Celestial Mercenaries

[Seth1789110]

OOC: This RP is so good...I am going to start a cloverfeild zombie rp soon, when that damn internal server message goes away, and I want you guys to sing up for it...Also, I beat Green Grass and High Tides on Rock Band 1 yesterday on EXPERT! HOOZAH NO LIFE!!


Raiyne stepped off the bed. It seemed like an eternity trying to move. When he finally had all his feet down pat, Tearen and Hal walked in.
"Aww sh**..." Tearen had a look of complete fury. Hal was non to pleased either. Raiyne bit his lip and braced for impact.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DAMN SONS OF BIT**S DOING? YOU COULDVE DIED! DAMN IT DON'T YOU THINK AT ALL?" yelled Tearen. Raiyne looked around. He figured he would defend the crew.
"LISTEN CAPTAIN, BUT WITHOUT GHAERLLI, WE WOULD NOT EVEN BE NEAR CLOSE TO ALIVE! WE WOULD HAVE DIED A LITTLE WHILE AGO, BECAUSE HE HAS A KNACK FOR SAVING OUR ASSES! I THOUGHT, THAT MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, WE OWE IT TO HIM TO GET HIM BACK FROM SLAVERY! AND THOSE DAMN SLAVERS DESERVED EVERY SHOT OF WHAT THEY GOT! DAMN *******S SHOULDNT BE GOING AROUND STEALING OTHER CREATURES AND PEOPLE! WE DID OUR DAMN BEST, AND YOU NEED TO F*** OFF!" Raiyne struggled out of the room. He was equally furious now, and he stumbled into his room. Ghaerlli was in his tank, with a bandage on his cut. Raiyne walked up to him.
"Hey buddy, your safe now...I promise I wont let anyone take you again." The creature happily formed a sentence of dots and colors, and Raiyne knew he was grateful. He walked into the room with his power suit. It was in shambles. Raiyne would be spending all his free time perfecting it. He was tired though. He climbed into his bed and flipped on a tv. It was playing a show that was on the history channel.
"Huh...you would think that by now, it would be history...haha..." Raiyne flipped through the channels, until he found a very old anime channel. It was playing some weird show with strange creatures being held in spheres and appearing out of them. A small kid uttered a word the Raiyne laughed at. He knew what it was. Pokemon. He had studied it back in high school in his ancient anime club. This was a fairly knew episode, apparently.
"Go Pikachu! Use uber mega slaughter omega bazooka attack!" The other pokemon died. Raiyne laughed.
"Haha nintendo..." Raiyne began to doze off into a sleep. He needed rest. He began to dream though, which was very unpleasant...

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

George looked at his shoulder. Hal was a miracle worker, no doubt. He still felt barely a hell of a lot of pain, but the wound was sealed up nicely, and it didn't hurt as much as it had before.

"You're a genius, Hal," he said, moving his arm experimentally, patting the elderly Tryll on the back.

"Just try not to do anything stupid again," the Tryll commented.

"Heh-heh. Between you and me... I blame Zearen for all this," the first mate whispered. "If he'd been more attentive to what was going on around him in the first place, Ghaerlli wouldn't have been captured. And furthermore-"

At this point, the captain entered, yelled a little, and Raiyne attempted to defend their actions, by yelling louder. George rolled his eyes. How professional... he thought sarcastically.

He approached the seething Tearen. No doubt this would mean heavy discipline, particularly for Raiyne's little defiant stand there.

"Captain, allow me to take full responsibility for the events. Bursting into the warehouse was my idea," he stated, "We didn't expect there to be so many. It's my fault."

 

[TheSequelReturns]

Mirryllo watched quietly as the others began to fight amongst themselves about the horrible misstep at the slaver's compound. Finally, George stepped up and offered to take responsibility. It was nice to see someone not blame someone else.

"No, this issue was no one person's fault. Zearen and Ghaerlli could have been more alert, and we could have been more discrete. All of us are to blame, and if it hadn't been for the captain and the Gorboids, I'm sure some of us wouldn't have made it out."

Mirryllo climbed down from the bed. His back still hurt a bit, but it would heal quickly after the treatment from Hal.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to find Soran. He had something of mine."

Mirryllo left the room slowly, so as not to strain his back. His legs made tiny clicks on the metal as he made his way down the corridor toward the bridge.

 

[Tearen the Absol]

Tearen rubbed his temples. Fine, if he couldn't end this pointless drama on a one on one bases, he'd just use mass communication. He activated the shipwide communications and started.

