2300

[CSF]

2300

It's the year 2300, the world has evolved greatly. Space travel is something that everyone uses. The cities are huge, technology is somthing unimaginable to us. People have settled on different planets, and some even live in man-made space colonies. Outlaws fly through the galaxies, leaving the universal police behind in the dust. The military has a new branch of systematic machines used for warfare. This is but a tid bit of the new age future.


((These are a few examples of class/job positions in this futuristic universe.))

Intergalatic police- These are the authorities who chase outlaws acorss galaxies, never giving up untill their job is done

Planetary Police- Another example of authorities, only these cops are bound to the planet they patrol, meaning an intergalatic chase cannot take place outside the planet/ colony.

Military Career- These are the soldiers who protect the galaxies, they can be shipped to forgein planets depending on their skill and rank.

Bounty Hunters- These are the people who hunt the people brave or stupid enough to run from the authorities, bounty hunters have their own unique ways of capturing bounty heads, just as long as they don't kill them.

Outlaw- These are the scum of the galaxy, mooching, or killing, anything that goes against the law on the planet or in space. They get paid due to their skills in pick pocketing, or how much their boss is willing to pay them.

Hackers- People who know how to override the technological systems, and use it to their benefits, one of the harder things to be but, if performed well, a very useful job.

((Remember, you can have basically any job you can think up, you are not limited to the ones listed above, have have, be a famous singer, or a bar tender, whatever, just have fun with it!))

((This is some of the new technology that isn't self-explanitory.))

Hyper Space Gates: These are gates that basically send the ship into hyper speed, moving at about the speed of light, but due to the 0-gravoty in space and the Nero-Gravty walls installed in every ship, the crew inside the ship is not crushed, nor do they feel a kick back.

Credits- Credits is the money of the future, the way they are used is, a certain number of credits is stored on a card, more credits are stored onto the card from Credit Machines or CM's for short. If one is lost, it can immediatley be replaced by the gov't on that colony or planet.

Personality Chip- In the future, many people can change their appearance by a simple operation, so, personality chips are installed into the brain at birth, these chips are used mainly in bounty hunts and military identification. The chips contain all the known content of that person and is engraved into the brain so it is virtually invicible. They cannot be removed or override without the risk of death or mental dicapitation.


((The planets in the future are inhabited by many cultures and people, as well as colonies, below will be listed the most popular ones.))

Mars- This planet has a moderatley sized popularity, all of which are kept in a huge clear dome. The inside is kept clean with a working water system, and an unlimited amount of oxygen due to the many trees and surpression systems.

Colony 002- The largest colony in space, it has a estimated population of 14.6 million people. It is quite a bundle, kept moderatley clean, but an artificial sky on the very top, and the void of space on the sides, the ceiling is contantly changing, from night to day just as on earth.

Lunar Town- A city kept on the moon, around half the moon is covered in a large city, people living their lives about. Most jobs are found here.

Earth- Earth is basicallythe same, except it has advanced in technology.

Colony 030- This is the first colony made, about the size of New York, it is broken down, slums fill the place, most outlaws are bredd in this place, the giant dull sight of space covers the ceiling seeing how it's fake sky as destroyed in a riot.

[Earini]

I would like to join as well.

[CSF]

((Before we start here, to clear something up, you can have more than one character, alright..cool))

Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Job/Class:
Description:
Bio:
Ship (Opional)
Ship Name:
Ship Description:
Ship Special Skills (Optional):
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Name: Kenneth Wintersmith
Age: 26
Job/Class: Outlaw
Description: Kenneth stands at 5'11, he has bleach blonde hair, feathered out near the back of his head. In front of his face is two long blonde strands, dyed black at the tips. He wears a shirt cut pilot jacket, blue with 'Get' on the left flap and 'Lost' on the right. He has sky blue crystal eyes and wears a tight black under shirt with gray baggy pants and three belts, two black on brown criss crossing at his waist. And black regular hiking boots.
Bio: Kenneth was born into a poor family who grew up on colony 030. His parents were soon killed by theifs. They took everything. Luckily Kenneth befriended an old ship creator at the age of 21, the two made a ship, a great ship at Kenneth's likings. The ship creator died soon there after. Kenneth was taught how to pilot the ship before the ship creator's death. So, Kenneth left the colony, not being able to get a job due to his poor background, Kenneth had no other alternative but to become an outlaw.
Ship (Opional)
Ship Name: Voice
Ship Description: http://www.mindspring.com/~jose/Yf21-hangarclip.gif
Ship Special Equipment (Optional):
-An inside mini gun which holds around eight hundred rounds.
-Back concealed flares, used to redirect heat seeking missles.
-Two RHINO missles located on the wings of the ship, these have the power of about two side winders.
-Four spear boosters located on the back of the ship used to escape in high-speed chases.


Name: Larson Vanderhan
Age: 36
Job/Class: Owner of The Black Tear Syndicate
Description: Larson wears a black over coat made of wool, black pants and a black semi-tight under shirt. He has long white that leads to the middle of his back. His skin is a pale white which looks well with his unaturally red eyes. His nails are long and well kept, clean. His teeth are wickidly pointed to give him an evil look when he flashes a smile
Bio: Larson grew up rich on earth. He had an easy life. After he graduated high school he joined the military and fought in the galaxy war where he earned a purple heart due to an injury he received from a stray bullet. When he returned to earth, he inherited the Black Tear Syndicate from his father. Larson turned this small activist group to a full fledged terrorist organization, boosting his power to a greater step than his father could imagine.
Ship (Opional)
Ship Name: Dream Weaver
Ship Description: This ship is jet black, it has the basic form of a fighter jet with a bridged center protruding to the top and to the bottom making the ship go faster more arodynamic. The hub cover is blood red and a skull imprint on either side of the outside of the cockpit.
Ship Special Equipment (Optional):
-Concealed back flares
-Four Gum Gushers located on each of the wings, Gum Gushers are small heat seeking missles.
-Two Titan Boosters located on he back of the ship.IC:

"Approaching earth's atmosphere." Said the velvety smooth voice of the female A.I. from the ships console.

A voice, not as smooth as the woman's voice, more gruff, like a young male. "I gotcha Ami." Ami was the ship's A.I. the brain of the ship if you will, she told what was wrong with the ship and if something needed to be restored like ammo or fuel. Kenneth looked through a small red target which appeared in the middle of the visual panel. Kenneth steadied his hand, moving the toggle ever so slightly. Finally he lined it up, flipping switch up.

Ami spoke. "Auto pilot active."

Kenneth crossed his arms as Amu drew out a path towards the earth's landing platform. The hub began to shake, as well did the small decorations. He had a small plush doll on a keychain of the infamous Zim connected to his ignition card. Also a picture of his mother and father hanging on a silver clip to his left. The hub became hotter and hotter and shook more and more. Kenneth merely smile as he smirked slightly to himself. The shaking soon stopped, he could see the blue waters of the ocean, just out of veiw was the landing port, luckily they didn't examine personality chips so they wouldn't know he was an outlaw. "Ami body check."

Ami paused. "Armor at 98.6 percent, fuel at 67.9 percent, boost 100 percent. Overall ammunition full, condition: Green."

Kenneth grabbed the controls. "Auto Pilot deactivate."

"Auti pilot deactivated." Ami replied.

"Thanks sweetie." Kenneth said as he prepared to land on the cool crisp waters.

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"Please sir, have mercy!" The balding middle aged man pleaded.

Larson sat at a fancy chair, detailed greatly, legs crossed and fingers criss-crossing each other interlocking with one another. He opened his red eyes, they looked tired, yet evil. "You had two weeks to dismiss the second division." His voice spoke, deep and full of a unreal seriousness.

The man looked up, his eyes tearing up. "Please, just one more week, I promise you I will get it done!" The man fell to his knees sobbing, his head buried into Larson's leg.

Larson looked down to the man, not smiling, not showing a sign of pity. He kept his hands crossed covering his own mouth. Kicking the pleading man off, he stood up and spoke. "Hmm..such a worthless pile of scum, you're no more than an outlaw in my eyes..."

The man looked up, still on his knees, hands now together as if to plead even more. "Please...please..PLEASE!"

Larson looked around the huge room, a red carpet leading up to his chair to the door, marble covered the walls and floor, two gaurds standing on either side if the exit. Larson smirked slightly. "Alright...one more week." He finally said.

The man looked up, eyes shining, and a huge smile on his face. "Thank you Mr. Vanderhan. You won't regret it!" With that done the man ran out of the huge building.

Larson walked to the window of his room, watching the man walk out onto the street. He placed his hands behind his back. Larson spoke simply with an insane smile on his face. "Kill him." The gaurds nodded and spoke into a small mic on his collar.

As Larson onlooked to the man, he suddenly saw the man fall to the ground limp, blood streaked the ground as he fell, Larson's sniper almost never missed. He kept the same smile on his face as he pressed a black sitch next to his window, the blinds immediatley closing, blacking the room out.

[Tashiro]

Name:Teato
Age:23
Hair:Long ashy black hair that extends to his shoulders. He usually puts it back in a pony tail with a red bandana.
Eyes:Hazel
Blood type:A+
Occupation:Space Pirate(Outlaw)
Skills:Include guns of any kind to hand-to-hand combat and everything in the middle. Being from the slums, raised with hackers and outlaws he has an understanding of hacking but not the best at it. His real skill is piloting, weather it be a simple aircraft, to a space ship, lead him to the cockpit and he'll do the rest.

Appearance:Coming from his background, his type of clothing is limited. Black Jackets, black leather pants with black boots that stretch to his mid-lower-leg. He usually has a dark red shirt on that is smudged and dirty from living in the slums. He has a necklace around his neck made of silver that holds the emblem of a silver gun, clinging to his neck tightly. He wears armlets around his upper arms that are a black cotton and has a few piercings in his right ear. A tattoo can be found from when he was in the space prison. The tattoo signified his spot in the line for the death penalty but luckily, he has escaped that, hiding in the darkness of space. The tattoo is located on the back of his hand and it is a crude skull of black ink. He has to cover it up with a black piece of cloth to not seem supisious infront of authorities.

Bio:Grew up in the slums of the universe. Colony 030 was his home. The dirty streets, the hovering traffic. The huge, dark skyskrapers looming over him, always intimidating his small figure. Every breath in that colony was a sigh of regret. Why here? Why was he born in this condition? There has to be more to life? Sitting down on the top of a building looking at the stars that twinkle in the explored space, you have to wonder....."I'm much more than this." Of course how much more can you be when living in the dirt of space. He has been in gangs, been on space missions that scar him as an outlaw. He's stolen precious items, attacked people on the streets, held gun point to a victom, murdered..... It's his life.... Being sent to prison for murder of 14 people including 5 police, he has become the murderer to live up to, but escaping the clutched of death row, he stays hidden in the slums of Colony 030, dodging glances and looking for a job, weather it be a gain for society....or a threat.

Weapons:Owns a gun with the technology of exploding on impact with the force of dynamite or just regular shots that can follow heat or motion. Getting the gun from the shop it comes with a chip that is inserted behind his ear. When the gun is activated the chip develops into an eyepiece to see through the night and sense heat. Through this eyepiece his aim increases and the gun shot folows. It can aslo zoom in on locations. And just incase, his knives are located on his belt buckle, two on each side, both sharp and still effective, it seems, in a world full of technology.

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Post:

Back home, in the Colony 030, walking with his hands in his pockets, slumped over, looking like an old man. His jacket was on, covering his torso with his black hair extending down infront of his face to hide his facial features. He walks slowly as people walk past him, not even giving him a closer glance to his looks, his body, his secret. A world of busy people, of blind people it seemed. He could walk for hours on end, without being recognized because, in here, no one cared.

Walking into a small building looking like it was made back in the 2000's, it was the local tavern. Going inside it was a different scene. Techno playing in the background, people gambling with technological cards and a robotic bartender. He sits at the bar, next to other people, drinking their cares away and orders just a regular, something to sip on and think over. Being served, he looks at his fellow speicies, the thugs, punks, rebels, drunks, hackers, and convicts, all in this tiny community of secruity, or so it seemed.

"Police...Everyone scram!" Yelled an overlooker of the bar, watching from his perch in a room with camera's watching the streets. It seems a renagade of police came to wipe out this bar for once and for good. Once the watcher screamed, a burst of light behind him shot into his back, knocking him paralyzed on the floor with a shock of lightning it seemed. Men ran to the back doors, through the windows, over tables, being shot at from all direction, some shooting back with what they had.

Teato of course was one of those idiots, quickly revealing his gun from the folds of his jacket he shoots the nearest suited man with a regular shot, knocking him down, dead with a bullet in his heart. Of course he wore armor, but from close range, it was easily penetrated. Moving behind the bar, he aims for another as his eyepiece activates, covering his right eye to show clear shots of his enemies. Another shot, another dead. He rolls to the side, dodging an electric beam, shooting into the back full of glasses and beer. Shards of glass fall upon him, cutting his jacket and face. He glares as blood flows slowly down his face and he lifts his gun, flipping a small switch from normal, to exploding shells. He takes his aims and shoots.....EXPLOSION.....in the front a huge hole is made as men of uniform and others lay on the ground unconsious....or dead. He quickly escapes from the scene as sirens are heard in the distance and others see the scene from a far.

Running away as fast as he can, down into the dark recess of the allyways and shadows.

