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Post by Someguy500 » Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:09 am

The ride was surprisingly calm, enough that Farris could catch a short power nap on the way there. He woke up quick, and started sizing up the other passengers on the shuttle. They were, in no particular order, a big robot-looking dude with a very Theon 5 fashion sense by the look of that coat, a small albino lady with black eyes (One of those... Sil-what now?), some pink-haired roughhouser with robo-arms, a beaut' armoured soldier sort, and two more normal-looking women, though one of them was shackled and guarded while the other was, even worse, reading.

It wasn't long before the shuttle arrived and everyone stepped out. "And from the bow stepped our mighty heroes," Farris murmured under his breath. He carried himself with an overt swagger that, honestly, made him look like an asshole. He waited on everyone, as they introduced themselves (or their requests) one by one. Right as soldier lady finished, he opened his mouth.

"Last but not least, I am Werpet. Farris Werpet. Master Thief." His voice was deep and velvety, yet emphasized in such a way that you could practically hear the capital T. Suddenly, it switched to a much lighter tone as he looked around him, hands on his hips. "Too much? Nah, probably not." He cleared his throat. "Pleased to make your acquaintances."
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Post by Annasiel » Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:04 pm

Supremacy groups. Weapons of planetary destruction. And below it all, below the knowledge and the steadfast assuredness, that lingering tingle of uncertainty throbbed like a stubbed toe. Like blood pounding in the ears. Before replying to Blackwell's request, Chellis once more surveyed the room. So much enthusiasm. It was almost like all these so-called specialists thought this mission little more than a game, or maybe a fun adventure, something to go out and experience and make a few coins.

Not a dangerous voyage where people might die.

They'd realize in time. Casually, Chellis flickered through her impressions of the others one by one, a final mental roll-call.

Two rough girls chatting about machines. A melodramatic master thief. A quiet, refined reader. A static-filled robot. And- Chellis winced as she brushed past the woman who apparently merited guards. Her expression quickly fled back to neutrality, but if anyone were watching closely, they'd have caught the pain and terror. The feeling was strong, different from what she'd felt before. No, strong was too weak a word to describe it. The feeling was primal. It was the sharp gleam of a predator, the light in a hunter's eye as it watched its prey from above. Pride. Bloodlust. Hunger. Death.

She swallowed hard, and returned her attention to Morgan, a placid smile slipping across her lips. Like most Silwin, she was skilled in controlling her demeanor, upholding the model of abstract serenity. Nothing to betray the roiling pit of fear that churned inside her gut.

"It would be a pleasure, Mr. Blackwell," Chellis replied smoothly.
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Re: Redemption

Post by Poetic Ghost » Wed Apr 04, 2018 8:43 pm

Morgan looked over his crew, it appeared that they were getting along quite well so far. Good team relation was vital to commanding any group of people, Morgan knew this truth better than most.

They all seemed to be quite tame, for mercenaries and criminals. The supersoldier seemed to be happy as long as she had her equipment, meaning she would need to stay with the crew to keep her suit in optimal condition. Haed, who he had held doubts in, seemed to hold herself quite well without energy, though he doubted she would be any use running on empty when it came to the job. Farris, the thief, was a valuable asset, and not much of a threat.

Of course, his real interest was Chellis, the Empath. He had heard stories about the Silwin throughout the outer planets, that they sensed emotion. Fear, happiness, stress. They could tell if you were lying, unless you could hold up an emotional barrier. Morgan had committed to this job, this role, but if the Silwin jeopardized that...

Morgan laughed lightheartedly “You can just call me.. Morgan.” He hesitated. Stop hesitating. “I really appreciate your willingness to come here, I know this might not be exactly where you want to be. But the team needs a medic, and you’re quite different.” He said, trying not to insult Chellis.

“Not in a bad way... you just have skills that some might find invasive?” Morgan wondered if he was wording his sentences right. “I’m sorry, my point is that I know what you can do, and I need your help.”

- - -

[This runs right after the conversation.]

The announcement system in the hanger came alive, and the synthetic voice of a young woman came through. “All contracts, please move to Deck 5 for briefing. Commander’s orders.” The A.I finished, and the chime sounded again, almost in time with the elevator doors that slid open against the hanger wall.