"Ok ok ok. Seeing as how I have no idea where any of you are at the moment stop whatever you're doing and pay attention. This whole mess is an example of something I've been trying to get you guys to understand all along. This...eh, conflict, if you will, is not clear cut or linear. There's no, "good" or "bad". There are only archtypes. So choose who you do and don't like and act accordingly. Those people you so thoughtlessly dessicrated back on the station may not have been bad. Hell, you might have liked them better than me given the chance. Just think; to those, so called, "scumbags", you're the epitomy of evil. You came into their base where they felt safe, and destroyed their way of life. Think about it....later though. Also, in some special cases, Raiyne, justifying insubordination with insubordination is redundant and stupid. I'm not sure you were listening to what you were saying, but I never, Never said that we shouldn't rescue Ghaerlli. Just...in a more economica and passive way. Hell, buying him from the slavers might have been cheaper than the cost you incurred. Actually...it most definently would of been. That's not the point." Tearen took a deep breath and continued in a bright and cheery tone.

"On the bright side, we have a new assignment! Our current expedition is to find a research lab on Hravalastr and upload some data into the ship's computer. It's abandoned, due to an undocumented accident, so I'm sure that you'll be able to blow off some steam shooting at zombies or something. Those you should have no qualms about killing. Estimated time will take us about, oh, two days. Rest up."

Tearen finished by blowing a kiss into the intercomm just mix things up a little bit. After he was sure everyone had heard the message, he moved down to sick bay. Mirryllo and George were still lingering in the bay, and had taken notice of Hannah. His daughter kicked her legs complacently in the air singing some tune unkown to Tearen.

"C'mon." Tearne said, and Hannah hopped off the bed and skipped over to Tearen. The captain tool hold of her hand and led her up to the bridge. He could feel their eyes boring into his back even as he turned the corner.

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

Sometimes, George really worried about the captain's sanity. Great captain he was, but blowing a kiss into the intercom... It made him squirm a little. Once Tearen re-entered the sick bay, and the small child followed him, George couldn't resist going after them. Curiosity, you understand. Eventually, he reached the bridge.

"Captain, would you care to fill us in here?" he asked dryly, "Who is this girl?"

She resembled him somewhat. A relative perhaps? But what was she doing on the Celestial Finale? Now that he thought about, George hadn't known Tearen had any relatives before Zearen popped up. The captain never talked about his private life. George took a seat. He wanted answers, and by hell, he wasn't leaving the bridge without them.

 

[lifesharker]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted much lately, ridiculously busy. Will get something done later tonight or tomorrow.

 

[Seth1789110]

OOC: Gyukles, or AngryCaterpie was banned, so his character is dead, I guess...thought I would update you guys...also, I will post up tomorrow.

 

[Mowz]

OOC: Sorry I was out.

Well, the squid is back. The rescue was a... er... mixed success. At least they had what was necessary. Now they were headed to Hrvalaster for some reason unknown to Soran. Tearen was reading some wierd (to Soran) magazine that the Psyz couldn't stand. Finally he exploded.

"Get that thing out of here or I will kill you!!" he yelled. Tearen seemed mad, but left, leaving Soran in the room. Then Mirryllo entered.

"Soran, where did you put the disk?" he inquired.

"It's right here." Soran turned over the disk. Mirryllo left the room as the Finale approached Hrvalaster.

<State name and reason for coming here.> The voice came up on the intercom.

<In order, sir, Soran of the Celestial Finale and I honestly don't know. Let me ask the captain...>

 

[TheSequelReturns]

All this trouble, sometimes it made Mirryllo wonder why he had chosen this life. He reached his room and plugged in his two electronic items. He then opened the box and flipped through the various disks inside, looking for something interesting. He settled on a simple harmonics disk filled with string instruments. Something about the various forms of harps was soothing.

The issue of the girl was a bit troubling as well. While she didn't bear enough of a resemblance to the captain to be certain, there was just something about her, the way she walked or talked, and some of her mannerisms were so like the captain that it was hard not to assume the troubling truth. She had to be his daughter. It was hard to accept, but it had to be true. Why else would she be here now that the ship had left the planet?

As the music swept through the room, Mirryllo thought through the scenario again and again. It was the only option that fit every question.

He would have to ask the captain about it, but he would have to be discrete. He should be in the hallways right now. Mirryllo headed out to try and catch him before he reached the bridge.

 

[Tearen the Absol]

Tearen was about to dismiss George's request as unimportant just as Mirryllo came shuffling onto the bridge with the same inquiry. Of course he mused Afterall, I didn't hire idiots. Still, he wasn't lax about revealing his private motives to his crew. Mercenaries as they were, it was unlikely they'd appreciate the ulterior reasons to this latest exploit. Tearen was trying to come up with a deviously clever lie when Hannah, in all of her nacent innocence, said:

"Daddy, remind me again why it's such a big secret?"