[Goth Preistess]

Name: Ladanya Sicily Robersi
Age: 25
Job/Class: outlaw
Description: http://bubuete.free.fr/imagesg/Tenjou%20Tenge.jpg
Bio: Ladanya was basically born on the wrong planet, Colony 030, as a young girl she had turned aside the basic ‘playthings’ of the other girls and sided with pink bows and dolls that her loving parents stole from the Moon Town and Earth. Pretty soon however, her parents were no longer capable of shielding their innocent daughter from the evils that lurked right outside the dirty windows.

Ladanya’s mother taught her out of textbooks that had also been stolen. Being educated wasn’t exactly a plus, and her father, desperate to get her into the skills that it would take to become an outlaw, tried to coax the girl to start liking guns and swords. She just laughed at him and called him silly, and went about her day. One day however, her parents vanished without a trace, she would never see them again, and for many days she didn’t eat or sleep, just cried. One day, robbers kicked the door open and started ransacking the house, ignoring the little girl in the corner. Terrified, she grabbed her fathers gun and shot two bullets, she got both in the heart, dead.

Now there are is no pink in her wardrobe, just black. Her primary wardrobe consists of black jeans and a tight black tube top. She is still trying to find her beloved parents and will do whatever it takes, plundering, arson, robbery and murder.

IC:

Ladanya was jolted from her slumber by the harsh ring of her persistent alarm clock. Groaning, she rolled over and gazed blearily at its roman numerals. Se’d overslept, majorly. Her clock had decided to wake her up at three in the afternoon. Lovely. She rolled out of bed and disentangled herself from the vast array of coverlets and sheets. She opened one of the windows and was greeted with the sound of gunfire. Typical day. Yawning, the woman walked on silent feet to the bathroom and ran a comb through her crimson blondstreaked hair. She splashed water on her tanned skin and pulled on her classic uniform. She was not a sissy, she wore her gun on the outside of her clothes.

She went down and found a grapefruit to munch on. She went to the kitchen window and again looked out. So many people seemingly wandering around, pickpockets and such sorts that she was ashamed to be associated with. She killed cops, therefore she was considered an outlaw. “I’d love to exchange bullets with the bastard that came up with that one” she muttered outloud. She tossed the peel away and slipped on her blood red leather trenchcoat, shoving her hands in its pockets, she made her way out into the blazing sunlight.

There really wasn’t much she could do right now, there were to many people, to many people always gave her a headache she couldn’t get rid of for days. And one was already beginning. Contently, she ran a slender finger up and down the sleek silvery barrel of her gun, no one knew what type it was, something she had picked up off the streets one day. In her other pocket was her fathers gun, something that she always carried around, for sentimental reasons only, she never fought with that one.

Ladanya walked on the sidewalks, people who knew her, respected her and didn’t dare try to steal anything from her. People who didn’t… well… they usually ended up with their face kicked in and dumped in a dumpster. She came across a bar, she heard police and a whole bunch of confusion. Slowly shaking her head, she continued walking, she paused in front of an alley, something didn’t seem right. She moved her head sharply and a bullet tore a hole in the very top of her jackets shoulder. “Missed me” she said grimly as she drew her gun from its holder. She could sense, the person, but where!

This happened on occasion, she would be fired upon, and she would never see her assailiants face, they just disappeared, she figured it was most likely a friend of one of those robbers that she had killed so long ago. Sighing, she sheathed the gun and rested on the wall right outside of the alleyway. Lighting a cigarette, she paused and sideglanced back into the alley, she sensed movement and a rare grin crossed her lips.

“Running from the cops are you? Cowardly thing to do, y’know, you really ought to be ashamed of yourself” she said coldly the grin vanishing from her face.

[AngelEyes]

Name:Ray
Age:21
Hair:long dark purple to her waist, shorter around her face.
Eyes:colbalt blue
Blood type:AB
Occupation:Bounty Hunter

Appearance:5'7'',Wears a short zip up yellow leather top, and maching shorts, ankle high white leather boots, a red belt hung loosly over her hips.usually weres bright red lips stick.

Bio:was born on Earth, but what part of Earth you ask, New York which soon became a mod seen for gangs and such.But to Ray that was home she grow up there as well, but her home soon would turn in to the place that she hated most when one day when Ray was 10 years old her parents were killed for no real reason at all, thats what you get when you live in such a out of touch place if you will.Ray ran away form what she used to call home, and was later taken in by a bounty hunter by the name off Lilly, Lilly was the hunter that was suppost to take down the outlaws that killed her family, but failled and felt compelled to protected Ray, and take her in.

By the time Ray was 17 she desided to leave, to go out on her own, as a professional bounty hunter.She soon made quite a reputation for herself takeing down some of the most notorious criminals out there.You may think her to be a very wealty girl, not so, it seems every time she get a bounty she ows somebody, and she not really the type to hold back on her word, not unless you desurve it ,that is.

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Ray sat down quietly on the sidewalk, a cigarette placed between her index and midle finger, as she layed her limp arm over her proped up leg the cigerettes ashes falling.

"Huh...Looks like a slow night..."She said takeing a puff.Then out of know where gun shots rang out from a near by club."Well looks like i might actually get myself a bounty."She said as she stood up dropping her cig to the floor stepping on it with her boot.She bent down to her left side grabing a gun from her leg gun holder.She brought it up to her face as she looked around the corrner, she could see all the out laws, and many other running out.

Then out of the corrned of her eyes she spoted a man.A slight smile crosed her red lips as she flowed him with out him knowing.She thought he looked like some one she new."I wounder?"She said to herself as she looked down at her wrist watch.A picture then came up beside it info on the him along with a bounty."Well mister i think you days have been numberd, looks like there a fary good bounty on you head, and i want it."She replied as she leand her back up agenst the brick wall the gun place in front of her ready to shoot if any one saw her.

Quietly she came walking up from behind him, placeing the gun to the back his head, the(Click, click).Is all that sounded from the gun."OK my little bounty, looks like your comeing with me, dont try any thing funny, or i will shoot''She said a smirk on her face that could be heard in her voice.

"Huh?.."She let out as she saw another person."Hey you."She called out to her."You with him, if not i suggest you get moveing, but if you chose to stay i would love for two bountys in one night."She then turned back to Teato."So mister Teato how about you came with me nice and easy, or we can do this thing the hard way."

[C.J.S]

Name: Carmine Santini
Age: 47
Job/Class: Unemployed
Description: A short man, about 5'7 or 5'8. Short black hair. Very business like. Wears a suit most of the time.
Bio: The son of deceased mob boss Vito Santini, Carmine did not inherit any of his fathers illegal income. At the age of fourty seven, Carmine lives in a large New Jersey suburb with his wife and two daughters. And although he claims to have no connection or dealings with his fathers past business partners or their jobs, the government still keeps a close eye on him.

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The convoy of four black BMW's slowly pulled up to the courthouse. The streets were littered with policemen and reporters and even civilians watched as son of former mob boss Carmine Santini got out of the third car. He was not alone, his attorney, David Kennel and four bodyguards stood with him as they proceeded into the court room. Policemen tried to build a barrier between him and the reporters, but they were determined. One reporter, from an Eyewitness news team managed to brake past and fall right before Carmine with a mic right into his face.

"Carmine, whats your comments on recent allegations that you were connected to the LaTonza drug bust just weeks ago?" Asked the reporter

One of his bodyguards, a tall muscular man with a ponytail and sunglasses tried to push her out of the way but Carmine stuck his head up and spit on her before he could do.

"Go ***** yourself!" Screamed Carmine as they rushed him into the courthouse.

Hours past as the trial proceeded. Then at around six at night, the hammer slammed down on the judges desk and his words sent an echo through everyones heart. "Guilty"..were his words. Guilty on six counts of murder, two counts of rape and one of intent to sell. The jury gave him fourty seven years without the chance of probation, like they were givin out candy. They spared him the death penalty because he was already close to fifty and was an unhealthy man. They didn't see him makin ten years in prison. An hour later, after everyone had picked themselves up and begun to stop crying over the sentence was he escorted out of the courthouse.

*****
Two Years Later

Carmine had managed to stay alive in the jails for a good amount of time. He got visitors every so often. His wife, his daughters, some cousins, but thats about it. Today was different though. An old friend, who had did some favors for the family in the old days came long.

"Well, I thought though I'd see you in the can." Said the friend
"Pft, well, yeah..Here am I. I never thought I'd see you on the other side of this glass." Said Carmine
"Well, you know how family works? We're always here for eachother." He replied
"What is it you want?" Carmine asked

He leaned in and tried to whisper.

"You want to be a free man once again?" He asked

Carmine looked at him with a bewildered face.

"How?"

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(Alright this can go kind of two ways. Either someone can help me get out of prison, or I can do it myself, get a bounty put on my head and then someone tries to collect it. Or..I'm open to other ideas. :))

[Tashiro]

As Teato rushed around a corner, he slid from such speed, catching himself on the ground and quickly getting back up. He comes upon a dark alley way, leading to hell knows where with garbage cans and piles of trash surrounding the area. He looks around, breathing pretty hard from all this running. He looks behind him, hearing a slight noise and seeing the outline of a person. Taking up his gun he sees the infared outline of the woman.

He eases his gun, letting it fall to his side with his hand as he sighs a breath of relief. "Coward Eh? Well you go ahead and take on a legion of police and tell me how you feel afterwards okay?" He chuckles lightly. "And I'll be ashamed of myself when I end up back in jail."

He suddenly feels the cold point of a gun to the back of his neck. He closes his eyes, tensing his grip on his gun, a look of anguish and annoyance on his face. "Which may be a little too soon." He continued. As he held up his hands, like a good little outlaw at gun point he looks to his captor. He smiles as his name is mentioned.

As his captor is suddenly distracted from the other woman, he took his chance. "I'll take my chances with the hard way." He says with a slight smirk on his face. Quickly flicking his arm up to move her arm away from his neck, releaving the gun from him. He turns to face her, taking his free arm to hold her wrist with the gun and the other pointed at her neck, pinning her other free arm to the wall with his arm with the gun. He lifted her arm as high as he could ((Note: She is 5'7")) Lifting her slightly off the ground, making it hard for her to kick. This attack would most likely hit because she was distracted by Ladanya.

"I'm sorry to interupt misses, 'bounty hunter', but I'm a really busy person, and shooting you would just be a waste of my bullets so let's cut to the chase. Drop your weapons and act, and I'd like to know some names here." He said to both the bounty hunter and the other 'mysterious woman'.

((I hope that's not too much cause I might not be on to see the rest on friday. I'll check on Thursday and hopefully get out of the way for a day.))

[JettaRuzena]

Name: Alisha Kohagen
Screen name: DamienX
Age: 19
Job/Class: HackerDescription: Tresses of deer purple fell barely past her jaw, bangs raped dramaticly over her left eye, barely hiding it's golden hue. Her smooth, pale skin a result of the darkness in which her work consumed her. A body both slim, yet fit a result of both running, and working. Her wardrobe consisted of baggy black jeans, barely kept hanging upon her hips by a studded silver belt, which the holster for her pistol clipped upon. Her skirt was a billow black satten, as were the fingerless gloves which covered delicute hands. Plain black kneeb boots clad her small feet, her pants tucking nicely into them.
Bio: To the world, she in known as DamienX. He, as everyone asumes, is one of the greatest Hackers aornud as of late. However, it wasn't always so. Alisha had been raised with a low class family on earth. At a young age it would be discovered that Alisha had a special talant for conputers. She could create a virus by the time she was eight, and hack into the world banks by age twelve. No one could figure it ouyt, but most assumed it had to do with her photogenic memory. When she was fifteen, Alisha had been arrested for hacking into private Military data bases, and would remain in galatic prison for three years, before brewaking free of her own accord. From there, the name Alisha Kohagen would fade away and people would forget that bright face, even her parents. From there, DamienX with rise and dominate the currcuts of technology and be yearned for by all athorities. Bounties would be put on -hi- head, millions of dollers in contracts would be offered to DamienX for the gaining of monet, politcal power and sometimes even information against the government. Now, after only a year out of prison, the name of DamienX would be known by all high power buisnes men, by all villans, all bounty hunters and outlaws. Most of all, the name DamienX would be wanted by all government officals. For, this young man, or so they think, has information enough to start an intergalatic war.

[JettaRuzena]

RightHandMan: So, you're -The- DamienX?"
DamienX: "That's me. What is it you want, right hand?"
RightHandMan: "Ah, touchy I see. Well, no need to get your mother board in a knot, Mr.X. I've contacted you on behalf of my employer."

Pink lips curved into a small smiled, and her fingers worked rapidly over the keys.

DamienX: "Alright, you have my attention. Tell me who your employer is, and why he/she wanted you to contact me."
RightHandMan: "My employer doesn't know I've contacted you, Mr.X. I am merely doing so because I believe my boss would benefit greatly with your...talants on his side."
DamienX: "You're a naughty right hand, man. However, I don't have time to sit here and chat. So cut to the chase or I'm logging off."
RightHandMan: "My you are impatient. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a woman. No matter, I am interested in your ability to get into illigal mainframes. Banks, military files, government files...that sort of thing. You'd be paid handsomely, of course.

Alisha leaned back in her soft leather chair, golden orbs reflecting the fluresent light off the screen. She sat silently, gnawing on her plush bottom lip and pondering over this new..offer. Surely she wasn't in need of funds, but...well, she could never dismiss a challange. Once again the sound of pattering keys filled the silent room.

