literally was going to be fucked. Until payday that is. Grabbing her things she slid her credit chip into her pocket before she slung her bag over her shoulder. Turning she walked away, her eyes narrowing as she went. She wasn't sure if ripping the marine off was a good move or not but she had done well enough. She hummed to herself as she began heading for the ship. Slipping an old boot camp cap onto her head, pulling the bill down over her face, hiding it from unwanted attention. Then again nobody who REALLY didn't want attention would do that. It was too suspicious in a crowd where most people weren't wearing hats, let along having them pulled down over their faces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 06:10:08</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Finishing the cup of coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning off her daily pad, after viewing the daily news.&nbsp; In which anarchy seems to be the theme of the immediate present.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Tossing credits down for the waitress for a tip then.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika would grab her carry on bag.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she slipped out of the booth.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A few heads turn towards her.&nbsp; &nbsp; Lust would flash in those eyes that grace the dark brown skin woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Who is dressed in a cotton dress that buttons down the front.&nbsp; &nbsp;That comes down to just above her knees.&nbsp; Yet is tight form fitting and is royal blue color.&nbsp; &nbsp; It clings to her curves.&nbsp; &nbsp;More revealing then if she were just plain nude.&nbsp; &nbsp; So tight is the dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;That it reveals she could not possibly have anything on underneath.&nbsp; <br><br>Pausing for a moment to adjust the strap of her carry on over her shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika would begin to move through the cafe.&nbsp; &nbsp; Heading to out through the exit.&nbsp; As it was time for her to muster and make her way onto the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her hips moved in that sensual provocative sash shay as she headed out.&nbsp; &nbsp; Of course more heads would turn, more longing stares.&nbsp; That literally tore off her dress.&nbsp; &nbsp;For her every gesture, body movement is so suggestive.&nbsp; &nbsp;That it can not be helped.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is like a big large neon sign flashes over her.&nbsp; <br><br>Stepping out of the cafe.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her gaze would fall across to the ship.&nbsp; As she pause for a moment and just observe.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 09:59:38</strong>
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				"Um...Yeah, i guess I'm part of the crew." She said looking over at the man. "Tough I'm afraid, i don't have access to any logs." She felt her face turn red. Back on her ship, if something were missing, it was her responsibility. Tough she knew, she wouldn't be blamed for not having the notes, she couldn't help but to feel a little embarrassed. "You wouldn't know where the captain is?" She asked raising a brow. She didn't want to waste any time, 'getting to know each other', rather getting started on the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 19:12:28</strong>
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				<strong>Odessa </strong><br><br>The marine that were posted at the door into the bay, looked at Odessa as she approached, trying to identify her, but Odessas way of wearing that cap made it a bit difficult for him. The marine raised his hand towards her, <strong>“Excuse me, this area is off limits, only registered personnel, crew and passengers allowed. Can I see your permits?”<br></strong><br><br><strong>Salonika</strong><br><br>The door into the hangar bay 5 were just closing shut at the end of the short corridor, and she noticed the big man that just walked through it. She can also see a lady approaching the guard, she can listen in on the conversation if interested.<br><br><strong>Sarah</strong><br><br><strong>“Guess the Captain will let us know if he need help with it then,”</strong> the man said and continued his work, <strong>“He should be over at the trading office, but board the ship if you're part of the crew.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 19:36:28</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Human nature would have Salonika slow her steps.&nbsp; &nbsp;So she indeed could listen in.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was only natural to be curious.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she would because of this pull out her own papers and identification card.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the other is done.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika steps would take her now in turn up to the marine that is posted as sentry in guarding the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She would offer one of her sensual smiles that hinted of so much more to the marine.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she would hand out her papers and identification to look over.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she addresses him.<br><br><em>"Doctor Salonika Patel,&nbsp; as you can see by my papers.&nbsp; I am have been hired to attend as the ship board doctor for the Castille." </em><br><br>Each one that she looks to.&nbsp; From the large burly marine, the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her second site looks into them.&nbsp; Looking for sign of the black plague that she had run across.&nbsp; That had led her to accept such a job in the first place.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>09-04-2010, 20:21:46</strong>
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				Francis nodded to the Marine guard and continued onward, but he noticed the delectably curvacious dark skinned woman and couldn't help but whistle in admiration, not noticing as his head was in direct confrontation with a low hanging beam.&nbsp; The sharp gonging noise jerked him awake and he grinned sheepishly at her, making a gesture of tipping his hat, although not wearing one, to her as he ducked and continued on.&nbsp; All the while still not noticing as he nearly bowls over a mechanic and a lovely lady he was chatting with.<br><br>"Pardon me folks, I seem to have not been paying near enough damn attention. My A-pologies to the both of you." and with a wink to the pretty lady he amiably walked towards the hatch his thoughts turning to what the pretty blonde marine had said as he left. <br><br><strong>The Castille has been picking up new crew for the fifth time now, I wouldn't trust that Captain, so be careful out there,</strong> flashed through his mind as he approached the ship entrance.&nbsp; He wondered what she meant by that, wouldn't that mean the new Cap was a pirate too?&nbsp; He grinned as the thought of better pay and booty came to his mind.&nbsp; Being a merc had its definite advantages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 04:23:15</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br><br><em>There seemed to be no trace of the black plague, or any other disease on them. The latest plague that she'd heard about was on the civilian cruiser, Argos, no survivors, 75 dead plus a dog. There were no single evidence about how the plague had arrived on that ship, not even any evidence about a plague. But certain details indicated that a black ghost might have somehow managed to infiltrate and spread a plague-like madness aboard the vessel. Rumor has it, that most of the crew had committed suicide, or been slaughtered, one by one. The typical tell-sign of those damned demonic spirits from the darkest pits of sumra. At least this is what a friend of hers said..</em><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Odessa</strong></span><br><br><strong>“Oh, sorry. More crew for Castille,”</strong> The Marine said as Odessa got closer, and with the doctor just behind her. <strong>“Hard to see your face under that cap.”</strong><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika &amp; Odessa</strong></span><br><br>The guard nodded at the two, and opened the door for them, and added with a polite smile, “Have a good trip, and good luck out there.”<br><br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis &amp; Sarah </strong></span><br><br><strong>“Careful, fu...”</strong> the mechanic shouted angrily as he almost dropped his tools, but he calmed down when he looked up at the big man, Francis.&nbsp; <strong>“these tools are worth more than a years salary, please... please be more careful.” </strong>The mechanic gave Francis a loong, angry look as he disappeared up towards the hatch. <strong>“No offence, lady,”</strong> he then said to Sarah and continued his work.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br><br>The two guards that had been posted at the bottom of the Castilles ramp, ignored Francis as he stepped up and entered through the large hatch.&nbsp; The Castilles main airlock, very spacious and kept clean, big enough to let a small lift truck into the workshop.<br><br><br>-----------------------------------<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Captain Shaan, entering the docking bay.</strong></span><br><br>The meeting with the trade official on Altaire 5's Anchor station could have gone a lot smoother. Shaan hated bureaucrats more than he hated cockroaches on the Castille, and he didn't hide his feelings. Docking fee, recharging the fuel-core, and paying for the resupplying of food storage and lifesupport, Shaan had only five hundred creds left. He hated the fucking Anchor and it's food-prices. He stopped at the public comm-station on his way out to the hangar, and dialed his local contact within the Collegia.<strong> “Shaan here, put him on.”</strong> he tapped the microphone with his fingers as he waited. <em><strong>“Yeess,”</strong></em> a deep, raspy and chilling voice answered on the other side, Shaan stopped his tapping. <strong>“I'm ready to get going again, just waiting for the new crew and some resupplying.”</strong> The voice, a bit chilling and irritated, <em><strong>“You're two days late, you need to speed things up. We need the ship logs, and the lockbox from storage.”</strong></em> Shaan clenched his fist, discipline failed for a moment, he felt angry. <strong>“Yeah, two fucking days... YOU should have warned me, I lost five good people out there, and before that, I had to switch crew a few times because they refused to go out there. Fucking close to mutiny, TWO times.”</strong> Shaans voice, cracking a bit, he's getting tired, mentally exhausted, could need a strong drink. <em><strong>“Make sure to deliver, you have one week before we take action....”</strong></em> Shaan didn't bother to listen, he thumbed a button that cut the transmission, and ended the conversation. <strong>"Fucking Collegia"</strong> he muttered to himself as he stepped away from the comm-station and headed out into the hangar bay. He opened the thermos as he walked, and took a deep gulp of it's strong content. <strong>“much better, fucking much,”</strong> he said aloud into the air as he stepped through the doorway and put the thermos away under his duster.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 06:46:18</strong>
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				"I don't believe in luck. You're either good or you're not." she said, continuing forward toward the ship.<br><br>She didn't have any intention of doing anything but boarding, stowing her gear, and finding her station. If she was right then the blue prints put it at the bow of the ship. She needed to get used to the control settings as quickly as possible. But she wouldn't be able to do much unless she had the right information. Then again she was used to several types of control systems. If the ship had CNS up-link it would be easy. But if it was the old "Nilus" style interface she would be much farther off. CNS uses the pilots central nervous system, allowing the user to control the ship by thought. But the Nilus was an old style holographic keyboard and screen, allowing the pilot to command by typing commands into the ship's computer. She made her way to the ship, going straight for the Personnel quarters, not really sure if she was going to enjoy this or not. Then again CNS up-links were used only in the most top secret of ships. But if she could make enough money she knew just the black market scum lord to get one from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 08:43:24</strong>
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				Sara raised a brow at the strange man, who entered the ship. "God i hope, i don't have to deal with him..." She mumbled to herself. She stood there and wondered for awhile, if she should see the captain or board the ship. On one hand, she wanted to see the ship...But on the other, that guy just walked on board. She let out a sigh, as she started to walk towards the hatch. Hope fully he wouldn't bother her. She felt a little nervous walking past the two guards, tough she just kept walking forward, avoiding eye contact.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 09:15:43</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The antics that prevail with the one known as Francis.&nbsp; Would bring a smile of amusement to Salonika.&nbsp; &nbsp;An as he came closer and passed on by.&nbsp; Her tongue would tease across the bottom of her lip.&nbsp; As she entertained thoughts he be a perfect partner for perform tantric rituals.&nbsp; <br><br>She would be let past like the woman before her.&nbsp; Another who would be her crew mate aboard the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;As well as the big guy.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a nod and smile for the marines she would when allowed to continue and enter.&nbsp; Would proceed onto ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Like the others she would go to her station.&nbsp; Which will be the medical bay aboard the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nothing she noted was noticed of the black plague.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 17:33:46</strong>
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				Francis stood in the airlock entry, waiting for it to cycle, when he noticed the pretty lady he had almost knocked over was waiting for it as well.&nbsp; He waited for the doors to open and entered, speaking as he did.<br><br>"So, I guess that means you're a crewmember of the Castille as well?&nbsp; Names Francis, Francis McHenry.&nbsp; Pleased to meet ya!"&nbsp; He stuck out his paw in a handshake, giving her his dopey smile and his big man frame twisted slightly to face her, all while trying to walk.&nbsp; He was forced to stop and await the inner hatch to cycle, he wondered if it was a Model 43 or 44 hatch.&nbsp; The 43 usually only took 5 seconds to cycle completely and was all around a better hatch.&nbsp; He thought about the dark skinned goddess he had passed earlier and wondered what was hidden by her well cut dress.&nbsp; Those hips and dat ass, he thought.&nbsp; But then he thought of what weaponry the Castille might have aboard as he hadn't seen any outward signs of weapons, only battle damage.&nbsp; What the blonde marine had said earlier brought her back to his mind, and he wondered if she danced horizontally as well as she did vertically.&nbsp; Then he was reminded of the coolant he drank earlier, he was sure it was coolant, it had to be.&nbsp; Regular alcohol takes a bit to have an effect as he could feel himself on the cusp of tipsiness.&nbsp; But hopefully not enough to show.&nbsp; He recalled that this woman had been at the bar as well. "Hey, do you know if that purple stuff is TA-4 Coolant?" he queried immediately after her response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 18:18:45</strong>
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				Odessa kept her thoughts to herself as she entered the airlock, her eyes scanning Sara and Francis. True she owned only the tiniest portion of the ship but she still owned it. Setting her duffel bag down beside her she folded her arms over her chest as she waited. Her cap was still pulled down over her face. But then again he clothes did little, if anything, to hide the fact she was a woman.&nbsp; She was so bored, her mind cycling over and over repeating the same thoughts like a mantra. It worked like white noise to anyone that tried to read the mind of someone more powerful than they were. And it was something that had saved her life before so she kept very much in practice.<br><br>"So do you think the captain is any good? I mean if he had to change crew time and again how much respect can he actually command?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 02:16:49</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Odessa</strong></span><br><br>As Odessa approached the ship, she noticed the serial-numbers and the classifications stamped on the hull. The Castille appeared to be one of the latest Chikara-class transports, built almost 90 years ago back on Earth, maybe one of the last to be shipped before the nodes to earth got blown up, and that would make her one of the newest ships in the sector. No doubt she would be equipped with a Nilus system, maybe CNS/Nilus hybrid as those were standard when she was being built. But most likely, she would be more hands on, to avoid glitches in software, unless the Captain had access to the best military upgrades and maintenance.<br><br>The Chikara model had been popular among the colonists, and it's main purpose had been to ship equipment and personell to the mining platforms and smaller colonies. This model was a top catch for pirates during the first 50 years after link to earth was cut, and there are maby only two or three left. <br><br><em><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Specifications, as seen on the manifest when she paid for her part in the ship.<br><br>Length : 52m/56yd<br>Height : 15m/16yd<br>Width : 28m/30yd<br>(slightly resembles a submarine in shape, minus tower and such. Cockpit is located in the mid, topside. Can attach to shipping containers and other objects. Look in the ooc-thread for layout.)<br><br>Machinery : 1 Modifierad Chikara/Mohandi CM-I Reactor, divided between 14 smaller C/M-Cruise engines and 2 large C/M-A engines. The emergency system seems to be fueled by diesel, a Mohandi DAS engine, only to be used within atmosphere to charge batteries.<br>(Comment : Standard for the model, adapted to fit the fading tech of the colonies)<br>Armaments: 2 light front cannons. 1 light rear cannon. 1 torpedoe tube. <br>(Comment : Chikara is civilian model, Castille has obviously been adapted for military use.)</span></em><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br><br>As he suspected, it was the older model 43, and it had been equipped with a bulky intercom, for communications with the rest of the ship, and a small emergency locker, probably filled with first-aid equipment and such, even a fire axe. This airlock seems hard as hell to cut through, since the ramp folds over it, as a protecting shield when closed. That's not standard for a freighter of this class. Francis had seen one of these models before, and it had been an easy catch, as that ship had been unarmed. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br><br>The emergency locker, and all other details she sees, is something completely new to her. The locker seems a bit outdated, and the items visible through the glass might be enough to stop bleeding and give emergency treatments, nothing more. This might be a gruesome experience.<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Workshop, gangway.</strong></span><br><br>The Airlock finally opens, and reveals the workshop below. A fully equipped workshop, two stories high, and you can use one of the ladders to get down onto the floor, or continue forward on the&nbsp; gangway, through the open hatch into a cramped corridor and onwards to the lounge. From the lounge, you can reach all areas of the ship. The interiors of the ship goes mainly in a boring, dark-blue, with darkened white panels and soft lights. Very comfortable to the eyes, but also a bit boring.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sarah</strong></span><br><br>This is a mechanics wet dream, you have access to everything needed, or at least that's how it seems. The workbenches holds heavy tools for maintenance and repairs, crates with spare parts, and there's even a metal lathe and a cutter down there in case you need to manufacture anything. <br><br><br>(I don't intend to go that much into describing all rooms in detail, feel free to use imagination and write some up as you spend time aboard the castille ; Claustrophobic, retro-fitted sci-fi interiors. And move freely on the Castille as long as it's possible to reach that area, and I'll give some input, just look in the ooc-thread for the layout. The story will move on when all people are ready.)<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 06:52:02</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Setting down her carry on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would look over&nbsp; the stocked supplies.&nbsp; A mere medicine cabinet is all the ship has.&nbsp; &nbsp; Outdated and now crude by standards of what she was use to.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She bet such lack of detail was not afforded to the weapons system of the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; Oh well she would make due with what she has to work with.&nbsp; &nbsp;If something major comes,&nbsp; she just have to triage more thoroughly.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Well with that thought she would see about setting up her gear in the quarters that is hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 07:40:24</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br><br>On the way to her quarters, after passing a few more emergancy lockers, Salonika notices the med-bay, located just ahead of the lounge. It's a bit of a simple field surgeons office, with tools and equipment to carry out simple tasks. It hasn't been cleaned for a while, dried blood on the floor and on the exam table, a surgeons tools spilled on the floor, it smells bad in here. There's also a bed with monitoring equipment that might work, and a metal cabinet for files and documents, lock broken. A locker for personal belongings, open and empty with a key in the lock.<br><br>Supplies are bad, maybe enough to patch a few people up, but it needs to be refilled. Only a handful of drugs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 11:54:53</strong>
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				Sarah smiled, looking over the tools. Taking a deep breath, she decided to look around the ship, while it was still fairly empty. She was quite amazed by the ship overall, sure it was a mess, but it was still ten times better then her old one. She wondered just what happened to the ship, as she walked threw the halls...Most have been hell of a encounter judging from the damage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 17:59:21</strong>
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				<strong>Sarah</strong><br><br>Life aboard a ship like this isn't for everyone, and basic procedures within the Colonial Fleet, is that each crew member must undergo a battery of tests to determine the physical and mental abilities as well as emotional well-being. Some of the mess in the hallways must be the result of badly trained crew, either the Captain has been fooled by false papers, or more likely, the skills needed to handle life on a ship like this are becoming rare, and he can't afford to be picky.<br><br>All hatches that she passes seems to be in good condition, and each area can be sealed airtight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 20:33:25</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2927661#msg2927661">Quote from: Marvin on 11-04-2010, 07:40:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br><br>On the way to her quarters, after passing a few more emergancy lockers, Salonika notices the med-bay, located just ahead of the lounge. It's a bit of a simple field surgeons office, with tools and equipment to carry out simple tasks. It hasn't been cleaned for a while, dried blood on the floor and on the exam table, a surgeons tools spilled on the floor, it smells bad in here. There's also a bed with monitoring equipment that might work, and a metal cabinet for files and documents, lock broken. A locker for personal belongings, open and empty with a key in the lock.<br><br>Supplies are bad, maybe enough to patch a few people up, but it needs to be refilled. Only a handful of drugs.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Well this was a mess.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thought goes through Salonika's mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she would put away her gear.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;But she would not be going to meet the others.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she needed to clean this hazard mess up.&nbsp; &nbsp;It royally pissed her off.&nbsp; &nbsp;But there is naught she could do about.&nbsp; &nbsp;No sense in whining over it.&nbsp; &nbsp;For in the end she would be the one responsible for indeed cleaning up.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>So sort of speaking, it was time to roll up her sleeves and get busy with cleaning the med bay.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 21:18:08</strong>
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				Odessa made her way to the bridge, taking her time to explore as she went. As she came to what had to be the pilot's position she moved to sit in it. She reached out stroking the arms of the chair, smiling as she relaxed before looking the control system over. If they had the CNS upgrade then she was going to be the ship itself. Her central nervous system would be connected with it, allowing her to make commands with nothing more than a thought. But how the ship reacted would be something she would have to get used to. And if it didn't have it she would have to work on her timing. How to get things to do what she wanted them to do depended on how fast her own reaction speed was. But as long as she didn't have to hold back it would be nearly impossible to shoot them down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 22:28:06</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Odessa</strong></span><br><br>As feared, the Castille's flight-controls had been totally retro-fitted with analog gauges and controls, so using CNS was out of the picture, at least until someone paid for new software, and repaired the broken hardware.&nbsp; The Nilus system seemed functional, but with limited functionality, it covered the weapons systems and most avionic displays. The displays that weren't covered by the Nilus, had retro-fitted screens, obviously looted from some old office building or similar.<br><br>It's a comfortable seat, with adjustable pedal heights, and a perfect view through the 'windshield'. She can see that one of the mechanics has climbed up and is trying to remove some debris from the hull with a hammer.<br><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Salonika</strong></span><br><br>On the floor, under the exam-table, she finds some notes from the previous doc, indications of heavy combat aboard the Castille, space-sickness or something similar, the notes are sparse and difficult to understand, perhaps the old doctor were dying as he wrote them down? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 01:21:50</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Sitting down in the stool next to the examine table.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika would now pick back up the notes that she had found under the examine table.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she read through them.&nbsp; In cursory reading at first.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just seeing what the gist of content is.&nbsp; She would note the battle wounds tended to.&nbsp; &nbsp;But then one thing stood out.&nbsp; Something in reference to a space sickness.&nbsp; &nbsp;This made her think of the guy that had come into the ER that had triggered her want to take a job such as this.&nbsp; Instead of just resident someplace planet side.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She now looks through the notes in thorough reading.&nbsp; &nbsp; But the notes are haphazard.&nbsp; Almost as if a dying man had written this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pausing for a second to think on that.&nbsp; &nbsp;It hit her like a ton of bricks.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was dying,&nbsp; for that matter all of the prior crew had died.&nbsp; &nbsp;Had it all been to this sickness.&nbsp; &nbsp;An what was this sickness.&nbsp; She had a vital witness that could help shed light on this.&nbsp; The captain, he was the only one not to succumb.&nbsp; &nbsp;She needed to go and see him.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she did need to introduce herself personally that she has reported for duty.&nbsp; &nbsp;But the questions now rose up within her.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she burned to get them answered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 15:56:40</strong>
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				Francis wandered the ship, taking in choke points and defensive positions as well as areas of retreat and killzones for fields of fire.&nbsp; He wanted to be sure to stay alive after all.&nbsp; He finally found what appeared to be his quarters and stepped in to look over his gear.&nbsp; Mainly weapons and armour, it didn't take him long to strip them down, check them over, and then put them back together before stowing them.&nbsp; The important stuff out of the way, he started to wander again.&nbsp; Soon enough, he would find his way to the cargo hold, and boy was it a mess.&nbsp; The boys back at station had been in an awful hurry to get back to payday activities, so had left crates and cargo strewn about.&nbsp; Shrugging, Frances figured he had better busy himself until the real work began.&nbsp; Heaving, he began to shift the heavy crates, the sound of them scraping across the floor echoing throughout the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 01:06:29</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Francis</strong></span><br><br>If someone boarded the Castille through the cargo airlock, the only obvious way besides cutting through hull, defense should be easy unless the crew ran out of ammo. The quarters felt really cramped for a man at Francis size, but luckily, it was clean. And if Francis felt like following procedures, he would put his weapons into the armory-locker to avoid accidents.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Castille</strong></span><br><br>Shaan had crossed the bay, walked up the ramp and smoothly and confidently into the Castille's airlock. It might have been more polite to give a signal in advance to the new crew, but Shaan could not pass up the chance to make them a bit edgy. As soon as the airlock finished it's cycle, he walked&nbsp; straight toward the lounge, where he activated the intercom. <strong>“Captain Shaan here, welcome aboard the Castille. We'll be taking off in a few hours, as soon as we're cleared, so get your asses into the lounge ASAP." </strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 02:25:14</strong>
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				Sarah sighed, at the announcement. She hoped they wouldn't have some sort of group exorcise or anything. She had rather hoped to simply slip away in the ship, and get to work. Obviously not..."Wonder what the captains like..." Se thought to herself, as she made her way to the lounge. She couldn't help but to wonder if all this damage, was because of him, or the previous crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 02:37:47</strong>
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				Francis wiped his brow and listened to the intercom.&nbsp; Oh boy, the man with the money has arrived.&nbsp; He gave one last shove and finished his chore. Now if he had to the cargo hold would be a grear defensive position.&nbsp; He snagged a bottle of hydro from the galley before plopping down in the lounge.&nbsp; He merely watched as the other's enterance.&nbsp; But when the captain walked in, he had to at least grudgingly respect the man.&nbsp; He could feel the military bearing that guided this man's every move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 05:11:18</strong>
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				With a sigh Odessa finished getting the pilot section adjusted just for her before she rose. Slipping her bag into her chair she walked away, heading for the lounge, or at least her idea of where it was. She got lost twice trying to find it before she finally entered behind Sarah. She slipped to one side, standing just inside the door, leaning against the wall there, her face still mostly hidden behind her cap. With a light sigh she reached up adjusting the cap, to reveal her face to the people in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 05:33:20</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">The Castille</span> Lounge<br><br>Captain Shaan, formerly a Colonial navy officer, hero in the latest war, sat in the lounge sofa, sipping a stout and wishing that he were not going back out there.&nbsp; After death comes silence, and it is without form or meaning to the Castille, but Shaan, it's captain, cared still. <br><br>Shaan had watched his last crew die, some by his hands, and he hated to go back there, out to that cursed ship again.&nbsp; At the time, Shaan had felt only rage. In the weeks that followed, he felt sorrow, the dull constant ache of missing his friends, even those that had turned against him out of space-sickness or posession by those damned ghosts. It was an ache that had receded somewhat over the last few days, but it would never completely disappear. <br><em><br>Collegia debts.. great. Just what I need, Shaan thought bitterly. A big greedy guild of mobsters watching over me, giving me orders... Great. Just great. How the fuck did I get into this mess.</em><br><br>The Captain gazed into his tankard, and the dark brew reflected his facial features back at him, distorting his features so that he appeared nearly as ghastly as the damned ghosts of that damned ship. Shaan rubbed a hand over his face, feeling several days' stubble. Ever since he'd left the service, he kept forgetting to shave. His mouth tightened and he ran the hand through his unruly dark hair. For the past ten years he'd kept it cut short in approved military fashion, but now, it was almost shaggy... . but then again . . . what difference did it make?<br><br>Captain Shaan looked up at Sarah as she entered the Lounge, and appreciated her slender, yet curvaceous body. He tried to connect with her green eyes, and gave her a slight nod, greeting her. He then shifted his eyes to Odessa as she filed in, estimated her to be very slender and agile, hard to see her shapes. His eyes then shifted again this time towards Francis, a big thirsty man, perhaps the biggest man ever seen on the Castille. Shaan nodded at him as well, approving his arrival with a smile. Shaan then got up onto his feet and started before the voluptuous Salonika had entered.<br><br><strong>“I'm sorry about the mess around here, but I've been alone the last few weeks, and had my hands full&nbsp; bringing Castille back to port.” </strong>Shaan gulped the last of his stout and placed the empty tankard on the sticky table. He got onto his feet, reach for the wall and flipped the intercom switch so that Salonika could hear.<br><br><strong>“I've been paid to bring some stuff back from the fringe, from a ghost-ship to be exact, and i've already lost over a dozen good people trying to get it done. Some to mutiny, some to the fucking ghosts, some to space-sickness, they just got mad and had to be put down.”</strong> It was obvious that he didn't like this mission, maybe that was his flaw as a leader. Showing too much emotion about this.<br><br><strong>“Doctor Salonika,”</strong> he then continued, speaking straight into the microphone,<strong> “make sure to check up on the crew as quickly as possible. You need to establish their files, so you can find changes and notice anomalies on their health later on. You'll have the spare key to the weapons locker, so if anything happens, make sure to unlock it, and arm yourself.”</strong> He then looked at the mechanic, <strong>“Sarah, I'll give you free hands on the ship, and see if you can fix the water supplies. We've been leaking down in the storage the last few days.”</strong> He then looked past Sarah, at the pilot, trying to get a good look at her face, <strong>“Odessa, get comfortable on the bridge. I know she looks bad, but you'll be surprised at her agility and speed. I'll put you as second in command. I guess you have some experience from ships like this?” </strong>He then finally looked at Francis,<strong> “Francis, you're the only hired hand it seems, make yourself useful, where ever needed. I trust you have experience and can get around.”</strong><br><br>With that, he looked at the crew, <strong>“If you are having second thoughts about getting this done, get the fuck off my ship and try getting your money back from the Collegia. If you're staying, get your asses down to the doc for an exam.”</strong> He flipped off the intercom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 06:22:59</strong>
