Halcyon Assasin- Freeform RPG (open to all)

[Bozos of Bones]

Specialist unit Regicide reporting. Ready to activate status.

[/)eathKiller]

The recruiter eyed Regicide a little oddly... Focusing on his papers, his wide-brimmed had just blocking the halogen lights on the ceiling from making the papers' surface a blinding white...

"These specifications don't seem to be very exact mister regicide...

We see that you are a contractor hired out for energy devices but why have you come here? Are you here to settle the dispute happening in-"

Just then a man with a cybernetic arm walked in...

"ah Bakilas! I know the last spout didn't go well... the Temporal agency isn't giving up on this... now as you both know... A war has started... We doubt our little freinds have anything to do with it... But I'm wondering if the two of you wouldn't mind doing a few small jobs for me... You don't? Good...

Well the first thing I want you to do is use your expertise to reverse engieneer a harvest colony..."

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" A stout man with large-framed glasses had blundered into the room, his face contorted in an expression of discust.

"You're with the ARMY! you can't order the destruction of one of OUR OWN COLONIES!"

"I can and I will!" the recruiter barked back.
Lowing the papers he was holding, a huge series of medals reflected off of his chest in the light.

"As Front Admiral to this forsaken interdimensional city, I think it's totally necesary!"

"But even if you WERE to destroy the colony! THAT WOULD LIMIT OUR ARGRICULTURAL RECOURCES!"

"It's a colony of rich philanthropists... All they do is sit around and complain any way... They'd probably be better not existing and wastine our recources any way!"

"BUT SIR! They hold an economic stronghold on almost all weapons industries!"

"All they own is stock... and if I declar martial law in that sector I can controll the stock markets..."

"SIR! You just don't get it do you!!"

"...What was that private? I thin you've forgotten who you're speaking to..."

"I'm not protesting this war! Im saying that they don't just own but some of them CREATED our weapons! If we were to attack them now, who'se to say their scientists wont create newer, better weapons, to defeat us with?!"

"That's why we're going to make this quiet... You see...

Regicide... Bakilas... I've hired you two to be here today to invade Colony 1157, it's a floating island sitting in the middle of interspace, It's filled with rich cities and a marvelouse industrial science district. They claim to be all that fules this world, but in fact it's the world that fuels them, with their bizare tastes, and dramatic excenticticies. I'm sure one of you has seen their golden castle walls at one point or another. Simply put, I need you to go in there, find their engineering district, and TAKE THEIR SOUL CELL! Doing so will then cause the island's power plants to stop, it will lose stability and probably be teleported into some dimension where the gravity will inevitably cause the city to fall fromt he sky and crash... This is wroth the risk, as their technology isn't trustworthy any more... Just yesterday they opened fire on some of our transport vehicles killing 12 high-ranking officers! The weapon they used was a Zero Poitn Energy gatling gun that rests on the side of their island. Your objectives will be as follows:

1: Go to Gate 12 and wait for 5 minutes, get to know eachother, from there a breifing officer will pick you up in a gyrocopter.

2: After being flown to the island, I will need you to get past immigration acting like a couple of accentrics... pull this off in any way possible.

3: I will then need you to locate any pasages that go under ground, and disable their main cannon.

4: If you can manage to pull of disabling the big bertha, Our ships will decloak and begin opening fire with Photon cannons and Soul Cell railguns. Get to the surface before these guns come in contact with you.

5: The soul cell cannonns should leave a residual trail, using these special eyepeices i've included in your equiptment bag, find the soul cell and remove it from whatever device is leeching energy from it, once this is done, You'll then have to paraglide off the island. Don't worry about where you land, even if you pass through the planar sky and hit one of the hundred earths, you should be able to manage finding a portal to bring you back here...

Complete these objectives and you will be payed... QUITE well... I cannot disclose the ammount at this time...

Do you accept the terms of this mission?

[Bozos of Bones]

Sir, status is commit. Deploying!
He took the target information card from the commander's hand.
As he exited the room he eyed the power-armed individual admirably.
Cool, he muttered.
He entered his house and begun preparations for the mission. After inspecting the soul-scan eyepiece he opened a large metal door containing his most prized possesion: the VOLANS exo-bot powered armor suit. Equipping himself with the Plasma Incapacitator and 20mm sniper cannon he decided to leave the energy driver here, it being damaged in the past bout.
Orca checklist completed, all systems nominal, energy reserves at 96%-the suit announced through it's speaker.
The armor-clad figure exited the house and entered an anti-grav freight-bike.
House, defense mode 1-he ordered to his comm unit and the house doors clapmed and clicked, metal bars coming to place.
He sped off on the aerial beacon-defined highway.
In the freight-bike he ordered the onboard computer "target view" and inserted the card into the memory slot. "Cross reference with memory" he ordered and ling lists and graphs started showing on the holo screen. After eying it closely he decided "Very well, then." and clicked PLAY on the bike's sound controls, speeding off towards the HQ.