DamienX: "Well, I haven't made up my mind. Perhaps a meeting, and more details would better peak my interest, RightHandMan. I'll send you the time and place. Eaither you show up then, or I walk."
RightHandMan: "Wonderful, I'll be there. My boss will be surprised and thrilled."
DamienX: "Just one more thing, don't look for me. I'll find you. You will be most...shocked when you meet me I think. Very few have, of course."
RightHandMan:"I look forward to it. See you then, Mr.X"
RightHandMan has logged off.

Alisha starred at her screen a long time before she flicked off the monitor. She stretched her cramped arms, rubbing the knot in her neck, and crawled into her meger bed. So, tomorrow she had a meeting. Why she'd even agreed, she didn't know. What she did know was that she had to be up and ready by 1200 hours, which was early for her.

So, without knowing of the trap she'd be walking into, she fell asleep. All nine locks on her door were secure, all her valuable information stored on disks which had been copied serveral times and hidden in many different locations. Life was good. For now..

[TeslaCoil]

Name: James McGuire
Age: 45
Job/Class: Admiral, United Systems Navy
Description: A military-hardened man in his 40's, Admiral McGuire stood 5'10" tall and weighted at 170 lbs, with wrinkled pale complexion, brown eyes and half-grayed out dark red hair. He would often be seen wearing his officer uniform. This would often be a black overcoat with both sleeves laced with golden stars and stripes to indicate his rank. The right side of it was decorated with medals, rank stripes and badges. On each shoulder was four stars, as an indication of his rank, while each of his collar sported the insignia of the United Systems Forces. This was worn with a pair of matching black pants and leather boots. Beneath his overcoat was a white shirt and navy blue tie. Topping all of that off was a white officer hat laced with golden olive branches with the symbol of the United Systems Navy on the front. On his hip was his customized .357 Magnum semi-auto handgun.
Bio: Admiral McGuire didn't began his life easily. Although his family was rich back in his hometown of New York City, his parents never cared much for their only son while having high expectations for the future Admiral. His parents sent him to a private boarding school at Washington DC in an early age. Although he did well in school, it occured to James that he could never fully satisfy his parents because the subject he excelled in (such as English and History) had nothing to do with his family's more business-oriented heritage. When his family finally went bankrupt, James' trouble grew worse. With his parents disputing over money, the young boy was sent to live in a temporary home for children with troubled families ran by social workers. At first he wasn't used to it, but James soon adapted to things. In fact, he liked living with the other children and the social workers better, because at least they cared about him more so than anything else. As James grew older, he joined the United Systems Forces and went into the Navy. He soon worked his way from a mere Cadet to full-time personnel working aboard warships. James soon grew accustomed to warships, he loved them. He got to command his first warship, a missile frigate, when he was promoted to Commander just as the Galaxy War errupted. His demonstrated skills in commanding warships soon earned him not only the respect from the higher brass of the USF, but also his quick rise to rank. As soon as he became Captain, the then-Captain McGuire became the helmsman of the USS George W. Bush. Under the tutelage of his mentor Admiral Ronald Williams, James became better at commanding a ship. When his mentor was killed in a battle, James took over the overall command of the Battlecruiser. His deeds and bravery shown in the war earned him two Silver Stars, three Bronze Stars, three Purple Hearts, a Distinguished Service Cross, a Navy Cross, two Legions of Merit, and one Medal of Honor. To this day, Admiral McGuire remained loyal to the USF and the Navy, and remained in command of the USS George W. Bush.
Ship (Opional)
Ship Name: George Washington-class Battlecruiser BBG-475, USS George W. Bush
Ship Description: Like all George Washington-class Battlecruisers, the USS George W. Bush is a large vessel about half the size of a space colony, with a crew (a combination between humans, synthetics and droids) rivaling the population of a typical city and capable of rivaling the most populated ones when carrying a full invasion force of a Marine regiment of the United Systems Marine Corps (8,000 Marines under normal circumstances). The Admiral had his own personal quarters, and special quarters were made for Secret Service agents who were assigned to protect top officers. The USS George W. Bush is shaped like a diamond with smooth and rounded edges, the bridge was placed near the stern of the Battlecruiser, and painted in light blue. It had five pairs of large thruster nozzles in the back.
Ship Special Equipment (Optional): 70 Twin Hyperlaser turrets (ship-to-ship combat/orbital bombardment), 50 Plasma turrets (ship-to-ship combat), 100 Quad Laser turrets (anti-starfighter), 20 Dual Proton Torpedo Tubes (ship-to-ship combat) and 10 Heavy Particle Cannons (orbital bombardment) divided evenly on each side of the ship. On the bottom were two Heavy Duty Tractor Beams. To complement all this firepower, the targeting computers were all upgraded. 5 Zeus Mk III Mega-Reactors powered the USS George W. Bush, while the standard Aegis Mk IV shield generators were used to support its shielding. To add further punch to the Battlecruiser, the USS George W. Bush also carried two full squadron of SF/A-35 Raptor Mk V multirole starfighters, and a squadron of SB-45 Viking Mk II bombers. For planetary assaults, a full regiment of Marines stood by with 70 M243 Patton Mk III tanks (as small as a WWII Sherman tank, thanks to a fully automated turret), 90 M250 APCs, 1200 M89 Leopard scout vehicles (similar to the Warthogs of Halo), 3000 Cheetah scout cycles, 2000 CD408 Stillwell combat droids (reminiscent to the ED-209 in Robocop), 48 M78 Thunderstrike MLRSs, 50 M600 Sioux assault walkers (think the Goliaths from Starcraft), 30 M504 MacAuthur 150mm artillery walkers, a squadron of UD50 Iroqouis assault gunships along with 30 Custer dropships. Backing these up where 1000 resupply and engineering vehicles. For deployment of special forces, the M482 Spec-Ops Insertion Pods could be launched from Proton Torpedo Tubes to insert the elite Chameleon Recon and Phantom Force into hostile planets for covert missions. On normal circumstances, the Battlecruiser would carry a small portion of the assault force and few heavy equipment.

Name: Alan Ford
Age: 23
Job/Class: Lt. Commander (fighter squadron leader), United Systems Navy
Description: Alan stood at 5'6" tall and weighted at 175 lbs, with pale complexion, green eyes and dirty blonde hair. He would either be seen dressed in his brown leather coat over his tan BDUs, his officer uniform, or his olive flight suit with a white vest over it (sort of like what the pilots of Rogue Squadron in Star Wars would wear), a white flight helmet and a red visor. He carried a standard issue .40 pistol in his hip holster.
Bio: Alan was born and raised on the Mars colony, coming from a middle-class family which were capable of supporting themselves with some degree of ease. His past was plain and dull, neither happy, sad nor painful. However, his life did make a turn for the better when he got fascinated with flying a spacecraft. He was especially intrigued by starfighter combat as he'd read in the old Star Wars novels, particularly by the exploits of Wedge Antilles and Rogue Squadron as they took on the Empire and blew up two Death Stars despite almost impossible odds (read: dizzying amount of TIE Fighters/Interceptors and a fleet of Star Destroyers). As he grew old enough, Alan enlisted for the United Systems Forces and went to the Navy. After graduating from the Lunar Town Academy, Alan went to Earth to get his training as a starfighter pilot, where he discovered his hidden talents for flying a starfighter and became one of the top scoring trainees. Alan soon got his baptism by fire as the Galaxy War errupted, he soon made a name for himself as one of the best ace pilots of the USF and the Navy, on par with other Navy and Marine Corps (The Marine Corps also had starfighters) ace pilots and beating some of them. The squadron he served with was one of the most renouned, the 101st Fighter Squadron, also affectionately known as Flippy Squadron (named for a character from Happy Tree Friends, a murderous war vet bear that killed other characters off in a PTSD-induced psychotic killing frenzy). Flippy Squadron was assigned to the USS George W. Bush, and Alan had served long aboard the Battlecruiser during the war. He also found himself at home with Flippy Squadron, it felt just like Rogue Squadron in the Star Wars novels, except this was real. He had seen friends came and went as the war went on, but he stayed in Flippy Squadron by the time he was ranked as Lt. Commander with 78 kills. He had won two Air Medals, two Distinguished Flying Crosses, a Navy Cross, a Distinguished Service Cross, two Silver Stars and a Medal of Honor throughout his career. He became second in command of the squadron until the squadron commander retired. Since then, Alan became leader of the squadron, and made himself an exploit that rivalled that of Wedge Antilles, Alan's own idol.
Ship (Opional)
Ship Name: SF/A-35 Raptor Mk V
Ship Description: A well-designed starfighter and the staple of the USF aerial power, the Raptor Mk V was a highly capable multirole starfighter. The designers of this craft were intrigued by starfighter designs from sci-fi movies, and hence experimented with a fighter that had four wings, one above another in an X pattern to immitate the X-Wings of Star Wars. Unfortunately, folding them together seemed impractical, so they went for a fixed design instead. The four wings were inspired by the F/A-18E Super Hornet of the 21st Century, but made wider and longer. The two tail stablizers were also inspired by the same design as Super Hornet. In between the wings were two main thruster units, and a mini-booster unit at each root of the wing to give extra power. For Flippy Squadron, this craft was painted in charcoal gray and green streaks, and a picture of Flippy on each stablizer fins.
Ship Special Equipment(Optional): The Raptor Mk V was equipped with four particle pulse cannons at the edge of each wing, with a antimatter torpedo launcher in its fuselage. Under the USF's upgrade program, it had been upgraded with the latest avionics and upgraded AI to assist pilots in combat. Its new General Electric RX-8900 Turbo thrusters added to its already great performance.

[Heiryck]

Name: Azrael
Age: 18
Job/Class: drifter/hired hand
Description: A 6"2" 220 pound milk chocolate skin man, his hair was black straight and shoulder lenght with two braids in the front. As his hair usually hung down in his face it couldn't hide his distinctive neon pink eyes. He typically wore a black opened coat that stopped right under his pectorals. The collar of the jacket stood high to his nose and slopped down to nothing as it reached the back of his neck. Underneath his coat he wore a white t-that seemed to held down by a set of black suspenders. He wore a pair of white pants but over the white pants he wore a black overlay, that went all the way down his pants on his back, right, and left side. The middle of the overlay was a black triangle that stopped at his knees.
Bio: Keith Ashford was more of a test subject than a real son to his father. Before he was even born his father was dishonorably discharge from the army, for convincing soldiers to take his viral enhancements that litterally created monsters. Seeing as there was no place better than Seattle Washington to raise his future ruler of the Universe Keith's father moved. Instead of looking for love he spent his time looking for someone with the same desires in science as him, it wasn't too long after he Keith's mother that she had already became pregnant. While in the womb he was injected with all sorts of things, to make him superior. Needless to say it worked to some degree his ability to learn was soon proven when he hit the age of one and was speaking fluent english, spanish, and japanese. His father under estimated his intelligence and it lead to a failure in his experiment, Keith had ran away when he 12 and fled to Alanta Georgia. There he began building his dream. At the age of 15 he had finished his dream and did away with his name...he is now known as Azrael

Ship Name: Angelina/Angel/Angelus
Ship Description: The ship is made completely out of nanomachines and has three forms. Well rather two parts and one of those parts shape shifts. Angelina wasn't a small ship nor a large ship, she had about 15 rooms that held two people in each. This ship looked very similar to a B2 Stealth bomber. here (http://www.danshistory.com/b2main.jpg)

Angel was the other part of the whole, it was a solid black ship. That looked like this here (http://www.tj-grosnet.com/photos/other_company/yukikaze_2.jpg)
And Angel when need to transformed into a battle unit named Angelus that looked like this here (http://www.epy0n.com/images/epyon.jpg)
Ship Special Skills: Each of them come with their own special AI. Angelina comes with a nice defensive barrier, that duals a haul cutter for ramming. Angel comes with a clocking device and dual omni directional pulsion units, that allow it to turn any direction on a hair. Angelus comes with a single omni direction pulsion and engery beam sword. But all three come with your standard vulcan turrets.

[AngelEyes]

Ray strugeled a bit as he grabed her arm pointing the gun to her neck, she gasped as she was held up agenst the wall.There was no good in kicking him considering that she was lifted a good ways up by the man.

"Sorry to interupt"Misses bounty hunter",but i'm a real busy person, and shooting you would just be a wast of my bullets so lets cut to the chace,Drop you weapon and act,and i'd like to know some
names."

"Names?"She said suprised then a sly smile crosed her lips."Fine,no problem, you need some names, and i'm wasting my time with you, So i'll give the names you want, and i want you to tell me where i can get a few good bountys."But your going to have to trust me if were going to be exchangeing infomation, deal?"She said her eyes moveing over to the gun that layed one the floor.It would be good to know where her weapon was just incases this outlaw go out of hand.But in the mean time she would really apreate it if he would remove his hand from her arm.

[Tashiro]

Teato looked at the bounty hunter with a glare, not trusting her to his full extent. He looked to her gun that clanked to the ground and slowly puts her to the ground, releaving his grip from her wrist but still having a hold upon it. He puts his own gun in its holster, deactivating the eyepiece that was held infront of his right eye. He then pulls her to the side, away from the gun, and leans down quickly to pick up her gun, holding it by the grip, not giving it to her yet. Being pulled away would not most likely give her a chance to do anything as he picked up her gun.

"Let's come to some agreement here and a certain understanding. I am not going to become some weasel to my kind. You can't expect me to give names of those I work beside." He said, pointing her gun at her, not going to shoot, just for gesturing effects. He looks over to the other woman, seeing her in the shadows, keeping a close watch upon her as well. He looks back to the bounty hunter. "Besides...I thought you were the bounty hunter." He chuckles slightly and lets go of her wrist completly, moving back from her, still pointing her gun at her head.