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				Taking the Credit chip from her pocket she threw it at the captain before she smirked, her eyebrow quirking.<br><br>"I guess since I'm flying I'm buying the gas? It's going to take every last thing I won waiting for you but it seems like it might work." she said, smirking.<br><br>She turned and disappeared through the exit, heading back for the bridge. Putting her bag beside her she took a picture out of it before sticking it on the console in front of her. She began typing, working the systems, to get used to response time of the computer. She wasn't testing the engines, but getting used to the computer and it's layout. She could go see the doctor later, if absolutely needed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 16:50:49</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The crackle of the intercom would sound as the captain's voice came over to address the crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;Setting the notes down,&nbsp; Salonika would listen.&nbsp; Her attention picking up when her name is spoken.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Addressing her thoughts,&nbsp; as the crew are ordered to see her for examines to establish ship board files.&nbsp; However,&nbsp; the part in the transmission over the ship's intercom that really interests her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is the talk about ghosts.&nbsp; &nbsp;The open omission and acknowledgment of them.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now more then ever she had questions for the captain.&nbsp; &nbsp;That she would ask when he came in for his physical.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Meanwhile until the first one came.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would now look through the files of the old crew and captains file already on hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she will look for what is the common denominator of those that were inflicted and what set the captain aside.&nbsp; &nbsp; With realizing besides the captain.&nbsp; She is likely the only one has knowledge of the black ghosts.&nbsp; An might just be the only one that can deal effectively with them.&nbsp; &nbsp;An she would not be needing anything from the weapons locker.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 17:35:27</strong>
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				Francis looked the captain up and down one last time and figured, heck why not.&nbsp; Nothing better and no jobs anywhere else anyway.<br><br>He stood up and walked to the exit, clapping a hand on the Captain's shoulder as he stopped at the door.&nbsp; "Cap, looks like we're stuck in the same boat."&nbsp; and laughing he walked off to find something to do.&nbsp; He hated seeing doctors, they were always trying to stick him with things and shove pills and juices down his throat.&nbsp; Heck, he didn't even like being in their offices.&nbsp; So he decided he had best get the physical of some old geezer grabbing at his junk with eagle talons out of the way.&nbsp; He meandered down the ships corridors and ducked various beams and low doors, space, as big as it was, was not meant for giants.&nbsp; He ducked into the medical bay with a knock and a call.<br><br>"Hey doc, Capn said I need to get checked... out?" his voice trailed away as he noticed that the doctor was the exciting exotic woman from earlier.&nbsp; He once again found himself unable to speak and unable to act.&nbsp; He didn't know what it was about this dark skinned goddess, but it made him the biggest, dumbest ox in the galaxy... even if he already was.&nbsp; Suddenly, the idea of a check up didn't sound so bad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 20:21:37</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey doc, Capn said I need to get checked... out?" his voice trailed away as he noticed that the doctor was the exciting exotic woman from earlier.&nbsp; He once again found himself unable to speak and unable to act.&nbsp; He didn't know what it was about this dark skinned goddess, but it made him the biggest, dumbest ox in the galaxy... even if he already was.&nbsp; Suddenly, the idea of a check up didn't sound so bad.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Submerse into studying the files that have been forwarded.&nbsp; When the entrance and voice of Francis would draw her to look up.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is the large guy from earlier.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which brings a genial smile to her expression.&nbsp; &nbsp; A simple gesturing wave of her hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she sets aside the file in hand down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Rising up to greet.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Hello,&nbsp; let me introduce myself,&nbsp; I'am doctor Salonika Patel.&nbsp; &nbsp;I assume your here for the physical and you are?"</em><br><br>The dark skin raven haired beauty is adorn in a white lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which clings to her curves in a sensual manner.&nbsp; &nbsp;Eluding a inviting sexuality. <sup>(sexualized)</sup>&nbsp; Every gesture eludes this.&nbsp; &nbsp;The coat is only button with two of the buttons.&nbsp; &nbsp;What can be seen underneath is glimpses of her dark skin.&nbsp; Giving thought that she wore nothing underneath the coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;The motion given is towards a weight scale where she can weigh and measure your height.&nbsp; &nbsp; The med bay it self is clean,&nbsp; the freshens and smell of cleaning supplies would say she had just recently got done in cleaning the bay.&nbsp; <br><br>While Salonika stood and motion.&nbsp; Her gaze would take in the inner soul of the man before her.&nbsp; As she looked for the blight of blackness with her inner sight.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did not expect such now.&nbsp; Not from any of them.&nbsp; Except for the captain.&nbsp; For he was the lone survivor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 20:49:52</strong>
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				Francis nodded dumbly and spoke, his voice cracking at first but settling into its deep baritone after.<br><br>"Uh,. yeah, the physeecal." he spoke in his usual station accent, his ancestry clearly rural all the way back to earth.&nbsp; "Francis.&nbsp; Francis McHenry, ma'am."&nbsp; He lumbered over to the scale and bent down to unbuckle his boots.&nbsp; He remembered the drill on these check ups so he had to undress a little.&nbsp; Dropping them, he removed his heavy work shirt and left his pants on.&nbsp; Stepping on the scale his massive frame made it creak a little.<br><br>"We used to have scales like these when I was a kid." he commented, trying his best to keep his eyes from traveling the length of the doctors legs.&nbsp; He noticed how her coat made it seem as if she wore nothing beneath them and had to think about T4 coolant and whether it was drinkable to keep from having any thoughts about the possibility.&nbsp; He stood as straight as he could, but she would need a step ladder to check his height, as his normal height was over 2 meters.&nbsp; Probably around 6'6".&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:13:31</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><em>"Well then Francis it is good to meet you.&nbsp; Give me a moment and we shall get started."</em>&nbsp; She would say as she turned and looked through the files.&nbsp; As you strip down to your pants.&nbsp; She would sort quickly through them and pull yours out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Opening to your chart she would look in it with brief glance.&nbsp; Then turn, a moment is taken in pause.&nbsp; She then would reach down and push the stool over towards the weigh and height.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would first adjust the weight to find out your correct weight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once this is done.&nbsp; She scoot the stool in position.&nbsp; Then climbs to stand on the stool and lean in to adjust the height measuring.&nbsp; &nbsp; Which has her pressed against your right shoulder and arm.&nbsp; You feel the fullness of her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she does, she strikes up casual conversation.&nbsp; <em>"So I take it this is not your first time.&nbsp; You know it is mine.&nbsp; &nbsp; Anyways,&nbsp; any problems that bother you?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The closeness of her allows you to get a whiff of strong pheromones that give off a attracting scent eluding from her.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she goes to get down.&nbsp; Her coat at the bottom slight flashes open for the briefest of instances&nbsp; &nbsp; Giving a peek in which you swear she just flashed her bald privy area to you.&nbsp; &nbsp; But by the time you do a double take.&nbsp; She is again standing&nbsp; on the floor looking up to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lab coat has once again closed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"If you move over and take a seat on the examining table, we can get started with the rest of the physical.&nbsp; &nbsp;Any problems with bowel movement?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 04:45:11</strong>
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				"Uh, no, no problem with that.&nbsp; No problems at all really..." he stammers as she asks him her questions.&nbsp; Did she just flash me?&nbsp; No way, he thinks to himself.&nbsp; He shakes his head and tries to clear the fog from it that this exotic woman has clearly caused... He also tried to think of something else besides what he could swear was her mo that had flashed before his eyes.&nbsp; He lay down upon the table and prayed his erection would fade before she turned around, but damn, her but was curved just right as well... He groaned inwardly as he noticed his pants tenting, his erect pole straining to be free.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, there you go you great lummox. You are now going to piss off the one person who can sew your ass back together when you get it shot off.&nbsp; Good Job. I hope you are proud of yourself, he mentally chided himself.&nbsp; He had seen plenty of women, talked with plenty of women, and even slept with a few of them, willingly.&nbsp; But he didn't know what it was about this one that seemed to exude sensuality. Sexiness oozed from her body like the very air she breathed out was full of 'fuck me' juice...&nbsp; And here she comes... great.&nbsp; His head slumped against the table as he waited for the childish remark and subsequent berating from this gorgeous woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 06:03:21</strong>
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				Sarah turned, and left, leaving the rest of the crew, to their own affairs. She'd been told what to do, so there was no need to stick around. It took her a couple of minutes, before finding the water supplies. She sighed looking over it. Small leaks and holes here and there. Nothing major, just replace the pipes and they'd be done...Tough she doubted she'd get the material to do so... "No I'll probably gonna have to patch this up with a blowtorch" She thought with a sigh, as she looked over the damage closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 18:17:16</strong>
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				Shaan snatched the chip in mid air, rolled it between his fingers and smiled back at Odessa, “Already paid for, but you can fill the next time.” He decided to keep the chip anyways, slid the chip into his pocket and watched as the pilot&nbsp; disappeared towards the bridge. “If you need any help, Sarah, just let me know.” He then said to Sarah as she left the lounge. Moments later he was left alone.<br><br>[Play around a bit as you please, I'll push forward on friday into space. I'm still waiting for 2 players, hope they'll make it in time, otherwise they'll have to wait until Castille returns to port again]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 23:59:39</strong>
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				<sup><strong><em>Salonika</em></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2937272#msg2937272">Quote from: Xiddeus on 14-04-2010, 04:45:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Uh, no, no problem with that.&nbsp; No problems at all really..." he stammers as she asks him her questions.&nbsp; Did she just flash me?&nbsp; No way, he thinks to himself.&nbsp; He shakes his head and tries to clear the fog from it that this exotic woman has clearly caused... He also tried to think of something else besides what he could swear was her mo that had flashed before his eyes.&nbsp; He lay down upon the table and prayed his erection would fade before she turned around, but damn, her but was curved just right as well... He groaned inwardly as he noticed his pants tenting, his erect pole straining to be free.&nbsp; <br><br>Well, there you go you great lummox. You are now going to piss off the one person who can sew your ass back together when you get it shot off.&nbsp; Good Job. I hope you are proud of yourself, he mentally chided himself.&nbsp; He had seen plenty of women, talked with plenty of women, and even slept with a few of them, willingly.&nbsp; But he didn't know what it was about this one that seemed to exude sensuality. Sexiness oozed from her body like the very air she breathed out was full of 'fuck me' juice...&nbsp; And here she comes... great.&nbsp; His head slumped against the table as he waited for the childish remark and subsequent berating from this gorgeous woman.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Unfortunately for Francis.&nbsp; There is not enough time to suppress the erection he has suddenly developed.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is noticed as the doctor turns.&nbsp; &nbsp;Just by her sudden pause and brief look.&nbsp; She look away for a moment.&nbsp; As if she is embarrassed at seeing you in such a state.&nbsp; &nbsp; In that moment it can only be assumed.&nbsp; That now would come the storm of indignation.&nbsp; <br><br>Now Salonika had planned to perform a regular physical.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, she knew her occult skill she could better ascertain a better reading of Fracis through a tantric ritual.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bringing her gaze back almost immediately.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of a indignation plastered across her expression.&nbsp; &nbsp;Their is an amused gleam in her eyes.&nbsp; As she steps over to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her left hand reaching out.&nbsp; To pet the pop tented of your trousers with a soft caress.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Well I see you are quite healthy with your virility sir.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it is good that you did not pay attention.&nbsp; I merely asked you to take a seat on the examine table.&nbsp; Not lay out over it.&nbsp; " </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;While she spoke to you in amusement.&nbsp; Her right hand reaches down also.&nbsp; An you begin to feel her unbuttoning and unzipping your pants open.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she continued to talk.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Now seeing such a thing should not go to waste.&nbsp; &nbsp;I believe a through check of such is in order,&nbsp; don't you Francis?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; With that she free the erect cock of yours.&nbsp; As it springs free like&nbsp; flag pole.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her left hand would curl fingers around and she softly stroke it for a moment in tease.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then teasingly her hand would release the grasp just taken.&nbsp; As she step back a step.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her hands going to the few buttons that hold her lab coat closed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Deftly her fingers navigate the couple of buttons.&nbsp; As the coat would slide open.&nbsp; To reveal indeed she wore nothing underneath.&nbsp; &nbsp; What is more her dark brown skin is adorn in some kind of tribal tattooing to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She had not thought to use a tantric ritual at first.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would have used regular medical means to evaluate.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, with a tantric ritual.&nbsp; &nbsp;She could instantly see if anything ails him, by tasting of his semen.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Shedding the coat, to let it pool at her feet.&nbsp; As she now stands naked next to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I think before we continue with your examine.&nbsp; I should first take care of this Francis.&nbsp; Do you not agree with me?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Her hand reaches out to once again claim purchase around the erect cock of yours.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she starts to climb onto the examining table with you.&nbsp; Of course she is going to straddle you facing the opposite way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of which you should gleam what her intent is, in doing such.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 00:48:44</strong>
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				<em>"Well I see you are quite healthy with your virility sir.&nbsp; Perhaps it is good that you did not pay attention.&nbsp; I merely asked you to take a seat on the examine table.&nbsp; Not lay out over it." </em><br><br>Francis lifted his head at her words, slightly confused at her meaning.&nbsp; Her touch through his pants sent a shiver down his spine, and he could not believe that she had done so, not that he complained.&nbsp; Confusion, especially in a person as slow and big as he was, would prevail until things came into focus more on their own.&nbsp; Even when she unzipped his pants, he did not believe his own eyes that she had done so.&nbsp; Here he was, popping a boner at a hot doctor, one of his wildest fantasies, and it was coming true?<br><br><em>"Now seeing such a thing should not go to waste.&nbsp; &nbsp;I believe a through check of such is in order,&nbsp; don't you Francis?"</em><br><br>He could only dumbly nod as she spoke, <strong>"Sure doc." </strong>was all he could stumble out of his shocked lips, he did not complain nor dislike the touch she placed upon him, but was he hearing this right? No way, there was no way she meant to... oh wait, yeah, she did mean to.&nbsp; Her touch felt like the touch of an angel upon his manhood.&nbsp; Small bolts of electricity seemed to fire all throughout his body.&nbsp; He stared in amazement at her body that she revealed, it was even more perfect than he had imagined.<br><br><em>"I think before we continue with your examine.&nbsp; I should first take care of this Francis.&nbsp; Do you not agree with me?"</em><br><br><strong>"Whatever you say doc."</strong> was all he could come up with as he watched her step up to the table and begin to clamber over him, he could not help but slide one hand up her leg and guide it down.&nbsp; Her silky smooth thigh felt so good to touch, he could not believe his luck, and he gave a light slap at her ass as it slowly lowered at him.&nbsp; Her glistening slit opens slightly and he can smell an exotic scent, almost like a wild island flower.&nbsp; Damn Francis, now all you need is the shuttle full of bikini models to pick you up as a lotion boy, then you will have lived all of your fantasies.&nbsp; Her hand around his cock felt like she knew exactly what she was doing, and he loved every second of it, give me an experienced woman any day, he thought.&nbsp; He ran his hands up her velvety thighs and to her round and perfect looking ass, groping and massaging it as he could only gaze at her amazing sex and pucker.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 06:20:53</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>While Francis internally could not believe his stroke of good luck.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which he is about to engage with one hot curvaceous exotic beauty in sexual transgressions.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika would slide over straddling your head.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Just the way she moved, the pattern of tribal tattoos seem to slither on her in hypnotic allure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Francis would notice her own arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp;For her petals glisten like leaves of a rain forest with the&nbsp; hot steamy climate of a tropical jungle.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the moment would seem like such.&nbsp; The strong beat echoing.&nbsp; Is merely one's heart racing.&nbsp; With a slight gyration of her hips.&nbsp; She would light tease her petals to brush across your lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Unfortunately,&nbsp; because of position.&nbsp; &nbsp;Francis would miss the lovingly attention of worship she bequeath upon his cock.&nbsp; As if it were a golden idol.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she lowers her head leaning down towards it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her long raven black tresses brush around his groin in tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;A cascading waterfall of night splashing down.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her tongue velvety would tease swirling around his fat bulbous cock head.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sliding at the last moment of completing the swirl.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tip of her tongue would tease the small slit.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pushing on it, teasing it to ply open.&nbsp; Then it slide down to tease along the underneath of your swollen shaft.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her lush full lips slid over&nbsp; your cock's head.&nbsp; As you feel her taking your cock into her mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Suddenly her lips would pull back.&nbsp; Her tongue lashes and laps around your cocks shaft in lovingly manner.&nbsp; Then once again you feel her lips plied over and once again taking you into her mouth.&nbsp; This time you feel the draw of her mouth working as she begins to suck you off.&nbsp; &nbsp;Repeating this process over and over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 16:00:33</strong>
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				<br>Francis never noticed her tattoo as he was a simple man, watching her femininity lower to his face took all of his attention, and found he could only groan in delight as he felt her luscious lips around his rod.&nbsp; Using his thumbs he gently pulls open the folds of Salonika's core.&nbsp; The taste of it teased at his own lip where she had touched and he needed more, slipping his tongue between and into her sex, he probed and did his best to penetrate deep within.&nbsp; His lower teeth gently graze across her glistening pearl and he continues to massage at her cheeks with his fingers.<br><br>Waves of pleasure roll over his body as she begins to suck in earnest and Francis discovers that she is definitely the best at this act than he has ever been with.&nbsp; Francis prided himself on knowing the best 'ladies' around that specialized in pleasing a man, for a price of course, but this one... he couldn't even think of a word to describe the feeling that she gave him, the state of bliss that he was experiencing.&nbsp; So he could only groan and moan into her folds as he kept digging his tongue into Salonika's body, sometimes pulling it back to flick and suck at her pearl.&nbsp; With a woman like this, he could not withstand long before climaxing.&nbsp; Already, he could feel it beginning deep within his body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 23:03:00</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Ritual mistress of the tantric mysteries.&nbsp; with unspoken mastery.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika would weave the energies generated from the most primal place, those of creation.&nbsp; Tapping into those energies.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she performs a ritual of divining.&nbsp; &nbsp; Calling forth the seed of her partner.&nbsp; &nbsp;To taste and know of what if any thing that lies ailing him.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the seed could not lie.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her hips rolled with slow sensual erotic rhythm.&nbsp; As she grinds onto the tongue of Francis.&nbsp; &nbsp; Which heats and fuels her strength to tap into the energies that have begun to form around them.&nbsp; Unseen by those that have not the sight.&nbsp; They are felt though by all.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the climax, the pinnacle of those energies suddenly coming together and exploding in a tantric exlosion of pure delight.&nbsp; Is nothing more then the blissful heaven of release and orgasm.&nbsp; <br><br>Her tongue bathed over the thick throbbing cock of his.&nbsp; &nbsp;The quiver and pulse of his cock.&nbsp; She could sense his nearness.&nbsp; Soon she would taste of his seed.&nbsp; His sweet seed, that is the life of him.&nbsp; &nbsp;No power, no other thing held so much power within.&nbsp; For with out the seed.&nbsp; There would be no life blood.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her efforts redouble,&nbsp; as the walls of her mouth quiver in vibration from her endeavor of sucking him off.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 00:07:36</strong>
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				Francis almost howled with excitement as she suddenly increased her manipulations upon his manhood.&nbsp; He dove deeper into her clutching pussy and prayed he could at least give her some satisfaction as well, he&nbsp; redoubled his own efforts, feeling strangely revitalized by the sheer animal magnetism that radiated from this goddess that was worshipping his cock.&nbsp; Clamping his teeth over her shining jewel, he sucked at it and pushed a finger into her honey pot and started pumping it in and out of her, damned if he wasn't going to give as well as he got.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he had walked in he never expected this, he was thinking of a regular physical, but now all he cared about was what this beautiful and incredible was sucking him off and he was afraid he couldn't give her the satisfaction of an orgasm as well.<br><br>The vibrating of her mouth felt like pure pleasure given form, he could feel her inner walls were smooth and moist from her own juices, a definitive squelching noise could be heard as he pumped her with his large digit.&nbsp; He tasted her pleasure on his tongue as the liquid flowed from her flower and across his mouth, all over his tongue.&nbsp; For the first time in a long while he thought of honey when performing such on a woman. Feeling his muscles tensing all over his body, Francis knew that he couldn't hold on any longer and releasing his hold on her clit he groaned loudly as his spunk erupted from his shaft like it was a volcano. He could only barely maintain his finger motion, hoping he could get her to orgasm before he lost all power in his limbs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 00:34:39</strong>
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				It was the caf-bar, business progressed as usual. At a table, there were two men currently who appeared to be locked in a conversation. It seemed that nobody in the establishment noticed that one of the men seemed to be in excruciating pain. He most likely seemed like he was drunk off of his rocker, but underneath the table? It told a different story. Currently all four of his fingers were broken and his hand resembled uncooked hamburger. <br><br>The man responsible? One by the name of Azrael. Or if you referred to him professionally? "The Hunter." He was an unmatched assassin, one who has never failed to complete an assignment. Currently he was wearing a pair of black cargos, a black t-shirt, a black leather coat, gloves and a stylized black surgeon's mask. The mask was usually what he wore in his civvies, security believed it to be of a religious significance. The man's hair was a glorious mane of black dreadlocks. Azrael's face had never been seen, hell the authorities had no idea what the man even looked like. There were never any witnesses, and somehow security cameras amounted to shit when he worked. <br><br>Finally Azrael spoke, his voice was soft yet deep with a slight growl to it. It was the voice of a barely restrained animal underneath a mask of absolute composure. <strong>"Look here, you brain donor...I will speak plainly so you understand me. Do not...speak to me, do not even look at me. I realize you're big noise in this dive...but if you ever attempt to coerce a drink out of me again because I'm an off-worlder? I will kill everyone who shares your last name, force you to watch and afterwards? I will kill you. Is this understood?"</strong> The man nodded his head fearfully as his friends watched on in awe at another table. Minutes earlier, the man had attempted to force Azrael to buy him a drink. In response? He calmly took the man's hands and broke all of his fingers in a swift motion and forced him into a sitting position.<br><br>Taking the man's drink, Azrael casually got up out of his seat. Lifting the mask, he took a swig and set it back down. "You drink shit by the way...now if any of you gentlemen get the urge to notify someone what has transgressed? You'll die. That simple." With that, he sauntered off away from the table. Heading towards a comm-station, Azrael sent a call to the captain Shaan. He was familiar with the man, they had a shared past to a degree and had worked together a couple times. Though this was another lifetime ago entirely, nearly a decade ago if not longer. <br><br>Azrael merely said when he heard someone on the other end, <strong>"Collegia told me you need skilled people. I hear the pay is good."</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 05:03:25</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2942032#msg2942032">Quote from: Xiddeus on 16-04-2010, 00:07:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Francis almost howled with excitement as she suddenly increased her manipulations upon his manhood.&nbsp; He dove deeper into her clutching pussy and prayed he could at least give her some satisfaction as well, he&nbsp; redoubled his own efforts, feeling strangely revitalized by the sheer animal magnetism that radiated from this goddess that was worshipping his cock.&nbsp; Clamping his teeth over her shining jewel, he sucked at it and pushed a finger into her honey pot and started pumping it in and out of her, damned if he wasn't going to give as well as he got.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he had walked in he never expected this, he was thinking of a regular physical, but now all he cared about was what this beautiful and incredible was sucking him off and he was afraid he couldn't give her the satisfaction of an orgasm as well.<br><br>The vibrating of her mouth felt like pure pleasure given form, he could feel her inner walls were smooth and moist from her own juices, a definitive squelching noise could be heard as he pumped her with his large digit.&nbsp; He tasted her pleasure on his tongue as the liquid flowed from her flower and across his mouth, all over his tongue.&nbsp; For the first time in a long while he thought of honey when performing such on a woman. Feeling his muscles tensing all over his body, Francis knew that he couldn't hold on any longer and releasing his hold on her clit he groaned loudly as his spunk erupted from his shaft like it was a volcano. He could only barely maintain his finger motion, hoping he could get her to orgasm before he lost all power in his limbs.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Like a fountain, one that is of eternal youth.&nbsp; His cock would erupt, as his seed spews forth in a geyser into her waiting mouth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh so sweet tasting, as the first droplets that hit the roof of her mouth fall upon her tongue.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her mouth still working, encouraging all of his seed to come forth.&nbsp; &nbsp; Deeply she would drink of this wealth of semen.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>If he half realized her tattoo were tantra sigils.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would have been surprised.&nbsp; &nbsp;For equally in heat of the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;Every fiber in her body burning with the sudden rise of passion.&nbsp; As she drew in the energies, feeding off of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;In a on rush towards her own orgasm.&nbsp; &nbsp;Drawing into the Shakti.&nbsp; &nbsp;The eternal cosmic power of all creation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sweet divine of her release comes.&nbsp; As her body washes over that precept of oblivion of rapture in that moment.&nbsp; As her body trembles in ecstasy,&nbsp; &nbsp;her body trembles in delight.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her sweet juices bath the face of her lover.<br><br>In that moment as her own orgasms washes over her.&nbsp; She would know the whole of her lover.&nbsp; His seed would reveal all of his illnesses if any are to be found.&nbsp; &nbsp; As the tantra ritual of divining draws to its height of&nbsp; the climax.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 15:01:52</strong>