Inside the elevator were a pair of men, one clad in a suit of red armour, and carrying a large energy rifle. The other was quite recognizable.

“Hello, my name is Jacob, I’m the President of the Hub[/url]... you’re all doing The Hub a real favour.”

Surprisingly, you all fit nicely in the elevator, something you wouldn’t think from the outside. During the ride, the armoured man stays silent, with his helmet on his hip. After a minute of silence, McConnelly pipes up.

“You all deserve medals for what you’re about to do. Stopping a direct threat to The Hub? That’s hero work, my friends.” He grinned, looking about the group as if he was among friends. “Too bad this is a black op, though... still, we’ll be sure to compensate you all for your services.” He added as the elevator came to Deck 5. The doors opened with an electronic chime, and led into a large room centered around a circular table. McConnelly left the elevator and immediately took a seat at the table, kicking his freshly polished shoes onto the top and leaning back in his swivel chair.

As the group moved into the room, the opposite doors opened.

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"I apologize. Thank you for your patience." She said in a light, yet authoritative voice. Under her arm, she held a long red file, bound by securing cord. "For those of you who haven't met me, my name is Commander Chernova. No need to say your names, I know all about you. I was the once who assembled this operation anyways." She sat down, and held the file in front of her.
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Re: Redemption

Post by Annasiel » Wed Apr 04, 2018 9:29 pm

"If you prefer, Mr... Morgan," Chellis said. She'd distanced herself from her colleagues back on Frei. Always a degree of objective separation, if not for the sake of professionalism, then at least for the sake of her sanity. The atmosphere in Breath in Life was brimming with stress and pain, so maintaining that emotional barrier helped soften some of the edge. She needed to get used to addressing others with anything less than the utmost formality.

Morgan was hesitant. Reluctant, for some reason. It was common for less sensitive races to feel a degree of discomfort around Silwin (emotions were, after all, a private matter for them), but right after she began to probe... it was too coincidental for her tastes. Her suspicion grew.

"I fully understand the nature and implications my abilities present, and am willing to accept any social repercussions they might foster."

What was he hiding? Did he have something to hide? Was she just overthinking this entire matter? Chellis nodded to his words, her smile never wavering.

"My skills are at your disposal." She paused, considering, head tilted partly to the side. "However, keep this in mind... I do not intend to cause any harm, and I will not stand for any needless harm to be caused in my presence."
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Post by Poetic Ghost » Wed Apr 04, 2018 10:00 pm

“I understand that you don’t agree with how most of the crew is going to want to work once we start... and it’s because you feel that way, that I need your help.” Morgan said, stepping closer and lowering his voice. He needed her to trust him, as the only one in the crew besides the Heiress who was against killing, he had a chance to convince her.

“There is a man with them... his name is Keyes. He looked up to me... a long time ago.” Morgan spoke, his voice noticeably lighter, more sober. She was on his side, he didn’t need to be afraid, he hoped she’d understand. “The Hub is going to want to kill him, he’s just... changed, afraid and angry at something that he can’t control.”

“I need to try to save him... and I need you to help me, I don’t think the others would agree with me trying to save a terrorist. Please, Chellis, I need you to help me.” Morgan pleaded sincerely, trying to connect with the Silwin.
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Post by Annasiel » Thu Apr 05, 2018 3:26 am

He was being honest, that much she could tell. Or, at least, he thought he was being honest. For the second time since entering the bay, her expression wavered, npw ever so tinged with a hint of concern. Chellis sighed. It wasn't a difficult decision, both by the ethical code she'd sworn to follow and her own moral beliefs. The answer had popped into her head the moment Morgan had asked.

"I see," she replied simply. Terrorist or not, this Keyes was a man, and Morgan's earnest pleading hurt to hear. She'd always been a bleeding heart. "I will try. I can make no promises, but I assure you, I will try."

One more stress to fret about, a stress she was perfectly willing to shoulder. He'd said this Keyes looked up to him in the past... acting on assumption more than reason, she placed a palm on Morgan's chest.