"Now, here is my condition...." He said, still backing away as he glanced over at the other woman, then back to Ray. "I'd like to hear your name first and the people, if there were, any that wanted my bounty. If you answer in a nice, easy manner, I will consider giving your gun back. Deal?" He said with a devilish smirk on his face.

[AngelEyes]

Now heres my condition..."He said backing away glancing over to the other woman, then back at her.""I'd like to hear your name first and then all the people, if there were, any that wanted my bounty.If you answer in a nice easy manner, i will consider giveing your gun back.
Deal?"He said with a devilish smirk on his face.

Ray walked back wards a few steps leaning with her back up agenst the wall, one leg proped up."No deal."She said camly, her arms crosed over her chest."Who do you think i am?"She then presed off from the wall, and started to walk closer to him, untill passing by him.

"Its Ray."She said her name from behing him.Before walking off out of the ally, the shadows falling opon her."You can keep the gun!"She called out to him.

Huh!What a fool."She said to herself fliping a strand of hair off her shoulder."Theres other bountys running free out there, and i'm in need of some serious cash."

[Goth Preistess]

Ladanya watched all this with a considerable amount of interest, in her view, the man was merely showing off what a big bad tough boy he was. To her, bounty amounts meant nothing, most convicts had just gotten lucky, but if you put them to a spontaneous test, they were hardly worth the dollar signs placed on them. Listening to the two talk, she sighed and leaned back in the shadows, slowly becoming more bored by the second.

Had she not known better, she would have said that this female bounty hunter was trying to get on the good side of this boy. Well, she did have a gun to her head, a small smirk graced her pale lips. She pushed off the back of the wall and walked over silently. Not much she could do besides watch this little drama blossom.

"Its Ray."She said her name from behing him.Before walking off out of the ally, the shadows falling opon her."You can keep the gun!"She called out to him.

She raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the man and grinned again. “Looks like you have an admirer, pretty stupid little thing isn’t she? Leaving her weapon in the hands of the person she was hunting?” She commented, she glanced at her watch then at him. “I’m moving on, I can’t take much more of this stupidity and amateur game of cops and robbers. I needed a partner on something, for a moment it appeared you’’d fit in perfectly.” She said icily. She reached up and patted him on the head. “come and find me when your mature enough to just kill and not ask questions.”

“Ciao” she said walking off with a slight wave of her hand. What a waste of my time. She ran a hand through her hair and blew another wisp of gray smoke from her lips.

[CSF]

Kenneth lowered the ship, the sun light reflecting off the sea's waves. The water got closer and closer. Finally the ship reached the water, streams of ocean water flying up on either side of the hub, the cockpit shaking slightly as he hit.

The ship finally came to a stop near the landing dock. The ship finally stopped, Kenneth stepped out, the cockpit lifting up, stepping out, he removed the ignition key, Ami immediatley spoke afterwards. "Security system activated."

Stepping out, Kenneth walked down the crowded walkway, hundreds of tourists walked by. Kenneth forced his way through them, finally reachinf the 'Bounty Checker.' A machine that let bounty hunters see what bounties were worth catching. Kenneth scrolled down, about the twentieth one down read:

Kenneth Wintersmith:

15 Accounts of Hit and Run
6 Accounts of Arsen
8 Accounts of Armed Robbery

Reward: 30,000 Credits

Kenneth quickly went wide eyed and logged out of the screen. He ducked his head down, trying not to get noticed, he gradually walked towards the repair shop, Kenneth needed to get his ship's body detailed to make sure the scars and dents would not show up.

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Larson walked down the huge marbled hallways. Red tinted lights reflected on the ground, on the walls and onto Larsen's body. His head bowed down hiding his eyes.

Suddenly an assitant of his assistant approached Larson and spoke. "Your hacker is in." He smirked slightly as he spoke back.

"Good."

Walking down to the end of the hall, he finally reached a large door, encarvings of dragons devouring human covered it. He opened the doors, a huge room with many windows surrounding the place, with of course a marble floor. Directly in the middle of the room was a clear window covered elevator.

Larson opened the elevator and stepped in. A worker approached the elevator before the door closed. "Sir, Mr. Mike Douglas wishes to meet with you and discuss the Red Door Gang problem."

Larson just looked at the low ranking man and let the elevator doors close, this lead him to the bottom floor. There, he saw a man, standing, sweating. A decently attractive man, young and well built. It was the leader of the Stings gang. Larson could care less for his death, but his rival was a force that posed a threat to the Black Tears.

"What do you know?" Larson asked as he placed his hands behind his back, stepping into the middle of the bottom huge room, a giant black tear was engraved into the floor.

The man spoke. "Our spies found out that the boss, Antonio, is taking Body Pumps." Body Pumps were the new age steroids, these had no side affects, and were illegal everywhere, not that it mattered in this situation, but a gang leader using body pumps could very easily become addicted to it and in a rare case become immune to pain, making him a furious killing machine.

Larson nodded at the comment. "We shall take our leave immediatley."

[AngelEyes]

Ray now speed down the street in her sleek black car the tiers screeching as she spead along the corrner, as she drove down the road,fingers tapping on the stearing weal."Come now move your ass out of my way!"She shouted in her car getting a little impatient with the traffic.

"Finaly!"She said as the cars started to give way,She took her chance and compleatly floored it.She soon came up to the crowded walkway , where hundreds of tourists walked by."Well well well."She siting in her car now off."Time to see what new bountys are up."She then got up out of her car, it locked with a "beep".Ray walked throught the packs of bounty hunters as well as others, cutting in line if you will.

"Hey!A man called out a bit upset that she had the nearve to cut past him."What do you think your doing lady? the man said grabing at her arm tightly"Piss."Whats it look like balddy, i'm cuting off you fat ass."Why you little..."Ray cut him off with a little knee jab to the croch."That should do it,See ya."She said with a big smile as if she was proud of her action.The other people around her seemed to move out of her was mostly the man.(duh)

When Ray got to the Bounty Cheacker , she scroled down the names the bountys beside them."Nah, nope,What are they crazy this is chump chang!"She then gave a exosted sigh closeing her eyes for a moment then reopening them looking back at the screen.Her eyes them got the attention of a name Kenneth Wintersmith, her eyes then motion to the bounty.

"30,000Credits!"She said shocked.She then loged out of there walking away from the cheacker."Huh...?"She let out noticing a very odd looking character (Kenneth), that walked away to a repair shop.She thought she would follow to see what was up with that man, just in case, pluse she needed a new gun, a better gun.

[TeslaCoil]

Somewhere around the orbit of the ice planet of Jerl-Morgami, which laid just two hours of hyperspace travel from Pluto, a major confrontation was about to take place as two fleets of warships stoodby and seemed ready to fight. One of the fleets was the United Systems Forces' 6th Fleet. At its core were two George Washington-class Battlecruisers, USS George W. Bush and USS Dwight D. Eisenhower. They were accompanied by two Winston Churchill-class Battlecruisers, USS Margaret Thatcher and USS Tony Blair. Further away from the inner core of the USF fleet were four Texas-class Light Battlecruisers, USS Texas, USS Oregon, USS North Carolina, and USS California. Further away were three Guadalcanal-class Assault Ships, USS Mogadishu, USS Iwo Jima,and USS Nasiriyah. Each of these Assault Ships carried a full contingent of 46,000 Marines, in addition to regiments and battalions of Marines carried by the larger Battlecruisers and Light Battlecruisers which added up to at least a full division worth of USF Marines. Backing these ships were the Halifax-class Frigates and Type 46-class Missile Frigates. Far at the back of the fleet was a convoy of freighters carrying humanitarian aid supplies and intergalactic relief workers.

The Winston Churchill-class Battlecruisers were configured differently than the George Washington-class Battlecruisers. Besides of being slightly smaller than the George Washington-class, the Winston Churchill-class also differed in weapons layout. It had 46 Twin Hyperlaser turrets, 44 Railgun turrets, 20 Heavy Railgun turrets instead of the Proton Torpedo Tubes, 50 Ion Cannon turrets and 92 Tripple Laser turrets. The Texas-class Light Battlecruisers retained some of the George Washington-class' weaponry, but reduced to fit the size of the ships. 60 Twin Hyperlaser turrets, 40 Plasma turrets, 94 Quad Laser turrets, 40 Concussion Missile Launchers and 6 Heavy Particle Cannons. The Guadalcanal-class Assault Ships weren't bad themselves, as they had enough teeth to hold their own in groups with 40 Twin Hyperlaser turrets, 10 Plasma turrets and 60 Quad Laser turrets. Not that they needed to be heavily armed anyway, since the Assault Ships' role was to bring in the Marines during planetary assaults, which would happen soon.

The opposing fleet comprised mainly of indigenously made warships which were just as capable as ships of the United System Forces. 5 Djourni-class Battleships made up the core of the opposing fleet, 4 Gravin City-class Light Battleships backing them up along with several frigates, gunboats and other supporting light craft. These ships looked different from the USF ships as they had a bit more streamlined design, long and narrow with a round bow which made them look somewhat like submarines in space. Their firepower was equal of any USF ships. These vessels were once part of the Colonial Self-Defense Force, but recently a ruthless warlord had taken over the planet, the double colonies of Gravin City and Djourni, and its people before the CSFD could react. The colonies was established by a private corporation known as the Pacer Corporation, a corporate organization famous for helping with the construction of the colony on Mars and terraforming Venus. The United Systems Forces decided to take action when he began starving the colonists to death in retaliation to Pacer Corporation asking the USF for help. This was why the 6th Fleet had arrived. There was another reason, however, as recent intelligence suggested that this warlord had some ties with the Black Tears Syndicate.

Commanding the formidable 6th Fleet was Admiral James McGuire, from his flagship USS George W. Bush. He stood there at the bridge of his ship, which he had commanded for years, looking towards the viewports at the enemy fleet arrayed against his. The Admiral's eyes scanned everyone of the bridge crew and officers as they worked restlessly on the consoles. "Admiral, sir. All weapon systems are hot, shields up. We are ready to engage at your command." said one of the bridge officers. Another officer got up from her seat as she got something on her console. "Admiral, we're recieving a transmission from the opposing fleet commander. They're hailing us, sir." said the female communications officer. "Put it through the main hailing channel immediately." Admiral McGuire ordered, even though he knew what to expect already from his experience in combat. "Yes, sir." the communications officer nodded and began putting the transmission through. As soon as it was patched through, a large screen came up showing a broad, bearded man looking sternly at the Admiral. "Attention, intruders, I'm General Lester Armstrong. You're violating the territory of the Jerl-Morgami colonies and the soverignty of our leader, President Ivring Rogers. Leave now, and we will forget this ever happened." said the man proclaiming himself to be General Armstrong. Admiral McGuire was disgusted by his words as he took them, looking right into the eyes of his enemy. "I say you listen up, scumbag. This is Admiral James McGuire of the United Systems Forces, you're the ones who had violated the soverignty of this planet and starved the people to death. Surrender now, or I'll be forced to take action in order to give this planet back to its rightful rulers." the Admiral replied. "Return the planet to the greedy corporates, Admiral? I'm afraid I can't let you do that, nor would I bow down to a dog who rolls over to the corporations." General Armstrong replied. The Admiral sighed, knowing that he had no other choices. "You'd left me with no other choices. You're bringing this upon yourselves, you scum." Admiral McGuire spoke with a stern yet grieved tone, then cuts the hailing frequencies.

The Admiral now looked at the holographic map as he could see the enemy ships moving in towards his fleet. The smaller ships were moving in to attack the humanitarian convoy at the back. He knew just how to respond as he looked back up to the bridge crew. "Have North Carolina and Oregon lead the left flanking prong, California and Texas would lead the right prong. Have both prongs go around them using some of the Frigates and hit them in the back. Keep some of our Frigates and our Assault Ships to protect the humanitarian convoy. We'll hang back with the Eisenhower, Margaret Thatcher and Tony Blair for a bit, then slowly close in. Order all ships to deploy starfighters." the Admiral commanded, and quickly the bridge officers relayed the command to the rest of the fleet. The bridge shook a bit as the USS George W. Bush took hits from the enemy light frigates while they swung around to attack the humanitarian convoy at the rear. The Admiral's flagship returned fire with Plasma turrets and Hyperlaser turrets. USS Tony Blair and USS Margaret Thatcher could be seen moving forward just a bit, then stopped as they both fired their Railguns at the enemy capital ships as the beautiful straight blue corkscrew trails lanced across the space. "Lock onto the enemy flagship and fire Proton Torpedoes. Take evasive actions." Admiral McGuire commanded just as the USS George W. Bush took a hit from an enemy torpedo.

Already inside the cockpit of his Raptor Mk V starfighter, Alan and the rest of Flippy Squadron had taken off as they had exited the hangar bays of the USS George W. Bush. From his cockpit, Alan had witnessed the brilliant yet terrible maelstrom of the battle unfolded before him. Lights of various colors flashed by as both fleets began to really trade fire with each other. The enemy had even deployed their own starfighters which were created by the Pacer Corporation, shaped somewhat like manta rays and armed with laser cannons and missile launchers. Small explosions errupted among the stars as starfighters mixed it up, and it wasn't long before Flippy Squadron would get its share of the action. "Alright, Flippy Squadron. Let's engage." Alan spoke through his com-link, just as he sped ahead and the of his squadron broke up. After weaving through laser shots and ships, Alan found himself looking at an enemy Stingray fighter. Smirking, he fired a few bursts from his particle pulse cannons until he had destroyed it, seemed that these craft were somewhat thinly shielded. "Scratch one!" Alan announced, just as he juked away from laser blasts coming at him.