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				<strong>Bzzzzt::Clank:Bzt::Clank:Bzzzzt::Clank:Bzt...</strong> The very annoying noise came from the Inter-com, a call had been patched through from the Anchor Station. Shaan pressed his magnetic key against the Inter-com and answered, “Yes?” "Collegia told me you need skilled people. I hear the pay is good."<br><br>Shaans mouth tightened for a second, then he recognized the voice, Azrael. He could use his skills, hell, Azrael might even be capable of surviving this crap. “Then you'd better hurry, I bet security is on a short caf-break, so the door is open, welcome aboard.”<br><br>Shaan had a mixed feeling about this, Azrael was good to have on ones side, but he could also be trouble....&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 20:41:02</strong>
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				Azrael left the comm-station, heading in the direction of the ship. A bang was slung over his shoulder as he glanced around every now and then. About ten minutes or so later, Azrael arrived and took a look over it for a second. <strong>"I suppose this'll do."</strong> He muttered to himself as he passed through the door and entered the ship.<br><br>It seemed that Shaan remembered him, that could be a bit of a double edged sword. The last time they met? It ended in a mass of unnecessary deaths due to Azrael's temper. <br><br>Pulling the surgeon's mask up a little more, Azrael surveyed the interior for a moment. He needed to know the vessel well, it was in his nature to be analytical about everything. Especially if it had to do with his well being.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 22:09:05</strong>
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				Francis kept his finger going until he felt her own clenching sex begin to slow, then he slowly pulled it free and tasted of her juices, even though it was already covering his face.&nbsp; He lay back exhausted, but wholly satisfied.&nbsp; He could have swore that her tattoos had twisted about her sultry frame, he shook his head and they were stationary again.&nbsp; Must have been his imagination.&nbsp; But damn if it wasn't hot to see it do that, too bad it was just a crazy headed idea brought on by post orgasmic... something, he thought.&nbsp; He whistled as he collected his thoughts and smiled as he asked the doc.<br><br>"Did I check out Doc?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 01:39:51</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The doctor would slip off of you.&nbsp; She reach to get her lab coat to slip back on.&nbsp; &nbsp; Tossing a glance over her shoulder as she scooped up the coat in hand.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Your as healthy as a bull,&nbsp; Francis.&nbsp; I would be honored to continue.&nbsp; However,&nbsp; I have others to give examinations to.&nbsp; So I shall have to deter to a future date."</em>&nbsp; She would respond with.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she slip back on her lab coat, buttoning a couple of its buttons.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She move back over to the desk and your file.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Where she would put down some notes in it.&nbsp; As she leaned over to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;Pausing as you get off the examine table and begin getting dressed.&nbsp; &nbsp; She look thoughtful for a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"And Francis,&nbsp; thank you very much."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 03:16:50</strong>
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				"The last crew-member just passed through the airlock, Odessa," Shaan said with a loud and clear voice, looking up the steep stairs that connected the Lounge to the Bridge, “You can lock her up, and secure the ship for travel, use the Nilus.” Shaan looked down at his wrist-chrono, frowned at it, and continued. “ And make a pre-flight systems check as soon as the grease-monkeys flashes the green lights.” He then moved back into the lounge to greet Azrael, but stopped in his tracks and looked down through the open service hatch that led down into the cargo hold below,<strong> “You need any help down there, Sarah?”</strong> he yelled.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 03:31:26</strong>
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				Azrael roamed the halls wordlessly, his yellow irises stood out prominently. This was due in large part to the fact that human beings? Aren't supposed to have eyes like his. Also due to his all black choice in clothing. Azrael stopped for a moment as he sniffed the air, unsure of what it was for a second. Drawing in a deeper breath, he muttered to himself <strong>"Is that....oh well."</strong><br><br>Azrael's senses were inhumanly sharp. The ones in particular that he had spent the most time honing was his sense of smell and hearing. In his line of work? They were definitely a benefit. Pacing through the hallway, Azrael looked at doorways and attempted to find a spare bedroom. Needing somewhere to set his bag, though he stopped for a second as he drew in the familiar scent again. He knew exactly what it was, but wasn't overly interested in confirming. Another notable feature Azrael possessed was a small black crescent like marking that resembled a tattoo over his right eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 04:05:16</strong>
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				Odessa's fingers danced across the now familiar keyboard. As she sat there, she glanced at the family. A dark haired girl, white haired male, and dark haired female. The little girl was smiling in the picture, the other two in it were just gazing at the camera.&nbsp; She turned back to the screen and smiled as all the lights flashed green as the ship was locked down, ready for departure, though she still had yet to run the pre-flight check. Tapping a button she hit the inter-com.<br><br>"Ship secured, waiting on green light from engineering, to run pre-flight check." she said, simply before flicking the inter-com off.<br><br>Yawning she pulled her hat back down over her face, her eyes closing as she relaxed, her hands locking behind her head. But she wasn't stupid. Her mind was doing a check list of everyone's location compared to her own. Anyone getting close to her she'd know about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 04:49:09</strong>
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				"Yeah!" Sarah shouted, from the cargo room. "I could use a hand down here." She'd been trying to patch the holes and cracks together, with very little result. She'd found some scrap metal lying around, to patch it up with. But holding it up, and welding it together, was proving difficult.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 06:04:41</strong>
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				<strong>“Azrael, grab a drink, relax in the lounge for a while. I'm heading down to the carg to help with a leak.”</strong> Shaan called into the lounge, suspecting that Azrael might be somewhere around the area, then he squeesed himself into the service-hatch.<br><br>He barely got through the cramped service-hatch, but as soon as he was in, he slid down through the Zero-G shaft into the cargo-bay's maintenance area, where he landed with finesse. Then Shaan stepped down the short ramp and into the cargo hold, and grimaced a little, “Crap, this looks like shit, didn't realize it was so bad.” The pipes seemed to be in poor repair indeed, it had been repaired so many times that it had patches everywhere, and wires strung between the pipe, and the wall, holding the pipe in place. After a quick assessing look, Shaan decided to just step in and help Sarah, she knew more about this that he did.<br><br>He looked at Sarahs face as he brushed past her to hold the piece of scrap-metal. <br><br><br><br><em><span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">[Zero-G Manouvers is a needed skill to move through shafts safely]</span></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 09:32:55</strong>
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				Sarah moved uncomfortably around in her jumpsuit, which at this time had gotten quite wet and made it slightly difficult to move. "Thanks a lot." she said, reaching over to the blowtorch. "You know, we should really get this whole system replaced, whenever we get the chance." She aimed the torch around the scrap metal. "Close your eyes." She said, as she started the torch, it shun with a blinding light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 09:48:42</strong>
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				"No problems, we need the water." His eyes closed shut as soon as she began the welding.&nbsp; “It would take weeks to fix this, maybe we can get it fixed after this mission has been cleared from the list.” A feint grimace played over his face, as the light shined through his eyelids like a sun. “I trust you have the skills, so we just need the credits?” he said, and turned his face away from the torch. "Don't burn me, I'm a bit sensetive when it comes to torches."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 10:33:11</strong>
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				"Don't worry I'm almost done." She reached out with her hand and touched the metal. It was glowing with heat, but it did not burn her, instead it changed. It wrapped itself around the leak, and closed itself up, neatly. Once it was done, it barely looked as it was welded at all, aside from the black burn marks around the metal. She sighed thoughtfully, and welded around the metal, making it look a lot more hand made. She wasn't sure how people reacted to her "gift", here...Better have it look like she'd done it by hand. "There." She said satisfied. Tough in fact, the weld marks did annoy her a little. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 16:57:11</strong>
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				Azrael picked up around five different scents on the ship, committing them to memory. Shortly afterwards he slid down the face mask and revealed his attractive face as he spoke out <strong>"Yeah...not one for orders Shaan, but you already know that, unless you want somebody dead."</strong> This was likely the closest thing Azrael would do to humor. Short of mean spirited dry remarks at someone else's expense as he headed to the lounge quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 17:35:50</strong>
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				Francis finished dressing and found that he could only nod at the good doctor as she went over her files and notes.&nbsp; He made his exit and whistled a happy little tune as he walked thinking to himself.&nbsp; Damn doc, with a bedside manner like that, I almost want to go out and get hurt.&nbsp; He chuckled to himself as he continued on, his spirits thoroughly refreshed.&nbsp; But as he passed by the lounge, it fell flat on it face... He paused at the door way and looked in at the dark skinned man drinking by himself.&nbsp; He stared at his back and could feel the man's killer intent.&nbsp; He was a merc too.&nbsp; The merc business was a large one, but it was inevitable that you would be on one side or the other at any given mission, sometimes with friends and sometimes with enemies.&nbsp; It was the reason most mercs didn't have friends, the reason Francis was a rarity in the business.&nbsp; But this man was not like Francis in that he worked job to job to make money.&nbsp; No, this one looked like the type that only took the money because they needed it to live, but they lived to kill.&nbsp; Suddenly he remembered where he had seen this man, it wasn't his face he had seen, or even anything significant to identify him with, but he knew who it was just the same.&nbsp; He recalled the hab wars with his previous captain that had netted them so much easy cash, it was there that he saw this killer, this machine in human flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, I guess this trip is as dangerous as they say.&nbsp; Especially if he needed two guns." he brought a small smile to his face, merely out of habit.&nbsp; They say that only cowards feel fear, but Francis knew fear, it had saved his life numerous times.&nbsp; Fear was a double edged sword just like courage and intelligence and stupidity.&nbsp; Too much and you never get anything done, too little and you do too much.&nbsp; But he felt fear rise from within himself at the sight and recognition of this monster, like a bogeyman given form in the daylight, one that wouldn't go away if you hid under your covers. "Just remember killer, we are getting paid by the same man this time." and he continued on down the corridor, looking for something to busy himself with, almost fearful of the possible reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 17:51:30</strong>
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				Azrael could hear footsteps, and smelled a newcomer into the room. Taking in a deep breath as he smelled the air, he tilted his head upwards and spoke in a whisper that was crystal clear, every word stood out as if he was yelling. <strong>"...You just copulated...Heavy, muscular..."</strong> Without turning around to face the member of the crew. A dangerous smile crossed over his face as he turned to face him. Another merc, he had seen him once. Heard of him, a small fly in comparison to him. One who did what he did for the pay. <br><br>Azrael slowly tilted is head to the side as he smelled the air once more, and listened to his heartbeat. The smell of fear, even apprehension were like fine wine. At least this man did a good job of masking his inner turmoil on the surface level. Listening to him speak for a moment, Azrael merely narrowed his eyes in a bored manner before chuckling lowly. His voice raised slightly after a short stare down and the man had turned to get out of the room <strong>"Accent, rural. A farmer more than likely."</strong>&nbsp; Azrael's attention to detail was second to none. Despite always appearing uninterested, he carefully studied every minute detail of the people he'd encounter. Though Azrael didn't really spend too much time around people. They had a habit of annoying him and giving him the urge to show them their innards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 21:11:32</strong>
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				Shaan stopped grimacing and opened his eyes, and turned a bit&nbsp; to see the results. “Fantastic,” he gave Sarah a bright smile, “that's some amazing work with the torch.” He then brushed past Sarah and moved back towards&nbsp; the maintenance area, “I need to get my ass up on the bridge, come up there later if you wish, could need some service there as well.” He stepped up the short ramp, and told her once again“Youre amazing with that torch, good job.” He then pressed through the hatch and slid up through the Zero-G shaft into the lounge and directly moved on, up the steep stairs and in to the Bridge. As soon as he got up, he slumped down in the co-pilot's seat, beside Odessa. He noticed that the grease-monkeys were just about to give the green lights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 06:45:22</strong>
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				As soon as she got the green light she began running the system through the pre-flight checklist, her mind working a mile a minute as she typed, her fingers dancing across the keyboard. She furrowed her brow, her eyes narrowing as she saw a red light come up on her wrist unit. Tapping it she reached into her bag before she took a small handful of pills and downed them using only her saliva to help swallow them. She then went back to work, smirking as green lights began to pop up on her checklist.<br><br>"Alright, this is going to work. Looks like she's well and good, captain. Seems like everything's in the green and we're ready to push away from space dock." she said.<br><br>As she slid her hat up she smiled, her eyes looking to the handsome man beside her. She sighed as she relaxed visibly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 11:16:47</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Bridge</span></strong><br><br>Shaan put on his headset and ran a test sequence on his own, checking the lifesupport and weapons systems, and keept an eye at Odessa as she followed the checklist.<br><br>"Alright, this is going to work. Looks like she's well and good, captain. Seems like everything's in the green and we're ready to push away from space dock." she said.<br><br>“Perfect,” he replied, flipped a switch, changing the communications system to external speakers, and spoke into the microphone <strong>“Get cleared, Castille is about to leave.” </strong>He then flipped the switch back to internal speakers. After that, he turned on the vidcom and contacted flightcontrol <br><br>“The Castille is leaving now, open the bay!” <br><br><em>“Sir, Captain, you never gave us the authorization code, we need that to proceed, security procedures are...”</em> Shan cut him off, and stared into the vidcom. “You need me to blow a hole? I'm going in five minutes, clear the bay and open the fucking gate.” Shaan switches the vidcom off.&nbsp; <br><br>Moments later, klaxon lights are flooding the bay, and then, the inner bay-door opens. <br><br>"Take her out," Shaan smiled at Odessa.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 19:22:27</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Med Bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>After Francis left out of the medical bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;None of the other crew came for the mandatory physical.&nbsp; &nbsp;Leaving Salonika pretty much free to do what she wanted.&nbsp; &nbsp;In which she would begin reading through the different files.&nbsp; &nbsp; Some really not offering much information, in which they're incomplete.&nbsp; &nbsp;When suddenly the ship&nbsp; begins to move as it begins getting underway.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>'Well there is not turning back.'&nbsp; Salonika would think to herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;With that thought she leave off from reviewing the files.&nbsp; She would get up, as it was time to go and see the ship's lounge area.&nbsp; Or would it be called mess.&nbsp; &nbsp;If others wanted a physical they would get them on her time.&nbsp; Not at the times they desired.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She wonder how they respond to that if she held to that principle when patching them up at her convenience.&nbsp; &nbsp; With that she head out of the med bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 19:40:17</strong>
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				(http://th07.deviantart.net/fs9/300W/i/2006/073/9/8/Jackal_Knife___Faith__s_knife_by_kerreth.jpg)<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Lounge-Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael sat at one of the tables, a drink in hand as he took sips every now and then. Mostly he was fooling around with one of his many knives. The one currently in his hand was a Jackal Knife, and Azrael took the time to admire the beautiful blade for a second. Lightly running his finger along the edge, he was so well versed in the usage of edged weapons that he had no worry of accidental cutting. After placing his left hand on the table, Azrael's fingers spread out with an even amount of space between each one. After a gentle breath, the knife would come down quickly in each of these spaces. His control over it was perfect as his hand moved in a blur, casually stabbing at each space. <br><br>He supposed that meeting the rest of the crew was likely his best course of action, but honestly? Azrael wasn't here to make friends, and if they knew who he was like the farm boy from earlier? It'd be interesting to watch their reactions. Yet despite this thought, the knife continued to plunge into each of the small spaces at increasing speeds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 20:06:11</strong>
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				Odessa nodded and began to type, her fingers dancing across the board, guiding the ship out into the open vacuum of space. Her eyes were constantly flickering between the displays. But she guided the ship through the opening perfectly. As they left the artificial gravity of the space dock the ship twisted as she kick started their own artificial gravity. As they came out of the spin she smirked.<br><br>"All I need now are coordinates sir, and I'll get you to wherever it is we're going." she said, smiling at her captain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 23:58:06</strong>
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				<del><em><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:30</strong></em></del><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Bridge</strong></span><br><br>“Yes, here you go,” Shaan said, with a somewhat depressed smile, it was obvious that he didn't like those numbers. “Altair&nbsp; Prime, 0280 dash 9160&nbsp; dash 9909” he looked at her, trying to see if the destination caused any reactions to show on her face, “Confirm!” <br><br><em>Odessa could tell that it was deep into the fringe by the last two series, the fringe areas often meant big trouble. The colonial fleet had put it on the black list after they lost a cruiser to an unknown enemy. That cruiser with it's 500 crew never returned.<br></em><br>He then thumbed the inter-com and addressed the crew with a serious voice, <strong>“We're heading out now, make sure to have that exam done, or the security will lock you out. I will add the data given by doc into the system before we board the target, so you better have it done by then.”</strong> He paused for a second, and looked over his shoulder at the bridge area,<strong> “There's room up here if you wish to see Altair 5 before we speed up”</strong> <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Lounge</strong></span><br><em><br>A weird sound emits from the jukebox, a slowly scraping noise.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 12:35:42</strong>
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				Sarah made her way to the bridge, after she made some additional repairs to the water supplies, until it was in fairly good order. She sighed watching all the scrap metal and holes, that covered the hall ways. She wondered just how damaged the bridge would be.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 13:33:31</strong>
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				<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:31</strong></del><br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Bridge</strong></span><br><br>Readying the Castille for serious action would be a grimy, greasy job, but somebody had to do it.&nbsp; As Sarah enters the bridge, she notices that the hatch, just aft of the bridge, directly to the left at the top of the stairs, had been scarred by some kind of cutting tool, traces of dried blood on it as well. That hatch was locked and secured, led into the Captains quarters.&nbsp; Several, similar scarring could be seen scattered around the bridge, luckily nothing important had been destroyed during whatever happened here recently.<br><br>Odessas seat seemed ok, it could need some new bolts, securing it a bit better to the floor and preventing the pilot from falling backwards under strain, the bolts and pins had rusted a bit. Not unexpected, considering that the Castille soon would celebrate a hundred years of service. Cables had been wrapped together, and covered by a isolating panel, no welding had been done to fasten it, could fall to the floor any minute it seemed.. The grated steel floor had seen it's best days, maybe twenty years ago, could need a new flooring panel, the old one had probably been gone for years. Besides those parts, the bridge seemed pretty well for a rattletrap like this.<br><br>Captain Shaan had slumped down on the co-pilots seat, and there were two seats left, should have been three, but the third had ben moved elsewhere. Odessa piloted the ship securely away from the anchor, and it would only be a minute before she would turn the Castille to set course. And the Captain just gave the coordinates to Odessa
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 17:39:36</strong>
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				Francis found himself approaching the bridge, and as he poked his head in he saw the captain, the pilot and the mechanic all in the same place.&nbsp; Looking around he whistled at the level of disrepair and figured he would need to hold junk up for the mechanic at some point.&nbsp; Looking at Shaan, he knew he shouldn't say anything in front of the others so he came up with a convincing lie.<br><br>"Hey capn, are we running T34 coolant or A58? I found some of the cargo boxes in the hold with both marked on em so I figured you might wanna come take a look and see." he gave a big grin as he spoke and turned back into the corridor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 22:46:21</strong>
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				From deep inside the cargo bay, Dende and her little brother Danny heard the Castille take off from the dock, making the sound that both of them have been hearing for three years. It took a lot of time, but Dende finally gathered the courage to sneak onto a ship and hopefully find someplace better to live than where they were currently residing. The two of them had a lot of enemies back on the station, mostly because of all the unpaid debts their parents left behind for them to pay. Hopefully, this escape would give them the fresh start they need.<br><br>Dende was hugging her brother tightly against her chest, both trying to be as scilent as they could when they heard the footsteps go in and out of the storage room. They were hiding in a large box, filled with rather large things that thankfully left a lot of space unused; just enough for a couple to sit in. Of course, Danny was only three, so he didn't take up much space to begin with.<br><br>Dende had her eyes on the lid above her, but was really listening for people and counting the time. If the two of them were to live on this ship oblivious to the crew, she would need to scout for food and recourses. She needed to find the perfect moment where she could sneak out, unnoticed, and scout the ship. <br><br>After a little while of waiting, Dende decided it was a good time to go exploring the ship. She first checked the top to see how loose and heavy it was. Then, she looked down at Danny. By this time, the little guy was sleeping, so she had no trouble leaving. She gently put Danny in a lying position, and she slowly moved the lid so that she could crawl through. She kissed Danny on the forehead before sliding out of the crate and closing the lid.<br><br>Getting out of the storage room was no problem, and she was very quiet about it. She slid out of the room without a trace, and began to wander the halls. She tip toed in the shadows, being ever so cautious not to make a sound. The halls were pretty empty for the most part, and she was able to sneak past those that were near her. Now all she needed to do was find where they kept food...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 01:08:35</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Reaching the ship's lounge,&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would enter.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A quick glance is given by the ship's doctor.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she surveys if the lounge shows any effects of a fight.&nbsp; That has been a repeated theme through the sections of the ship she has past through.&nbsp; That the ship had been one large battle ground in space.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Which raised questions,&nbsp; did the crew turn on itself.&nbsp; &nbsp; Did the black ghosts have something to do with it.&nbsp; &nbsp;The little bit she had found on information.&nbsp; &nbsp;That all the attacks have been occurring in deep space.&nbsp; &nbsp;Questions she did not have answers to, not yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>After the precursory glance to&nbsp; survey the lounge and see if anyone is about within it.&nbsp; Salonika would move to get herself a cup of coffee.&nbsp; An perhaps a sweet roll.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:17:05</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael caught a scent approaching, this one was faintly smelled earlier but now it was stronger. Stabbing the knife down into the table and leaving it there between his fingers, he glanced upwards for a moment. Looking in the direction of the woman who entered, he narrowed his eyes and studied her features. A weird feeling overtook Azrael, a feeling of intense lust. The woman was attractive to say the least, but something about her was giving him the urge to hop out of his seat and to throttle her.<br><br>Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael wondered to himself just what was going on. He knew where he had smelled the woman's scent earlier, smirking lightly he tilted his head to the side and said <strong>"So...this thing you're doing...how are you doing it."</strong> His breaths were a little more heavy as he sighed out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 04:28:04</strong>
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				Odessa's brow furrowed as she typed. She glanced at the captain as he slumped in his seat. She frowned and hit a few more buttons before the engines began to move the ship. There was a shudder as the engines kicked in. Completely free of Space Dock they were on their way. She didn't question the captain, but she knew better than to blindly go into a zone like he was sending them. There was a reason they were going but she had questions she had to voice later. Especially since she'd been named second in command.<br><br>"Captain... Are we on a salvage job?" she asked, not looking from her screen as she continued to work. "Or is there a reason you're taking us out to where we're going? Lights are all green for FTL flight. Drive ready and standing by sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 04:52:21</strong>
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				<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:32</strong></del><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>"Captain... Are we on a salvage job?" Odessa asked, not looking from her screen as she continued to work. "Or is there a reason you're taking us out to where we're going? Lights are all green for FTL flight. Drive ready and standing by sir."<br><br>“Yep, we need to board a ship, grab a few things and return them here to Altaire,” Shaan answered. “It's an old, dead Terran-aligned ship, been drifting out there for a hundred years or so.”<br><br><em>The Castille shuddered slightly as it's engines struggled to break free from Altair 5's gravity field. </em><br><br>"Hey capn, are we running T34 coolant or A58? I found some of the cargo boxes in the hold with both marked on em so I figured you might wanna come take a look and see." <br><br>Shaan looked at Francis over his shoulder before he leaned forward in the co-pilot's seat, “One second,” he replied to him. Coolly flicking his eyes from instrument to screen, assessing the situation, then leaving it to Odessa. His lean, youthful face creased in a frown of concern, "You sure about that? We use only T34,&nbsp; A58 would clog the system. I'll take a look as soon as we're linked," he said to him.<br><br>Then he looked at Odessa, “Good, I like green lights, full speed, take us out to the Altaire 5 nav-bouy, link Nilus to it, and jump when ready. We'll have three easy jumps, the last stretch must be made manually.” <br><br><br><strong>Lounge</strong><br><br><em>Traces of heavy battle could be seen in the lounge as expected, a few scarrings on the walls and the floor. <br><br>A weird sound still emits from the jukebox, a slowly scraping noise. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 05:15:37</strong>
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				<strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>Sarah walked around in the background of the bridge, not calling to much attention to herself, gathering up scrap metal. She would need to use her "talents" to get a lot of this done. She could easily change the shape of the metal, making it into bolts, or perhaps just repair the holes where they came from. But not with people around... Instead she settled with the manual labor, gathering all the scrap into one place, fastening some of the loose bolts, and washed off the rust...She couldn't stand rust...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 07:30:46</strong>
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				<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:33</strong></del><br><strong><br>Bridge</strong><br><br>Captain shaan glanced over his shoulder at Sarah, as she tried to get rid of the rust, and he raised a surprised brow at her, "You could sit down for a while, Sarah, leave that until we're hitting the FTL. Then you won't have us all in your way."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 07:41:16</strong>
