Thread: Meanwhile on Rubi-Ka...

  1. #541
    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    ((WTB massage.....pst))
    (( Not getting it! ;p ))
    *Giggle*

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    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
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  2. #542
    ((Oh, its soo much better when they struggle.))
    Gunfytr 220/30/70 Soldier Lawdog80 220/30/70 Advy
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  3. #543

    4am. Old Athens Backyard 15, apartment 4.

    Only absolute silence was surrounding Julia as she was lying on her couch, thinking.

    What could she possibly do, just to make a slight difference. She didnt know. Slowly Julia lifts her left hand right in front of her face and smiles. She holds a tuft of fur between her fingers.

    "Just how much pain can you hold inside you, huh...?" She whispers as she runs her right hand's fingers on the fur. It feels soft, even thou it looks old and rugged.

    Julia yawns and turns on her right side, now facing the back rest. As her eyelids start to feel heavy, she still stares at the fur, trying to think a way to help the poor creature.

    Slowly, she drifts into a dream...
    *Giggle*

    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
    ~[[ Trying to be active on forums. ]]~

  4. #544
    "This doesnt look right" The opifex girl mumbles as she holds the little chip on her hand.

    "What's wrong? I promise, i didnt go swim with it this time! I - " Julia was playing with her hair.

    "No no no, it's not that! You got the original chip with you?"

    "No. Gun threw it somewhere in Grind yesterday..."

    "So you working for him again?" The opifex grins.

    "No.. Not a chance. Believe me, i have changed." Julia sneers.

    "okay, okay, i believe you. Now, let's see.. Usually, this chip should only consist of these parts" The opi motions Julia to come and look. "See, this one handles the information thet this part here recieves, and this one gives out the information. But, i've never seen this one part.."

    "Could it be that Gun accidentally gave me a wrong chip? I mean, he did say that he's not good with them.."

    "Well, good that you came to show this to me. I'd love to take a closer look at this thing, is it okay with you? I got one extra chip somewhere here..." The opi starts to go through hundreds of small boxes, with stuff in them, that Julia had never ever even seen. After a while the opi jumps up from under her table. "Found it!" She places the chip onto it's place, and restarts the Datapad.

    "Should be working now.. Tho, it might be a bit slow, as this chip is old, and for the previous model of your pad. But it should work atleast for now."

    "Thanks, girl. I owe you one." Julia winks as she steps out from the door and places the pad on her wrist. "And what comes to Gun..." Julia chuckles with a wicked grin on her lips. "

    She jumps down over the railing and lands smoothly without a noise.

    "It could be just me, but something smells fishy in this.."
    *Giggle*

    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
    ~[[ Trying to be active on forums. ]]~

  5. #545
    A dark shape was walking circles in Neuters'r'us. The bar was dark, and quiet.

    "Mm, I didnt think he would go that far.. No no, it's okay."
    ...
    "Hmm? You think? ... Really!?"
    ...
    "I love that idea! You sure no one saw you?. Mm."
    ...
    "That's great!. Besides..."
    ...
    "Yush, that'll work."

    The figure stops, and a faint light reveals a wide grin on the figure's face, followed by chuckle.

    "This will be fun.."
    Last edited by Ciyanid; May 22nd, 2010 at 16:00:20.
    *Giggle*

    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
    ~[[ Trying to be active on forums. ]]~

  6. #546
    Gunfytr pops out of the Grid exit into Rome Red District. He looks around, nodding at some of the regular crew hanging around the Grid point. Mentally listing the things to be done in Blue Dist, he heads that way. Striding around the fountain pool, he stops short as he notices a dot on his heads-up display.

    'Ciy?? Here? But why would she...'

    He stares in the direction his equipment tells him is Ciyanids location. Frowning, he casually strolls over to where a Unicorn Squad is posted. No Ciy to be found. Puzzled, he looks around the feet of a Unicorn Specialist. Still no sign. But his tracker tells him she is within 1 meter of him. A tunnel, maybe? He cranes his neck to face the huge Specialist and orders, 'Move".
    The amplified voice of the Unicorn Specialist rumbles from its speakers, 'Bite me, scab.'
    Gun, no longer paying attention to the Specialist is staring at his display. Not underground, but ABOVE ground. About 3 meters. About level with the Specialists.....helmet?

    Gunfytr springs around the massive suit of armor and climbs up the back. The Specialist dances madly, trying to dislodge the flea on his back, but is unable to reach his arms behind him. Gun flips the emergency catches on the helmet and pulls the armor off as the Unicorn bleats in panic on his Comms. Gunfytr stares in befuddlement at the male Unicorn Trooper. Then he sees it. Taped to the back of the Suit is a chip, the SAME chip he had placed in Ciys deck. Suddenly, a huge metal hand grasps Gun by his own helmet and holds him dangling 3 meters off the ground.