The other pilots of Flippy Squadron were putting their superb trainings and experiences to use as they took down more enemy fighters that got in their way, and Alan was impressed. He had another Stingray fighter in his sights, he opened fire as the enemy attempted to dodge. Alan gave chase as his target began to weave around in hopes of shaking the Raptor Mk V. "Come on." Alan gritted his teeth as he opened fire once more, hitting the Stingray a few times and damaged it. The Stingray rolled until it was flying upside down, then pulled up to dip down. Alan knew exactly what his opponent was up to, as he did that move sometimes to shake enemy fighters off his tail and turn the tables on them. Using the brakes, Alan pulled up until he pulled a tight U-turn, which resulted in his fighter flying the other way upside down. The Stingray which had just evaded Alan ended up behind him briefly and opened fire, hitting the Raptor Mk V two times. Alan grunted in his cockpit and watched his shields went down as his AI warned him of how much shields remained. Fortunately, payback wasn't too far away as the Stingray had just overshot him, once again placing itself in front of Alan's sights. Without hesitation, he opened fire and blasted the Stingray to space debris.

[kirara1]

Name: Rose Setire

Age: 25

Job/Class: Intergalactic Police Sheriff

Description: White hair, White skin, Shocking Blue eyes, Shocking Red lips, 5' 7" tall,
on the job: Blue Police suit http://www.jojo.id.au/journal/images/alba-invisible-woman.jpg but without the four and with armor on the arms, legs, and chest and a helmet
off the job: Tight blue tank shirt with a white jacket and white pants.
CARRIES HER GUN WITH HER AT ALL TIMES.

Bio: She grew up in 030 and when she was 10, some outlaws murdered her parents when they broke into her home. She grew up on the streets since then and learned how to fight quickly. Rose didn't like what she saw on 030. Everyone was poor, but they were using it as an excuse to commit crimes. Angered by this she became bound and determined to change it. To prove to everyone that a person who is poor does not have to steal for a living. She also wanted to stop the killings of innocents like her parents. She learned to pilot a ship and flew to Earth to apply to be an Intergalactic Policeman. She excelled in the career and was promoted to Sheriff of the Alpha regiment, the best Police crew in the galaxy.

Ship name: Alpha Elite

Ship Description: http://www.vfxhq.com/1997/stills/starship/mini/fleet1.gif

Ship Special Skills:

-1500 splinter missles
-4000 heat seeking missles
-900 attack guns
-300% sheilds
-Unimaginable speed
-Dock for smaller attack ships to exit and enter the Alpha Elite


IC:

Rose was off duty today. The General had allowed her and her crew a day of vacation on Earth. The ship was in the dock, gaurded by 60000 military personel, so she had no fear. She was on her way to the repair shop. Her father's prized gun needed a new barrel. It had begun to stick.

Rose walked into the shop and spoke to the manager, Trey. He was a sweet old man, but he really knew his technology.
"Hi ya, Trey! I was wondering if you had a replacement barrel for this gun?" She showed him the prized posession.

"Rose! You're looking good today! Yeah! You came at the right time! There's only one of these left! I'll go get it for ya sweetie." He walked into the back of the shop out of sight.

Rose stood in front of the counter and started looking around at the items on the wall.

There was a bell sounding behind her and she turned to see a man walk in with his head bent slightly. She looked him over to see what he could do. That was one of the reasons she captured so many of the outlaws. She watched before striking. The man was acting like he was in a hurry. Rose heard the TV reports going on outside but payed no attention to them.

"Sir, the owner's in the back. Is there any way I can help you?" Rose asked him. After all, he might be an honest citizen wanting to fix something.

[Mr_GrinReaper]

Name: Vahn Kacheter (van cash-at-e)
Age: 24
Job/Class: Bounty Hunter
Description: He is tall and lanky, with a somewhat dazed expression on his face, belaying his true awareness, he wears a dark blue shirt and black pants, with black sneakers worn on his feet. His hair is light brown, and managable, and cut short, but not too short, medium
Ship (Optional)
Ship Name: Firebird III
Ship Description: It is a red speeder, converted into a fighter by Vahn himself, it is very speedy, and emphasizes manuverability over armor
Ship special equipment:
Twin-linked dual mounted H-razor machine guns
A solar battery powered plasma cannon
A custom-hyperspace drive allowing him to go into hyperspace without the use of hyper space gates
Airlock, and boarding gear, for dog-fights in space

IC:

As I walked down the crouded street, I looked around, maybe I'd see someone who I could snag. I brought up all of the bounty information I had downloaded on to my wrist computer. I saw a few names at the top of the list, one was already caught, one dead, and one had turned himself in. The only highlighted one left was Kenneth Wintersmith, and he was listed as having last been seen heading for earth. "Perfect." I muttered, "But what a weird name..."

I began to walk down the street, observing one girl walk out of a bounty both, and then seem to stride away, with a purpose. I decided to follow her, if she was on to a bounty, I could very well get it first. As I walked, I loaded my pistol, and checked my inside pockets, where two emergency grenades were stored. My suitcase in hand, containing my other last resort, a sub-machine gun by the name of IANI- Intelligent Animatronic Nural Interface, I begin the preinterfacing process, just in case, you can never be too careful.

[Heiryck]

"Dreams only drifting through space, gone now forever, man's destiny and a curse." Azrael spoke as he took his right hand and slid his behind his ears. His neon pink eyes lit up as he looked out the front window to only see emptiness that had comsumed a few years of his life. Space had become to the new ocean's in which to explore new terroritory, and like most Azrael had fallen victim to it's promises. But for him space was the only place free enough to lighten his haunting past.

"Time has passed long enough. Time for a new job and I have one already lined up for you." Angelina's Omninous voice stretched throughout the bridge. She looked at Azrael's face as it seemed to say oh really. "It is a rescue mission. A man named Carmine Santini, a former mob boss.....On earth. I've made arrangements and they have already one half of the payment. One bottle of wine from 2000. The other will be Batman issue #438.

His hands rest against the see through main terminal, his head dropped and his hair fell on to his face. "You know I hate that place." Azrael's tone become a soft whisper. He arches his neck back in order to look out the window. The emptiness of space became his comfort once again as he tried to smile. "How long until arrival?" His voice had returned back to normal. He propped himself up on an invisible chair infront to the terminal awaiting his desired answer.

"Two hours and twelve minutes.....Here is the layout of the prison." A screen appeared infront of Azrael. "It will list the kind of security system they are using and what the gaurds are equipped with." She let him studied the map for a little bit before breaking his concentration "Your target will be located in one of these three positions; his cell, visitor center, and outside gym." One by one a map from the drop point to those locations went up. "Most likely Angel can do a scan for him if he is outside, if he is that will make your job easier and if he isn't you are only down to two possibilites. Which still makes your job a lot easier. Oh yes speaking of Angerl, she tried to hack into my computer to watch you taking a shower again."

"I'll talk to her again, but first I'll look these over in my room so I can take a nap." Azrael gets up slowly with his eyes still locked on the details displayed infront of him. "Oh and could you send a slice of pepperoni pizza to my room...thanks." He turns around and walks off without looking back. After making it to his room he ate and fell asleep. He was awakend by the alarm Angelina had set for him, it was only thirty minutes until arrival time.

[Tashiro]

Teato watched as the bounty hunter simply left. He had never had that happen before and was sort of glad, and sort of annoyed by it all. He looked at the gun, not bad, just needed some simple modifications of his own. He shrugs and shoves through his belt, keeping it secure and safe. He watched the bounty hunter leave. "Ray...." He says, testing out the name as she left. He looks to the other woman that was there as she spoke.

He watched her with seemingly little interest, leaning on a wall with rolled eyes. "Like I'd work with someone who just stands there, watching the action instead of doing something." He listened to the rest of her lecture. "Mature?! What do you know? Looks like to me your lazy?" He ran up to walk with her, rushing to get beside her. "I don't see what your problem is, and what is this job your offering."

The thing was, he was low on credit. He needed the money, for simple needs, food, shelter, etc....And right now, he wasn't doing so good, so maybe this 'offer' wouldn't be a bad idea. What was bad about it, was the person offering the job. "Listen, I see your gonna need my help for this job because, as you said you were recruiting. So, help me out here for a sec. Give me a test or a skill that may impress you to your liking, I mean.....You need me, and I need the credit? Can't beat a hand willing to help?"

[JettaRuzena]

When her alarm went off at 1100 hours, Alisha groaned and rolled over to her side, slamming her fist down on the "Off" button. Slowly, she proped herself up on her right arm, wiping the sleep from her bloodshot eyes.

"Dammit, I should have made the meeting later.."

The automatic food dispencer she'd redesigned was already pouring her a hot cup of black coffee, and popping up some toast. At least she didn't have to cook. While her computer skills surpassed that of any living organism, her demestic skills ran next to zero on the points chart.
Still grogy, she pulled herself up from bed and walked towards her small bathroom. As she passed her computers, she switched everything on from a simple button. The computers fired up, and a electronic voice rang out to her;

"Good morning, Damien."

"Morning is right, PC. How did you sleep?"

"I'm afraid I don't sleep, you merely turn me off. However, I suppose if I did sleep, it would of slept well thank you."

Alisha chuckled as she undressed and entered her new cleansing unit. A quick spray, rince, washing, and another rise. No time for a soak this morning. She dressed today in a rather darring outfit. For a female, anyway. Her pants, as always, were a baggy black, but this time the hems fell right to the floor, even covering her anckle boots. Again, her studded belt barely held them to her slim hips.
Her black bra could easily be seen beneath her black fish-net shirt. Her pale skin contrasting nicely with both, giving her a very sext look today.
As usual she wore her hair down, and put on her fingerless gloves. Gotta be comfortable. However, something different would have to be the accessories that would acompany her wardrobe today. A spike coller, along with her silver cross, doned her pale neck, and hcains hung from the belt loops in her pants. Her inner-pants holster carried an old fashioned firstar and today her holster held her browning hi-power complete with her own special bullets.
Black eyeliner, nailpolish, and the tongue bar-bell, nose ring and three ear rings on each side completed the outfit. Yup, today she was going gothic. Her new contract holder was going to be very surprised.

Grinning, she walked back out into the main room of her apartment, and sat infront of PC to drink her coffee and eat her toast. She checked her IM's, and answering service but had no new messages. After she finished her light breakfast, she switched PC off so no one could track his signal, even if they were able to get past her recostomed firewall, and the eletronic shield she had around her place, and picked up her bag.
In it she placed her laptop, a portable phone, her credit card which held 200 legal credits, and a set of copied disks. Then, after locking up, she headed out into the sun-lit streets below.

When she started down the busy street, avoiding any contact with any other person around, she noted the many male eyes following her and grinned. Ah, pigs. Amusing they are. Still grinning, she caught a local 'bus' and headed out of town.
At her stop, she stepped off and headed in the "Majestic Food Palace" looking around. It would seem her employer was late, and that just piffed her off. Frowning, she walked to a far table, out of sight, and pulled her laptop from the bag.

Within only a few moments, she had hacked into the RightHandMan's mainframe and found the name of his employer, his address, and even his portable number. Having the information she needed, she logged off, closed her lap top and put it away.
Pulling out her portable phone, she dialed the number she had gotten. When Larson picked up, she spoke very clearly.

"Mr.Larson, this is Damien. Your people contacted me and set up a meeting. I'm here, which means you're very late. I was told you, personaly, would meet me. If you are not here within the hour, our deal is off and I walk. So, you'd better hurry."

Smiling, she hung up on any protest he might of made and then..waited. Obviously he'd know she was a woman by now, and if he chose not to come because of it, well that was his loss. However, Alisha had more a feeling that he'd be even more intrigued to meet the great DamienX, whom was female! Ordering only a drink, Alisha sat and waited, drumming her fingers on the table top. He had 30 minutes to get here..

[CSF]

Kenneth heard a voice, "Sir, the owner's in the back. Is there any way I can help you?" Kenneth looked in the reflection of the gun display case. He saw an officer uniform. He gulped greatly, not facing her yet, he looked in front of him looking for something to cover his face with. He then found the only thing that he could use. An old gas mask. Kenneth sighed and quickly placed it over his face, this as well covered his entire head including his hair. He turned to face her, the mask looked unusual in this place. "Umm, no thanks. "Hey Trey, Tear needs the usual, I'm also buying a gas mask, just charge it on my card!"

"Gotcha!" Trey responded from the back of the store.

Kenneth bowed at the attractive girl and made his way out of the shop. Walking towards an old empire building, where hopefully no one would find him. He stepped in, removing the mask and taking the stairs to the roof. He stood up there, the sun now well high into the sky. The wind was blowing pretty hard, his hair moving greatly in the movments, hopefully he could stay up here long enough for his ship to get detailed, so he could just run from this planet. It was strange, Kenneth tried to make a name of himself, but found himself always running from his past and confrintations.


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"Mr.Larson, this is Damien. Your people contacted me and set up a meeting. I'm here, which means you're very late. I was told you, personaly, would meet me. If you are not here within the hour, our deal is off and I walk. So, you'd better hurry." Then there was a dial tone. Larson merely smirked as he spoke to himself.