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				"Um..." She said looking over at the rust...It really nawed away at her mind, but she could work faster once alone. "Alright." She said with a polite smile and sat down on one of the empty seats. She looked over her shoulder, at the rust again. "Calm down, its been there for a while...It not gonna do anything..." She mumbled to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 09:55:21</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2953854#msg2953854">Quote from: Darkcide on 20-04-2010, 02:17:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael caught a scent approaching, this one was faintly smelled earlier but now it was stronger. Stabbing the knife down into the table and leaving it there between his fingers, he glanced upwards for a moment. Looking in the direction of the woman who entered, he narrowed his eyes and studied her features. A weird feeling overtook Azrael, a feeling of intense lust. The woman was attractive to say the least, but something about her was giving him the urge to hop out of his seat and to throttle her.<br><br>Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael wondered to himself just what was going on. He knew where he had smelled the woman's scent earlier, smirking lightly he tilted his head to the side and said <strong>"So...this thing you're doing...how are you doing it."</strong> His breaths were a little more heavy as he sighed out.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Finally&nbsp; her gaze would fall upon the other within the lounge.&nbsp; &nbsp; Stopping Salonika in her tracks.&nbsp; &nbsp; Every feature, detail of the various subtle motions and&nbsp; poses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is wrought with&nbsp; a intoxicating suggestive overtones of carnal delights.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze goes instantly to the knife, held in hand and toyed with in idle play.&nbsp; &nbsp;Denoting some one that felt restless, perhaps even caged.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The inquisitive look she gives, turns to one of puzzlement.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For she is not sure what he meant by what she was doing.<br><br>A quick gander of a look tossed behind her.&nbsp; To see if he meant someone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;No one through is behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning back towards the dark brooding individual.&nbsp; &nbsp; The drawing of breath that is taken as his words finish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is enough to turn that look of puzzlement to one of sudden revelation.&nbsp; &nbsp;A sly smirk crosses her expression and in sultry voice she would respond back.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she once again would begin crossing over to fetch herself the sweet roll and coffee.<br><br><em>"Do you always question your natural instincts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of just following them. "</em> <br><br>She would tease out at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she now moved with a definite provocative sash shay of her hips rolling in a sultry motion.&nbsp; Her words hold a heat in them that beckon.&nbsp; As she crosses the room.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 17:34:00</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2954948#msg2954948">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 20-04-2010, 09:55:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Finally&nbsp; her gaze would fall upon the other within the lounge.&nbsp; &nbsp; Stopping Salonika in her tracks.&nbsp; &nbsp; Every feature, detail of the various subtle motions and&nbsp; poses.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is wrought with&nbsp; a intoxicating suggestive overtones of carnal delights.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze goes instantly to the knife, held in hand and toyed with in idle play.&nbsp; &nbsp;Denoting some one that felt restless, perhaps even caged.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; The inquisitive look she gives, turns to one of puzzlement.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;For she is not sure what he meant by what she was doing.<br><br>A quick gander of a look tossed behind her.&nbsp; To see if he meant someone else.&nbsp; &nbsp;No one through is behind her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turning back towards the dark brooding individual.&nbsp; &nbsp; The drawing of breath that is taken as his words finish.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is enough to turn that look of puzzlement to one of sudden revelation.&nbsp; &nbsp;A sly smirk crosses her expression and in sultry voice she would respond back.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she once again would begin crossing over to fetch herself the sweet roll and coffee.<br><br><em>"Do you always question your natural instincts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of just following them. "</em> <br><br>She would tease out at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she now moved with a definite provocative sash shay of her hips rolling in a sultry motion.&nbsp; Her words hold a heat in them that beckon.&nbsp; As she crosses the room. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>For a second, Azrael's ear twitched. He wasn't too sure of his senses, the smell of the woman and intimacy filled his nostrils to such a strong degree that it was hard to single anything out. However his hearing worked perfectly fine. Hearing a scraping noise, Azrael could swear that he heard what sounded like a heartbeat that wasn't his own or this woman's. Resting his hand on the knife for a second, he kept track of the new beating in the back of his head before turning his attention back to her.<br><br>Her voice caused his stomach to sink, and Azrael closed his eyes for a moment as he had to suppress the beast within himself for a moment. <strong>"Natural instincts?....My sex drive...is currently going into overdrive, and you're surely a beautiful woman...but you're doing something. There is something about you...I can feel it, and I can damn sure smell it.."</strong> Azrael's years of training had given him a deep level of self awareness, something about this woman was effecting him down to his frame of mind. Azrael definitely loved sex, but right now he was hard as a rock and his heart was beating slightly faster. It was this that let him know something was suspect, Azrael's heart was very consistent and rarely would he get excited like this.<br><br>Watching her hips sway, Azrael quickly got out of his seat. Moving with the speed of a large cat as he dodged the table and followed after her. A hand moved to this temptresses hip and he whispered heatedly <strong>"Is..it pheromones? I'm getting something off of you.."</strong> Apparently he wasn't the only one who was taken in by her, as he got closer the other scent he smelled earlier radiated off of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 21:52:55</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2955425#msg2955425">Quote from: Darkcide on 20-04-2010, 17:34:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>For a second, Azrael's ear twitched. He wasn't too sure of his senses, the smell of the woman and intimacy filled his nostrils to such a strong degree that it was hard to single anything out. However his hearing worked perfectly fine. Hearing a scraping noise, Azrael could swear that he heard what sounded like a heartbeat that wasn't his own or this woman's. Resting his hand on the knife for a second, he kept track of the new beating in the back of his head before turning his attention back to her.<br><br>Her voice caused his stomach to sink, and Azrael closed his eyes for a moment as he had to suppress the beast within himself for a moment. <strong>"Natural instincts?....My sex drive...is currently going into overdrive, and you're surely a beautiful woman...but you're doing something. There is something about you...I can feel it, and I can damn sure smell it.."</strong> Azrael's years of training had given him a deep level of self awareness, something about this woman was effecting him down to his frame of mind. Azrael definitely loved sex, but right now he was hard as a rock and his heart was beating slightly faster. It was this that let him know something was suspect, Azrael's heart was very consistent and rarely would he get excited like this.<br><br>Watching her hips sway, Azrael quickly got out of his seat. Moving with the speed of a large cat as he dodged the table and followed after her. A hand moved to this temptresses hip and he whispered heatedly <strong>"Is..it pheromones? I'm getting something off of you.."</strong> Apparently he wasn't the only one who was taken in by her, as he got closer the other scent he smelled earlier radiated off of her.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His sudden awareness that another was within the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is missed by Salonika,&nbsp; as she continued across the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;The slow provocative sway of her hips.&nbsp; That beckon those who view, with implied heights of carnal delights that await.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She is adorn in a lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;A science or perhaps medical technician.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet that lab coat hardly is benign.&nbsp; As it clings to her quite curvaceous figure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slightly shifting with the roll of her hips with her stride of steps.&nbsp; &nbsp; Nor does she pause when once again he calls over to her speaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Accusatory, that she is doing something to invoke the feelings that are assaulting him right now. <br><br>A slight smirk of her luscious full lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she senses him getting up and closing the distances.&nbsp; &nbsp; She does not stop,&nbsp; not until his hand comes and rests on&nbsp; a hip.&nbsp; His words would cause a slight chuckle.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Pheromones,&nbsp; yes I would say you are drawn by my pheromones that I elude off of me.&nbsp; Pretty astute on your part.&nbsp; Though what makes you worthy for me."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; She meant nothing more then to throw him off balance with the last words she spoke.&nbsp; &nbsp;To see what his reaction would be.&nbsp; &nbsp;A curiosity suddenly aroused within her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While his hand that rested clasping a hip of hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Could feel the lack of anything on underneath the lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 22:06:57</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2955982#msg2955982">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 20-04-2010, 21:52:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>His sudden awareness that another was within the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is missed by Salonika,&nbsp; as she continued across the room.&nbsp; &nbsp;The slow provocative sway of her hips.&nbsp; That beckon those who view, with implied heights of carnal delights that await.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; She is adorn in a lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;A science or perhaps medical technician.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet that lab coat hardly is benign.&nbsp; As it clings to her quite curvaceous figure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Slightly shifting with the roll of her hips with her stride of steps.&nbsp; &nbsp; Nor does she pause when once again he calls over to her speaking.&nbsp; &nbsp;Accusatory, that she is doing something to invoke the feelings that are assaulting him right now. <br><br>A slight smirk of her luscious full lips.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she senses him getting up and closing the distances.&nbsp; &nbsp; She does not stop,&nbsp; not until his hand comes and rests on&nbsp; a hip.&nbsp; His words would cause a slight chuckle.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Pheromones,&nbsp; yes I would say you are drawn by my pheromones that I elude off of me.&nbsp; Pretty astute on your part.&nbsp; Though what makes you worthy for me."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; She meant nothing more then to throw him off balance with the last words she spoke.&nbsp; &nbsp;To see what his reaction would be.&nbsp; &nbsp;A curiosity suddenly aroused within her.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While his hand that rested clasping a hip of hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Could feel the lack of anything on underneath the lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael paused for a second, he noticed that the woman seemed to be completely exposed underneath her coat. Closing his eyes for a moment, he exhaled slowly. Her voice was like music in his ears, and every word set off all sorts of alarms inside of his mind. <strong>"I...see, I would advise you to turn them off...I am not one for games, woman."</strong> The words were growled out as Azrael's current level of arousal made it painful to speak almost, every fiber of his being wanted to throw her onto a table and to unleash on her. The inner turmoil he felt was clear on his face.<br><br>Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael smirked and spoke this time a little more easily <strong>"Was the last guy worthy of you as well?"</strong> he pointed gently to his nose and remarked <strong>"It was recent...his smell is very strong on you, darling."</strong> Azrael used that bit of information to push back at his arousal to a degree, it was definitely still there though. Her pheromones were dangerous though, and Azrael's hand hadn't yet left her hip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 22:37:18</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2956030#msg2956030">Quote from: Darkcide on 20-04-2010, 22:06:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span><br><br>Azrael paused for a second, he noticed that the woman seemed to be completely exposed underneath her coat. Closing his eyes for a moment, he exhaled slowly. Her voice was like music in his ears, and every word set off all sorts of alarms inside of his mind. <strong>"I...see, I would advise you to turn them off...I am not one for games, woman."</strong> The words were growled out as Azrael's current level of arousal made it painful to speak almost, every fiber of his being wanted to throw her onto a table and to unleash on her. The inner turmoil he felt was clear on his face.<br><br>Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael smirked and spoke this time a little more easily <strong>"Was the last guy worthy of you as well?"</strong> he pointed gently to his nose and remarked <strong>"It was recent...his smell is very strong on you, darling."</strong> Azrael used that bit of information to push back at his arousal to a degree, it was definitely still there though. Her pheromones were dangerous though, and Azrael's hand hadn't yet left her hip. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A soft laugh escapes, when he tells her to turn it off.&nbsp; <em>"I am what I am,&nbsp; I cannot change it or turn it off.&nbsp; &nbsp;You........."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika cuts off her response then.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she hears for the first time the scraping sound coming from over at the jukebox in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You would notice this, as her eyes suddenly dart to look over at the jukebox.&nbsp; &nbsp; Showing she too had sensed something us.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It is not the only thing that she has sensed.&nbsp; She also has peered inside of Azrael.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking to see if he was infected with the darkness of the black ghost.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She keep an eye over towards the jukebox, but her attention turns back to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is merely a skip of a heartbeat that her attention had been diverted.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Yes I found him quite worthy.&nbsp; He has a strength within that is like steel."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Now this really stroked her interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;His showing of acute sense of smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she realized he has smelled Francis on her.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would not point out that he did not claim her vaginally in copulation.&nbsp; For she wanted now to see if he would feel this out with this strong acute sense of smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;To see just how strong it is.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 00:00:41</strong>
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				Dende continued to explore the ship, traveling in the shadows and against the cold hard walls. What an amazing ship this was! Of course, Dende has never been on a space ship before, but the whole thing was still quite fasinating to her. The place did seem sort of cramped, and the walls and floors haven't been cleaned recently. The ship let off a dark and cold aura to her, but Dende didn't notice that much.<br><br>Eventually, Dende came across a lobby of some sort. She got near the entrance, but stayed away from sight and her back up against the wall. She could hear a broken jukebox, and a couple people conversing. A male and female, no doubt, and they were talking about...sexual things, it would appear. This wasn't new to Dende, but she couldn't help but make a face. Sex...it was everywhere, wasn't it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 03:07:54</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2956139#msg2956139">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 20-04-2010, 22:37:18</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>A soft laugh escapes, when he tells her to turn it off.&nbsp; <em>"I am what I am,&nbsp; I cannot change it or turn it off.&nbsp; &nbsp;You........."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika cuts off her response then.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she hears for the first time the scraping sound coming from over at the jukebox in the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;You would notice this, as her eyes suddenly dart to look over at the jukebox.&nbsp; &nbsp; Showing she too had sensed something us.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>It is not the only thing that she has sensed.&nbsp; She also has peered inside of Azrael.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looking to see if he was infected with the darkness of the black ghost.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She keep an eye over towards the jukebox, but her attention turns back to you.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is merely a skip of a heartbeat that her attention had been diverted.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Yes I found him quite worthy.&nbsp; He has a strength within that is like steel."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Now this really stroked her interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;His showing of acute sense of smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she realized he has smelled Francis on her.&nbsp; &nbsp; She would not point out that he did not claim her vaginally in copulation.&nbsp; For she wanted now to see if he would feel this out with this strong acute sense of smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;To see just how strong it is.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Narrowing his eyes lightly, and overlooking the woman with his harsh yellow irises he responded with <strong>"Yeah, well it isn't endearing..."</strong> His eyes followed hers as they looked over towards the jukebox. A small little smirk crossed his face, but he left it alone for now. <strong>"Really? He fears me. Can't say he's stupid in that regard..."</strong> Closing his eyes, Azrael drew in a breath before opening his eyes <strong>"And....you two are fond of oral I'm guessing...you climaxed but he hasn't entered you, and he is on your breath. Go figure." Blinking once he smirked before his hand suddenly shot up to grasp her jawline. <strong>"But...back to the subject of fear...you should be feeling that. Why don't you?"</strong><br><br>A heartbeat attracted his attention and Azrael held up a finger for one second <strong>"Excuse me."</strong> Walking over to the table, he easily pulled the knife from out of it and stopped in front of the jukebox, for a second. Drawing in a few breaths he tilted his head to the side. <strong>"We're not alone, someone small is in the vicinity...female."</strong> His voice had raised a little so whoever was around the two of them would be able to hear him speak.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 04:32:47</strong>
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				"Roger captain." she said, before she plotted the course.<br><br>As they got closer to the navigation jump point. She punched a few commands, her eyes narrowing as the captain took his eyes off of her. Her mind reached out, probing at his, looking for any indication of why they were going after this ship. She wanted to know everything he knew. She continued to punch in the commands as she let her eyes fall half-lidded. She looked like she was staring off into the distance, looking through the screen as she typed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 06:18:42</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2956875#msg2956875">Quote from: Darkcide on 21-04-2010, 03:07:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br>Narrowing his eyes lightly, and overlooking the woman with his harsh yellow irises he responded with <strong>"Yeah, well it isn't endearing..."</strong> His eyes followed hers as they looked over towards the jukebox. A small little smirk crossed his face, but he left it alone for now. <strong>"Really? He fears me. Can't say he's stupid in that regard..."</strong> Closing his eyes, Azrael drew in a breath before opening his eyes <strong>"And....you two are fond of oral I'm guessing...you climaxed but he hasn't entered you, and he is on your breath. Go figure." Blinking once he smirked before his hand suddenly shot up to grasp her jawline. <strong>"But...back to the subject of fear...you should be feeling that. Why don't you?"</strong><br><br>A heartbeat attracted his attention and Azrael held up a finger for one second <strong>"Excuse me."</strong> Walking over to the table, he easily pulled the knife from out of it and stopped in front of the jukebox, for a second. Drawing in a few breaths he tilted his head to the side. <strong>"We're not alone, someone small is in the vicinity...female."</strong> His voice had raised a little so whoever was around the two of them would be able to hear him speak.<br></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The dark brown skin beauty would shift a bit in her stance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Listening to the response being given.&nbsp; Clearly impressed with his uncanny sense of acute smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;On the fear part,&nbsp; she put this down as part of a macho masculine thing.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika blinks when sudden his hand reaches out and grasps her jaw.&nbsp; &nbsp;His reflexes, the reaction time is incredible.&nbsp; &nbsp;Way about the norm.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fear again,&nbsp; why didn't she have fear now.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Fear,&nbsp; why should I fear you. ...."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Cut short as Azrael would put up a hand.&nbsp; Mutter a quick soft excuse me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turn and is across the room.&nbsp; Grabbing up his dagger&nbsp; from the table, as he pulled it out.&nbsp; Then going over to the jukebox.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a few minutes he would draw breath,.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika realizing he was picking up a scent.&nbsp; &nbsp; He then would comment to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;That they are not alone, a female is near.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>This piqued the interest of Salonika as she took a step herself towards the jukebox.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze now falling on it and the surrounding area.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looked to see if she could spot the girl or woman that ship's bloodhound had just sniffed out.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 23:40:53</strong>
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				<del>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:35</del><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br><em>Entering Shaans mind was risky, but Odessa knew that. </em><br><br>It was hard to breach into his surface thoughts, even harder to make sense of them. He must have received training in the military perhaps, or maybe he worked for the Agency back in the war. His mind feels strange, like he's older than you could ever imagined. His surface thoughts are swirling, dwindling, and Odessa gets just a few small emotional glimpses.&nbsp; ....Did they really give me a bad coolant....I need a shower..... She can vividly feel his thoughts, and the emotions behind them, a strong empathic resonance in a way she's never experienced before.&nbsp; &nbsp;...I'm sooo fucking tired....I hate the Collegia, but they know how to find hot chicks.... As she digs deeper into his mind, a feeling of impending danger crawls upon her, but she catches a few more glimpses before she's forced to retreat from his mind.&nbsp; ..I wonder what's in that box, and why it's important to the Collegia.... Black chrysteel? Or maybe that psion drug... Mayby jump-keys... I don't care...I need a shower...<br><br>Odessa snaps out from his mind.<br><br><br><strong>Lounge</strong><br><br>Azrael could pinpoint the sound and the scent, now that he had moved around a bit. The intruder seems to be just outside the open aft lounge-hatch.<br><br><em>It becomes obvious to Azrael that something is moving about inside the Jukebox, perhaps a rat, or a bug maybe.. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 04:19:30</strong>
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				Taking a deep breath Odessa blinked. She shook her head and went back to work, setting the jump. It would take time before the ship was fully linked up with the jump gate to make the first jump, but she had to plot the whole course to their location first. Her fingers danced across the keys as the navigation computer began calculating the jump, to avoid asteroids, other ships traveling at faster than light speeds, and such.<br><br>"Captain it's going to be a while before we're ready to make the jump. Maybe you should check the cargo bay." she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. "I'll notify you when we're ready to make the jump."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 04:34:01</strong>
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				<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:35</strong></del><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><em>Nearly every one of the seven habitable worlds in the Altaire sector had something to recommend it, but only two of them could be reached within half a lifetime, Altaire 5 and Hestia. The other five worlds had been cut off when their FTL-nodes shut down, almost fifty years ago. The main problem was the jump keys, if one had the keys, one could just replace the broken power-source and reboot the nav-bouys, enter the correct keys and activate the FTL-nodes. Sadly, the keys had been lost long before they broke down, and to save the remaining nodes in the sector, the Colonial Fleet made backups of the keys they had and shared them with all allied spacefaring vessels, these keys were kept safely by all allied ship-captains. Loosing a key ment loosing all honours.</em><br><br>Shaan pondered this, the mythical black chrysteel, and Collegias hunger for psion drugs, when Odessa probed his mind, he shifted between this and thinking about the lovely ladies that Collegia had recruited for him, hell, they even sold them a piece of his ship to get them intrested, a piece of HIS Castille. He felt a bit filthy, hadn't showered for days now, he still had some dried blood on his pants, the blood from his mechanic that had chased him down the hall with a chainsword. Shaan grinned at the thought. He glanced at Odessa, then looked over his shoulder at Sarah, didn't see any signs of Salonika yet, but Francis stood in the stairs, waiting for him to check up on that bloody coolant. Shaan would rather have a sleep.... He felt the hairs on his neck stand, something creeping...<br><br>"Captain it's going to be a while before we're ready to make the jump. Maybe you should check the cargo bay." Odessa said, glancing at him over her shoulder. "I'll notify you when we're ready to make the jump." Shaan snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her, “Yeah, you're probably right, don't want that shit in the system.”<br><br>Shaan climbed out of his chair and headed towards the stairs to follow Francis down into the bay.</td><td>(http://i882.photobucket.com/albums/ac27/Marviari/Shaan.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td></td><td><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Captain "Shaan"</em></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>22-04-2010, 18:16:59</strong>
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				Francis kept on talking his usual nonsense as they walked, it was his way. "So I was down in the hold making a defensive position in case of a breach at the hold doors or even against the interior of the ship if such need be, and I noticed both types of coolant were down there off to the side.&nbsp; I left anything flammable away from the position I made and made sure it was mostly parts and repair equipment, stuff that would normally not be needed and at the same time still thick enough to actually give some cover."&nbsp; and then as they entered the hold he quickly stopped short and looked around to make sure no one was near before continuing in a lower tone.<br><br>"Look capn, aint no A58, I lied to get you away for a second as I didn't think I should worry anyone else with my fears.&nbsp; Met the last one you picked up earlier in the lounge.&nbsp; That crazy ass bastard is a cold killer, some men kill to live, and some live to kill, know what I'm sayin.&nbsp; Look, if this job is as dangerous as requiring a monster like him, man you need to come a little straighter at least.&nbsp; Hell, at least I need to know what is gonna come at me from the front so I at least ain't watching his crazy body too much.&nbsp; Hell man, I saw him take out an entire squad in six paces Cap.&nbsp; Tell me what we are facing man, at least gimme the chance to blow it to pieces afore that guy goes nutty blood hungry and kills us all."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 00:04:49</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2957621#msg2957621">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 21-04-2010, 06:18:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The dark brown skin beauty would shift a bit in her stance.&nbsp; &nbsp;Listening to the response being given.&nbsp; Clearly impressed with his uncanny sense of acute smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;On the fear part,&nbsp; she put this down as part of a macho masculine thing.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika blinks when sudden his hand reaches out and grasps her jaw.&nbsp; &nbsp;His reflexes, the reaction time is incredible.&nbsp; &nbsp;Way about the norm.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Fear again,&nbsp; why didn't she have fear now.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Fear,&nbsp; why should I fear you. ...."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Cut short as Azrael would put up a hand.&nbsp; Mutter a quick soft excuse me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turn and is across the room.&nbsp; Grabbing up his dagger&nbsp; from the table, as he pulled it out.&nbsp; Then going over to the jukebox.&nbsp; &nbsp;For a few minutes he would draw breath,.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika realizing he was picking up a scent.&nbsp; &nbsp; He then would comment to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;That they are not alone, a female is near.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>This piqued the interest of Salonika as she took a step herself towards the jukebox.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze now falling on it and the surrounding area.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looked to see if she could spot the girl or woman that ship's bloodhound had just sniffed out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Looking back to Salonika he said, <strong>"Well, I will let our guest introduce herself. I doubt you need worry."</strong> His voice ahd softened once more as he crossed his arms and walked back towards the table. Spinning the knife so the blade was facing down, Azrael raised his arm slightly and dropped it downwards at lightning speed. Deeply embedding the blade into it as he cracked his neck slowly. <br><br><strong>"Now where was I? Oh yes, fearing me."</strong> Facing Salonika, a wicked smile played over his features and he slowly walked around the woman, studying her features closely. <strong>"This is new...you really have no idea who I am?"</strong> Curiously the hunter observed her like a wolf stalking its prey. His yellow irises quickly stopped at her hips for a second before he felt that familiar lust creep back into him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 00:43:37</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cargo - Bay</strong></span><br><br>Shaan walked with Francis, and listened to the important parts, nodded and replied, “Good that you set up a defensive parameter, I'll leave you in charge of the cargo-bay in case we run into trouble. There's a slugger-gatling in the green crate, just flip the locks and the crate folds down, it's mounted and pretty easy to handle, the aim has been locked to cover the cargo-airlock, and it's soft ammo, won't damage the structure, but it sure will knock down even a fully plated android with it's 400 slugs per minute.” <br><br>"…..blood hungry and kills us all."<br><br>Shaan raised a brow at Francis, happy that they hadn't loaded the A58, then his face turned serious as he informed Francis a little about the mission target.&nbsp; “Collegia picked the crew, I don't have a say on that, but they are right, we need something special, and you shouldn't underestimate your own skills and reputation.”&nbsp; Shaan looked at Francis, trying to get eye contact with the big pirate. “The current crew is the best specialists I have ever seen on the same team....&nbsp; And the target... It's an old Terran ship, a cruiser from the colonial war, from before the jumpgates were shut down. It's a nightmare visiting it.” Shaan grimaced, the subject disgusted him, “something in the cargo, or maybe the warpdrives, ripped an opening into sumra, I don't really know what it is, all I know is that we move through it when we enter FTL, and I've seen strange shit there during my years as a spacefarer, was trapped there once with a broken warp-engine.... Funny thing, it had passed only a day when I got out, but I must have been there for at least a week, and it felt like years trying to live through it... Anyways, there's something that drives people mad, and it's worse than the regular space-sickness that drives people crazy, it's more like they get possessed by sadistic and destructive flesh-eating demons or shit... I don't know any other way to describe it,you'll find all sorts of horrors, some of the old crew still lives on that ship somehow, but I wouldn't call them human any more.