Havelock Vetinari

Well, we lost one player and gained another it seems. Balance yadda yadda stuffno-onecaresabout. Curious, anyone making a new character?

IC (Remus) Remus, having grown tired of the various secret service agents trying to slip a leash on her, had slipped into something more comfortable. Well, in this setting anyway, being a wolf had it's advantages elsewhere. Now the only type of person who'd try to leash her was the kind the police wouldn't miss overmuch. She trailed behind Lord and his associate, Shiloh. Her uniform, despite the lack of insignia was drawing more then a few nervous glances from the escorts. She smiled at that, it was a feral thing.

IC (Devas, Ameli) Devas was silent for a few moments, then grabbed his left hand. "Oh no. My hand. It is broken. I will be unable to play. I am sad." The lack of effort he put into the act would have awed the director's of the cheapest of B-movies. Devas then began to back into the hallway. "I must go to the medbay." By medbay, he of course meant 'hide in the hanger until this blows over". Ameli waited a moment. Then moved after him. "I shall escort you." It was only proper, considering the oaths she had taken upon joining the secret police. OOC: Incoming interaction, Viral. If you're up for it.

IC (Ameli, Devas) Ameli and Devas hung back, more or less taken aback by the entire situation. They were being forced to play sports. With aliens, along with other assorted undesirables, slavers, someone they had decided was pirate who had no intentions of retiring whilst he still drew breath and last but certainly not least, the devil-woman who seemed to manufacture bioweapons from mere foodstuffs watching, waiting. Ameli slowly turned to regard Devas. "I am going to have to ask you to hit me. Hard. This must be a dream." There was a certain note of desperation in her voice.

OOC: Picked a bad time for family move night, evidently. Amistad, in case you were curious. IC (Ameli) Ameli had, the moment the attack came, upended a nearby piece of furniture and hunkered down behind it. Someone had been kind enough to leave a pistol laying about on the floor, she rather thought it went well with her dagger. At the moment, however, whilst still a safe distance away from the mindless violence that came with aliens embracing their true natures, she was not certain, who, exactly, she should be shooting. She care little for the Engi government on a personal level, but an incident of any sort would have...ah, consequences.

IC (Ameli) Ameli, as was her custom, was staying silent. She had compiled quite the list of ways this whole affair could go horribly, horribly wrong. The fact the would-be slaver was in the security detail did not fill her with confidence for one thing. That been the only real surprise however, the fact much of the population would like to personally kill her was expected, they were aliens after all and unlike their leaders, the civilian Engi seemed eager to show their primal colors. She respected them more then their government at least, they were honest about what they were, they did not hide behind false friendship. She disliked the fact her trusty V45 had been left behind on the ship...though she'd slipped a small dagger into her combat boots. Push come to shove, she was not quite defenseless.

IC (Ameli) "Rare enough that a good vet could save it, I hope." Ameli somehow contrived to look hungry through the expressionless face of her military-issue gasmask.

IC (Ameli) "I was selected for this mission due to my tolerance, colonel. I will be happy to accompany you." Ameli smoothed out a stray crease in her uniform. "As long as the aliens do not attempt to touch me, all shall be well." Ameli paused for a moment. "They have steak yes?" IC (Devas) Devas inclined his head in a classic Vendarian show of deference. "Dave will be of great use, I have no doubt. I shall make my preperations."

IC (Devas) Devas chuckled. "Probably a bit more edible then your average military rations." He paused for a moment. "We'd need to run some tests to be certain of course, but I don't think the Confederacy would select a planet with game that one cannot live off for an outpost."

IC (Ameli) "Something you would do well to avoid being underfoot of." Ameli had come up from behind Vincent, weapon slung at her side. "Planet I was stationed on, you learned not to trust apperances in wildlife...but I'm pretty sure these creatures could crush the life out of you without even noticing." She cocked her head for a moment, thinking. "Could be some parasites attached to them as well. I'd stay well away from them."