"Patience patience my dear, you will get your just reward." Larson clicked his cell closed as he stepped into the long black car. There were about four men sitting around him, built, but not too much to where they appeared to be a muscle head.

The car drove off down the street, across from Larson sat the leader of Stings gang, he appeared nervous about the upcoming contact. "Calm down my dear boy, you will walk away from this one alive." Finally the car drove to a broken down warehouse. Larsen and the Gang leader stepped out. "We must make this quick, my hired hand is becoming impatient."

They stepped in, very heavy metal was playing, and in the middle of the hollowed out place was a group of men, all wearing jean vests, no sleeves and no under shirts. One of them in the middle was lifting a bar with car engines on either side of it, no doubt due to the body pumps. Larsen appraoched the man. The leader stepped out, he stood at about 7'9 buldging with muscle and veins, he wore no shirt and baggy jean shorts, bald with a brown gotee. The man looked down to Larsen with those brown eyes.

Larsen more than likley couldn't hurt the man with his fists. The man spoke in a deep, almost demonic voice. "You come down for a beating?" Larsen smirked at the man.

"I'm here to shut you down." He said in a deep voice. The large man began to laugh as did the goons around him. The leader stopped and saw that Larsen wasn't kidding. So, the large leader grabbed Larsen around the throat and lifed him into the air with his left arm. The man's grip became tighter and tighter. The leader of the Red door gang cowered away and ran out the exit in a pitiful attempt to escape. Larsen gave him an insane smile as he quickly pulled out a needle, sticking the point into the man's wrist. The large leader's eyes grew wide as he dropped Larsen. "What the hell did you do to me!?!?"

Larsen landed on his feet as he cleared his throat. "You are full of body pumps, the only way to get rid of it is to offset the effect with Indocite, this devours the drug from the inside out. This also affects the blood stream, an over dose of this drug can cause some leathel side affects, including a total inner body melt through." Larsen began to walk off smiling to himself still, the goons trying to help their leader, but it was too late. The leader began to bleed from his eyes mouth and ears.

"You son of a bi--" Is all he could get out before the medicine began to burn through his skin, making blood and muscle seep through his melting skin.

Larsen stepped outside, just beside the door was the cowardly gang leader crouched down next to the door. Larsen, without a seemingly secind thought, pulled out a 9 MM and aimed it, not looking at the leader beside him and fired a single shot, it entered and exited through his head, blood splattered the wall. Larsen calmly holsterd his gun and entered the black car. He sat down and spoke simply. "We need to meet with the hacker..."

The car took off, they arrived at the meeting spot. Larsen left the body gaurds in the car, it took off and left him at the place. He walked in, the hacker was dressed as a goth, he was expecting this, every hacker wanted to be an individual, and not want to live in a culturvised world. "I am sorry I'm late, I had some more important business to intend to." He sat at the opposite side of the table as he crossed his legs and cupped his hands together, leaning in slightly. "Now.......down to business."

[Goth Preistess]

“Look, child. I can tell right off that you are not good for this job, now please, be a sweetie and run along, I already have a headache and your jabbering is making it a million times worse” she said annoyed as she shot an icy look at him. Normally that would be all it would take for a person to take a hint that she wasn’t amused and they’d move away, but no, this pup seemed to not get the meaning of nonverbal cues.

The more she listened to him talk the more he realized that this supposed criminal was broke, which immediately put him on the pathetic list. Wouldn’t he get it that if he actually stopped talking he’d have more of a chance? This was ticking her off, she cleared her throat and then snapped her hand sharply catching him by the neck and lifting him in the air about a foot.

“Listen very closely, and you just might learn something from a person who has quite a bit more experience than you do” she said looking calmly into the mans eyes. “You, are a very loud, and very annoying young man. I need quiet people for this job and you have done nothing but yap like a chihalua.” She was struggling to maintain her calm. “I didn’t get involved because frankly, I didn’t see any need for me to help you, because at the moment, you’re the most pathetic, egotistical, broke and stuckup wannabe criminal I have ever laid eyes on. So unless you shut up, and apologize for even thinking the thought that I’m lazy… I’ll chuck you right back into that dumpster where your little white ass belongs, are we at an understanding?” her face hadn’t changed once.

“hmph” she mumbled as she dropped him. She wiped off her hand on her jacket. She didn’t care what he thought…

[JettaRuzena]

Alisha had just finished her third iced tea when a very elegant buisness type man walked through the door. She watched with narrowed eyes as he came to her table and sat down. all very casual, right down to his speach.

Frowning, Alisha pulled a peice of paper out of her bag nad threw it down on the table. Her voice rang clear, however it held a note of anger. "Number one; you're lucky I waited. I do not appreciate being put on a back burner, Mr. Larson. Your people contacted me, which means I expect you to keep your word."

She looked around slowly, making sure no one was looking their way. She hated people, all people. They were just so...disgusting. With their wars, and petty rules. For now, though, she continued, pointing to the paper she'd thrown on the table. "This is a phone number where you, and only you can reach me. You can go ahead and give it out because it wont work for anyone but you."

Alisha leaned back in her seat, crossing one leg over the other as she toyed with the straw in her mouth. For a few moments, she merely studied Larson finding him mildly attractive, obviously powerful, but over aragant. Men, though, were all the same in her eyes.

A smirk curved her smiled and she leaned forward, arms brace against the table. She met his gaze, silently challanging him in his all powerful aura. Seeing as he didn't back down, she leaned back once again.

"As you know, I do an assortment of...duties to my contracters.." Alisha reached into her bag and pulled out a four page booklet, which was her contract. "I do not like being screwed over, so it's my way or you can find yourself someone else. However, I'm sure you'll agree as you've nearly unlimited funds, and you know I'm the best there is."

She threw a pen down on top of the contract, and watched him (as he surely will) scan through it. "My price is high, and I value my privacy. So, do not give away my identity. If you do...well, lets just say the last man who did ended up in a slum gutter with nothing but the clothes on his back.

Do not take that as a threat, Mr.Larson. Merely a warning, you know how it goes. Now, I will give my price verying with the different jobs you want done. My price is final, no haggling. Now, I'm sure you understand so once you've signed that contract, we can eaither discuss buisness here or go where ever you please."

She looked out the window, frowning at the sight of a few obvious bounty hunters. 'Fools' she thought 'why hunt them in person when you can destroy them just as easily without even seeing their face.'

[kirara1]

Rose took a second to recover. He souded like...

"HEY! GET BACK HERE!" nuts. A chase. "So much for a vacation."

"HEY TREY? YOU MIGHT AS WELL CHARGE ME TOO! SEE YA!"

Rose pulled her gun out of her holster and ran after Kenneth. He still had that gas mask on, as if he thought it could hide who he was.

"STOP! YOU DROPPED YOUR MONEY!" People on the street gave her some strange looks. "It's not like I can say his name out loud! Bounty Hunters EVERYWHERE would join in just for the fun! Besides 30,000 credits isn't THAT much money! My grandpa was worth 500,000!"

[Mr_GrinReaper]

I stood outside of the greasy repair shop, where I waited, maybe something would pop up... Looking down I saw a bullet, and symultaneuously heard a feminine voice shout
"STOP! YOU DROPPED YOUR MONEY!" I bent down to pick it up, and stood to examine the source of the strangly alluring shout. I saw an attractive woman, holding a gun I immediatly recognised as the source of the bullet that had dropped, it was the correct calibur and everything. She was sprinting after a man wearing a gas mask, who disappeared into an old warehouse.

I ran with a somewhat relaxed pace, knowing I could catch up, as I shouted, "HEY, LADY, you forgot YOUR BULLET!!!"

Why does this always happen to me? Its always the crazy lady... "HEY, LADY!!!" "WAIT UP..."

[TeslaCoil]

The battle had intensified as the two fleets slowly closed in on each other, neither side seemed to be gaining an advantage. The Assault Ships and some of the Frigates were hard pressed to hold off enemy light vessels from attacking the humanitarian convoys, USS Mogadishu, USS Iwo Jima and USS Nova Scotia had reported hull breeches. Starfighters were blasting each other out of space. The two flanking forces of Admiral McGuire's fleet made some progress at least, the right prong led by USS Texas and USS California made the most headway as they had destroyed or disabled three enemy light cruisers at the rear of the enemy fleet. Admiral McGuire watched from the bridge of USS George W. Bush as proton torpedoes lanced out from the Battlecruiser against the enemy flagship, the Djourni, while both flagships traded fire against each other with their main batteries. USS Dwight D. Eisenhower pounded heavily against another Djourni-class Battleship, People's Power (which wasn't its original name), although the enemy returned the favor with a salvo of plasma fire. USS Tony Blair could be seen maneuvering towards its opponent, the Sons of Liberty, trading proton torpedoes and railgun fire. One of the enemy Light Battleships was crippled after severe pounding from the USS Margaret Thatcher's Heavy Railguns, its crew were escaping to saftey in escape pods. The USF Battlecruiser was in turn stuck by multiple laser fire from enemy frigates and the enemy Battleship Holy War.

Another quake rumbled through the bridge as the USS George W. Bush took another hit, and Admiral McGuire was as cool under pressure as he ever was even as damage report began to come in. "Sir, our starboard shields are at 45%. Port shields, 67%. Forward shields, 56%. Rear shields, 88%. If hull breeches are gonna happen, it would be the starboard side or the bow, sir." one of the bridge officers reported. The Admiral's only reaction was a nod, "So, the George W. Bush took quite a pounding." he thought to himself before he came to his decision on his next command. "Increase power output to the forward and starboard shield generators. Get backup power online in case if we need them." Admiral McGuire commanded the engineering officers, then turned to the communications officers just as the engineering officers acknowledged and carried out his command. "Order all other Battlecruisers to concentrate fire upon the flagship Djourni. If we could destroy or cripple it, then they will either lose their will to fight and surrender, or they would be so disorganized that we'll easily wipe them out." the Admiral commanded. Admiral McGuire knew what would happen if the main fleet commander was at least thought to be dead, he was there when his mentor, Admiral Williams, died during one intense battle in the Galaxy Wars. The entire USF fleet was in disarray until the would-be Admiral took overall command of the USS George W. Bush. Directing more power to the shields favored defense over firepower, but with all USF Battlecruisers concentrating upon the flagship, it wouldn't stand for too long.

Admiral McGuire saw his orders being acknowledged by the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower, USS Tony Blair and USS Margaret Thatcher all turned upon the enemy flagship Djourni and concentrated their fire. Railguns, proton torpedoes, plasma and laser blasts all directed against one target. General Armstrong began to panic as damage reports flooded in like they never did. "All frigates, break off from the humanitarian vessels and attack those USF Battlecruisers! All Light Battleships, move foward!" the panicked General commanded. Admiral McGuire's tactical prowess and wisdom had turned the tide to his favor, for just as the enemy Light Battleships were moving foward, the two flanking prongs of USF Light Battlecruisers soon closed in together to trap the warlord's fleet in a couldron. They began firing upon the backs of the main capital ships of the enemy fleet while more of their light combat vessels were diverted to the front to counter the attack by the USF's capital ships. USS Texas, USS California, USS Oregon and USS North Carolina all unleashed their great fury against the now thinly defended rear of the enemy fleet, destroying several frigates and damaging three of the Djourni-class Battleships while they were locked in combat with the George Washington-class and Winston Churchill-class Battlecruisers. The enemy retaliated by sending their Manta bombers against the Texas-class Light Battlecruisers, damaging several of them as they went on bombing runs with photon bombs. The most fatal attack by Manta bombers befell one of the Halifax-class Frigates, the USS New Brunswick, the bombers managed to pound the Frigate even as its anti-fighter batteries opened up until it was damaged to the point where its captain ordered all hands to abandon ship. Although the USS New Brunswick was obliterated, majority of the crew had evacuated safely. Three Missile Frigates were also forced to break off from engagement due to heavy damage. The next Frigate to fall victim was USS Long Island, after pouring concussion missiles against the back of the flagship Djourni, a wave of enemy starfighters struck hard. Some even resorted to kamikaze tactics and crashed upon the USF Frigate. Like the USS New Brunswick, it was obliterated, but luckily much of the crew (including the captain) had escaped.

Kamizake tactics were soon picked up by the other enemy pilots (although half of them stuck with conventional tactics), and with that, the USF 6th Fleet began to sustain heavier damage. Two particular suicide fighters crashed upon the bows of USS George W. Bush, causing explosions which created hull breeches where they had impacted. The bridge itself shook a bit harder as a result of the attack. "Sir, hull breeches occured at the bow, inflicted by enemy kamikaze attacks. Tony Blair and Margaret Thatcher also reported that a few of their Heavy Railgun turrets were taken out by similar attacks." one of the bridge officers reported. "Damn it. Get repair crews to fix them immediately. Continue to concentrate heavy weapons fire upon the Djourni. Pull some of our starfighters to protect us." Admiral McGuire commanded, just as he saw two Stingray fighters being shot down by his Battlecruiser's rapid-firing Quad Laser batteries while watching as another salvo of his ship's proton torpedoes headed right for the enemy flagship. Despite the increase aggression in the enemy attacks, Admiral McGuire knew only too well that this was a sign for desperation. Thanks to the Admiral's brilliant setup and swift, decisive move, there would only be one outcome. The 6th Fleet's victory, followed by a planetary assault by the Marines to take back the colonies of the planet.