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 01:40:38</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Lounge - Salonika</strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2963077#msg2963077">Quote from: Darkcide on 23-04-2010, 00:04:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Looking back to Salonika he said, <strong>"Well, I will let our guest introduce herself. I doubt you need worry."</strong> His voice ahd softened once more as he crossed his arms and walked back towards the table. Spinning the knife so the blade was facing down, Azrael raised his arm slightly and dropped it downwards at lightning speed. Deeply embedding the blade into it as he cracked his neck slowly. <br><br><strong>"Now where was I? Oh yes, fearing me."</strong> Facing Salonika, a wicked smile played over his features and he slowly walked around the woman, studying her features closely. <strong>"This is new...you really have no idea who I am?"</strong> Curiously the hunter observed her like a wolf stalking its prey. His yellow irises quickly stopped at her hips for a second before he felt that familiar lust creep back into him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Salonika&nbsp; gaze followed Azrael as&nbsp; he moved back to the table and impaled his knife into it.&nbsp; &nbsp;He then would circle her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The brown skin beauty would not follow, with her gaze.&nbsp; As he circled around.&nbsp; &nbsp; He pause at her hip,&nbsp; &nbsp;taking a deep breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking in yet again her smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he would speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;The question is not meant for who he is, as in name.&nbsp; But what he is a killer.&nbsp; As far as who he is.&nbsp; He is Azrael.&nbsp; The other merc hired on,&nbsp; that was simple enough to figure out.&nbsp; Since she had met the other one already in Francis.<br><br><em>"Yes I know who you are or what you are.&nbsp; The bringer of death. But then I am the giver of life.&nbsp; How odd it is for you to feel attraction when we are so opposite."</em>&nbsp; No fear is exhibited from her.&nbsp; As she answered you back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Although she just might be good at hiding her fears.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she slowly turns her head now to look at you.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 04:54:48</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2963399#msg2963399">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 23-04-2010, 01:40:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong>Lounge - Salonika</strong></sup><br><br>Salonika&nbsp; gaze followed Azrael as&nbsp; he moved back to the table and impaled his knife into it.&nbsp; &nbsp;He then would circle her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The brown skin beauty would not follow, with her gaze.&nbsp; As he circled around.&nbsp; &nbsp; He pause at her hip,&nbsp; &nbsp;taking a deep breath.&nbsp; &nbsp;Taking in yet again her smell.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then he would speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;The question is not meant for who he is, as in name.&nbsp; But what he is a killer.&nbsp; As far as who he is.&nbsp; He is Azrael.&nbsp; The other merc hired on,&nbsp; that was simple enough to figure out.&nbsp; Since she had met the other one already in Francis.<br><br><em>"Yes I know who you are or what you are.&nbsp; The bringer of death. But then I am the giver of life.&nbsp; How odd it is for you to feel attraction when we are so opposite."</em>&nbsp; No fear is exhibited from her.&nbsp; As she answered you back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Although she just might be good at hiding her fears.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she slowly turns her head now to look at you. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Tilting his head slowly to the side as he spoke, he replied in a casual tone <strong>"The attraction stems from your damned pheromones, and you don't fear me because you assume that I have no reason to kill you." </strong> Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael tried to ignore the pheromones and the feelings they brought with them. This was near an impossible task though, as he was so tuned to his senses. It was like a straight blast to the face and Azrael's mind as powerful as it was could only hope to keep those feelings at an intense attraction.<br><br>His sense of smell, touch and taste were all assaulted at the same time and he closed his eyes for a moment. <strong>"I'm sure you're enjoying this."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 08:04:12</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Lounge - Salonika</strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2964089#msg2964089">Quote from: Darkcide on 23-04-2010, 04:54:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Tilting his head slowly to the side as he spoke, he replied in a casual tone <strong>"The attraction stems from your damned pheromones, and you don't fear me because you assume that I have no reason to kill you." </strong> Shaking his head for a moment, Azrael tried to ignore the pheromones and the feelings they brought with them. This was near an impossible task though, as he was so tuned to his senses. It was like a straight blast to the face and Azrael's mind as powerful as it was could only hope to keep those feelings at an intense attraction.<br><br>His sense of smell, touch and taste were all assaulted at the same time and he closed his eyes for a moment. <strong>"I'm sure you're enjoying this."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>As the culprit of the assault upon his senses turned her body to go along with her head she had just cantered to look at you.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lab coat would slide open barely.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, it is enough to see she is not wearing anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;You would also notice in that glimpse that her body is adorn with ritualistic tattoos.&nbsp; &nbsp; An as your senses begin to be overwhelmed by the heady intoxicating aphrodisiac effect.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she speaks her voice delivers the words in a sultry sing song cadence.&nbsp; That holds a enthralling effect.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Don't be afraid,&nbsp; I won't hurt you.&nbsp; &nbsp;An your wrong,&nbsp; I do fear."</em>&nbsp; As she spoke she would move encircling him now.&nbsp; &nbsp;As now she is the predator and he the hunted.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like a siren her voice would compel and enthrall.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Be not afraid to give life.&nbsp; &nbsp;For without life there can be no death,&nbsp; as creation and destruction go hand in hand.&nbsp; Always in the circle, of light and dark.</em>&nbsp; You feel her close behind you as she continues to speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you feel the warm breath like a hot blast upon the nap of your neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sweet scent of pheromones assaulting you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then you feel her draw back.&nbsp; You hear the soft rustling of something, like a lap coat hitting the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Did you know Kali is both destroyer and creator?&nbsp; Now can Azrael be the creator?</em>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 19:23:29</strong>
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				Dende jumped when the male spoke, his words expressing his knowledge of her presence. Immediately, Dende ran away from which she came, keeping close to the wall and in the shadows. Darn! How did they know of her presence so quickly? This wasn't good. Now someone knows that she is here!<br><br>Dende stopped at a corner, and listened carefully. She heard no footsteps of any kind. She wasn't being followed? Maybe the person who detected her didn't care? But he may tell the captain...but it seemed like he didn't care.<br><br>It was then she realized that she couldn't go hiding for the rest of her time on the ship. She and her brother would be discovered soon or later, she she was just trying to prevent the inevitable. Dende looked down at the dark floor. What was she thinking? All she did was put Danny and herself into more trouble! She was such an idiot...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 20:07:14</strong>
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				"Shit.&nbsp; I heard rumors, but shit Cap."&nbsp; Francis scratched at his close cropped head and looked around the bay... One of the crates looked funny... Walking over he poked at it and found it open.&nbsp; "What the hell?" <br><br>Pulling the top back revealed nothing.&nbsp; It was empty.&nbsp; But the fact that the damn thing was open meant that something had gotten in... or gotten out.&nbsp; "Hey Cap, sure the collegia didn't send one of their little lapdogs to keep an eye on things?&nbsp; This here was lived in for a bit, smell that, that is unwashed butt."&nbsp; Looking around he didn't see anyone, but that didn't mean much.<br><br>"Listen Cap, I'll do what I do best, and that is keep people out of the way of fire by using my bid dumb ass.&nbsp; I ain't no killer, but I ain't no saint neither.&nbsp; But at least I got some morals and qualms, so I'll do my damn job, don't worry about that.&nbsp; Just figured I should let ya know ma thoughts on the matter.&nbsp; My old commander used to always ask me cuz for some reason, my slow brain always saw something all the smart fellers missed.&nbsp; Prolly nuffin anyway as far as Killer is concerned.&nbsp; But I'll keep an eye out for our stowaway for now, and let ya get back to the important stuff."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 21:16:14</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2964602#msg2964602">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 23-04-2010, 08:04:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong>Lounge - Salonika</strong></sup><br><br>As the culprit of the assault upon his senses turned her body to go along with her head she had just cantered to look at you.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lab coat would slide open barely.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, it is enough to see she is not wearing anything.&nbsp; &nbsp;You would also notice in that glimpse that her body is adorn with ritualistic tattoos.&nbsp; &nbsp; An as your senses begin to be overwhelmed by the heady intoxicating aphrodisiac effect.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she speaks her voice delivers the words in a sultry sing song cadence.&nbsp; That holds a enthralling effect.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Don't be afraid,&nbsp; I won't hurt you.&nbsp; &nbsp;An your wrong,&nbsp; I do fear."</em>&nbsp; As she spoke she would move encircling him now.&nbsp; &nbsp;As now she is the predator and he the hunted.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like a siren her voice would compel and enthrall.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"Be not afraid to give life.&nbsp; &nbsp;For without life there can be no death,&nbsp; as creation and destruction go hand in hand.&nbsp; Always in the circle, of light and dark.</em>&nbsp; You feel her close behind you as she continues to speak.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you feel the warm breath like a hot blast upon the nap of your neck.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sweet scent of pheromones assaulting you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then you feel her draw back.&nbsp; You hear the soft rustling of something, like a lap coat hitting the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Did you know Kali is both destroyer and creator?&nbsp; Now can Azrael be the creator?</em> <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael could hear the young girl's footsteps as she peeled off in the other direction. Presently he didn't care enough to pursue, though he now knew she definitely was not a member of the crew. He was sure if her presence wasn't already public knowledge, it'd be soon enough. So Azrael just shrugged the matter off.<br><br>Salonika made her way around him slowly, speaking all the while as he tilted his head to the side slowly and listened. "I'm not afraid, and you couldn't hurt me...I hate head games." he growled out as his nostrils flared lightly. Azrael was definitely getting annoyed with the effect she was having on him, and his fists lightly balled up. For a moment his eyes wandered to the open lab coat, and he smirked lightly upon seeing her tattoo briefly. Azrael breathed in silently as he closed his eyes, retreating inside of his head to the place of calm he had. The one bit of him that wasn't consumed with the beast. However this was abolished when he heard the cloth hitting the floor. <br><br>Opening his eyes, Azrael took in a small breath and whispered "I can create new and interesting ways to kill people...but it appears you're in heat, and is there a reason why you're exposed behind me?" Glancing back over his shoulder for a moment, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes as he turned to face the woman slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 05:31:52</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cargo - Bay</strong></span><br><br>“It could be another stowaway,” Shaan frowned, “security on the Altair anchor is pretty bad. I get those rats on my every visit to that fucking string-can,” he stepped up the short ramp to the maintenance area and thumbed the intercom. <strong>“Fare-dodger, this is Captain Shaan of the Castille."</strong> he spoke into the microphone with a calm voice, <strong>"You have two options, report to the storage-bay now, or I will seek you out and flush you through the airlock,”</strong> he then released the transmit button and stepped back to Francis. “I will keep an eye on your back, just be smart and we'll both get back alive from this mission.” He then nodded towards the green crate, “be ready to use that gat, the intruder might be armed.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 08:40:20</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - </span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2965909#msg2965909">Quote from: Darkcide on 23-04-2010, 21:16:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael could hear the young girl's footsteps as she peeled off in the other direction. Presently he didn't care enough to pursue, though he now knew she definitely was not a member of the crew. He was sure if her presence wasn't already public knowledge, it'd be soon enough. So Azrael just shrugged the matter off.<br><br>Salonika made her way around him slowly, speaking all the while as he tilted his head to the side slowly and listened. "I'm not afraid, and you couldn't hurt me...I hate head games." he growled out as his nostrils flared lightly. Azrael was definitely getting annoyed with the effect she was having on him, and his fists lightly balled up. For a moment his eyes wandered to the open lab coat, and he smirked lightly upon seeing her tattoo briefly. Azrael breathed in silently as he closed his eyes, retreating inside of his head to the place of calm he had. The one bit of him that wasn't consumed with the beast. However this was abolished when he heard the cloth hitting the floor. <br><br>Opening his eyes, Azrael took in a small breath and whispered "I can create new and interesting ways to kill people...but it appears you're in heat, and is there a reason why you're exposed behind me?" Glancing back over his shoulder for a moment, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes as he turned to face the woman slowly.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>A coy demur smirk would fashion across her facial expression.&nbsp; As he turned, a small breath is taken as if the wind had been taken from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;While he would toss a defensive comment up at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;By claiming he could be creative with creating new ways to kill people.&nbsp; &nbsp; It would seem to unphase her.&nbsp; As she suddenly steps in and gives a quick hard kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;That spoke of taking, as a primal bitch in heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pull back from the kiss, but lets her body continue to press against his.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You know death,&nbsp; and knowing only death leads to death.&nbsp; I shall show you life, and I shall make you great."</em>&nbsp; With finishing her words, she would once again press another kiss.&nbsp; This time deeper,&nbsp; more invasive as her tongue sought yours.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she pressed hard up against you.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It is more then the forceful nature, it is the lack of fear she shows.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lack of inhibition with being with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even with the threat of possibility that someone could walk in on them in the lounge.&nbsp; &nbsp;An the fact she had to know, someone else had been near.&nbsp; &nbsp;You had pointed it out.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 09:33:30</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967753#msg2967753">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 24-04-2010, 08:40:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - </span></strong></sup><br><br>A coy demur smirk would fashion across her facial expression.&nbsp; As he turned, a small breath is taken as if the wind had been taken from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;While he would toss a defensive comment up at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;By claiming he could be creative with creating new ways to kill people.&nbsp; &nbsp; It would seem to unphase her.&nbsp; As she suddenly steps in and gives a quick hard kiss.&nbsp; &nbsp;That spoke of taking, as a primal bitch in heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;She pull back from the kiss, but lets her body continue to press against his.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You know death,&nbsp; and knowing only death leads to death.&nbsp; I shall show you life, and I shall make you great."</em>&nbsp; With finishing her words, she would once again press another kiss.&nbsp; This time deeper,&nbsp; more invasive as her tongue sought yours.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she pressed hard up against you.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It is more then the forceful nature, it is the lack of fear she shows.&nbsp; &nbsp;The lack of inhibition with being with you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even with the threat of possibility that someone could walk in on them in the lounge.&nbsp; &nbsp;An the fact she had to know, someone else had been near.&nbsp; &nbsp;You had pointed it out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael had long ago lost count of the number of women he'd been with, yet he had never came across one as forceful as Salonika. Her lips went to his and he instantly lost his train of thought, before he pulled his head back after a moment. Not because of fear of her or even apprehension, but another was on her breath and could be tasted on her lips. Also apparently at her tongue as she stuffed it into his mouth and pushed her body to his after speaking.<br><br>This woman was addled, she had to be. Just everything seemed so wrong, yet at the same time? The things she said, and the way she presented herself made perfect sense. However Azrael caught his breath and spoke <strong>"You...know of my senses, tasting him? It's oppressive and...not at all pleasant."</strong> Narrowing his eyes some as his guard was up, awaiting her next move as he cracked his neck slowly. <strong>"Why exactly are you lusting after me?"</strong> His head tilted some as he studied the strange woman, at this point he realized he didn't even know her name.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 10:08:04</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967844#msg2967844">Quote from: Darkcide on 24-04-2010, 09:33:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael had long ago lost count of the number of women he'd been with, yet he had never came across one as forceful as Salonika. Her lips went to his and he instantly lost his train of thought, before he pulled his head back after a moment. Not because of fear of her or even apprehension, but another was on her breath and could be tasted on her lips. Also apparently at her tongue as she stuffed it into his mouth and pushed her body to his after speaking.<br><br>This woman was addled, she had to be. Just everything seemed so wrong, yet at the same time? The things she said, and the way she presented herself made perfect sense. However Azrael caught his breath and spoke <strong>"You...know of my senses, tasting him? It's oppressive and...not at all pleasant."</strong> Narrowing his eyes some as his guard was up, awaiting her next move as he cracked his neck slowly. <strong>"Why exactly are you lusting after me?"</strong> His head tilted some as he studied the strange woman, at this point he realized he didn't even know her name.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With the kiss broken,&nbsp; the questioning words,&nbsp; that asked why she is lusting for him.&nbsp; &nbsp; For a moment she looked&nbsp; down,&nbsp; in bare inaudible intone.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would begin canting for a few moments.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet it seem an eternity as one waited for her to respond.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raising her head up,&nbsp; in which she flips her raven&nbsp; black tresses and tossing&nbsp; back behind her back and shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would suddenly say one word at first.<br><br><em>आग !</em> In a strange tongue.&nbsp; And around them would erupt on the floor a pentagram of fire encircling them.&nbsp; &nbsp; She look now to you, her eyes pitch black. An her voice is as if speaking in tongues.<br><br><em>"You are not the only one that has to satisfy a beast within.&nbsp; &nbsp;A craving that consumes,&nbsp; &nbsp;I know this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now come to me,&nbsp; copulate with me in fornication.&nbsp; I shall reveal passions and delights to you. "</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze drops upon completion of her response.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The pentagram would suddenly whisk out as her head lowered.&nbsp; But only for a brief instances as she once again raises her gaze to in lined with yours.&nbsp; Her eyes still that pitch black.&nbsp; &nbsp;An the tribal tattooing of sigils seem to have come alive as they seem to move on her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The folds of her labia drip with her heat.&nbsp; As the scent of her arousal intensified. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 10:26:03</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967886#msg2967886">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 24-04-2010, 10:08:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>With the kiss broken,&nbsp; the questioning words,&nbsp; that asked why she is lusting for him.&nbsp; &nbsp; For a moment she looked&nbsp; down,&nbsp; in bare inaudible intone.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would begin canting for a few moments.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet it seem an eternity as one waited for her to respond.&nbsp; &nbsp;Raising her head up,&nbsp; in which she flips her raven&nbsp; black tresses and tossing&nbsp; back behind her back and shoulders.&nbsp; &nbsp;She would suddenly say one word at first.<br><br><em>आग !</em> In a strange tongue.&nbsp; And around them would erupt on the floor a pentagram of fire encircling them.&nbsp; &nbsp; She look now to you, her eyes pitch black. An her voice is as if speaking in tongues.<br><br><em>"You are not the only one that has to satisfy a beast within.&nbsp; &nbsp;A craving that consumes,&nbsp; &nbsp;I know this.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now come to me,&nbsp; copulate with me in fornication.&nbsp; I shall reveal passions and delights to you. "</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze drops upon completion of her response.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The pentagram would suddenly whisk out as her head lowered.&nbsp; But only for a brief instances as she once again raises her gaze to in lined with yours.&nbsp; Her eyes still that pitch black.&nbsp; &nbsp;An the tribal tattooing of sigils seem to have come alive as they seem to move on her skin.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The folds of her labia drip with her heat.&nbsp; As the scent of her arousal intensified.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael was surprised at the pentagram, but it didn't shock him enough to outwardly express himself other than a quiet <strong>"Hmm, interesting."</strong> Glancing around slowly as he perked up an eyebrow. Looking back at her as she spoke, he looked gently into her dark eyes. A mixed string of emotions moving through his body before he could draw in the sweet smell of her arousal. It seemed she was just as much a slave to her arousal as he was to his, a small smile crossed over his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. <br><br>His instinct had been right, there was definitely something supernatural about the woman. And here she was in a frenzied state of arousal, deciding to see how far this could go for Azrael made his way over to her. His fingers lightly sliding up to cradle her tiny sex, fingertips slipping ever so gently over her slit as he looked directly into her eyes. <strong>"So...you're telling me that having me fuck you silly on this floor here would satisfy...your beast?"</strong> Positively growling the words out as he licked his lips slowly. This definitely wasn't the reception he had expected to find on the ship, but it was interesting to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 11:00:26</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967918#msg2967918">Quote from: Darkcide on 24-04-2010, 10:26:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br>Azrael was surprised at the pentagram, but it didn't shock him enough to outwardly express himself other than a quiet <strong>"Hmm, interesting."</strong> Glancing around slowly as he perked up an eyebrow. Looking back at her as she spoke, he looked gently into her dark eyes. A mixed string of emotions moving through his body before he could draw in the sweet smell of her arousal. It seemed she was just as much a slave to her arousal as he was to his, a small smile crossed over his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. <br><br>His instinct had been right, there was definitely something supernatural about the woman. And here she was in a frenzied state of arousal, deciding to see how far this could go for Azrael made his way over to her. His fingers lightly sliding up to cradle her tiny sex, fingertips slipping ever so gently over her slit as he looked directly into her eyes. <strong>"So...you're telling me that having me fuck you silly on this floor here would satisfy...your beast?"</strong> Positively growling the words out as he licked his lips slowly. This definitely wasn't the reception he had expected to find on the ship, but it was interesting to him.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Yes."&nbsp; &nbsp;She would reply with a quiver in the tone of her voice.&nbsp; As your fingers teased over her vulva.&nbsp; The sensation exhilarating that runs through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her head would drop, as her gaze falls upon the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her legs slightly slide out, in splayed pose and posture.&nbsp; &nbsp; While her eyes have return to the normal dark brown hue.&nbsp; The blackness retreating.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While your finger tips now glisten with her heat, the lust that claims her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tattos still seem to swirl,&nbsp; when looked upon.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 17:12:16</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2967987#msg2967987">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 24-04-2010, 11:00:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>"Yes."&nbsp; &nbsp;She would reply with a quiver in the tone of her voice.&nbsp; As your fingers teased over her vulva.&nbsp; The sensation exhilarating that runs through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her head would drop, as her gaze falls upon the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her legs slightly slide out, in splayed pose and posture.&nbsp; &nbsp; While her eyes have return to the normal dark brown hue.&nbsp; The blackness retreating.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>While your finger tips now glisten with her heat, the lust that claims her.&nbsp; &nbsp;The tattos still seem to swirl,&nbsp; when looked upon.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael threw his head back gently for a moment, to send his dreadlocks back over his shoulder. Lightly the tip of his middle finger made its way towards her entrance and started to dab lightly without entering her body. <strong>"Ah I see. How badly do you want it?"</strong> It was always a thrill for him to assume power in situations like these, and Azrael was definitely a dominant. His lips curled up into a toothy grin before suddenly his finger was shoved a couple inches into her glistening sex. Eye contact hadn't been broken as he still looked into hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 22:01:49</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2968311#msg2968311">Quote from: Darkcide on 24-04-2010, 17:12:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael threw his head back gently for a moment, to send his dreadlocks back over his shoulder. Lightly the tip of his middle finger made its way towards her entrance and started to dab lightly without entering her body. <strong>"Ah I see. How badly do you want it?"</strong> It was always a thrill for him to assume power in situations like these, and Azrael was definitely a dominant. His lips curled up into a toothy grin before suddenly his finger was shoved a couple inches into her glistening sex. Eye contact hadn't been broken as he still looked into hers.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael would feel the folds of her labia quiver around his fingers.&nbsp; As they tease ready to dip into her pink depth.&nbsp; &nbsp;The heated wetness giving testimony to her heat.&nbsp; While you feel her slowly start to grind down onto your fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Forcing the issue like a bitch in need.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes also convey this from with the depths of them, as his remains locked onto hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her breaths come drawn out,&nbsp; as if suppressing the the libations of her arousal.&nbsp; That is like a life of its own.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When the response comes, her words are husky, pleading, begging for it.&nbsp; <em>"Please,&nbsp; I need..... need you....I beg you."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 08:16:49</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2968775#msg2968775">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 24-04-2010, 22:01:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Azrael would feel the folds of her labia quiver around his fingers.&nbsp; As they tease ready to dip into her pink depth.&nbsp; &nbsp;The heated wetness giving testimony to her heat.&nbsp; While you feel her slowly start to grind down onto your fingers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Forcing the issue like a bitch in need.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her eyes also convey this from with the depths of them, as his remains locked onto hers.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her breaths come drawn out,&nbsp; as if suppressing the the libations of her arousal.&nbsp; That is like a life of its own.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>When the response comes, her words are husky, pleading, begging for it.&nbsp; <em>"Please,&nbsp; I need..... need you....I beg you."</em><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The sounds of begging were music to Azrael, and he smiled in triumph slowly. A small lick of his lips accompanied this, while his fingertips lightly played over her labial lips. Diddling them firmly, Azrael said <strong>"Well, I suppose if you're begging."</strong> It was with that he grasped Salonika's waist and quickly turned her around. Guiding the beautiful woman towards the table, a hand pressed flat to her back. She was pushed down towards the surface so that she would be bent over as Azrael reached into his pants, his hand roamed down to his rigid member and he merely commanded her to <strong>"Spread your legs out."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 09:13:12</strong>
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				"So BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED..." Sarah thought to herself with a sigh. She'd never been comfortable with people around her. She'd simply have to grab a chance to work, once everyone's asleep, or occupied.Turing over, she decided to mess around with the ship's computer. She spent some time, looking over the numbers, before she got bored, again, deciding everything was alright. Turning on the surveillance system, she started to look threw the ship. "Jesus christ..." She said, coming across a room, with a huge hull breach. "Christ if the airlock bugs, were all dead..." She said to herself. The odds of that happening were very slim, but she couldn't shake the feeling as if she'd die any moment. She tried to shake it off, as it was nothing she could do about it right now...Maybe if she welded the airlock shut, but she may not be allowed to do that. Shrugging again she flipped the channel. Suddenly her eyes widened and she felt lost for breath. On the screen was a clear image of, Azrael&nbsp; and Salonika, down in the lounge