    Hanging off the ground by his head, Gun can only stare helplessly at the Unicorn Specialist holding him. The Specialist flips his helmet up, and looks down to his Squad Leader. Out of the corner of his eye, Gun can see the Squad Leader. Theres no talking himself out of this one, this time. He can still hear the first Specialist bleating. His Squad Leader glances up at him, 'Shut up fool. Thats what you get for being slow.' She looks up at Gun, "you're not real bright are you?' Silently Gun agrees with her, but remains still. The SL just shakes her head with a disgusted look. She calls up to the Specialist, 'Reclaim.'
    The Specialist grins, and still holding Gun by his head, raises his other gauntlet, and claps them together.

    Guns last thought, before hitting reclaim, 'Oh, Ciy, that was dirty. Payback is such a bi-'
    Last edited by Gunfytr; May 25th, 2010 at 06:44:58.
    Gunfytr 220/30/70 Soldier Lawdog80 220/30/70 Advy
    Quote Originally Posted by Kintaii View Post
    Because we said so.
    Quote Originally Posted by Anarrina View Post
    I am unamused. I strongly suggest you don't unamuse me further
    Quote Originally Posted by Means View Post
    This nano blocks CH. This is intended.

  7. #547
    (( rawr <3 ))
    *Giggle*

    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
    ~[[ Trying to be active on forums. ]]~

  8. #548
    ((Gun, Ciy. I blame you for the mouthful of beer now soaking into my laptop. Good one.))

  9. #549
    (( Oh, the pleasure's all ours! ))
    *Giggle*

    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
    ~[[ Trying to be active on forums. ]]~

  10. #550

    Meanwhile, on Omni-Prime...

    A small flash of light draws his eyes, peering up patiently from behind thick, black glasses and toward the night sky. Deep off in the simulated atmosphere a white pulse streaks downward, almost too fast for the eye to see, burning brightly as the meteor begins to break apart from the friction. The sight barely registers in his mind, attention turned toward the sight only out of idle distraction. Anything, after all, has to be better than his current focus.

    Raising his hand slowly he brings his fingers up to his nose, lightly rubbing against the bridge as his glasses slide further down from his face. A deep-set frown crosses his lips as he listens to the rather agitated voice on the other end of his comms relay, his patience stretching thin with every word that passes his ears. Composure. Composure is the key to all things. And his composure, near-infinite though it is, slowly begins reaching its limits.

    "I see," he says, the words calm as they leave his mouth. He is known for that - Being calm, being controlled. He is also known for the edge punctuating everything he says, the famous hard-line tone which constantly touches his voice. A sound that says 'I'm better than you, and can crush you like a bug.'

    "You have to realize, of course, that neither I nor our mutual employers are very thrilled with your performance so far... quite frankly, to call it a disappointment would be as large an understatement as I could manage...." A pause. A quick rebuttal. "I see. And you claim no responsibility for any of this? You do, of course, realize that any lies you might try to pass off will be discovered." A finger idly traces along the transparent steel that forms the larger wall of his office, lazily playing an impromptu game of connect-the-dots with the bright skylights of the city nearby. He listens, as he is paid to do, processing each sentence as it comes through. He had been playing nice. He had been playing quiet. But then the wrong words reach his ears - The wrong thing said at the wrong time. And Korbensen decides he has heard quite enough.

    "No, you're quite mistaken on that point. You weren't hired to 'do what you think is right'. You were never hired for that. Allow me to remind you of why you were hired, to clear up any lurking confusion you might have." His hand-tailored suit moves gracefully as he began to walk, the sharp 'click' of each footstep resounding through his office as he paces - no, stalks - across the marble floor.

    "You were hired to take control of a situation that was very quickly spiraling out of control. You were hired because even in our best-case projections, we still saw massive financial losses ahead of us; the worst-case projections were never even discussed publicly based solely off how dire they were. You were brought in to take control of the situation, to turn the tide around and then stabilize during an upward trend. You were brought in because, unlike your predecessor, you are military - Not only an appropriate tool for fixing the... shall we say 'hostile' climate but also someone we knew we could easily control."

    "No. No, you had your time. Now I'm speaking. You'll wait."

    His hands fold gently behind his back as he continues on, the darkness of his unlit office practically swallowing him whole, only the occasional glint of light reflecting from the lens of his sunglasses any sign of a presence there at all. "You were brought in as a replacement for a situation going bad, with the expectation that you would at least attempt fixing said situation. Our hopes of stabilizing were at least met... though only because of your direct and utter inaction. Inaction which, might I add, is slowly threatening to create a very large mess for those positioned above your rank."