A pair of Stingray fighters fired their missiles against the USS George W. Bush, hitting the side of the ship as well as destroying two of the Quad Laser turrets. Seeing the desperate situation at hand, the two enemy pilots decided to crash themselves upon the hulk of the USF flagship. That was when a series of blasts by particle pulse cannons raked them both, resulted in both Stingray fighters exploding simultaneously into debris. Victoriously, Alan's Raptor Mk V and his wingmate flew right past the fireballs of the destroyed craft. "Great shooting, Flips (slang for members of Flippy Squadron). Keep it up, we can't afford to let too much of them crash into our ships." Alan spoke through his com-link, while dodging lasers fired from either their own ships or those of the enemy craft. The Viking Mk II bombers were doing a number on the attacking enemy frigates, disabling three of them already with barrages of plasma torpedoes. Catching two Manta bombers in front of him, Alan opened up on them and ripped one apart in moments. He braked as the other over shot him to commence bombing run upon the USS George W. Bush, then did an Immelmann Turn to get at the back of the bomber and promtly shot it down. Another Stingray was about to surprise Alan by opening fire at his blind side, only to be struck down by an antimatter missile from another Raptor Mk V starfighter.

"I owe you that one, Flippy Three." Alan spoke as he weaved away from crisscrossing laser blasts and headed over to the USS Tony Blair as another one of its Heavy Railgun turrets was destroyed by a kamikaze attack. "No problem, Flippy Lead. Let's take out those enemy fighters and bombers before they can do anymore damage to our ships." spoke Flippy Three, Lt. Jones, over the com-link. As Alan and a few other fighters of Flippy Squadron got closer to the USS Tony Blair, they witnessed what happened to a handful of Manta bombers when they were caught in the torrent created by the blue corkscrew trail in the wake of a Heavy Railgun projectile. Those crafts were literally shredded by the violent force created by the massive hypervelocity projectile which had already struck, with ten fold of the violent force, against the Battleship Djourni. "Holy sh*t. That's gotta hurt." said Captain Benedict, Flippy Two. The fighters went in close to the Battlecruiser, dodging smaller and more frequent blue corkscrew trails of the ship's standard Railgun turrets. As soon as he spotted enemy targets weaving above the surface of the Battlecruiser, Alan opened fire along with the rest of his wingmates, destroying a few enemy fighters. Two of them split up to engage their own targets while Alan found another bomber just slightly above him. He pulled up after braking to get to his target. Once again, Alan opened fire and destroyed it.

[AngelEyes]

Ray walked in to the shop following after the other man.She went up to the counter, and wached as he left."HUH?...I wounder?"She said softly to herself.As another woman chased after him pulling out her gun.

"Hey Ray that you."What?She said turning around to the man behind the counter."Ya its me."Havent seen you in a while."He said putting a gun up on a shelf."Yeah."She replied back in a not so thrilled voice."So what brings ya here,a nice new bounty?"I guse you can say that."She said as she slid herself up on to the end of the counter."What do ya mean?"He asked a bit confused."Have you heard of a man named Kenneth Wintersmith?"She asked taking a small pistol of of the table running her hand down the shaft."Kenneth Wintersmith?"Your going after his bounty?"Yeah why not, dont think i can handle it is it?"She replied with a slight smirk, not looking at him but examining the gun.He gave a little chuckle."I think ya better leave that one alone."

Ray then silped down from the counter and leaned up agenst it, elbows on the counter her chin set in them."Not if hes worth 30,000 credits."Sure?"Well ok, but you dident just come her to chat did ya?What do ya need?"Ray grabed two small guns that were nearly the same to her old one."I'll take these." She said tossing them on the counter."Ok that will be 150 credits."What 150!I dont have the on me!"She said slaming her hands on the table shaking it a bit, a few people throwing odd looks her way."Then it looks like no guns for you.''He said as he reached out to pick up the guns the were in front of him , but before he could Ray swiped them up.

"Hey what are you doing, you cant take that!"Ya!Dont worry, i'll pay ya back for them once i get that bounty."She said as she sliped them both in to her gun holder that was on her leg a little over her knee."You better Ray."Dont chya worry so much you'll get your cash!"She called out as she left the store goiign out the doors heading back out."Yeah,yeah."He said returning to his work. Ray soon got out side she walked right past all the people in her way to get to her car parked by the curb.

[TeslaCoil]

Alan and the rest of Flippy Squadron continued to weave around the deadly space battle as the firefight continued. His squadron had sustained some losses, Flippy 10, 14, 15 and 6 were shot down by the enemy forces. But there would be mournings for later, right now there was a battle to fight. Alan's gaze had locked upon another pair of Stingray fighters that were attacking a few Viking Mk II bombers. Two of the USF bombers were shot down as they were on their way to pound the opposing capital ships. He moved behind the two Stingray fighters until he got a clear shot at them both and opened fire. The first Stingray fighter exploded in a bright orange fireball, causing the other to spin somewhat out of control. Taking advantage of the situation, Alan blasted the second Stingray down. "We owe you one, pal." the bomber pilot spoke as the two enemy fighters had been destroyed. "No problem, just doing my job as always." Alan replied, escorting the bombers while they pounded the enemy Battleship Sons of Liberty just as the laser blasts and concussion missiles from the Texas-class Light Battlecruisers continued to rake it, adding to the pain were more concussion missiles launched from the Missle Frigates. Decided to lend a hand, Alan braved the enemy laser turrets and headed right for the bridge, with a few Stingrays coming after him while he readied his antimatter missiles. "Benedict, Jones, I need you to shake those f**kers off my tail." Alan spoke through his com-link as he did his best to evade the shots coming at him from behind and below.

"On my way, boss." Captain Benedict replied. "Roger. On my way." Lt. Jones added just as the two Raptor Mk Vs sped towards Alan's position, each blasting any enemy fighter that got in their way. The enemy fighters were gaining on Alan just as he was getting close to the bridge of the Sons of Liberty when he took another hit. "Damn it." he cursed as his cockpit shook from the hit, then quickly picked up his composure and kept dodging laser bolts coming from the enemy. Moments later, two of the Stingrays chasing Alan's Raptor Mk V were disintegrated by particle pulse blasts, followed quickly by the rest of them. "Sorry for the lateness boss. We rushed here." Capt. Benedict spoke over the com-link. "Thanks for the save, guys. Let's do a bit more damage. Target the bridge for antimatter missiles." Alan responded with another command. "Roger." both wingmates replied as they targeted the bridge on their targeting computers. As soon as the trio of fighters were in range and had a lock on, they fired an antimatter missile each at the bridge. The resulting hit caused the bridge to start taking damage as some of their instruments began to explode, killing and wounding some of their bridge crew. "Good hit, guys. Keep up the good work. It ain't over yet." Alan spoke with a grin in his face, as he saw the Battleship Holy War being pummelled by two Heavy Railgun hits. The USS Margaret Thatcher had targeted the Battleship while keeping most of its weapons pointed and fired at the flagship Djourni. The Djourni itself, as Alan had witnessed, began to show serious explosions all over the hull. For the Djourni, it would be over soon enough.

Alan joined up with a few other starfighters from Flippy Squadron and other squadrons as they began to attack the smaller enemy ships. They targeted an enemy frigate, swarming it with particle pulse cannons blazing away. They kept up their attacks until their shields were weakened by a Halifax-class Frigate's lasers and concusion missiles. Alan had a lock on against the ship as he approached from its starboard side and unleashed another pair of antimatter missiles while the other fighters did the same, causing further damage to the frigate. The attack went on until the enemy frigate was finally destroyed.

Admiral McGuire continued to watch the battle from the bridge as his eyes watched the doomed flagship Djourni still trying to out maneuver his fleet. More of his proton torpedoes had struck the flagship. The other Battlecruisers targeted the other ships as the Djourni would be on the verge of destruction soon enough. In a last ditch attempt to protect the flagship, the other enemy capital ships closed in and pummeled the capital ships of the 6th Fleet with all they got. These rebels of the warlord Ivring Rogers were determined, but not too well trained. "Direct some of the starboard Plasma turrets to hit that frigate. Hail the Djourni, I think I might give this bastard one last chance." the Admiral said. The orders were being carried out as the communications officers hailed the enemy flagship while plasma blasts struck a nearby enemy frigate repeatedly until it was destroyed. The hailing frequency had been successfully opened as the large screen came up again, showing General Armstrong still inside the burning and crumbling bridge of his ship. "General Armstrong, I'm going to give you one last chance. Surrender now or face destruction. Your choice." Admiral McGuire spoke, it couldn't get any colder or more to the point than that. "You and your corporate's slaves can kiss my ass, Admiral." General Armstrong replied, cutting the hailing channels. "And you can kiss mine." the Admiral thought as he turned to the holographic map which showed that both fleets were mixing it up in close range. "Administer the coup de grace for the Djourni now. Target all Proton Torpedo Tubes at it and fire." Admiral McGuire ordered. Once again, a major salvo of proton torpedoes were launched against the Djourni as his orders were carried out. With the final blows to the flagship, it disintegrated in an explosion just the last of the escape pod cleared the ship.

With the flagship of the enemy fleet destroyed, the rest of it fell into disarray even as they managed to destroy two more USF Frigates and continued to hammer at the capital ships. Battlecruisrs were showing hull breeches as the enemy continued to fight. However, the act of defiance didn't last for too long, and soon after another Gravin City-class Light Battleship was destroyed, hailing channels opened up as one captain after another surrendered to the USF 6th Fleet. "Order all fighters and bombers to dock back with us to rearm for the next round of strikes. Have all ships move closer to the orbit." the Admiral ordered. Admiral McGuire was satisfied, his tactic had worked as he had brought the orbital battle to a swift end with deadly results. All told, the 6th Fleet lost 4 Halifax-class Frigates, 3 of them heavily damaged. 6 Missile Frigates were either heavily damaged or crippled. Two Texas-class Light Battlecruisers suffered considerable damage with several hull breeches. All George Washington-class and Winston Churchill-class Battlecruisers were seriously damaged in some areas. All of the Guadalcanal-class Assault Ships were damaged. All ships suffered from loss of crewmen as a result of hull breeches. The opposing fleet suffered dearly, Djounri was lost, along with a Gravin City-class Light Battleship, 7 enemy frigates were destroyed (three of which were scuttled). The rest of the fleet were all heavily damaged or even crippled.

But the battle had yet to be over. The orbital showdown had concluded, but what remained was the planetary assault. Fortunately, none of the ships carrying the landing force of Marines was lost. Now, Admiral McGuire could commence the planetary assault with full ernest as the 6th Fleet had positioned itself around the planet. The Admiral had the Chameleon Recon secretly deployed on the planetside for intelligence gathering while damaging the enemy forces as much as they could. Admiral McGuire would find the intelligence gathered by the Chameleon Recon very useful for the preliminary orbital bombardment to clear the way for the Marines. The enemy had taken over much of the armory used by the CSDF, mostly what the Marine Corps used. The warlord had executed all of the old staff of Djourni and Gravin City's Colonial Self Defense Force and replaced them with Generals loyal to Ivring Rogers, and the men became brainwashed by the warlord's ideals. So the former CSDF would be turned against the landing Marines. The Admiral stood there and watched the holographic map showing the tactical view of the planet, then turned to the bridge crew. "Commence orbital bombardment immediately!" he ordered. At that moment, the Heavy Particle Cannons of the USS George W. Bush charged up after moving according to the target coordinates. They all fired at the same time, followed by other Heavy Particle Cannons firing off the other ships, Railguns and Heavy Railguns from the Winston Churchill-class Battlecruisers. Hyperlaser turrets were next to fire to pour in fierce firepower over the targeted area. Enemy emplacements, artillery units were being decimated while troops fled for their lives.

Smiling in satisfaction of the destruction, the Admiral would now commence the planetary assault. "LZ is clear. Begin landing operations." Admiral McGuire commanded.

[CSF]

Kenneth sighed deeply as he stood on top of the old broken down building. He knew that he wouldn't be found. He then heard. "You dropped your money!" He turned to look at the streets, the police woman from before was headong his way, AND a man. Kenneth looked around nervously for an escape route but could find none.

He looked down to the gun holstered at his right thigh and thought about shooting his way out. "Grrr...why are the simple things so complicated?" He asked himself, not expecting an answer. He looked down to the front of the building over the edge which he was standing. Then looked back to the door which lead to the stairway. He bit his lower lip trying to either jump or fight. He finally got and idea in his head, he turned around and faced the exit door, he had a stern look on his face. "Trey, I hope your done with my ship." He said to himself.


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Larsen smirked at the woman as she gave her tutorial on she did things Larsen slid the contract towards him and left the pen next to her. He skimmed the contract and nodded when he was finished. He pulled out a pen of his own from his left coat pocket. The tube was clear and full of what appeared to be read, liquid ink. Larsen held the pen up so Alisha could see it. "This will be a contract written literally in my own blood." When it came to trust and alliances, Larsen was a man to count on. He signed the contract with the pen juiced by his own blood and slid the contract over at her.

"Now for I hace an oral contract, I don't want any signatures getting caught up with the gangs, too risky, but I'll need you to keep this promise no matter what. "This contract is merely stating that you never met me, when asked, you don't know me, and you never worked for me, your pay will be given to you directly at your house, I will send one of my men to give you a data chip which you can install on your credits, we can't use computers seeing how the polic are trying to wire me wherever I go." Larsen sat up straight and looked at the passer byers, to many Larsen generated an evil aura which people were terrorfied of.