"Do not blame yourself for the choices of others. We cannot undo their mistakes, we can only rescue them from the consequences."
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But in the wont of wandering paths
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Post by Azra » Thu Apr 05, 2018 3:28 am

The assorted cast of rogues and curious figures is eventually shuffled into an elevator. One that much to Viv's curiosity was more expansive then she would of thought. Was a comfortable space despite the collection of people, leading to electric blue eyes to spend a unhealthy chunk of time staring. Glancing from lights to corners and corners to walls to try and discern why it was bigger then it ought to be. She knew ships a plenty but this seemed more like Hub tech or from advanced city port, or at least she told herself that. Felt better to think it was new tech as opposed to tech she should know but didn't.

Walking through corridors or standing around in elevators wasn't known for being the most thrilling of activities. Viv liked it personally, just listening in to the ship. Hum of engines whir of small components buried within the vessel. It was equivalent to a heart beat. Someone had to help be an icebreaker though so she gave up on enjoying silence to instead rock back and forth through the elevator. Her goal she'd decided was to in rapid succession try and ask a question of everyone so far not in a conversation. She started with the robot like figure and mechanic admiring the machine.

"Hey so does smoking do anything for you or is that just like an A.I personality thing? If it does do something would either of you know why?" Seemed like it'd be a weird engineering feature people were weird though. A slight lean back and she'd be looking to address the card shark and diplomat. "What about you two? I mean one of you looks like you prefer tea and the other a mug but youve got to have vices dealing with people right?" She didn't know why a robot would be a smoker or drinker but the con men and diplomats they had lots of reasons. Maybe she could get them debating over which drink had the better hops."

In her quest of trying to rapid fire getting questions to people she moved to address the one who'd been in cuffs. "So what was that about blood sugar or whatever." The guard briefly seemed to glare at her, hinting that she was either asking to much or shouldn't be asking about such things. "Right shutting up." She finished looking to give others room to ask things if her or better yet answer her own ever growing curiosity. When they got to dock five however the crew would find the blonde quick to stand at attention and cease talking. As if on command she dropped from a social oddity to attentive and ready to just overhear the mission Intel.

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A promise. A promise to save a man he was responsible for. Keyes was no killer, Morgan knew it. But time and fear does a lot to a man like him, a man with something left to lose. That's what his life more valuable than his own, he had a purpose, a family, all Morgan had was the guilt. The ghosts. Now he had a chance to do right, to atone for them. Now there was Chellis, someone to help him fix Keyes, and hopefully not fall onto his list of ghosts.

"Thank you, Chellis... I hope we do the right thing." He nodded, trying to avoid her eye. Stop, you aren't one of them. You will never be. He steadied himself and almost took a step away from the Silwin before she did something that truly surprised him.

She touched him, not on the hand, or the arm. But his chest, his heart. He stood still, unsure of what she was doing. "Chellis?" He asked, almost timidly. She answered, and her words picked at Morgan. For a moment, he didn't move, he just stared the hand that was planted on his chest.

"Chellis... when I-..." Morgan stopped and sighed, before starting to speak again. "I've made mistakes... and it's my mistakes that made Keyes who he is. His life and any life he tries to take are on my shoulders." His voice became more somber, and he placed his hand over Chellis', holding it gently but in a firm, sincere way. "I need to save him from the consequences of what he is going to do." He removed his hand, and tried to move away.

"I can't fail him again."
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Post by Annasiel » Thu Apr 05, 2018 6:48 am

Chellis' nodded slowly, and closed her eyes. Stress, turmoil, and a hazy sense of insecurity rolled off of Morgan in waves. The man tried to step away, and she moved with him, staying close and in contact, trying to pick through the mess of emotions he was presently feeling. After a few long seconds, she opened her eyes again.

"You won't," she whispered. She clasped her hands together, folding them over her own chest. "Though your actions may have led him down this path, his actions pursued it. Onus is a shared thing. But if it takes saving him for you to forgive yourself for whatever you may have done, then rest assured, your heart will be stilled."

At that, the Silwin gave a final smile and turned to depart.
Alone she drifts from ancient mists
Nary a candle, nary a wish
But in the wont of wandering paths
Through wooded knolls, and windworn crags
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But now -- she thinks as judgement's end

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Re: Redemption

Post by Poetic Ghost » Thu Apr 05, 2018 7:23 am

Morgan tensed, but only slightly as she followed his movements, reading his emotions with eyes closed. At first, he felt discomfort. Old emotions stirred up once more, things that he had cast aside. He tried pulling away from her, but as she turned through the tempest in his mind, he felt an odd sensation he had not felt in a long time; peace. He stopped, and instead chose to hold still and let her work. Morgan closed his eyes, and momentarily enjoyed a mind free from doubt, and fear, and guilt.