Hannah smiled sweetly at Tearen, who, despite his now blanching face, smiled back. He hoisted Hannah into his arms and sighed

"Yes well, I suppose I haven't introduced her quite yet to all of you. This is Hannah, my eh...daughter." Tearen said. The zenvohhan was the first to react. A deep chortling sound came from within his fibers, that translated through his device as laughter. George raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"Yes yes, I know. Please spare me the 'who, how, when, why' stuff...it's so..."

"Tedious." finished Hannah. She clambered out of Tearen's arms and stood on the deck. Dwarfed as she was by the other crew members, she still maintained an air of staunchness that rather impressed those present.

"Mingle about it as you see fit, but for God's sake, don't tell my brother..."

The captain was about to explain his motives some more, when fate happened to bring word from Hravalastr. A computerized message buzzed through the comm system.

"We come on behalf of Gorboid Regional Commander Ngh-her. He has assigned us to for a search and retrieve mission of large import. Request permission to land." Tearen said. The computer took a rather large interval of time in responding.

<Permission granted. Proceed on plotted vector bearing 20-310-0.>

Tearen nodded to Soran who input the coordinates. Autopilot took over and the ship jostled ever so slightly as it plunged it's way through the thick, misty atmosphere. Tearen was about to go over battle plans when Hal's calm voice quipped in over the comm system.

"Captain, I'm afraid Gyukles has just killed himself in a weapons fabrication experiment."

"Oh really?" was all Tearen said. He turned to Raiyne and Mirryllo and inclined his head.

"There's an opening in Weapons Specialist if you want it."

 

[Seth1789110]

OOC: I want that job really bad...Mirryllo, if its ok...I really want it....

Raiyne's face brightened.
"There's an opening in Weapons Specialist if you want it." Tearen had just asked. Raiyne jumped at the opportunity.
"I want it! O O O O O Me!" Raiyne continued to listen to Tearen talk about his daughter. He didnt seem to be intrested anymore. He left the deck, in search of Gyukles body. Raiyne found it laying dead and limp on a bed in the med bay. Hal walked over. Raiyne had noly seen Hal a few times. For the hundreds of stupid things Raiyne did, rarely did he get hurt, and even more rare was him going to the med bay for attention. But Hal had an elderly persona that Raiyne had always been comfortable with.
"Hey Hal...how is he?" Hal let out a wry smile.
"Well, some internal bleeding, heart failed, shrapnel in his brain, broken arms, you name it." Raiyne laughed sourly. Gyukles had always been arrogant, and Raiyne had never seemed to notice much. After all, without him, he would be dead. But Raiyne had also hated him for it, which kept him from opening up. He left the room, patting the tryll on the back. He walked silently down the hall and into Gyukles weapons facility. A computerized voice was then heard.
"Error-intruder-Gyukles body scan does not match with yours-state permission code-" Raiyne laughed. He walked over to a small panel, and turned it off.
"Sorry robo." He walked to Gyukles secret weapons plans. Inside, the very thing Raiyne needed for his suit to work without a hitch. He picked up the box.
"Thanks Gyukles!" He walked back into the med bay and layed a small figure of a robot on Gyukles.
"Rest in peace...rest in peace..."

 

[AzerWrath]

(heard you needed a sciencetist back. And, i've been not seeing this for ages due to lack of intelligence(temp) and when i see it, i assume it's dead. Ill start postin' tomorrow, when i get ideas and stuffs.)

 

[Tearen the Absol]

OOC: Yeah okay okay I know. I have a life.
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As the ship touched down on the steamy jungle planet, Tearen accidentally spilled some mini marshmallows all over his lap. This can only be a bad omen. he thought to himself. The Gorboid commander had warned him that Hravalastr might be perilous, and the planet had already attacked his afternoon snack.

"Captain," said Hector, interruptig his thought "It appears the atmostphere of this planet is riddled with pathogens that may prove harmful to almost every crew member aboard the Finale. I advise you wear full environmental suits to avoid contamination." the electronic voice said. Tearen nodded. Almost the crew, with the exception of Hal, who didn't breathe. Tearen should have known. The physiology of Gorboids made them immune to most forms of infection.

"Hmm, I guess I haven't actually told you guys why we're here. So." Tearen said, standing with one foot on the navigation console, in a cliche heroic pose.