    Excuses come. He's used to hearing excuses by now from nearly everyone he interacts with - How it isn't their fault, how someone had forced them to do it, how it was the one-armed Atrox... in a position such as his, excuses are something he hears on a very regular basis. The voice rattles on, a nervous anger in its tone, like a petulant child caught slacking on their homework. Korbensen allows himself a small smile at this, amused by the tiny, almost-imperceptible hint of fear on the other end. Like music to his ears.

    "The situation is breaking down. To be perfectly frank with you I'm unsure at this point that damage control will even be possible. Right now we aren't even entirely clear what they're planning, though I'd be willing to wager it's nothing that any of us want to even acknowledge as a possibility. If you don't do something to address the issues...."

    His sentence cuts off as a hurried spiel of words come barreling through the relay. The smile on his lips widens, a shark smelling blood swirling in the waters. "Of course. Though, you understand our situation... the reports will be coming out soon, you know; after that, there will be little we can do to stem the tide. Even granting you this small bit is quite the burden... we will be expecting very, very positive results from this course of action. Unless, of course, you want me to return to help oversee our little operation...?"

    The conversation devolves. A series of 'understood' and 'naturally' cross both ends of the line, conversation which has very little value or interest to Korbensen. Satisfied, Korbensen nods to himself, pushing his sunglasses further up to his face. "Very well. We'll initiate the contract proceedings tomorrow. I'll make sure the money is placed where it needs to be, and we should start seeing results very shortly."

    Agreement. Terse, and quick, but an agreement to the plan. That's all Korbensen needs at this point - Just the acknowledgment that the plan is understood by both parties. Goodbyes are said, both men quite eager to end the call for vastly differing reasons.

    "But before you go... something which our employers wished to remind you. You've heard this from others before, so you'll forgive me if I paraphrase their statement - I've no interest in wasting either my time or yours. But the events of the last eighteen months have left us quite, quite displeased with your services, Tarkhan. You'd be wise to remember what happened to your predecessor... and take precautions to ensure you don't end up the same."

    "... pleased to hear. Good day."

  11. #551
    Wandering down the streets of Omni-1 Entertainment district he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander to his favourite seat in Rompas and a nice large glass of his finest vodka and accompanied cheese and pickle sandwich, he could feel it was going to be a good night, perhaps he could finally sort out some of the older paperwork.

    Unfortunately as any Police officer can attest your never truly off-duty while outside, its just so easy to see something that will put you straight back on-duty again.

    Such a thing was waiting just down the next alley.

    "Psst fredd..d.d.dy you got any left?"

    Ivan groaned and looked down the alley the rasping speech came from and saw two dirty looking solitus shaking and swaying near a storage container.

    With a sigh Ivan muttering to himself and reaching for his com-unit, "Sometimes I hate being a cop... This is Director Sergeyich requesting transport for two to the turkey tank"

    "Make me miss my vodka will you... damned stim fiends..."

    He reaches to his belt and removes his stun baton and moves into the alley swiftly...
    Last edited by Ivan Sergeyich; May 26th, 2010 at 22:26:49.

  12. #552
    "I swear that is the last time i do a low orbit jump. Its just not funny anymore. I'm colour blind, you could have told me instead of just shoving me off the ramp!" Ursen said raising a beer can dwarfed in his hand to take a swig.
    "I thought you guys were joking back on Echo. And i don't really care if we got pinged when we left and nearly clipped by that frigate. I'm not doing another."

    "You loved it really." Lasliana replied leaning back a glass of cheap red wine in her hand. Taking a sip she wrinkles her nose and pulls a face immediately before leaning forward to place the glass as far away on the table as possible.

    "Oh whats not to love? Being kicked in the ass out of a perfectly good ship above a planet. And then being shaken around like a i dont know what as you plummet head first towards the ground at terminal velocity." Ursen continued looking at the barely touched wine and then at Lasliana. "Whats up with that?"

    "Its corked and I'm not drinking vinegar and you need to put a cork in it, your alive aren't you?" Lasliana replied leaning back to look around the bar or gambling den, whatever it was supposed to be.
    The guy sitting in the corner wearing shorts and a white string vest with a pink mohawk, sneered as he looked towards them before yet another 'client' of his rushed in, flush with the look of having experienced combat recently.
    "So what do you reckon?" Lasliana asked returning the blokes sneer with a look of a targetfinder calculating the range between them.