[/)eathKiller]

Arriving at HQ , Renecide pressed the "open" button near the entrance door to a large shuttle bay. Already waiting near the landing pad was the other soldier, and a new one. His hair was spikey and grey, and his armor shone with a wild silvery reflection, he already had his eye peice on, its colors nearly matching his armor.

"Hi there... I'm not part of your mission, but I'm tagging along. I'm going to be your suttle officer and soul cell collector... Our ride should be ariving soon..."

A large Taxi-cab like hovercraft vehicle entered the hangar, it seemed totally out of place.

"This civilian craft will get us near the base, once there I want you all to act like a bunch of imigrants, so no special armor, no special anything!"

With that the officer stripped his armor off exposing himself infront of everyone, luckily his torsoe was still clad in some metalic device. his body was filled with scars and little red spheres were nested in his skin... Could they be... SOUL CELLS? no... no Human being except the SHINO KOROSHA itself can withstand bodily intake of Soul Cells...

"Alright gents..." he said slipping on a taxi-cab drivers uniform "Let's move it out!"

Without another word the marine and the grey haired figure boarded the vessel and its engiens reved up.

"Are you comming or not, kid?"

[Elif Godson]

ooc: so are you saying I cut my opponent to shreds or am I stuck in temporal space till something happens ? I am so confused.....

[Bozos of Bones]

Sure, I'll be just in.
Notices a man standing on the platform with a rather lazy looking hat. Thinks a bit and a grin covers his face.
Cosmic security, I need your hat!-Regicide said as he walked up to the man.
What? You...- the man started, abruptly stopped by a fist, his hat held in place by a hand.
Thank you. -Regicide said as he put on the hat, covering his optical sensor.
Ready to roll.- he said and entered the hovercraft.
What of our weaponry? I can't be expected to conceal my plasma incapacitator gun pretending to be an immigrant?

[Iron Spike]

Thoragor quickly scanned the area before noticeing the stranger. He had to be the one for who he was searching for. He began a quick pace towards the man, knocking aside everyone who got in his way. A few were undoubtedly kocked unconscious as they fell but that was no matter, all that mattered was the mission. When he was less than a foot from the stranger he stopped.

"You there", Thoragor started, "Place your arms in the air and state your purpose here, or i will kill you.

[shadowhound]

Bakilas eases into the transport and conceals his weapons. He decides his cybernetic implants will be practically impossable to hide but figures with a big of creativity he can convince anyone who asks that he was injured in an accident and need robotic implants.

He looks at his newest ally and wonders if this guy will last longer then that others. For some reason Bakilas did not seem to work well with other people, but he had discovered that the more people there are other then himself then the higher the chances that someone else will get shot and not him.

[/)eathKiller]

Originally posted by Elif Godson: ooc: so are you saying I cut my opponent to shreds or am I stuck in temporal space till something happens ? I am so confused.....

OOC: You're just in a medical sick bay and can leave any time you wish. [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[/)eathKiller]

Bakilas and his acomplice, being piloted by the odd grey-haire man were lifted off from the pad, they left the dock and jumped at sub-light speed almost instantly to the floating island facility. No war ships were in sight. from its apearance you'd guess it was nothing more than a small villiage with a golden wall around it, but as they drew closer to the islands left flank they could see a humungouse cannon jetting out from the islands underside's rock wall. This was the only clue that any conflict had gone on. its barrel was stained with black smoke that had billowed from it after firing a zero-point energy shell. The radio shot on "Civilian craft, identify yourself!" the voice was shadowed by near-forcive overtones. A threatening voice. The pilot flicked a switch and stated: "Air taxi, I'm just dropping off some tourists!"

"Tourists?! This is a time of war!"

"Doesn't look like that to us..."

This pilot sounded very convincing in the way he spoke completley differintly than he had when he was int he lab, his voice seemed accented like a foreigner...

"Alright air taxi you're clear to land... Sheesh! Tourists!"

The taxi landed on an abandoned airstip and its contents exited. "put your guns in there" he whispered to them quietly before they got out, handing them each a large suitcase covered with stamps and labels. "The inside projects a fake holographic X ray to machines, DO IT NOW!"

Following his orders before they left, the three now stood with large suitcases and donnning Hawaiian shirts.

"Howdy!" The driver replied, eying the other two hoping they wouldn't screw up as the immigration officers neared them with guns drawn.

"Who're you two? We know the pilot..."

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The man continued to sit among the crowds of people and stare as if he was staring straight through them. He completley ignored the orders shouted at him. He wasn't about to raise his hands.

Security guards started running up toward the three to inspect why people were laying on the floor in front of them.

"You there! What do you think you're doing!" one of the guards shouts in an odd black leathery costume-looking thing with a huge single badge on his coat.

[ 09-16-2003, 11:35 AM: Message edited by: /)eathKiller ]