"Today we venture forth on Hravalastr to seek out several data discs for the Gorboids. Why they woulnd't do this themselves I have no idea, but there you have it. Ryan, I need you to help hack into the database where the information is kept. The rest of you, well, this is an abandoned lab for some reason, and I can only assume it's overrun with zombies or something. Therefore, I'm allowing you to arm yourselves with any weapons you see fit. Fun, huh? Oh, Hal, stay near the ship unless we call for you, kay? In front of the ship in one hour. Dismissed, I guess."

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Tearen stood in his rubbery, black environmental suit looking how the oily vapors collected on his gun. The entire planet looked like a sauna, with bacterial steam wafting into the trees above. The landing platform was beginning to fall prey to the creeping vines of the jungle, and the path to the science facility was almost indiscernable. The only observable sentient life was some birdlike insects that flitted in the pinkish sky above. But plants and exotic fungi were everywhere.

No sounds came, except the occasional tittering of the bird-bugs, and it put Tearen ill at ease. The green headlights on his helmet threw the world into a devilish conrast of neon green and purple. Perhaps the reason Gorboids avoided the place was that it was just plain creepy.

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

OOC: Now THAT'S superstition. Then again, if Metroid Fusion has taught us anything, it's that parasites like laboratories. Also, beware of clones created from parasites. SA-X still gives me the heebie-jeebies.

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"Zombies. Captain, permission to say that's ridiculous?" Tearen was probably just trying to scare them. Honestly, was there a single member of the crew who believed that? Maybe Raiyne or Zearen, but still... Nonetheless, he took the point that there could be danger. If the Gorboids refused to come, it was probably serious.

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George suited up quickly and picked a nice rifle from the armory, and five clips of 150 rounds for the Laytonn. He hated the environmental suits. They chafed like hell, and only gave you a couple of hours of oxygen at max. Plus, it was impossible to tell who was who when they were wearing one. He stepped out into the humid jungle. The heat hit him like a ton of bricks. What was worse was that he couldn't sweat due to the humidity. This meant that the rubber suit would become very hot, and very smelly very fast. He cursed.

After a few minutes of silent walking, George spoke to who he thought was Mirryllo.

"So, what do you think of this whole situation with the captain's daughter?"

 

[TheSequelReturns]

OOC: Mirryllo would still be fairly easy to spot as he has five legs.

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Honestly, Mirryllo didn't know what the others were complaining about. This planet was full of life and color, and the humidity in the air was refreshing. It made him feel like he had a boost of energy. The only thing bothering him now was that the suit limited the amount of sunlight he received. A jungle planet like this would probably have a nice bright sun.

"So, what do you think of this whole situation with the captain's daughter?" someone asked him. It sounded like George.

"Hopefully the captain knows what he's doing. The girl seems to be strong willed at least. As long as she doesn't try to come along with us on a mission, I don't mind having her on board." Mirryllo said.

He reached over and adjusted the strap on his volt disk for the third time. It kept slipping on this rubbery suit. Mirryllo stopped to collect a small cocoon on a tree branch. The species looked familiar, like something from his home world. He placed it in the container attachment on his Multi-Spanner he had brought along for this trip in particular. Unfortunately, it was a large module, and he had been forced to remove the extra battery slot, laser cutter, and the hook shot attachments. Hopefully he wouldn't find himself needing one of those.

 

[lifesharker]

Hal sat down in his chair and prepared to relax with some music and a book. ““From Eckiel to Earth”, perhaps” he mused “or maybe “Spiral to Spiral: or How to Travel the Milky Way with Towel and Toothbrush in Hand”. Not the snappiest title ever, but humorous nonetheless.”

Making his choice, Hal was happily about to begin reading when he realised he wasn’t alone.

Hannah looked at him from the doorway, eyes shining. “Note to self: must talk to the captain about her. In all the ruckus over Ghaerlli, I never did get a chance to talk to him properly.”

“Hello, Hal! Daddy said I was to stay here with you and be a good girl. What do you want to do? Do you want to play a game with my Hal, please?” Hal barely caught the words, spoken at top speed in a high-pitched squeal. It always astonished Hal just how slowly other species matured. This girl was almost as old as him, yet she acted like a hatchling on her first trip out of the aerie.

“What did you have in mind?” Despite his reluctance to be dragged away from his relaxation, he couldn’t exactly leave the girl on her own now could he?

“Hide and seek, hide and seek! I’ll go hide. You count to a hundred, and then come and find me. Ready, go!” Hannah practically bounced out of the room. She paused for a moment. “And no cheating!” The old tryll chuckled.