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 12:17:14</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2970203#msg2970203">Quote from: Darkcide on 25-04-2010, 08:16:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span><br><br>The sounds of begging were music to Azrael, and he smiled in triumph slowly. A small lick of his lips accompanied this, while his fingertips lightly played over her labial lips. Diddling them firmly, Azrael said <strong>"Well, I suppose if you're begging."</strong> It was with that he grasped Salonika's waist and quickly turned her around. Guiding the beautiful woman towards the table, a hand pressed flat to her back. She was pushed down towards the surface so that she would be bent over as Azrael reached into his pants, his hand roamed down to his rigid member and he merely commanded her to <strong>"Spread your legs out."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The cold blooded killer would tease playing with folds of her inner and outer labia.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As her begging seem to please him greatly.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then with a comment that meant to show indifference.&nbsp; &nbsp;He suddenly clasp her around the waist and spin her around.&nbsp; With a guiding push.&nbsp; He usher her over towards one of the tables.&nbsp; As his hand rested pushing firmly on the flat of her back.&nbsp; &nbsp; She is pressed bent over the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The sound of him using his other hand to undo his pants and pull&nbsp; out his cock can be heard.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Once he&nbsp; has accomplish this.&nbsp; He command her to spread her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp; The dark brown skin beauty would comply as her feet side out to the sides.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she splayed her legs apart for you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her petals glistening, with her heat.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 14:30:13</strong>
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				Dende listened carefully when the captain spoke over the intercom. Eve though he semed rather calm, she could point out his displeasure by the words he used. Would he really throw her out the airlock? She was only a teenage girl...maybe it was a bluff? Or he was just a really mean person.<br><br>But she had been caught. Twice, actually. But it didn't really matter now. Dende started to walk the halls back to the storage room, where the captian said he wanted her. She started to think about what her life would be like in jail, since she did break the law. Her brother was too young to go to-....wait....Her brother was in the storage room!<br><br>Dende suddenly started to run through the halls, not caring if she made any noise or not. What did they do to her brother? Did they find him? KILL him!? She knew this was a bad idea!<br><br>Dende finally got to the storage room, and burst through the doors. She was less concerned about the captain and what he would do with her than&nbsp; where&nbsp; her little brother was. Even though her face was growing red from the attention.<br><br>"Danny? Danny!? Where are you!?" Dende cried, looking from one nd of the room from the other.<br><br>Thankfully, Danny popped out from behind one of the crates, and started running towards Dende.<br><br>"Mumma!" he cries, his little arms swaying left and right as he ran at full speed.<br><br>"Oh, God!" Dende sighed in releif, as she kneeled down to embrase Danny. She picked him up when he reached her, and faced the captain. Her face was completely red now, obviously embarrased by the whole ordeal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 15:31:56</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cargo Bay</strong></span><br><br>Shaan watched as Dende rushed into the cargo bay. He shifted his balance and lashed his eyes to the small boy as he moved across the floor, Shaan came only a moment away from shooting at him with the derringer, but he didn't even take it to his hand. <strong>“For fucks sake, it's a fucking convention down here.”</strong> He kicked at one of the crates, and cursed <strong>“Fucking useless Anchor security, I won't pay the docking fee next time, I'll feed them with that critters diapers.”</strong> Shaan didn't know what to do, with such short time before jumping into FTL, and an already strained time-limit for the mission. “Francis, take them to a spare room down the crew corridor, give them rations and I'll decide their fate later,” he ordered, and moved with upset steps back up to the bridge, to see if they were about to link to the buoy yet.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 18:20:16</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2970537#msg2970537">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 25-04-2010, 12:17:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The cold blooded killer would tease playing with folds of her inner and outer labia.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As her begging seem to please him greatly.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then with a comment that meant to show indifference.&nbsp; &nbsp;He suddenly clasp her around the waist and spin her around.&nbsp; With a guiding push.&nbsp; He usher her over towards one of the tables.&nbsp; As his hand rested pushing firmly on the flat of her back.&nbsp; &nbsp; She is pressed bent over the table.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The sound of him using his other hand to undo his pants and pull&nbsp; out his cock can be heard.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Once he&nbsp; has accomplish this.&nbsp; He command her to spread her legs.&nbsp; &nbsp; The dark brown skin beauty would comply as her feet side out to the sides.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she splayed her legs apart for you.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her petals glistening, with her heat. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael's hand slowly slid down her back, before he grasped his large member at the base. Placing the fat tip directly to her entrance, he could feel her heat through her folds before he pushed against her hard. Eventually shoving himself inside of her, and allowing the head to penetrate Salonika's sex. A soft grunt accompanied this action as one of his hands grasped hold of her hips and he started to thrust into her with slow yet deliberate pumps. He definitely hadn't expected the day's events to occur, but Azrael couldn't complain. It was with that he would pump into this woman who's name he hadn't bothered to get, nor really cared to know. Driving himself deeper into her snatch, as he was going to punish her for her assault with the pheromones.<br><br>There was something of a thrill to be fucking out in the lounge where pretty much anyone could walk into, Azrael licked his lips slowly and started pulling her hips backwards as he watched more of his length slowly disappear into her body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 23:31:03</strong>
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				Dende jumped when the captain started to curse and kick the crates. Danny too was a little shaken by his sudden anger, and burried his face in his sister's shoulder. "Mama, what does 'fucking' mean?" he whispered in her ear, clining tightly to her top.<br><br>Dende ignored him, too embarrased by the scene to een respond. Her face was red hot, and all she could do was stand while the captain passed by her. She looked up at the large man that was assigned to escort them to an empty room, and swallowed hard. Why did she think that this was going to be a very ugly trip?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 23:49:43</strong>
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				<del><strong>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:42 </strong></del><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>Shaan stepped up onto the bridge, crossed the room with a fast pace and slumped back into his chair, mumbling angry words, then he glanced back over his shoulder at the screens, not sure if he had seen what he thought he had. “Sarah, is that Azrael and Salonike fucking about in the lounge?” he asked, pretty surprised at the sight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 01:42:33</strong>
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				Francis scratched his head, a little confused by it all as it seemed to just pass him by.&nbsp; He looked at the kid and the little girl he called 'momma.' She didn't seem old enough really... but he did recall seeing a few whores during the many tours he had been on so, hell she might be.&nbsp; He looked the two of them over and thought about their weight... probably needed some food.&nbsp; He had a couple of ration bars that would help, at least until the killer exited the lounge area.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, lil missy.&nbsp; I guess you two can foller me. I think the room near mine is empty, and I gotta get my gear ready anyway, so.&nbsp; Come on then.&nbsp; Maybe later on you two can get some food, you look a might hungry." and he slowly walked to the corridor, leading them back into the ship.&nbsp; Shaan was a good man it seemed, the rest of the spacers would have just spaced the two stowaways.&nbsp; Didn't need the air being wasted by hanger's on. He led them to the room that was actually right next to his and opened the door, letting them look inside... it was nicer than his even. "Well shoot, looks like I picked the wrong one.&nbsp; Yours is a lot better 'en mine."&nbsp; He stopped and looked at them both again.&nbsp; Then sticking out one meaty paw he finally introduced himself. <br><br>"Howdy, names Francis."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 02:07:54</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2971035#msg2971035">Quote from: Darkcide on 25-04-2010, 18:20:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael's hand slowly slid down her back, before he grasped his large member at the base. Placing the fat tip directly to her entrance, he could feel her heat through her folds before he pushed against her hard. Eventually shoving himself inside of her, and allowing the head to penetrate Salonika's sex. A soft grunt accompanied this action as one of his hands grasped hold of her hips and he started to thrust into her with slow yet deliberate pumps. He definitely hadn't expected the day's events to occur, but Azrael couldn't complain. It was with that he would pump into this woman who's name he hadn't bothered to get, nor really cared to know. Driving himself deeper into her snatch, as he was going to punish her for her assault with the pheromones.<br><br>There was something of a thrill to be fucking out in the lounge where pretty much anyone could walk into, Azrael licked his lips slowly and started pulling her hips backwards as he watched more of his length slowly disappear into her body.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The moment just prior is such a delicious tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the cock's head teases against.&nbsp; &nbsp; It leaves one in held breath of anticipation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Already the host of energy can be tasted.&nbsp; &nbsp;That soon will be tapped into by the two of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they would generate such delicious energy.&nbsp; &nbsp; Gripping the sides of the table bent over.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fingers tightening.&nbsp; As the moment comes.&nbsp; Her labia being stretched as he pushed into her.&nbsp; Stretching her out, igniting the spark that now allow her to tap into the energy.&nbsp; <br><br>Those blasted pheromones seem to go off the chart when you enter her.&nbsp; So strong is the musk odor that instigates your arousal and attraction to this brown skin beauty.&nbsp; <br><br>Salonika waited, holding still.&nbsp; &nbsp;Learning the rhythm that will be set before she would move to join in, with a practice knowledge.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While it is not lost upon her that anyone could walk into the lounge at any moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;This added to the energy.&nbsp; &nbsp; It would help fuel it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she would give him a taste of what is to come.&nbsp; &nbsp;With more then merely entering her.&nbsp; For she is master of the tantra of Kama Sutra.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Like a belly dancer she ripple her tummy muscles in a serpentine roll.&nbsp; Unseen because she is bent over the tabe.&nbsp; But most definitely felt by Azrael.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he suddenly feel the rippling effect of her vaginal walls surrounding his cock in snuggle tightness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 03:36:35</strong>
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				Dende, with Danny in her arms, followed the big man to the promised rooms. Throughout the whole walk, Dende couldn't get her mind off how large this man was! Sure, she has seen large men, but not THIS large! And by the way the guy speaks, it didn't seem like he was the brightest person in the galaxy. But that was only the impression she got from him. For all she knew, he could be the smartest person on the ship!<br><br>When they finally got to the rooms, Dende put Danny down to let him explore the new living space. She reached out her hand to shake the big man's when he offered it. Apparently, his name was Francis. Nice name. He didn't seem like a bad guy, unlike his captain. Didn't seem as angry. But of course, he may be the meanest guy on the ship. He just hasn't showed his true colors yet.<br><br>"Dende. Nice to meet you." Dende said, shaking Francis' hand. The size comparison between the two's hands was great. His hand must have been at least two times larger than her's. What a guy.<br><br>She then motioned to Danny, who was now jumping on the bed. "His name is Danny. Despite him calling me his mother, he's actually my little brother." She crossed her arms and sighed. But he mine as well be my son. I've been caring for him since he was born..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 03:53:01</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2972516#msg2972516">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 26-04-2010, 02:07:54</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The moment just prior is such a delicious tease.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the cock's head teases against.&nbsp; &nbsp; It leaves one in held breath of anticipation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Already the host of energy can be tasted.&nbsp; &nbsp;That soon will be tapped into by the two of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they would generate such delicious energy.&nbsp; &nbsp; Gripping the sides of the table bent over.&nbsp; &nbsp;Fingers tightening.&nbsp; As the moment comes.&nbsp; Her labia being stretched as he pushed into her.&nbsp; Stretching her out, igniting the spark that now allow her to tap into the energy.&nbsp; <br><br>Those blasted pheromones seem to go off the chart when you enter her.&nbsp; So strong is the musk odor that instigates your arousal and attraction to this brown skin beauty.&nbsp; <br><br>Salonika waited, holding still.&nbsp; &nbsp;Learning the rhythm that will be set before she would move to join in, with a practice knowledge.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While it is not lost upon her that anyone could walk into the lounge at any moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;This added to the energy.&nbsp; &nbsp; It would help fuel it.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she would give him a taste of what is to come.&nbsp; &nbsp;With more then merely entering her.&nbsp; For she is master of the tantra of Kama Sutra.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Like a belly dancer she ripple her tummy muscles in a serpentine roll.&nbsp; Unseen because she is bent over the tabe.&nbsp; But most definitely felt by Azrael.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he suddenly feel the rippling effect of her vaginal walls surrounding his cock in snuggle tightness. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Letting his fingers caress her rounded hips, Azrael sighed gently as he felt her walls squeeze firmly around his rigid shaft. He stopped for a moment at the scent she was given off, it was deafening and even made him dizzy for a split second. Pulling the woman's hips back into his pumping, Azrael's hips would move into small circles at the end of each stroke. Looking down at their bodies as felt her trap him inside of her form, gripping his cock tightly in an effort to milk out all of its contents.<br><br>The killer raised a hand and let it crash down on one of Salonika's uplifted buttocks and said <strong>"That's it...squeeze, just like that."</strong> The words came out in a heated and hushed tone as he started to pump into her harder in response. Probing into her deeply, and pulling out until only the tip was in before he'd slam back into Salonika. Spearing her juicy pussy on his member before he lifted her hips slightly and bucked into her more forcefully. Claiming her body as his own personal property.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 05:32:49</strong>
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				"Engaging FTL drives." Odessa said, though she didn't bother to flip the switch beside her chair to turn the intercom on.<br><br>Her fingers were dancing, guiding the computer through the program before she hit a button. The world around them began to change as the ship connected with the buoy. She hit a button as the ships engines began to whirl and start. The FTL drive kicked in and the world around them changed. With a long pull, the ship started forward, the stars streaking into lines before they vanished completely. She stared at the scene before her, the beautiful colors of space passing by them as they made the first jump. It would take them a long time to get to their next target. Any other pilot might have had them to their first jump in six hours, but Odessa's calculation program had shaved it in half.<br><br>She had ignored the comments about the ship's doctor fucking someone in the lounge. She didn't need to know about it or care.<br><br>"ETA to next jump buoy, Three hours fifteen minutes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 06:30:43</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2972850#msg2972850">Quote from: Darkcide on 26-04-2010, 03:53:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Letting his fingers caress her rounded hips, Azrael sighed gently as he felt her walls squeeze firmly around his rigid shaft. He stopped for a moment at the scent she was given off, it was deafening and even made him dizzy for a split second. Pulling the woman's hips back into his pumping, Azrael's hips would move into small circles at the end of each stroke. Looking down at their bodies as felt her trap him inside of her form, gripping his cock tightly in an effort to milk out all of its contents.<br><br>The killer raised a hand and let it crash down on one of Salonika's uplifted buttocks and said <strong>"That's it...squeeze, just like that."</strong> The words came out in a heated and hushed tone as he started to pump into her harder in response. Probing into her deeply, and pulling out until only the tip was in before he'd slam back into Salonika. Spearing her juicy pussy on his member before he lifted her hips slightly and bucked into her more forcefully. Claiming her body as his own personal property.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The smack that now sounded in the lounge, smarted across the ass cheek hit.&nbsp; &nbsp; As Azrael called for her to continue.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika&nbsp; complies as she continues to ripple her tummy muscles to effect the squeezing butterfly effect around his cock.&nbsp; As he now drove fast and furiously into her depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Driving all the way to the hilt an then pulling almost all the way out.&nbsp; &nbsp;A few strokes and she has the timing down.&nbsp; Her own hips now roll to assist his thrusts to greater penetration.&nbsp; &nbsp;While now she cadenced out encouragement.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yes fuck me good.&nbsp; Harder, harder,&nbsp; plow my field.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh yes plow my field,&nbsp; harder."</em><br><br>As for the fact that they are observed upon the bridge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well Salonika did not have a clue to this.&nbsp; It being her maiden voyage.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is not as familiar with the ship.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 17:31:12</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2973323#msg2973323">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 26-04-2010, 06:30:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The smack that now sounded in the lounge, smarted across the ass cheek hit.&nbsp; &nbsp; As Azrael called for her to continue.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika&nbsp; complies as she continues to ripple her tummy muscles to effect the squeezing butterfly effect around his cock.&nbsp; As he now drove fast and furiously into her depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Driving all the way to the hilt an then pulling almost all the way out.&nbsp; &nbsp;A few strokes and she has the timing down.&nbsp; Her own hips now roll to assist his thrusts to greater penetration.&nbsp; &nbsp;While now she cadenced out encouragement.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yes fuck me good.&nbsp; Harder, harder,&nbsp; plow my field.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh yes plow my field,&nbsp; harder."</em><br><br>As for the fact that they are observed upon the bridge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well Salonika did not have a clue to this.&nbsp; It being her maiden voyage.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is not as familiar with the ship. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael had been on enough ships in his time to know that the two were most likely currently being watched, and if they weren't? Well their current activity was at the very least being filmed. He listened for a second, and glanced over in the direction of the camera. Merely shooting a toothy grin that way, before he practically squeezed Salonika's hips and plowed into her furiously. Twisting his hips savagely as his length filled her up.<br><br>Deciding to respect her request, Azrael would draw his hips back and thrust forward forcefully. When this was done, it'd be accompanied by a continued pushing motion forward. His tip repeatedly collided with her cervix as he impaled her on his swollen length. Soft grunts would escape as her walls continued to flex and send waves of pleasure throughout his form.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 18:55:08</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2974525#msg2974525">Quote from: Darkcide on 26-04-2010, 17:31:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael had been on enough ships in his time to know that the two were most likely currently being watched, and if they weren't? Well their current activity was at the very least being filmed. He listened for a second, and glanced over in the direction of the camera. Merely shooting a toothy grin that way, before he practically squeezed Salonika's hips and plowed into her furiously. Twisting his hips savagely as his length filled her up.<br><br>Deciding to respect her request, Azrael would draw his hips back and thrust forward forcefully. When this was done, it'd be accompanied by a continued pushing motion forward. His tip repeatedly collided with her cervix as he impaled her on his swollen length. Soft grunts would escape as her walls continued to flex and send waves of pleasure throughout his form.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Powerful thrusts pressed Salonika against the tables top.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her hips would hit the edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sound of his groin smacking her ass fills the room and audio feed.&nbsp; As the head of his cock slams so deeply to punish up against her cervix with each thrust.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Primal is the word to best describe.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yes don't stop,&nbsp; fuck me hard.&nbsp; Show your worth, make me your bitch."</em><br><br>Salonika continue to cry out encouragement.&nbsp; To further press him.&nbsp; &nbsp;While now that she has already gotten the rhythm down and moved in sync with Azrael.&nbsp; &nbsp;She now would subtly speed up, guiding him to a faster pounding of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There is more now,&nbsp; other then what she first desired.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she found herself also real attracted to the bad boy.&nbsp; &nbsp; Who is complete opposite of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of pushing her away.&nbsp; It drew her in, it heighten her arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp; It already has triggered smaller orgasms that seem to be coming one after another.&nbsp; Leading towards the a big one.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 20:28:50</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2972138#msg2972138">Quote from: Marvin on 25-04-2010, 23:49:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>Shaan stepped up onto the bridge, crossed the room with a fast pace and slumped back into his chair, mumbling angry words, then he glanced back over his shoulder at the screens, not sure if he had seen what he thought he had. “Sarah, is that Azrael and Salonike fucking about in the lounge?” he asked, pretty surprised at the sight.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Sarah yelped, jumping out of her seat. Being caught off guard, her hand instantly moved to cover the screen. "I-i was just l-looking over the ship and ---.... I-i... I didn't mean to watch, i was just about to change the channel! But then you came in and i..." She felt her face turn completely red. What a excellent moment, to peak he first day on the ship. Being caught watching her crew mates mess around....Fucking brilliant...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 21:06:40</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2972785#msg2972785">Quote from: Carlissa on 26-04-2010, 03:36:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dende, with Danny in her arms, followed the big man to the promised rooms. Throughout the whole walk, Dende couldn't get her mind off how large this man was! Sure, she has seen large men, but not THIS large! And by the way the guy speaks, it didn't seem like he was the brightest person in the galaxy. But that was only the impression she got from him. For all she knew, he could be the smartest person on the ship!<br><br>When they finally got to the rooms, Dende put Danny down to let him explore the new living space. She reached out her hand to shake the big man's when he offered it. Apparently, his name was Francis. Nice name. He didn't seem like a bad guy, unlike his captain. Didn't seem as angry. But of course, he may be the meanest guy on the ship. He just hasn't showed his true colors yet.<br><br>"Dende. Nice to meet you." Dende said, shaking Francis' hand. The size comparison between the two's hands was great. His hand must have been at least two times larger than her's. What a guy.<br><br>She then motioned to Danny, who was now jumping on the bed. "His name is Danny. Despite him calling me his mother, he's actually my little brother." She crossed her arms and sighed. But he mine as well be my son. I've been caring for him since he was born..." <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Francis leaned against the doorway as he watched the kid jump up and down upon the bed exuberantly, he couldn't help himself but to smile at the kids antics.&nbsp; Remembering what it was to be that young and innocent, he actually wished he wasn't so big, being big meant people were always trying to prove they were too.&nbsp; Especially people with a chip on their shoulder and a couple of feet missing in their height.&nbsp; He sighed, wishing he was that small, if he ever was, again.&nbsp; Care free and innocent.&nbsp; Dende and Danny, they did look alike and he was suddenly struck by her words, she had to take care of him her whole life?&nbsp; Well, it was a tough place to make it, even with family and friends, hell, for Francis it was his size that got him by.&nbsp; He could carry more than most everybody, could take more hits than most and could dish out a lot too, all thanks to him just being big.&nbsp; The galaxy was pretty lucky he was too slow to really get angry most of the time, but heaven help you if you managed to hit the right buttons to trigger him off.<br><br>He remembered their weight and rushed back to his room to grab the ration bars, they weren't the tastiest, but they would suffice.&nbsp; Plus, he didn't think the Cap would want to feed them just yet.&nbsp; He walked back to their door and held them out to Dende.&nbsp; "Here missy, you two look like you need em.&nbsp; Don't say no, I don't need em at all really," he slapped a hand on his belly and let it jiggle a little.&nbsp; One thing about being naturally big is that it also came with its own pillow, or cushion, or whatever one might call it. "Got plenty here still.&nbsp; Well, I let y'all get settled, I still got stuff to do... Oh, I would avoid the lounge for a bit, too." <br><br>He overheard what the kid had said and even what the Cap had muttered as he walked off, personally he didn't care what they were doing, he just wanted to avoid the killer.&nbsp; People like that made Francis nervous, he didn't know what they might do, they were crazy, man, and crazy people can't be trusted.&nbsp; He amiably shuffled back to his room and started looking over his weapons, knowing he should stow a few in the armoury, but most of them he would hide here, just in case.&nbsp; It was his habit anyway.&nbsp; He looked at the maintenance hatch that led to the circuits in the wall and carefully pulled it free, ah, perfect spot.&nbsp; He pulled out his folder gun rack and set it up inside, the mechanic might get angry if she ever had to check it, but for now it would make a great spot to hide some of the more handy weapons.&nbsp; He would put the bigger ones up in the armoury.&nbsp; Looking around, he realized, he actually carried more guns than he had clothes,&nbsp; about 16 weapons and 3 sets of clothes...&nbsp; Hmmm.&nbsp; Funny that, he thought, then went back about his business deciding which weapons he should carry on board the ghost ship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 22:22:29</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2974776#msg2974776">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 26-04-2010, 18:55:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Powerful thrusts pressed Salonika against the tables top.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her hips would hit the edge.&nbsp; &nbsp;The sound of his groin smacking her ass fills the room and audio feed.&nbsp; As the head of his cock slams so deeply to punish up against her cervix with each thrust.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Primal is the word to best describe.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yes don't stop,&nbsp; fuck me hard.&nbsp; Show your worth, make me your bitch."</em><br><br>Salonika continue to cry out encouragement.&nbsp; To further press him.&nbsp; &nbsp;While now that she has already gotten the rhythm down and moved in sync with Azrael.&nbsp; &nbsp;She now would subtly speed up, guiding him to a faster pounding of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>There is more now,&nbsp; other then what she first desired.&nbsp; &nbsp;For she found herself also real attracted to the bad boy.&nbsp; &nbsp; Who is complete opposite of her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of pushing her away.&nbsp; It drew her in, it heighten her arousal.&nbsp; &nbsp; It already has triggered smaller orgasms that seem to be coming one after another.&nbsp; Leading towards the a big one. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael could feel himself getting close before long, groaning after a little. Salonika was far tighter than he had expected, and it seemed that she exercised constantly. Despite the current abuse it was seeing, her little snatch remained as tight as when he had first entered her. One of his hands moved to her shoulder and grasped it firmly as he pulled her entire body back into him.<br><br>When she spoke and encouraged him to lay into her, Azrael stopped for a brief second. He hadn't expected things like that to come out of her mouth, however all he did was chuckle lightly and nudged her legs apart slightly more before he pumped wildly inside of the beautiful doctor. By now Azrael was using his self control to keep himself from climaxing, refusing to finish before sending the woman over the edge. Azrael got a stroke of brilliance then, and after giving her some particularly vicious thrusts. His hands moved down to her round backside, prying them apart slowly Azrael leaned over and whispered <strong>"I'm sure you can tell I'm getting close..."</strong> He decided to experiment then and carefully let his thumb rub firmly over her puckered rosebud as he plowed her core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>26-04-2010, 23:04:59</strong>