And then it passed.

The Silwin removed her hand. But Morgan's peace resonated for a moment longer, before he too opened his eyes and looked into the blackness of her own. She spoke softly, but he somehow still heard her voice over the machinery and chatter of his crewmates, it soothed him. Her words touched him, reminding him of days when younger men and women would speak to him with the same reassurance and belief that he was still of good heart and honor.

As she turned to leave, Morgan watched her, entranced by the air of peace that followed her, and wished that he could share in that bliss for a moment longer. Once she was out of earshot, he parted his lips and spoke softly:

"I thank you."

- - -

"Let's begin."

Chernova turned the file around on the table to face the group. On the cover, a stenciled insignia marked the folder. Beneath the image was the classification; Classified.

NINE-TAILED FOX

Chernova opened the folder, and began to spread images across the table. "These men are dangerous. They call themselves the Sons of Adam, though they are far from a neo-Christian brotherhood. They are terrorists, who intend to use a Nova-Mass reactor. Now, these things are very, very dangerous.. so I have brought someone here who just happens to be the galaxy's expert on these devices."

Behind Chernova, the doors opened, and a shorter human man walked through the door into the room. He looked around forty, yet a youthful air followed him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry... I was on a shuttle up here from the city, but we had something of a 'fender bender' with this taxi... you don't want to know about it, but I will tell you that Lupine cab drivers do not take kindly to bribes." The doctor spoke fast, and flustered as he set down his coffee, papers, coat, and a box of takeout on the table, claiming more than half of the total surface of the table with his mess.

"Dr. Borous?" Chernova said, breaking the mad scientist from his rant. "Your team is here."

Borous froze, and looked among the beings in the room. "Oh. Right. The team." He sputtered out, before he cracked a smile and pulled his jacket off his shoulders and placed it on the chair behind him. Now without his coat, his bare arms were exposed, revealing full-sleeved tattoos of alien beings against a background of cosmic clouds and stars.

"Dr. Bernard Anthony Borous, PhD." He said, extending a hand to both everyone and no-one at the same time.

Chernova spoke. "Borous is an expert in fission science, he pioneered the use of Nova-Mass technology."

"I wouldn't say pioneered, Commander. I think that it was a joint effort among all my colleagues and myself, but if we are talking about who invented it, then yes that was-" Borous began to snap, before Chernova cut him off.

"Barry. Tell them about the bomb."

"Right.. the bomb." He retorted, shrugging off the moment and moving ahead. "Essentially, a Nova-Mass reactor contains and feeds off of a miniature star, containing it within this radiation field until it goes supernova..." Borous reached into the satchel he had placed in his chair, and removed a tiny model of the larger object seen in the photographs. "...and when that happens, the Core contains the supernova, letting things settle inside before it super-compresses the materials back into a star, to start the process over again." He activated the small device, allowing it to pulsate with orange light. "But! If the containment is purposefully sabotaged, the reactor can quickly become quite destructive..." he paused, allowing the tiny model to begin emitting a meltdown warning siren, before the tiny ball exploded into a baseball sized orb of energy. It quickly dissipated, leaving a great black mark on the table.

"Now, the Sons of Adam want to use this as a weapon in their first attack.. the only way they could have compromised the core without blowing themselves into dust would to use a fission engineer. But, I can almost certainly re-contain the device if I can get to it. The problem is that it is guarded on Neo Vegas, you guys have been to Vegas, right?"

"It's a party planet, not too crazy about the law, but safe enough that The Hub can't send in troops to deal with this screw-up themselves, no offense Commander. Now, I have a friend who tells me that their compound is far from the neon lights and police, meaning we won't have any problem taking care of the problem without causing a stir."

"Now, how might we get there you ask? Well, I propose we get through the docking procedures as a cargo vessel dropping off food and supplies for the casinos, we find my contact, find the Sons of Adam, and deal with that bomb, and promptly get rewarded for our acts of bravery."

"Any questions?"
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