"You first mission is simply this, infiltrate a Red Door Gang computer, get the information on their shipment of body pumps, where they get it, how much it costs, how they get it, ect. After you have done this, override the pc's system and fry it's mainframe permenatley, a reccomendation would be using the 'Plague' system, you will be payed as soon as that copied file is in my hands, but remember NOT to send it to me through the pc. Do we have a deal?" Larsem asked as he held out a hand for her to shake.

[Tashiro]

"Listen Child...." Child!? He didn't like being treated like a freak'in kid. Sure, he was young but not a child. Maybe, a little, childish, but he sure didn't like people pointing that out. He was about to say something when suddenly he was grabbed by the neck fiercly. He held a good grip upon her wrist as he was lifted off the ground, amazed by her strength, he glared back at her, trying to breath.

“Listen very closely, and you just might learn something from a person who has quite ...." But he didn't want to hear the rest. Instead, he took his own way out. He would lift his right arm, smacking it down with a strong force upon her elbow, which would make the elbow, fall and most likely release her grip on him. If so, he would fall to the ground, landing on his own two feet and quickly skid his leg infront of him, attempting to trip her. At that same moment, he pulled out his own gun, activating the eyepiece and stepping back from any attacks she would produce, aiming his gun at her head.

"I hate it when people lecture me, but you know....you got a point." He had to admit he was desperate. He'd do pretty much anything at the moment for some credit. "Thanks for you enlightenment and your smack of reality. I'm out of here." He would releave his gun from its aim and start to walk away. Maybe a simple job would suffice, but what's so fun in being a gain in society. So now, back to the drawing board, or the bar.....which ever one he meets first.

[Goth Preistess]

She didn't show any sort of fear when the gun was pointed at her head, she had been in this position many times before and this didn't make that much of a difference. She had simply slammed her foot down at his. "Please, tell me you don't think that little hunk of metal scares me?" she said annoyed, she stepped off his foot and looked away.

"I hate it when people lecture me, but you know....you got a point." He had to admit he was desperate. He'd do pretty much anything at the moment for some credit. "Thanks for you enlightenment and your smack of reality. I'm out of here."

She stood there for a moment, then smirked lightly. "65,000 credits" she said over her shoulder with the slight feeling that this boy was going to be more trouble than he was worth. "Basic simple in and out job, you want it, say it now, because I can't give you anymore detais unless you do." she said. she looked him sharply once up and down. "And judging by your situation I'd take the job, you look like your almost about ready to be begging at goodwill for a new set of clothes." she commented.

She glanced at her watch. "And If you don't want it, I must be leaving, I need to buy a ship to get off this wretched planet with." she then waited for his response, silently loading her gun in case he started anything.

[Tashiro]

As he was about to turn a corner of the small alley way, he heard her voice, ringing through the narrow walls and he stopped his shuffled to the bar. 65,000 credits....his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Hmmm...." A small smirk played across his face. "Well....I believe you have my services miss....or is a name too much detail for you too?"

He turned around, walking up to her. "I don't see anything wrong with my close." He looked down to see them. A few holes, some frayed ends, some faded colors, not so bad. He shrugs. "I guess it wouldn't hurt, but is this a fashion lesson or a job briefing?" He said, leaning to one side with an askew brow and slight smile.

He looked down to her gun as she held it calmly but ready. "I can see your not all too trusting at first impressions." He looks back up at her with a slight chuckle. "Now let's go get that ship of yours."

[Goth Preistess]

"Hmmm...." A small smirk played across his face. "Well....I believe you have my services miss....or is a name too much detail for you too?"

She thought a moment then sighed. "Its Ladanya" she said simply. This was disgusting, men were so obsessed with money and other things of that nature. "I guess it wouldn't hurt, but is this a fashion lesson or a job briefing?" She didn't laugh, she found nothing amusing about it. Clothes sometimes did matter. If someone was overly dressed, people might jump them more, however if they looked like a trash can, they'd immediatly think he was a thief. "It is whatever its most convient to be" she said with a slight sigh.

He caught up with her and she caught him glancing at her all to ready gun. Making some coment about her not trusting peope, she nodded. "I haven't been able to trust anyone for a long time." she muttered softly as she put the gun away, she was about to tell him that she'd contact him later, but he immedeatly jumped at the oppurtunity to go with her to pick up her ship.

She laughed, it was more of a surprised laugh. "Um, I think you better leave the ship up to me." she said. She looked back at him and shook her head. "I'll be gone an hour, go do what you need to I'll be perfectly able to find you. later" she said as she walked off down the sidewalk.

[TeslaCoil]

At the hangar bay of the ships, Marines began rushing into their transports with their full gear, with different weapons for different roles. The regulars used the M37 Pulse Rifles with built in 20mm grenade launchers. Heavy support troopers carried the M367 belt-fed machine guns or M608 flamethrowers. Tank-hunters used the M84 antitank missile launchers. Mortar teams used the M745 60mm mortars. Snipers were armed with the M907 sniper rifles which could fire high-powered .389 Magnum rifle rounds. Beside these Marines were the CD408 Combat Droids, armed to the teeth with 14.7mm machine guns and 30mm RPG launchers. They were literally killing machines. For direct fire support, the Marines had the M243 Patton Mk III tanks. These tanks were low profiled, and only the size of a WWII Sherman tank due to a fully automated turret which eliminated the need of a four-man crew. It had an antimatter cannon as its main gun, which took a few seconds to recharge after each shot. Supporting these tanks were the more mobile M600 Sioux assault walkers which packed two 25mm Gatling cannons and antiair missile packs. Automated machine guns at the top and back of the turret would deter enemy infantry. M78 Thunderstrike MLRSs would be used to blanket an entire area with 100mm rockets and M504 MacAuthur 150mm artillery walkers would provide hard-hitting artillery barrages. Fast transport for the Marines themselves would come in forms of the M250 APCs and M89 Leopard scout vehicles. Cheetah scout cycles would normally be brought in, but Jerl-Morgami's icy terrain would never allowed them to be used. Carrying the Marines into the battle from the air would be the UD50 Iroqouis assault gunships which could also be used for close air support. Custer dropships were used to deliver the bulk of Marines and equipment into battle as they had a high carrying capacity. The British had their Hercules dropships which could carry nearly twice as much as the Custer dropships.

The sight of all these Marines and their heavy equipment loading up into their transports as they prepared for another planetary assault would hearten many a Marine and sailor. At least a full division worth of Marines would be landing on this planet for this planetary assault. All of them were chanting the phrase "Semper Fi" in their heads, ready to do their duties as members of the United Systems Marine Corps. The first craft to takeoff were the Iroqouis gunships carrying the first wave of Marines into the LZ which was just cleared by the fierce orbital bombardment. They were followed by the Custer and Hercules dropships which brought in the heavy equipment. The Assault Ships moved into the atmosphere of the planet as well, since they were small enough to do so, to land the rest of their troops and equipment as they had deployed their gunships as well. The gunships and starfighters attacked and took out some of the resistance as the first Marines had landed on the icy grounds of Jerl-Morgami. And among the first to hit the ground running was their commander, General Morgan Grant. A tough and uncompromising Marine, General Grant was a veteran of the Galaxy Wars who knew what exactly it takes to be part of the USMC. He won a Medal of Honor along with some Silver Stars and a Distiniguished Service Cross for everything he had done in the war.

Now, the General hit the ground running with his Pulse Rifle blazing away at the opposition. "Semper Fi! Do or die!" he rallied his men as more gunships began to pour in with more fire support and reinforcements. Some Marines did fell to enemy fire, but the Marines fought back and gave them just as much hell. An few enemy MacAuthur artillery walkers had been pinning the Marines down until they were silenced by a combined strike between the Iroquois gunships and Raptor Mk V starfighters. Some of the former-CSDF's Chinese-supplied artillery (also used by the United Systems Forces) were also used against the Marines, causing some casualties until USF air strikes had silenced them. Orbital bombardment persisted, though less concentrated but consequently more accurate. The Hercules and Custer dropships were the next to arrive on the scene, unloading more Marines, Sioux assault walkers, Patton Mk III tanks, APCs, Stillwell Combat Droids, Leopard scout vehicles, Thunderstrike MRLSs and MacAuthur artillery walkers. It was the sight that heartened General Grant the most, to see more and more Marines hit the ground running and ready for combat. General Grant fired his Pulse Rifle at a group of enemy soldiers, killing them while his Marines continued to clear the area and establish a "beachhead" for the Assault Ships coming in to land even more troops. They also carried provisions for setting up a few bases around this area, which would be helpful for the next stage of the ground battle.

The support vehicles and APCs had joined the Marines as they opened fire with their own weapons at enemy positions. Several enemy gun emplacements were destroyed by well-aimed antimatter cannon fire from the Patton Mk III tanks. The MacAuthur artillery walkers deployed themselves into firing positions, both their legs were locked to the ground with a tail brace to absorb the recoil of the 150mm artillery guns, then fired away at predesignated targets while Thunderstrike MLRSs rained salvos of hell on the enemy. Amidst the heavy bombardment, the Sioux assault walkers pushed forth, firing 25mm cannons at the enemy forces while Leopard scout vehicles made lightning strikes on both flanks. All the while, Marine snipers were dueling it out with enemy snipers and wreaking havoc among enemy infantry ranks at the same time. Air strikes and precision orbital bombardment continued as the Marines slug it out on the ground in a battle of great intensity that would make John Wayne proud. The Viking Mk II bombers were already making precision bombing runs in the twin colonies of Djourni and Gravin City to soften up the defenses for the liberating Marines, coordinated by members of the elite Chameleon Recon that had been conducting covert ops on this planet with their resistance allies for weeks.

Soon enough, the Marines had cleared the area as the Assault Ships had landed with further reinforcements. Now all the Marines and heavy equipment were landed, and they had already began establishing outposts using prefabricated parts of buildings. The USF had a firm foothold on the planet, and sending a whole division of Marines usually meant that the government wouldn't be playing around. The Marines stopped their offensive, to resupply themselves for the liberation of the colonies while General Grant continued to look at intelligence supplied by the Chameleon Recon and the local resistance to the warlord. Soon enough, the warlord, the so-called "President" Irving Rogers knew what would happen. He decided to send a message to his allies in the Black Tears Syndicate. Time was running out for him, as the Marines would be knocking at his front door soon enough. Even now, air strikes continued to pound the two colonies he ruled....

[Rifter]

Name: Nickolai Townes
Age: 31
Job/Class: Mercenary/Pirate
Description: Standing at 6'1", Nickolai is by no means a handsome or charasmatic criminal. With short, black hair flecked with white and gray highlights, and sea-blue eyes, his expressions are often unimpressed or angry. His jawline is often brushed by a few days' stubble, and a diagonal scar runs across his left eye, to just past the bridge of his nose.
Bio: Born into opression, Nickolai quickly found a deep-loathing for authority and chose the darker path at the tender age of 9, when he took his first life. Scoring countless bounties across the ages, he is one of the most sought-after men in the galaxy. Somehow, though, he's been able to come out on top of every encounter, (so far.)

Ship Name: "Doomsday," S-Class Kodiak Frigate
Ship Description: As a former Imperial Trades' Ship, it has been totally overhauled. About half of the cargo space still exists, but has been divided into smuggling compartments and safeboxs. The rest is used as ammunition lockers or generators for the weapons systems installed on it. Two forward-firing .50 caliber guns have been installed on the head of the ship, complimented by a freight-class rail gun protruding from the nose. Four turret-mounted, 180 degree axis pulse rifles have also been installed on the sides, designed for tracking and destroying enemy missles. Some beefier plates have been installed on the hull to provide extra protection, and the ships' afterburners have been modified to burst-propulsion, providing optimum speed at super efficient cost of fuel. The ship also has the option of carrying low-orbit or anti-freighter bombs, but currently has none.
Ship Special Skills: A seperate on-board computer has been installed to operate the weapons system, and functions outside of the ships' regular network, making it next to impossible for hackers to interrupt.
Safeboxes that have the option of destroying the cargo inside if they are incorrectly tampered with.

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(OOC: Heys guys, hope it's still not too late to join. This RP looks super fun.

[Rifter]

The computer flickered, and almost heaved a sigh of relief when the data for Nickolai's newest bounty was finished uploading into his PDA. Scrolling through the options after he turned it on, he quickly found the growing list.

Nickolai Dean Townes:

22 accounts of murder in the first degree.
14 accounts of murder in the second degree.
1 account of murder in the third degree.
102 accounts of grand larceny.
11 accounts of grand theft spacecraft.
6 accounts of possession of a deadly weapon in restricted space.
1 account of transportation under the influence.
7 accounts of fraud.

Reward: 192, 995 credits, dead. Tripled if alive.

Flicking off the screen, Nickolai sighed, and tossed the PDA into the co-pilot's chair.

"192k? That's all I'm worth? Damn!" He spat, feeling the bounty was a little bit liberal.

"Calculating ratio of crimes to reward..." The computer then alerted, apparently listening to Nickolai.

"Cancel program," Nickolai ordered, sighing again, uninterested in the actual math. The fact of the matter is, that bounty would send some new hot-shot looking to build a reputation for there-self, but wouldn't attract the big-timers who've been around the galaxy a few dozen times; A thought that both relieved Nickolai, and made him feel inadequate.

"Take us to Mars, computer. I need a drink," He said, plotting the course so he could safely leave it on auto-pilot.

"I highly recommend we avoid IGP space," The computer reasoned, having been just-updated with the latest in galaxy patrol routes.

Shrugging, Nickolai replied, "Alright, just take us somewhere close, then."