    "I've no idea what this place is trying to be, just looks like a storage bunker thats been converted. Its got no class no style, infact its got no character. And this cheap patio furniture? just about sums it up. Cheap, cheap and naf. It's all expected to get broken, and easily replacable." Ursen replied resting his beer can on his thigh as he leaned his chair back as far as he could without losing balance.
    "But its in Borealis which is a start i suppose, doubt Omni-Pol will bother coming to check it much." As he slammed forward to avoid falling backwards.
    The latest of pink mohawks clients jumping at the sound before bending back in conversation to pink mohawk.

    "Its a hole, is what you mean. Lets..." Lasliana manages to say before her comm bleeps cutting her off.
    Looking at is she rolls her eyes, before picking it up.
    "Yes, hello?"
    The sounds of a voice on the other end saying something is somewhat muffled by pink mohawks 'client' leaving at a jog.
    "I'm perfectly aware of that, need I remind you that I have as long as I want to do what I want and not that responsibility anymore.
    Uhuh.....uhuh....and sod you to. Bye"
    her calm looking barely scratched Lasliana slids the comm back into her pocket before letting out a sigh.

    "Politics?" Ursen asked watching with the beer can half raised to his lips.
    "Trouble of a sort, lets get out of here." Lasliana replied, rising from her chair to pick up the pack leant against the wall.

  13. #553
    The Opifex stood looking out the window, down upon the green that made up a lot of the center of Old Athen. There was a slight smile on his face as he noticed the hustle of people in and out of the Freelancer’s Agency building that he could clearly see from his vantage point in the Vanguard Headquarters. Profits always made him smile. Deals done good, made him smile. Even deals that took years to negotiate thanks to the never ending interference of Omni-Tek. He had almost laughed when he found out how quickly Omni-Tek had jumped on the bandwagon to work their own deals with the Freelancer’s after they realized their efforts to block them from Rubi-Ka had finally fallen flat with Jacobi’s manipulations.

    The sound of the door quietly opening behind him, pulled him from his reprieve and he turned enveloped in a cloud of smoke from his ever present cigar, to note the newest of his clerks walking nervously into the room.

    “I’m really sorry to interrupt you Mister Jacobi, I know you were wanting a few moments to relax…. But… erm….”. Alan gives the young opifex a reassuring smile, “That’s alright, what is it Adelle?” “Well, Commander Silverstone is on the comm., wanting.. hum, well actually demanding to talk to you.” Alan almost chuckles as he takes a long puff off his cigar. “Oh, and what is it old horn head wants?” “I’m not really to sure sir. Between the swearing and… well he seems upset about something”. The young lady seemed truly shaken up by her conversation with the Sentinel leader. Well, he did have that effect on people, especially when his dander is up. “Adelle, one thing you need to know about Simon, it is rare when he isn’t upset by something. Or shooting something. But I’ll handle it.” Alan waves the clerk towards the door as he reaches for the comm.unit on his desk behind him.

    “Hello Simon…what can I do for you today?” “What can you do? Well you can start by getting off your ass and…. “ ….. as a cloud of smoke rises around Alan’s head, he calmly listens. Some things never change.
    Alan Jacobi
    Clan Vanguard

  14. #554
    ((Well, well, well...good to see you guys. Heeerrrreee we go!!))
    Gunfytr 220/30/70 Soldier Lawdog80 220/30/70 Advy
    Quote Originally Posted by Kintaii View Post
    Because we said so.
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    I am unamused. I strongly suggest you don't unamuse me further
    Quote Originally Posted by Means View Post
    This nano blocks CH. This is intended.

  15. #555
    Jaeger rushed into Gunfytrs office.
    'Boss, you might wanna see this.'

    Gun looks up, 'What you got?'

    'We hacked an off-world transmission. We could only get the incoming half, tho.'

    Gun takes the sheet and slowly reads it.

    Quote Originally Posted by Korbensen View Post
    ------TEXT-----
    Growing paler by the sentence, he looks back up at Jag. 'Who else has seen this?'

    Jaeger shakes his head, 'Just me."

    Gun points at his couch, 'Sit.' Then hits a button on his Comm. 'React Team to my office, NOW.'

    His mind racing, Gun hears the sound of boots racing down the hallway. Panting, Mossdog bursts in the room, Xan rifle held at the ready.

    Holding up his hand, Gun begins barking out orders.

    'Moss, you will sit on Jag until we can get him off-world. Jaeger, I want you to shut down that link, take the term you did this on and slag the harddrive.' Gun shakes his head, 'Hell, slag the whole damn comp. Do it now.'

    He turns his attention back to Moss, 'NO questions. This is a "need to know" situation, and you dont need to know.'
    He looks back at Jaeger, 'ANY chance you got tagged on this?'