“Of course not, young lady. I wouldn’t even dream of it.” Hal sat and put his hands over his eyes, still chuckling. He began counting.

“1, 2, 3….”

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“98, 99, 100! Here I come!” Hal rose stiffly from his chair. “Hector.”

“Yes, o great and mighty Hal, healer of injured folk?” Hal laughed to himself at the sarcasm. Whoever programmed Hector had a strange sense of humour.

“I need you to locate Hannah for me.”

“Cheating, Hal? What an unusual action for an organic meatbag.” There was silence for a moment. “The human meatbag designated “Hannah” is no longer present on board the ship.”

Hal’s heartrate doubled in an instant. A sweat broke on his brow. “What do you mean, not on board. Of course she’s on board. Where else could she be?”

“I do not know.”

Hal raced from the room as fast as his old joints would carry him. “Hannah! Hannah!!”
Hannah emerged from behind the medical table. “Thanks, Hector! That’ll teach him to try and cheat.”

““Thanks” is a meatbag concept that a perfect, immortal machine such as myself has no need of. I merely follow orders; it seems customary in human societies to elevate the progeny of their leaders to undeserving positions, regardless of their often blatant idiocy and incompetence, so it seems only natural that the same procedure occurs aboard the ship.”

Whatever his excuses for following Hannah’s orders, it was clear that Hector just enjoyed watching Hal suffer. As much as a machine could, anyway.

OOC: Bonus points for anyone who can tell me which two games the “meatbag” and “perfect immortal machine” references came from.

I hate Hector.

 

[Seth1789110]

OOC: Well I dont no what game its from, but Bender from Futurama says 'meatbag' alot. There is a star wars reference thing in here...

Raiyne walked out of the ship. The heat was unbearable.
"Aww f***. I hate weather like this." He felt the rubber suit sticking to his skin. He caught up with Soran.
"Hey, happy to be here?" Soran was sulking and Raiyne chuckled at him. Raiyne and Soran walked along the path with Raiyne by his side. Raiyne was thoroughly disgusted by the forest, yet something was drawing him farther in. They stopped at a big tree. George and Mirryllo looked around. Raiyne saw a flash of light deep down a path. It was completely covered by fungus and plants of that nature, and Raiyne began to walk down it. He saw a giant creature walking in the shadows.
"Looks like some dumb Akaley. Oh S***!! An Akaley!" The six legged creature heard Raiyne scream and it roared.
"Aww sh**..." Raiyne ran behind a tree. George and Mirryllo were leaving the site, and Raiyne ran after them. He caught up with them, constantely looking back.
"Guys, this planet is so f***ing scary..." Raiyne loaded an extra clip into his custom rifle, and stuck a small canister into the chainsaw part of his gun. They slowly walked down a path, and Raiyne was getting worried. He saw shadows in the woods, and it worried him.
"Just like in the movies."

 

[Son_of_Shadows]

OOC: I assumed that since this is a jungle planet, the undergrowth would be thick enough to obscure the lower body.

 

[TheSequelReturns]

OOC: @Son_of_Shadows: I don't know why, but I assumed that there was a path.

@lifesharker: The "meatbag" reference is from HK-47 in KOTOR 2. Is the other one from Mass Effect?

 

[Tearen the Absol]

"Just like the movies?" Tearen asked. He turned around and took split sigh to take in the giant green spidery creature. He sighed dejectedly off to the side.

"Yes Raiyne, but unlike the movies, we have guns designed to kill things."

With that, Tearen grabbed his brother and shoved him toward the Ackley. As the monster was about to bring a claw through his thoraxic regions, Tearen fired a round from his AMP right at the Ackley's jaw. With a satisfying thump-boom, the head was reduced to a frenetic cluster of positrons, which hastily dissipated. The headless carcass thundered to the ground. Tearen chuckled lightly and motioned for the group to continue on.

Upon reaching the laboratory, the crew discovered the place to be overgrown with protuberant plant life. Exotic, fleshy roots covered a majority of the exterior. The doors inside were wrenched open, by looks of it, by an animal trying to get in. However, as they passed the threshold into the shining metal halls, Tearen noticed that there were more marks on the inside, in indication of something trying to get out. Nevertheless, the crew had to continue into the deadly silent complex.

"Alright," Tearen said, his voice electronic through the environment suit "We'll be splitting into three teams. Zearen and Ryan, come with me. Raiyne, George; Try to discover what happened here. Mirryllo and Soran, try to scavenge anything useful, but don't take anything onboard until Ryan or Hal has taken a look at it. I don't want anything contaminating our ship. Move out."