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				<strong><del>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:45 </del></strong><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>"I-i was just l-looking over the ship and ---.... I-i... I didn't mean to watch, i was just about to change the channel! But then you came in and i..."<br><br>“Ease your mind, Sarah, you'll be in charge of the ship security, since you have found the seat already.”<br><br>The ship shuddered briefly as the warp engines got activated, and the ship passed over into the twilight realms, Sumra. Slowly, silently, the Castille glided through seemingly empty space, in almost total darkness. The ship cut through what appeared to be a dark and misty haze, an almost colorless copy of real space. Sumra is what separates the visible world from the invisible world, where ghosts and spirits dwell, according to myth.<br><br>"ETA to next jump buoy, Three hours fifteen minutes." Shaan turned away from Sarah and looked at the numbers that had appeared on the navigation screen, and it confirmed what Odessa just had said, then he tilted his head slightly, gazing at her with thoughtful eyes, “Great work, Odessa. That's amazing programming, you cut my record in half.” <br><br>“And also, we have two fucking runaways down on crew-deck,” Shaan added, addressing both ladies. “Anchor security missed them, and we don't have time to drop them off, any advice?”<br><br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><br><em><br>Odessa : All distractions disappears in sumra, now it's easier to use psionic powers, +2.</em></strong></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 00:17:49</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge -&nbsp; Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2975513#msg2975513">Quote from: Darkcide on 26-04-2010, 22:22:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br>Azrael could feel himself getting close before long, groaning after a little. Salonika was far tighter than he had expected, and it seemed that she exercised constantly. Despite the current abuse it was seeing, her little snatch remained as tight as when he had first entered her. One of his hands moved to her shoulder and grasped it firmly as he pulled her entire body back into him.<br><br>When she spoke and encouraged him to lay into her, Azrael stopped for a brief second. He hadn't expected things like that to come out of her mouth, however all he did was chuckle lightly and nudged her legs apart slightly more before he pumped wildly inside of the beautiful doctor. By now Azrael was using his self control to keep himself from climaxing, refusing to finish before sending the woman over the edge. Azrael got a stroke of brilliance then, and after giving her some particularly vicious thrusts. His hands moved down to her round backside, prying them apart slowly Azrael leaned over and whispered <strong>"I'm sure you can tell I'm getting close..."</strong> He decided to experiment then and carefully let his thumb rub firmly over her puckered rosebud as he plowed her core.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Salonika raised up her upper torso when her legs are pushed farther apart.&nbsp; She gripped the edge of the table.&nbsp; Forearms facing the table.&nbsp; So that when Azrael slammed into her she vaunt forward.&nbsp; Her bosom jiggling wantoning in in wild display.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her vaginal walls continue to ripple in that butterfly sensation around his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp; His hands gripping her shoulder.&nbsp; Pulling her harder back onto him.&nbsp; The surge of energy building to the point of rapture.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Feeling her ass cheeks parted,&nbsp; then the pressure of his thumb upon her pucker rim hole.&nbsp; &nbsp;At that moment,&nbsp; Azrael would feel her vaginal walls seem to squeeze in constricting.&nbsp; As he feels her hot juices bath his cock.&nbsp; As she is pushed over the edge, in major orgasm.<br><br><em><strong>"Yes! Don't stop!"</strong></em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She cry out in the moment.&nbsp; As she once again collapses an is pressed against the table.&nbsp; As she feels her legs become jello.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 00:46:48</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2975921#msg2975921">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 27-04-2010, 00:17:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge -&nbsp; Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Salonika raised up her upper torso when her legs are pushed farther apart.&nbsp; She gripped the edge of the table.&nbsp; Forearms facing the table.&nbsp; So that when Azrael slammed into her she vaunt forward.&nbsp; Her bosom jiggling wantoning in in wild display.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her vaginal walls continue to ripple in that butterfly sensation around his cock.&nbsp; &nbsp; His hands gripping her shoulder.&nbsp; Pulling her harder back onto him.&nbsp; The surge of energy building to the point of rapture.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Feeling her ass cheeks parted,&nbsp; then the pressure of his thumb upon her pucker rim hole.&nbsp; &nbsp;At that moment,&nbsp; Azrael would feel her vaginal walls seem to squeeze in constricting.&nbsp; As he feels her hot juices bath his cock.&nbsp; As she is pushed over the edge, in major orgasm.<br><br><em><strong>"Yes! Don't stop!"</strong></em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She cry out in the moment.&nbsp; As she once again collapses an is pressed against the table.&nbsp; As she feels her legs become jello.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>Azrael's thumb rubbed furiously over Salonika's tiny rim, as his thick cock was buried to the base inside of her. Once he felt her walls squeeze desperately, Azrael's head leaned back and he groaned loudly. His length erupted inside of her body as he squeezed her hips tightly in reaction. Releasing his thick juices in spurts as he pumped into her repeatedly to milk himself inside of her body. <br><br>After Azrael felt he released his whole load, his pumps slowly stopped until he would grind against her backside some. Closing his eyes for a moment, Azrael took a deep breath. <strong>"Well...that was certainly interesting."</strong> With that, he pulled out of her slowly and his member slipped out of her body as he took a look at Salonika's form and admired it as well as the job he'd just done on her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 01:45:03</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2976000#msg2976000">Quote from: Darkcide on 27-04-2010, 00:46:48</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br>Azrael's thumb rubbed furiously over Salonika's tiny rim, as his thick cock was buried to the base inside of her. Once he felt her walls squeeze desperately, Azrael's head leaned back and he groaned loudly. His length erupted inside of her body as he squeezed her hips tightly in reaction. Releasing his thick juices in spurts as he pumped into her repeatedly to milk himself inside of her body. <br><br>After Azrael felt he released his whole load, his pumps slowly stopped until he would grind against her backside some. Closing his eyes for a moment, Azrael took a deep breath. <strong>"Well...that was certainly interesting."</strong> With that, he pulled out of her slowly and his member slipped out of her body as he took a look at Salonika's form and admired it as well as the job he'd just done on her. <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Azrael would begin pumping his seed into her.&nbsp; As thick ropes of his semen jet into her heated depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Immediately she would know his health.&nbsp; &nbsp; More then that she is connected to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; Knowing where he was at all times now.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she reveled in the bliss of the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would pull out of her.&nbsp; Wayward cum oozing down her inner thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika savoring the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Laying there still sprawled bent over the table on display.&nbsp; &nbsp;Collecting herself, as her legs tremble uncontrollably.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally after a few minutes she rise up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unless Azrael wish to try out her other hole.&nbsp; &nbsp; Turning towards him, she would offer up a smile.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"I am Salonika, the ship's doctor."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She offers up to you.&nbsp; As she reveals who she is and what she does on the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you have learned she has&nbsp; pretty good bedside manners.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 02:39:02</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2976187#msg2976187">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 27-04-2010, 01:45:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Azrael would begin pumping his seed into her.&nbsp; As thick ropes of his semen jet into her heated depths.&nbsp; &nbsp;Immediately she would know his health.&nbsp; &nbsp; More then that she is connected to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; Knowing where he was at all times now.&nbsp; &nbsp;While she reveled in the bliss of the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would pull out of her.&nbsp; Wayward cum oozing down her inner thighs.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika savoring the moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Laying there still sprawled bent over the table on display.&nbsp; &nbsp;Collecting herself, as her legs tremble uncontrollably.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally after a few minutes she rise up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unless Azrael wish to try out her other hole.&nbsp; &nbsp; Turning towards him, she would offer up a smile.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"I am Salonika, the ship's doctor."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She offers up to you.&nbsp; As she reveals who she is and what she does on the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you have learned she has&nbsp; pretty good bedside manners.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Pulling up his pants and underwear, Azrael cracked his neck slowly. His breaths came more evenly after a moment as he perked up an eyebrow. The woman was still hunched over the table and her legs were positively trembling. Chuckling lightly to himself he said <strong>"Doctor huh? Interesting."</strong> Slowly running a hand over his stomach as he glanced in the direction of the camera with a small little smirk worn on his face.<br><br>Turning his attention back to Salonika, he said <strong>"Well Doc, I'd say keep that ass of yours on standby in the near future, I might have to pay you another visit sometime."</strong> Tossing his arms out as they cracked gently and he said <strong>"What are you exactly? I mean I have an idea, but I want to be sure."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 03:05:40</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The doctor is unabashed in being nude.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, she moves over to the discarded lab coat on the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Listening to the response given by Azrael,&nbsp; as he questions what else she is.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bending over she scoop up the lab coat in hand.&nbsp; Rising back up she would begin to answer him.<br><br><em>"I'm ......................................................................."</em>&nbsp; About to answer,&nbsp; her face suddenly flashes a surprised expression.&nbsp; As she suddenly pauses in her answering the question.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I'm pregnant!"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She would suddenly blurt out. <br><br>As she knew the instant the sperm had penetrated her egg to initiate the process.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still she stood in stun disbelief at this sudden revelation.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Of course how coud she know she was pregnant so quick.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looks to you in surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 03:30:24</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2976395#msg2976395">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 27-04-2010, 03:05:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The doctor is unabashed in being nude.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, she moves over to the discarded lab coat on the floor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Listening to the response given by Azrael,&nbsp; as he questions what else she is.&nbsp; &nbsp;Bending over she scoop up the lab coat in hand.&nbsp; Rising back up she would begin to answer him.<br><br><em>"I'm ......................................................................."</em>&nbsp; About to answer,&nbsp; her face suddenly flashes a surprised expression.&nbsp; As she suddenly pauses in her answering the question.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I'm pregnant!"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;She would suddenly blurt out. <br><br>As she knew the instant the sperm had penetrated her egg to initiate the process.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still she stood in stun disbelief at this sudden revelation.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Of course how coud she know she was pregnant so quick.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she looks to you in surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Narrowing his eyes when Salonika spoke, Azrael merely said <strong>"You aren't, and if you are? I would advise you not carry to term."</strong> His voice had lowered some as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. A baby? That was something he wasn't going to begin to try to get involved with. He mentally kicked himself for not using protection, either way though? Azrael was not about to become a father, and his eyes dug into the woman deeply as he tried to see whether she was joking or not.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 05:11:26</strong>
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				"My jump does come out near a starbase. But it would add the time I just saved us back to the clock." she said, frowning. "Assuming that they're quick in responding to our request to dock, security checking the ship out as per regulations, the cargo manifest being double and possibly triple checked? There's a place we can dump the stow aways. However, assuming we are going to need all the time I can give us, we'll want to wait until the return trip. See if you can make them useful, cleaning up, moving things, repairing. Find out what they're good at and put them to work. Best solution I can give you cap'n. Unless you want me to send word to the them."<br><br>She visibly relaxed as she turned, her chair shifting to face the captain and engineer. She tilted her head, her mind reaching out. Her thoughts stretched out counting the number of people present on the ship by presence of will. She tapped her fingers ever so gently, mentally ticking off the numbers excluding herself.<br><br>"Captain... Can we speak in private before the next jump? There are some issues I'd like to go over with you." she said, watching him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 05:36:04</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2976471#msg2976471">Quote from: Darkcide on 27-04-2010, 03:30:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><br>Narrowing his eyes when Salonika spoke, Azrael merely said <strong>"You aren't, and if you are? I would advise you not carry to term."</strong> His voice had lowered some as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest. A baby? That was something he wasn't going to begin to try to get involved with. He mentally kicked himself for not using protection, either way though? Azrael was not about to become a father, and his eyes dug into the woman deeply as he tried to see whether she was joking or not.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>"Ow, it hurts let go!"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would exclaim as she is grabbed rather harshly.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she his held firmly standing in the nude.&nbsp; Clutching her lab coat in her right hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;A no joking expression is on her.face.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she does wince in pain from the grip.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her eyes through have turned that black again as she looks at you.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I am not joking, I am Tantra witch.&nbsp; I know, I did not expect.&nbsp; It has happened,&nbsp; I will carry it. It is life,&nbsp; and you no need to worry yourself.&nbsp; Your no longer needed..........Oh an your healthy.&nbsp; Your seed has imparted this to me.&nbsp; &nbsp;No let me go."</em><br><br>Something else for the first time.&nbsp; She does show a bit of fear.&nbsp; You can sense it.&nbsp; Is because she is also shaken by the fact she has just conceived.&nbsp; &nbsp;Your sudden violent reaction to it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet she seems full of energy.&nbsp; Of course she would, she is a fucking Tantra witch.&nbsp; An you just got done fueling her power.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she remains fierce in opposition to your decree.&nbsp; <br><br>Salonika then would try to wrench herself free of Azrael's grip. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 12:50:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2975665#msg2975665">Quote from: Marvin on 26-04-2010, 23:04:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong><del>The Castille - Day 1 : 21:45 </del></strong><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br>“And also, we have two fucking runaways down on crew-deck,” Shaan added, addressing both ladies. “Anchor security missed them, and we don't have time to drop them off, any advice?”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Put them to work, I guess." Sarah said, her eyes still fixed on the screen. Seemed to be some kind of argument down there, and she didn't want to look away, in fear of that the doctor might get hurt. This...Azrael was it? He killed people for money, and she was fairly sure he'd try to kill her, if given the chance. "Killing them would be the most effective options, unless they got some kind of special use. But that seems slightly rash for this situation. Worse come to worse, we can use them as emergency provision... You never know, what will happen." She shrugged. "Oh and i think that, Azrael guy is planning to kill the doctor... Or perhaps their role playing? Can't claim i know them well enough to say." She said in her usual manner of mentioning whatever came to mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 13:50:52</strong>
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				<strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>Shaan looked at Odessa and Sarah as they spoke, and agreed, “Good points, I'll put them to use, and we'll drop them off on the way back.” Some of Sarah's words made him grimace a little, “And we'd luckily run out of air before the food is gone,” he then added, a bit disgusted by the mentioning of cannibalism. <br><br>"Captain... Can we speak in private before the next jump? There are some issues I'd like to go over with you." Odessa said, watching him. <br><br>“Yeah, just head into my room when you need to speak, I'll just...” Sarah's alarming words cut him off.. "Oh and i think that, Azrael guy is planning to kill the doctor... Or perhaps their role playing? Can't claim i know them well enough to say." Shaan lashed his eyes at the screen. “Fucking hell,” he thumbed the transmitter and spoke loud and harshly into the inter-com, <strong>“Stand the fuck down from the doctor, Azrael.” </strong>then he dialled the number to Francis room, hoping that he would hear. “Francis, head for the Lounge, Salonika seems to have trouble with Azrael, back her up if needed.” Then he turned to Sarah, "here, take my key, grab a weapon from the locker and assist Francis if Azrael is causing trouble.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 18:04:02</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2976881#msg2976881">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 27-04-2010, 05:36:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><em>"Ow, it hurts let go!"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would exclaim as she is grabbed rather harshly.&nbsp; &nbsp; As she his held firmly standing in the nude.&nbsp; Clutching her lab coat in her right hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;A no joking expression is on her.face.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she does wince in pain from the grip.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her eyes through have turned that black again as she looks at you.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"I am not joking, I am Tantra witch.&nbsp; I know, I did not expect.&nbsp; It has happened,&nbsp; I will carry it. It is life,&nbsp; and you no need to worry yourself.&nbsp; Your no longer needed..........Oh an your healthy.&nbsp; Your seed has imparted this to me.&nbsp; &nbsp;No let me go."</em><br><br>Something else for the first time.&nbsp; She does show a bit of fear.&nbsp; You can sense it.&nbsp; Is because she is also shaken by the fact she has just conceived.&nbsp; &nbsp;Your sudden violent reaction to it.&nbsp; &nbsp; Yet she seems full of energy.&nbsp; Of course she would, she is a fucking Tantra witch.&nbsp; An you just got done fueling her power.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet she remains fierce in opposition to your decree.&nbsp; <br><br>Salonika then would try to wrench herself free of Azrael's grip.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"A witch huh? I thought as much."</strong> Azrael responded as he narrowed his eyes some, <strong>"Your scent isn't exactly normal. You did this on purpose, and you're not carrying it to term. Allow me to state this as clearly as I can, you? Having. My. Child. Is. A. Liability."</strong> He sniffs the air gently and realizes that Salonika is finally showing fear, <strong>"Well, seems you're able to feel that glorious emotion after all...know what I am getting off of you?"</strong> He smiled amusedly as she tried to shake herself loose, and said <strong>"Fear...Big, Fat, Stinky Fear..and lover? You reak of it."</strong><br><br>Listening to the intercom, Azrael smiled gently and spoke upwards <strong>"You enjoy the show up there? We both know that if I wanted her dead? She'd be in a pool of her own blood right now, we're having a minor disagreement. Kindly tell the doctor of the dangers of a mission of this sort, and how much of a liability it is to have children."</strong> Looking back at Salonika, his voice was a soft growl now <strong>"Knowing the good captain, they'll be sending someone."</strong> He made his way over towards the table, easily pulling his knife out and slowly teasing her with the tip. <strong>"You know..if you weren't such a breeder? This smell you're giving off? It'd make me want to fuck you again."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 18:22:14</strong>
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				Francis heard the intercom and quickly dropped the weapon he had been stripping, throwing on a combat vest and snatching up a sawed off shottie.&nbsp; He quickly hurried to the lounge and moved into position to place Killer in his field of fire, but the doc was in the way, right next to him.&nbsp; Time to lay down the law.&nbsp; &nbsp;His voice steadied and his body language shifted as he realized her danger.<br><br>"Let her go Killer.&nbsp; You might kill her, you might catch me with that little pig sticker.&nbsp; But you won't make it any further.&nbsp; I can live for at least 5.8 seconds after a brain penetrating shot, that is plenty of time to pull this trigger.&nbsp; She is dead in my mind right now, you have already killed her by the time the knife leaves your hand, seeing as you probably will after anyway.&nbsp; So let that compute in that cold machine you call a brain while I keep lining up a real nice amount of shot to be rid of your ugly mug.&nbsp; I do not repeat myself to intelligent beings, Killer.&nbsp; Let's hope Bessie here don't have to speak for me." without removing his gaze he directed his next statement to the good doctor.<br><br>"Just move behind me doc, I got his number."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 19:39:11</strong>
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				Azrael chuckled and spoke to Francis without moving, <strong>"Well, if she is already dead I suppose you're the next to follow. Thank you for letting me know about the period of time you survive after your brain is destroyed...I suppose cutting your head off will work perfectly. The doctor stays where she is, and we have a conversation. I am fully willing to die, are you?"</strong><br><br>He displayed no fear, speaking casually and wore a grin on his face. Glancing back at Francis he said <strong>"Don't fool yourself into thinking you've got the drop on me...your heart? It is not all that steady."</strong> Moving in a blur behind Salonika, as he held her wrist and twisted her around so that he was in back of her and facing Francis. Now able to fully look at him. The blade was held over her throat and he whispered <strong>"You really picked a bad weapon for a faceoff like this. A shotgun?"</strong><br><br>Placing a gentle kiss on the side of Salonika's neck, he simply commanded <strong>"Baby, tell the brain donor here to kindly leave the room. Or I will not be held responsible for his death. Tell me what you're currently reading off of me."</strong> This turn of events had excited Azrael. Life or death situations? Always fun, he was someone willing to engage in mutual destruction for the hell of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 19:48:14</strong>
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				Rising Odessa left the bridge, sensing what was going on in the lounge. She moved quickly and stepped in glaring at Francis and Azrael. Reaching behind herself she locked her hands at her waist, frowning as she watched them.<br><br>"Both of you settle down. You, let the doctor go, and YOU give me that gun." she said. "The captain named me second-in-command, so either back down now or else I'm going to lock you both in the mother fucking air lock and blow the hatch. Then we'll see how long it takes BOTH of you to die."<br><br>She was completely serious about the threat. Nobody would fuck around if locked in an airlock unless they really DID want to die. And there was only two ways out of that room. The cold vacuum of space, or the interior of the ship, which she would have guards at. But to back her words up she let her mind do most of the work, trying to make them WANT to back down.<br><br>(I'm not sure if I'm supposed to roll this or if I leave that up to Marvin. &gt;.&gt;)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 20:03:25</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2978286#msg2978286">Quote from: Darkcide on 27-04-2010, 18:04:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Azrael</span><br><br><strong>"A witch huh? I thought as much."</strong> Azrael responded as he narrowed his eyes some, <strong>"Your scent isn't exactly normal. You did this on purpose, and you're not carrying it to term. Allow me to state this as clearly as I can, you? Having. My. Child. Is. A. Liability."</strong> He sniffs the air gently and realizes that Salonika is finally showing fear, <strong>"Well, seems you're able to feel that glorious emotion after all...know what I am getting off of you?"</strong> He smiled amusedly as she tried to shake herself loose, and said <strong>"Fear...Big, Fat, Stinky Fear..and lover? You reak of it."</strong><br><br>Listening to the intercom, Azrael smiled gently and spoke upwards <strong>"You enjoy the show up there? We both know that if I wanted her dead? She'd be in a pool of her own blood right now, we're having a minor disagreement. Kindly tell the doctor of the dangers of a mission of this sort, and how much of a liability it is to have children."</strong> Looking back at Salonika, his voice was a soft growl now <strong>"Knowing the good captain, they'll be sending someone."</strong> He made his way over towards the table, easily pulling his knife out and slowly teasing her with the tip. <strong>"You know..if you weren't such a breeder? This smell you're giving off? It'd make me want to fuck you again."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yes fear is felt, but anger is so very evident.&nbsp; &nbsp; Wrenching herself free,&nbsp; a step backwards.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving far faster then the assassin could ever have realized.&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"You have no idea what awaits us out on this trip.&nbsp; I&nbsp; suspect,&nbsp; an it does not bode well for any of us.&nbsp; Just ask the captain, who is the only one to survive before.&nbsp; &nbsp; An the last time it is not your choice."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Salonika realized in that moment that he was a fool.&nbsp; &nbsp; A nut job,&nbsp; that thought himself so glorious bastard.&nbsp; &nbsp; She had already sensed Francis before he had even spoken.&nbsp; Now moving out of the way.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had a shot to take.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 20:45:16</strong>
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				Never hesitate.&nbsp; Francis never did.&nbsp; He pulled the trigger with a smile, knowing full well that the stunner round inside would merely incapacitate a target instead of killing it.&nbsp; He was going to give him the full ride as he watched the wire and barbs spool out of the barrel, he felt a trickling in his mind but didn't know what it was, thankful that primal combat instinct held sway when fear gripped him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Did ya think I was dumb enough to use live rounds in our own ship?" he directed behind him to Odessa.<br><br>(I never stated it hits, so I guess Marvin will take it from there, and we should probably use the OOC board to talk about this event anyway.&nbsp; FYI&nbsp; :P&nbsp; If Marvin say we back down, then I will modify the post to support it. )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 20:48:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65488.msg2977714#msg2977714">Quote from: Marvin on 27-04-2010, 13:50:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>]Then he turned to Sarah, "here, take my key, grab a weapon from the locker and assist Francis if Azrael is causing trouble.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Understood." Sarah replied quickly making her way to the locker, where she decided to go with a pistol. Small, quick and reliable... She didn't waste much time, once she had her gun, she made her way to the lounge. She pulled out the clip in mid sprint, and touched it, focusing her mind, she changed the mass of the bullets, making it so that they'd do heavier damage on impact. It left her slightly drained to do this while moving, but she didn't want to take any risks with, Azrael. Noticeing, Odessa and Francis already there, Sarah stepped up behind them and aimed her gun at, Azrael. "The captain named me second-in-command, so either back down now or else I'm going to lock you both in the mother fucking air lock and blow the hatch. Then we'll see how long it takes BOTH of you to die." Odessa shouted as, Sarah lowered her gun, seeing as if that's what the situation had changed to. "His taken a hostage, armed with a knife. Francis carries a shotgun, bound to do heavy damage. Probability of survival, high." She thought to herself, trying to get a grip of the situation. Tough when she calculated the survival rate, she was only counting herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 23:45:48</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Lounge conflict</strong></span><br><br><em>Initiative has placed the actions in this order.</em><br><br><strong>1</strong> : Azrael grabbed Salonika without contest, so Salonika may break free without roll. [You might upset people if you handle their characters like that] <br><strong>2</strong> :<em>"Both of you settle down. You, let the doctor go, and YOU give me that gun."</em> Odessa commanded. Commanding Azrael first to release the doctor, in the same moment, Salonika escapes his grasp. No roll needed. <br><strong>3</strong> : Francis fires the stunner : Francis, <em>Roll a ten sided die, target number 8. success means that Azrael is hit and falls unconcious. Below that, and the stunbolt hits the wall.</em><br><strong>4</strong> : Commanding Francis to hand over the gun : Odessa, <em>Roll a ten sided die, target number 4. success means that Francis hands over the gun. Below that, and Francis can keep the gun</em>&nbsp; (Not needed, Francis handed it over.)<br><hr><br>Shaan followed in Sarahs and Odessas footsteps, and immediately realized the seriousness of the conflict at hand, “What the hell, Azrael, didn't take you long to get in trouble,” He glanced at Odessa, and informed her, “And Francis stands here on my orders.”<br><br><br><br><br><br>[Post your results, and if Francis miss, then combat order is set as follows, and post in that order... Odessa, Azrael, Salonika, Sarah, Francis, Shaan. If you wish me to roll for the results, just pass me a pm]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 00:34:58</strong>
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				At 2010-04-27 16:51:25, Marvin (uid: 13111) rolls: 1d10 tn1: 8 Result: 1 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=15010)<br><br>Francis grinned as the bolts embedded in the Killers exposed cheek.&nbsp; He held the trigger down for the full 8 seconds as thousands of volts flicked up and down the wires.&nbsp; After his muscles relaxed he unkowingly passed Bessie to Odessa, not really sure why he was listening to her because Shaan was the one signing the check.&nbsp; And especially because now he had to draw his blade, and what a massive piece of metal that was, fully a foot in length it appeared to be a piece of jagged sheet metal that only resembled a blade... in truth it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 00:50:42</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Lounge</strong></span><br><br>Shaan watched Azrael go down, and heard the distinctive sound of a sword leaving its sheat, and lashed his gaze at Francis, “Put that away, Francis, and cuff him up inside the cargo airlock, we'll decide his fate later.” then he looked at Salonika, not sure what happened to cause this mess, and he held his tongue, as he really wanted to curse his lungs out, but still worried about what just had happened. “What happened, Doc, are you ok?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 01:04:02</strong>
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				Francis grinned evilly as he slid the blade back in its sheathe.&nbsp; He grabbed a couple of straps to bind the blighter and slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.&nbsp; He almost whistled with glee at the idea of having taken him out.&nbsp; The short walk to the airlock passed quickly with his long strides and he tossed the not-at-all gentle giant inside before hitting the door cycle button.&nbsp; It would trap him inside and only the override on this side would open it.&nbsp; He waited there, guarding the door just in case, unable to keep the smile off of his face as he fingered his sheathe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 01:34:44</strong>
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				Loosening his grip, Azrael closed his eyes for what would come next. A part of him hoped the man would have the stones to use live ammunition. Yet to his disappointment stun bolts hit him in the face.<br><br>Azrael hit the ground, and simply muttered on the way down <strong>"Should have used live rounds..."</strong> Everything was for the most part going according to plan, all that remained now was whenever he'd wake up. Though the actions he set in motion, he had envisioned to happen. They think him psychotic, he was better off for it. As he hit the ground, he simply wore a smile on his face. <br><br><br>(Hmm, I did not know we could roll stuff on here. That is nifty.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 01:47:45</strong>