    Wide eyed, Jaeger shakes his head, 'Really, really doubt it, Boss.'

    'Ok, then maybe this "didn't" happen.' Gun looks around, 'Why are you people standing in my office?' The troops scamper out.

    Alone, Gun kicks the door shut. Picking up the sheet of paper as though it were a nuclear warhead, which in reality, it was, Gun drops it into a burn container and hits a button.

    He wearily sinks into his chair. They say knowledge is power. But some power is too dangerous to possess. They also say curiosity killed the cat, he just hoped to the gods they had a few lives left.
    Last edited by Gunfytr; May 27th, 2010 at 10:16:55.
    Gunfytr 220/30/70 Soldier Lawdog80 220/30/70 Advy
    Quote Originally Posted by Kintaii View Post
    Because we said so.
    Quote Originally Posted by Anarrina View Post
    I am unamused. I strongly suggest you don't unamuse me further
    Quote Originally Posted by Means View Post
    This nano blocks CH. This is intended.

  16. #556
    The sun begins setting, fading light cascades through office blinds throwing lines of shadows across the desk before fading to darkness.

    Not moving the man sits there, staring into nothing.

    A small light blinking on the desk monitor is all the illuminates the office as the hours pass.

    Suddenly the man slams his fists into the desk and stands.

    Marching quickly out of the room he yells, "Zeiler! contact the Directors. I want to see them... NOW!"

  17. #557
    A large Atrox sits in bed, a heavy book held in front of him, time passes and pages turn.

    A sudden coughing fit interrupts the peaceful scene, once over the Atrox reaches over to a steaming cup of tea on the bed side table and takes a sip.

    More time passes and eventually the Atrox places a marker in the book, carefully placing it on the table and turns off the lamp, lays back and falls asleep.

  18. #558
    Simon snorted loudly as he just stared out over the city, holding tightly around his weapon in hope
    that there would be something maybe happening.

    He raised an eyebrow as he saw a dark armored person sneaking around a corner in the distance,took up his
    gun and aimed as he mumbles "dont you think about it scum" and shot towards the person, the body fell against
    the ground and he smirks, walking over to the omni armored corpse.

    "was worth the day afterall then" he says and walks off.

  19. #559
    Julia holds a red rose in her hand and smiles. She leaves the rose on the floor of a office building, infront of a big door and looks at the card. Julia grins and plants a kiss on the card, leaving a lipstick mark on it.
    "That should do it!" She chuckles. Suddenly she hears someone approaching behind her and panics.
    "There was not suppose to be anyone in here!" She thinks to herself. Without a hesitation Julia takes a form of a leet and rolls up as a ball. The man in Omni-armour walks past her and looks at the rose and the card infront of the door. The man starts to pick them up, something had to be done!
    Julia squeaks loudly, drawing the man's attention instantly.
    "Now what...!?"
    The man kneels down and holds his hand at Julia. "Hey lil' fella... Ya got lost, huh? Here, let me take ya out from here. This is not a place for a leet to be."
    "What now what now what now!? What am i gonna do!? The man gets me out from the building and im sure he's back here reading the card. No, that CAN NOT happen!" Julia growls and bites the man's finger. She pokes the card and the rose from under the door and sprints running after biting the man's ankle. The man shouts something and runs after Julia.
    "I gotta get out i gotta get oouuutttt!" She was thinking.
    But.. The man had closed the door where she got in the building. "I have to.."
    Julia takes her human form and tries the door, not locked. She slips out from it and bashes it closed after her.
    The man in Omni-armour was left standing in the hallway with a surprised look on his face. "Red ponytails...?"
    *Giggle*

    Quote Originally Posted by Gunfytr View Post
    Now that my /RP partner is back, I'm sure stuff will pick up a bit. <3
    ~[[ Trying to be active on forums. ]]~

  20. #560
    *Hey Boss?*

    *yeah, Law, whats up?*

    *I think you got a delivery here at HQ.*

    *What? Is it ticking?*

    *Heh, no...but you need to see this.*

    *What....?*

    *I just got attacked by the leet that was delivering it*

    *What??*

    *Then it un-morphed into a chick with red ponytails and ran off*

    *Red ponytails....you're sure?*

    *(laughs) I'm sure*

    *I'm on my way*
    Gunfytr 220/30/70 Soldier Lawdog80 220/30/70 Advy
    Quote Originally Posted by Kintaii View Post
    Because we said so.
    Quote Originally Posted by Anarrina View Post
    I am unamused. I strongly suggest you don't unamuse me further
    Quote Originally Posted by Means View Post
    This nano blocks CH. This is intended.

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