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				Odessa took the gun and emptied it, ejecting the ammo manually, before she put the gun down in the corner. She watched Azrael being taken away before she sighed and shook her head. Pocketing the stun ammo she walked away, heading back up to the bridge without another word. She sat at her console and began to type. She brought something up, her eyes scanning the eyes before she began rubbing her face. She shook her head as she yawned lightly. This was tiring indeed. But she was bored out of her mind. True it was something strange but she had to stretch her mind every now and then, more often than others because of her psionic powers. She rubbed her eyes lightly before she began reaching out again, trying to wrap her mind around the ship, but most of all to try and dig as deep into the captain's mind as she could. She needed information and he was the only one that knew what she needed. Dangerous or not she had to at least try.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 04:40:13</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Lounge - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Time seem to skip forward, as the action moved fast.&nbsp; &nbsp; Ending with Azrael being stunned and knocked out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika took a deep breath looked over to Shaan.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"A disagreement"</em>&nbsp; She would reply with, not offering up anything more.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she at the same time moved to exit the lounge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching the exit of the lounge she look back to Shaan.<br><br><em>"I have only checked two him and Francis so far.&nbsp; The rest need to see me still for their physicals.&nbsp; As well as yourself.&nbsp; Also a couple need to be put on cleanup detail to clean up the blood, from your past trip.&nbsp; Its a hazard to everyone's health."</em><br><br>She has not bothered to put on her lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Un-phased with seeming no inhibitions of going around naked.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would turn and head out to head back to the medical lab of the ship.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 16:30:22</strong>
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				<strong><del>The Castille - Day 1 : 22:00&nbsp; / 03:00 Hrs to second jump </del></strong><br><br><strong>Lounge</strong><br><br>“I'm in the system already, I'll pass you the file later,” Shan replied to Salonika, looking after her with a slightly puzzled look on his face. “Sarah, go and take a look at the fare dodgers, see if they can be used anywhere, then send them to Doc.”&nbsp; Shaan grimaced slightly at the situation, and shook his head, he couldn't really believe that the crew already held grudges, what the fuck had happened? He stepped up the stairs right behind Odessa and opened up the hatch into his quarters, threw a short gaze at the pilot as she sat down in her chair, “I'll just grab a shower, then we can discuss that matter.”<br><br><br><strong>Bridge</strong><br><br>Francis, Salonika, Sarah, Azrael, Dende and Danny. Odessa locates them all. Then she locates Shaan, he is very close, as he just headed into his quarters. His surface thoughts were concerned over what just happened between Azrael and Salonika, was it all unprovoked? Should he just flush the asassin into space, getting rid of the problem? <br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><br>[Odessa, roll a 10 sided die against target 4 to enter his mind and establish the connection. Then you can start work his head a bit deeper. Info on the post below is free info for Odessa]</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 20:02:20</strong>
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				<strong>The Captains quarters</strong><br><br>Shaan started to undress as soon as he had closed the hatch behind him and hung his clothes on a chair and removed the derringer contraption from his forearm. The shower room was approximately 6 feet square, with two shower heads in the ceiling. As Shaan turned on the water, his mind began to dwindle down the well of memories, on the fucking Collegia and the bomb that they had rigged aboard his ship to keep him in line. Shaan hated the Collegia and now he might have gone too far by locking their guy into the airlock. Once the water temperature was the way he liked it, he stepped in and let the water cascade over his head and back, looking straight into the wall, thinking about the situation he was in. As soon as they had reached that old Terran ship, he would board it again, but could he trust the crew? Odessa seemed ok, Sarah and Francis as well, he liked Francis, he seemed to be a good man and he followed orders without hassle. But he wasn't sure about Salonika, what made Azrael turn on her, especially after they had been fucking just moments ago, sure, he was a psychopath, but he wouldn't compromise a mission, or had Azrael changed since last time they worked together? Something about the new Doc was a bit weird, his instincts alarmed him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.<br><br>As Shaan began to soap up his body, he glanced at the mirror that covered the opposite wall, and noticed that he still had some fresh scarrings on his back, claw-marks from a mad terran soldier from that ship, the cursed HMS Vanguard. Shaan wondered how many crew that ship might have left, maybe a few hundred deranged madmen, if Shaan was lucky.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 21:09:59</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical Bay</span></strong></sup><br><br>Reaching the medical bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would head straight to the shower within the bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;Where she would get into a shower stall and begin taking a shower.&nbsp; It is now during this shower that the ramifications of what has been initiated within her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now is fully pandered into her thought process.&nbsp; &nbsp;It indeed worried her.&nbsp; &nbsp; It is a quick shower,&nbsp; as she gets out.&nbsp; Drying herself off and slipping back on her lab coat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Sitting down at her desk,&nbsp; her thoughts turn to the fact that they had taken off with a couple of stowaways.&nbsp; &nbsp; Salonika would shake her head.&nbsp; &nbsp;Stowaways,&nbsp; the ship&nbsp; basically left how it had come in from the last mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not a very good start.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Tossing a glance over to the door to the med bay,&nbsp; expecting company at any moment,&nbsp; her gaze lingers on the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 23:22:15</strong>
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				Azrael came to rather quickly, taking in his surroundings for a second before smirking. This would be fun, fun indeed. Cracking his neck some, the assassin sat upwards and stretched his arms out. Perking up an eyebrow, he could hear a heartbeat through the door. He recognized it, as well as the scent. Getting to his feet, Azrael slowly walked to the door, and rolled his eyes when he saw it couldn't be opened on this side. That was to be expected though.<br><br>After a short moment the killer casually spoke through it to the guard outside. <strong>"So you must feel like a hero now, huh you cretin? Rushing in and saving the soiled princess from the big bad? You know you should have used actual bullets though right? I mean, you left me alive...you have to know what will happen to you."</strong> A teasing little tone in his voice as he said <strong>"Seriously though, when they were handing out brains on your backwoods planet? Were you sleeping in or something?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 23:41:10</strong>
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				Francis laughed at the killer's attempt to goad him into opening the door for a quick brawl, even using his relation with his shipmates to add insult to injury.&nbsp; "Ain't paid to think.&nbsp; Paid to do as I'm told."&nbsp; he never lost his stupid farmer grin as he reached out and hit the intercom. "Capn.&nbsp; He's awake.&nbsp; Should I flush the toilet now?&nbsp; Seems like a floater in the pool water."&nbsp; He didn't realize he had hit the shipboard intercom instead of the one room intercom, but it really didn't matter to him either way as his voice broadcasted across the ship.<br><br>He knew he would have to watch his back, but fear was no new thing to Francis.&nbsp; He had lived with it for years, learned from it, used it to fuel himself to greater acts of courage and on some occasions, heroism.&nbsp; He was a pirate, a cutthroat and a rogue and made no compunctions about it, but he considered himself a cut above the cold blooded murderous bastards that populated his business.&nbsp; He knew such a thing as loyalty and honor, he would stick by the man, or woman, who signed him, where they would switch at the higher bid on a whim.<br><br>"Like I said Killer, I got your number.&nbsp; You might catch me someday, sometime.&nbsp; I might be walkin along mindin' my own business, but I know one thing for a fact.&nbsp; You won't face me when you get ready.&nbsp; You'll get me from behind.&nbsp; You see, that's the ticket right there.&nbsp; You say I'm afraid, and yeah I am.&nbsp; But that don't stop me.&nbsp; And when I do something, I come at ya head on.&nbsp; And that is what scares you.&nbsp; The fact I ain't skeered of ya at night.&nbsp; I sleep cosy wherever I roam.&nbsp; Cuz I know, but hey, if ya manage to grow a pair and face me down.&nbsp; I might give ya a budgie with how shit scared I'll be.&nbsp; My little heart will pitter pat till the veins start bulgin.&nbsp; But Hell, what am I worried about.&nbsp; Chicken Shit." and he turned his back to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 23:53:03</strong>
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				Mimicking the farm boy's voice, he spoke and said <strong>"Duh honor, and I'm a good ol' loyal boy and blah blah blah."</strong> Returning to his own voice, he rolled his eyes and remarked <strong>"God, your stupidity hurts. You're big and strong. Good for you. You're also an idiot and a cretin. No..I won't stab you in the back. I will kill you when you're looking. I want to see your eyes go white, as I open up your small intestine and strangle you with it. Or I could make a hammock out of them. It won't be quick either. Though I'm sure with your primitive brain...you'll only feel a quarter of the hell I'll put you through. I've killed things bigger and badder than you with my bare hands, you really think a mentally challenged Neanderthal like yourself could provide me sport? You're prey, nothing more."</strong><br><br>Pacing slowly around the airlock, Azrael chuckled and whispered loudly in a voice that was an impersonation of Salonika's tone <strong>"Oh...you big slow, brain donor of a cretin...what ever would I have done hadn't you came along and saved me? I...I...I am so blown away that now instead of just giving you a blowjob...why! I might just go ahead and copulate with you, using condoms of course." </strong> <br><br>Listening to his heartbeat through the door, he said <strong>"Had I wanted the good doctor dead? She'd be dead. So you have to wonder to yourself. Why someone like me, knowing we're being watched would cause a ruckus like I did? I mean that is, if your thoughts are in full sentences."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xiddeus</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 00:11:59</strong>
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				Francis grinned, almost laughing to himself as he realized that the intercom was still going.&nbsp; Their entire conversation being broadcast across the ship.&nbsp; Yeah, it might piss off the doc, might piss off everybody, but Francis was big and dumb so everyone would chalk it up to that and eventually get over it.&nbsp; Might have some harsh words for him, but words were just that... words.&nbsp; They only hurt when you really cared, and thankfully for Francis, he had just met these people.&nbsp; <br><br>"Okay Killer, your so smart.&nbsp; Edjeecate a brick then.&nbsp; Why did you act the fool in front of the Capn?&nbsp; Seems mighty dumb to me.&nbsp; Seems like something I would do... If I was a dumbass that didn't know no better.&nbsp; Hell, you are the one that Allowed a stunner to hit ya.&nbsp; Seems pretty bonehead to me." he continued their game.&nbsp; It at least passed the time while he was on guard duty... at least he thought he was on guard duty.&nbsp; He wasn't sure.&nbsp; Did I eat my last ration bar, passed through his brain and he cocked his head at the thought.&nbsp; Oh, right, I gave em to the kids, and he righted his head back to normal.&nbsp; A song popped up in his mind after that, it was a comercial jingle and he found it stuck in his head quite often.&nbsp; He laughed out loud as it played along in his mind.&nbsp; He used to enjoy listening to the old earth stations that finally made it this far in space.&nbsp; The adrenaline had finally left his system and his combat mind slipped away as he returned to his normal jovial self.<br><br>"Armor Hot Dogs..." he sang softly while he slightly bounced in place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 00:22:18</strong>
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				Rolling his eyes, Azrael said <strong><strong>"Well, your pea sized brain assumes I care two shits about what our esteemed captain thinks of me. He knows exactly what he was getting when I was allowed on this ship. I allowed a stunner to hit me, because I thought you'd have the stones to use actual rounds...and this exercise was simply to gauge how effective you all are in a combat situation. I have to say I'm sorely disappointed. There are so many ways that exhibition could have played out, all of them would have ended with you dead." </strong></strong> <br><br>Moving back away from the door, Azrael shifted his tongue around and reached under it. Pulling out a small razor. This would have to occupy his time currently, the jailer? Was too stupid to continue insulting. He however had an idea for a game. Holding it firm, he made a small little shallow cut over his arm. It'd draw a bit of blood, but it actually didn't really hurt. He wasn't in any danger, flinging blood at the door he put a little emotion into his voice and screamed out <strong>"Oh my god! Ahhh! What the....ah help me!...oh god....my artery? It's bleeding out."</strong> He dropped to the floor, and started to thrash around. Anything was better than hearing the oaf outside attempt to sing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 18:39:06</strong>
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				Having failed to connect with the captain she just sighed and gave up, shaking her head before she looked back to the controls. She had time, and shrugged before she rose and headed toward the medical bay. She wasn't going to enjoy this very much, if she was right. But she'd also have to do whatever it took to keep her powers suppressed.<br><br>Making her way into the med bay she looked around before spotting Salonika. The brunette stepped in pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. As she moved forward her eyes narrowed at the sight of the blood before her. Her hand went to her head. It was dizzying, something wasn't right.<br><br>"Hey doc... I guess I need to get checked out." she said, her voice soft, unlike how it had been in the lounge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 01:10:28</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical bay</span></strong></sup><br><br>The brunette woman from the lounge would come through the hatch into the medical bay.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would swivel the chair towards the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Offer up a genuine warm engaging smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she herself would rise up out of her seat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Moving to greet the woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello,&nbsp; doctor Salonika Patel,&nbsp; you can call me Salonika or doc......."<br><br>The woman would reach up and brush a stray lock of hair, in a hesitant moment.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she responds then with being here for a physical.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Something wrong?&nbsp; Are you alright?"</em>&nbsp; Salonika asks a she closes the distance to the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her gaze going over her in observation.<br><br><sub><strong>(Is the blood visible or is it imagine because of something else?)</strong></sub>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 01:35:48</strong>
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				<strong>The Captains quarters</strong><br><br>Shaan missed the inter-com message from Francis, since he stood in the shower, so he took his time, getting clean. And as soon as he had scrubbed his body clean, he turned off the water and stepped out into his quarters and got dressed. Then he slumped down in his chair and poured himself a glass of moonshine, took a sip and relaxed, pondering what to do with the fare-dodgers, and Azrael. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 01:42:13</strong>
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				"I.. I'm Odessa.." she slurred, her hand shooting to the nearest flat surface, pressing hard against it.<br><br>Odessa's eyes were hooded, her pupils dilated as she stood there, the world around her spinning. Her knees buckled as her eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing lightly as she hit the ground. Curling up she trembled, her eyes going wide as her teeth clenched. Her breathing was quick, her face flushed. She seemed to be in the midst of a seizure, though she had never truly had one. She had experienced this before but it hadn't been this painful before.<br><br>(Roll result: 5)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 05:12:14</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical bay</span></strong></sup><br><br>Odessa sudden swoon that causes her to hit the floor, just as she introduces herself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Is too fast happening for Salonika to react to.&nbsp; &nbsp; However, Salonika is immediately to action.&nbsp; As she goes to the woman and knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;First thing first,&nbsp; vital signs are quickly checked.&nbsp; <br>The clenched teeth, wide eyed and other symptoms are noted.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Can you rise up dear I will get you on the examining table."</em>&nbsp; Salonika would ask as she reaches to assist the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; While also inquiring on the level of pain or other unseen symptoms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"How bad does it hurt?,&nbsp; &nbsp;Is there anything else, queasy,&nbsp; dizziness?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 16:41:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Inside the mind of Odessa</strong><br><br><em>The doctor is sitting down at his desk, all is clean, smells medical alcohol in here. He is waiting for the Mechanic to be brought into med-bay. An incident on the HMS Vanguard, the Mechanic had just rolled his eyes back,&nbsp; and passed out, a violent seizure of some kind. He had been ignoring the Captains orders, opened a canister or something. And that happened in the Airlock, they hadn't even managed to board the ship before things started to go wrong.<br><br>The doctor is stressed, something aboard the HMS Vanguard is creeping him out, and on the table lies some observation notes he made, living dead? Mutants, Wraiths?<br><br>Two men carries the mechanic into the medbay, the Captain and another man, and they dump him onto the exam table....<br><br>“I'll bring the others in a moment,” the Captains says, Dock nods.... Captain and the other man leaves the med-bay.<br><br>Mechanic seems to be comatose, eyes closed... <br><br>Doctor leans in and lifts an eyelid.... They seem to be covered by an inner eyelid, black and oily, the Doctor is surprised by this and steps back. 'Hmm, what is this? What happened to you, old friend?'...<br><br>The doctor turns his back on his patient, reaching for medical equipment to start the exam, and Odessa is suddenly overwhelmed by pain, as something cuts through the doctor from behind..</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 18:19:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Screaming her back arched as she turned, trying to get away from whatever had happened. She trembled her body rolling to her stomach. She blinked a couple of times as she panted for breath, reality settling in around her. The clean medical bay was gone, replaced by a dirtier one. She trembled, panting lightly before her arms gave out. She slumped forward, panting lightly.<br><br>"What... did you do..?" she asked to herself more than anyone else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 22:25:56</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>With the sudden outburst.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would cease trying to usher the woman up to the examine table.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Odessa rolls onto her stomach.&nbsp; Crying out as if in a bad dream.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Dropping down to array kneeling next to the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika would gently gather her up and draw the woman's head onto her lap.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she for now would seek to comfort Odessa as she went through what is apparently a vision.&nbsp; No special insight is need, just plain old fashion reasoning and deduction is used by the doctor.&nbsp; &nbsp; So until the episode is over,&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika will cradle and sooth the woman,&nbsp; as best as she can. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sinoraa</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 23:29:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<span class="bbc_u">Bridge</span><br><br>Sarah lied down on the cold metallic floor, of the bridge, sweating and panting for air. There was no rust to be seen, and most, if not all holes had been filled. One might even think they'd never been there, in the first place. But this effort had drained a lot out of her, still it was better then the days of work it would take by hand. But with that thought in mind, what would the crew think? She didn't expect most of the people to know how long it took for this kind of repairs... Guess it didn't matter..."The ships, alright. Why would they question it?" She thought to herself. She'd like to keep working on other parts of the ship, but she be asked at the moment. Her entire body felt weak and her head started to spin. "I'll just rest my eyes for a moment..." She thought with a yawn, closing her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marvin</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 00:40:20</strong>
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				[I will push forward to HMS Vanguard tomorrow or Monday. Too busy with work to post anything long before that. PM me if you have any questions or if theres anything]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 03:38:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Odessa blinked as she came out of her vision. Blinking she sat up, panting lightly.<br><br>"Mister sandman's a dick!" she said as she came up. "Huh?"<br><br>Looking around she blushed, turning back to Salonika, before she got up and looked away. She was more than embarrassed, but mostly she was mad that she'd let part of her be exposed. There were no records of non psychic personal having visions. But then again it could have been a magically induced for all anyone else knew. But she had no way of knowing what the Doctor was capable of.<br><br>"Uh.. How long was I out?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 08:04:06</strong>
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				<sup><strong>Medical bay - Salonika</strong></sup><br><br><br>The woman would cry out some more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Later Salonika would reflect on what had been said.&nbsp; For now her concern is for the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp; Then suddenly&nbsp; Odessa seems to come out of it as she pulls from the arms of Salonika.&nbsp; To rise and stand.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Turning away from the doctor as if she were embarrassed.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Its alright Odessa,&nbsp; you do not have to be ashamed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Ashamed of having a vision.&nbsp; &nbsp;That is what you had isn't it?&nbsp; &nbsp;So tell me what&nbsp; you have seem."</em><br><br>The doctor would rise up.&nbsp; &nbsp;The rush of motion,&nbsp; &nbsp;causes a influx of her ever constant pheromones.&nbsp; That do work on both males and females.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Odessa feel a reassuring hand on her right&nbsp; shoulder.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Mean while why don't you get ready and get on the examine table."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With drawing her hand,&nbsp; the doctor herself would move over to the examine table.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she would pull out the stirrups for the examination.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>03-05-2010, 18:26:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just had a seizure." she said, as she moved to the table and began undoing her clothes.<br><br>Once she was bare she slid into place on the table, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. She wasn't very happy she'd had a vision but they were rare for her. She'd only had one before in her entire life. Whatever had left this disturbance had been powerful. And she didn't dare leave for the ship that the captain was so frightened about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 02:49:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Salonika would not press Odessa, letting the excuse stand.&nbsp; As she moved to the examining table.&nbsp; She pull up a stool at the end.&nbsp; But before she takes a seat.&nbsp; She would have Odessa sit up, so she could check her breathing.&nbsp; &nbsp;She also take her other vitals.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Did everyone like the show in the lounge?"</em>&nbsp; Easily deduced by the fact how quick everyone had shown up.&nbsp; That there had to be a security camera in the lounge.&nbsp; Just like there is one in the med bay.&nbsp; She really didn't care if they watched.&nbsp; But she wanted to put Odessa at ease.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Anything bothering you?&nbsp; Headaches,&nbsp; menstrual cycle regular?"</em><br><br>With these questions she reaches out and soft pinches a nipple, to see its reaction.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 06:09:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped, her hand grabbing Salonika's wrist before she released it. Sighing she shook her head at the questions.<br><br>"The captain was surprised, as was Sara. I'm kind of surprised you two did it then and there. But hey, it's not my place to judge you for it. But whatever... It doesn't matter. No, I'm not bothered. No headaches, nothing missed, nothing unusual. The only thing that did bother me was when I came in here and had a seizure." she said, shrugging as she let the other woman check her out. "Why, do you think there's something wrong with me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 07:49:22</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Salonika would release the nipple and take a seat on the stool.&nbsp; &nbsp;Listening to the responses given back to her.&nbsp; The answers provided by Odessa.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Lean to one side so she could look to Odessa face.&nbsp; &nbsp;A decision to be honest with the woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps it is the vision, she is sure the woman had.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Your right,&nbsp; a strange place for such in the lounge.&nbsp; &nbsp;Though the reason was out of necessity.&nbsp; &nbsp;You see,&nbsp; I am into the&nbsp; &nbsp; occult.&nbsp; &nbsp;Actually I am a tantra ritualist.&nbsp; &nbsp;By claiming his seed, I could tell if anything is wrong with him.&nbsp; I also is connected to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;I of course can do the same with you by choice if you desire.&nbsp; Or leave it purely as scientific."<br><br>"We fought, because I was impregnated.&nbsp; &nbsp; If you need reason for the outburst.&nbsp; &nbsp; Now I don't find it strange.&nbsp; I want to now what you seen.&nbsp; &nbsp;This room had blood over it.&nbsp; As if a fight erupted.&nbsp; &nbsp;I suspect something happen here a possession.&nbsp; &nbsp;You see last year as an intern.&nbsp; I came in contact with a spacer that was ill.&nbsp; No one knew how to cure him.&nbsp; But I have sight,&nbsp; a second sight. I seen a entity within him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of which I exorcist from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;So&nbsp; I started doing research.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not much but its happen other times before.&nbsp; &nbsp;An this ship came up.&nbsp; &nbsp;I could not get any details.&nbsp; But it was a red flag.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am dying to speak to the captain.&nbsp; Since he was the only survivor." </em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>06-05-2010, 20:35:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"... There's something dangerous we're going for... Some kind of key or something. That's what he thinks it is. I don't know. It doesn't matter, he's the captain we're on the way. But there's something wrong... Something very big happened here. And I'm afraid.. For the first time in my life I'm afraid of this place." she said, staring at the ground. "I've never been frightened in my life before. But this place... It has some bad memories with it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>07-05-2010, 05:50:32</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical Bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>While Odessa gave her response.&nbsp; Salonika would let her left hand reach and tease along her inner thigh.&nbsp; &nbsp;Traveling to caress feather lite touch over her vulva at first. Then more in earnest.&nbsp; &nbsp; All the while paying attention to what Odessa says.<br><br><em>"A key?&nbsp; What I encountered was not a key but a entity.&nbsp; A creatures that may need hosts to survive.&nbsp; &nbsp; Is just in here that you get it.&nbsp; Or is it all over the ship?"</em><br><br>Salonika would ask back, wanting to clarify if it was primarily&nbsp; here.&nbsp; Or had it been all over the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp; The key also piqued her interest.&nbsp; &nbsp;What and why would he think a key.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Has the captain give a reason why he thinks a key?</em><br><br>While not her fingers teased and rolled the inner labia of yours.&nbsp; With her thumb rubbing an stimulating the clitoral hood.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 02:08:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Odessa moaned and shuddered lightly, her eyes closing as her legs spread just a bit wider. Her eyes snapped open and she glared at the doctor as she sat there. This was making her more than a little uncomfortable, she was starting to get mad.<br><br>"Don't start with me doctor. I don't know why we're going after what we are. I just read it in his mind. Why does it matter, hm?"<br><br>She shifted, her legs closing as she sat there, her arms folding over her breasts.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>08-05-2010, 04:46:12</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical Bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>The doctor would with quick reflex with draw her hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;While at the same time pushing the stool so it slide over towards the desk.&nbsp; As the indignant reaction came from Odessa.&nbsp; &nbsp;Immediately going to the data pad,&nbsp; she begin to input the examination.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You can get dress now."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;As she inputs the her observation of the examination.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;She calls over to Odessa.<br><br>As she put down her notes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika thoughts run through her mind.&nbsp; 'Great a psycho serial killer and now a unbalanced physic.&nbsp; No not unbalance,&nbsp; deftly afraid.&nbsp; The way she snapped about the captain.'&nbsp; &nbsp;With the last thought running through her mind.&nbsp; She suddenly turns around towards you.<br><br>'Aggh she snapped because she read the captain's mind.'&nbsp; &nbsp;Salonika looked&nbsp; now, to see if you were reading her mind now.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 08:40:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"...I'm not crazy.." she said, pulling her knees to her chest, her head bowing. "Everyone thinks I am. But I'm not crazy. I am a lot of things but crazy isn't one of them..."<br><br>She stared at the ground sadly before she sighed and got dressed. She tossed her chocolate colored hair behind her before she looked at the doctor across the room.<br><br>"I'm sorry if I came off as cold... I'm not used to people doing what you did." she said.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 08:49:01</strong>
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				<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">Medical Bay - Salonika</span></strong></sup><br><br>Salonika would offer a genial smile in response and wave off the apology.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"It is alright dear,&nbsp; perfectly fine.&nbsp; &nbsp; No not crazy,&nbsp; perhaps scared, but then you already know that I suppose.&nbsp; &nbsp;Regardless,&nbsp; if you feel overwhelm my door is always open for you to talk to me.&nbsp; An no worries, for the tantra teaches of the joining of the phallus and chalice in fusing together to become one in creation."</em><br><br>For she had no real interest other then to have stirred the young woman enough to get a taste of her juices.&nbsp; &nbsp;Something she would have to re think,&nbsp; she is a highly skilled doctor.&nbsp; &nbsp;She did not need to resort to her ritual magic all the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legacy of Castille - Beginning [EX] [ICStory]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KunoichiRogue5</strong> on <strong>09-05-2010, 08:52:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Odessa nodded and walked away, heading to her quarters. A small room with a bunk, all she needed. She dropped into place on her bed, curling up to try and sleep. She could get a nap in before they exited the first jump. She closed her eyes and just breathed, focusing on just that to try and will dreams into place.
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