Character to go with one of Tyler's upcoming profiles. Post for approval. Name: Leon Kane Codename: None. Age: 30 (mid-twenties in appearance) Gender: Male Loyalties/Faction: Nominally, his current employer though this attitude is somewhat…flexible to say the least. At the moment the majority of his loyalties lay with his partner in cri-business, Jenna. In short, he is more loyal to ideas and his current way of life then too any one faction. As he possesses some basic morality he can be relied upon to betray certain kinds of employers. This is often done with ill-concealed glee. He also has pronounced, loud, loathing of the more organized vampires, the covens. Who he feels are a bunch of arrogant would-be aristocrats that, by and large, are good for nothing at all. In short, in his view, they are much like the very worst sort of politician. Power(S): He shares the powers and abilities of a certain strain of vampires, though with one notable different. His general strength and speed is well above the human norm, and the fact he isn’t exactly alive has increased his durability to a great extent as well, as vampires have fewer vital points to hit. Unlike some other vampires of this particular strain however, he is completely unable to manifest a glamor or otherwise affect the human mind hypnotically. He is perversely proud of this fact. He does, however, possess a smattering of magical knowledge that, should it ever be married to reliable sources on the subject, could be quite dangerous. Appearance: Caucasian and sporting a light tan, Leon Kane doesn’t appear to be one who spends his days locked up in a cabin in the mountains staring at weapons with a disturbing glint in the eye. This impression is, of course, true. Aside from his skin tone he has a head of black hair tied in a ponytail behind his head, though this often becomes somewhat untidy the further he gets from civilization. The jungle, for example, cares little for niceties. His eyes are a light green, though after his transformation much of their original vibrancy has fled to parts unknown. His features are otherwise somewhat sharp and angular, with notable fangs being evident in his mouth. In terms of clothing he tends to dress in whatever suits the climate he is currently visiting, though the red fez he always sports is utterly unnegotiable, come rain or sleet or snow, he will be wearing the fez. All glory to the fez. Weapons: Due to the massive variety of environments his work takes him too Leon prefers to use simple, durable weapons. This translates into a well-worn AK-74 that looks as though it has been dragged through a swamp, thrown across a desert and left for dead atop a snow-capped mountain. Beyond this he has a variety of small knifes and daggers. One dagger in particular is of special note however, as it is clearly quite old. Forged from steel during the days of Ptolemaic Egypt, this dagger sports a hilt of crocodile bone with designs of various creatures, often somewhat jackal-like of unknown origin upon it. This weapon possess some amount of magic that manifests in a very singular effect, when stabbed into the body of an enemy a small army of scarabs will crawl forth from it, tearing and biting. They can be killed as easily as other insects however. Skills: Having gone through military and MACE training, Leon is an excellent melee combatant and proficient with most modern arms, though swords, spears and the like are somewhat out of his league in that regard, he tends to focus on the modern battlefield and not the ancient wars of humanity. He is an astute researcher and scholar, to some extent, as he has made a point of studying ancient cultures amongst other things. He has a basic understanding of vampire biology and what, exactly, makes them tick, making him more than a little dangerous to any other neck-biters who provoke his ire. As mentioned above, he has some knowledge of magic, though, as yet, he has not been able to master any spells. It’s very much a work in progress. Personality: Irreverent, pointedly disdainful of certain kinds of authority and having little patience for the various would be nobles of the vampire world, Leon Kane is a strange mix of philosopher, “archeologist” (his methods would give most true archeologists a heart attack and then some) and soldier. Leon tends to be free with his opinions and utterly uncaring of what other people might think of them, though he makes exceptions for people who manage to become close to him. Arrogance in general seems to be something of a constant bugbear for him, as, when confronted with it, he cannot resist the impulse to take the person displaying it down a few pegs. When discussing matters of magic and certain ancient secrets however, he grows deadly serious. There is a time for play, and a time to focus on not teeing off the dark powers of the old world. Weakness: Being a vampire, he shares the weaknesses of his strain. Namely that a wooden stake through the heart will kill him right quickly, even by the standards of such a deadly event. Wood contacting the interior of the body in general has a paralytic effect upon this strain. The real danger, of course, is his allergy to holy water and the chemicals contained within, which have roughly the effect Germany had on France during the opening years of World War 2 on his body. Holy water, even small amounts of it, is quite deadly to this particular strain of vampires. Bullets and weapons that simulate the sun, if they were to penetrate his body, would also have a deadly effect, not just upon area infected by the bullet, but in every part of his body the light touches, as it would instantly kill the virus that keeps vampires moving, walking and talking. Bio: Leon Kane grew up in the most desolate, hateful area on Earth, the dreaded city of darkness and despair, Detroit. Understandably, he fell in with the army as soon as humanly possible and left that city of terror and horror far far behind him. He spent much of his time in the service with the army, but transferred to MACE soon after that short-lived organization was founded. As far as he was concerned, the pay was good, but the work was dangerous. Leon quietly resented being shifted to such a dangerous job when, previously, he’d been nestled in a somewhat comfortable base in Germany. His feelings on the matter did not improve when MACE launched a raid on city within the deepest deserts of Arabia, supposedly the hiding place of a dangerous mutant cult. This was not the case. A cult of vampires, empowered by sorcery beyond the ken of most, and aided by monsters summoned from depths unreachable by many minds, had made its home within that forsaken, desolate city. Leon and his unit made in a stand in the ruined, ancient temple of the city, holding off the creatures for three days with bullets, grenades and exceedingly creative shouted obscenity. However, one could only hold off a cult by questioning their parentage and their mother’s choice in partners for so long and eventually, his unit was overrun. Leon and the few other survivors fled into the shadows of the city, hoping to escape or find more solid ground to fight from. Leon managed to escape the city, eventually, though when he walked back out into the desert sands, blood dripping from a large wound in his neck, he wasn’t what one would call human anymore. Not being one to dwell on things, he fell out with MACE and spent the next few years skipping across the Middle East digging up old ruins, reading through even older books and occasionally getting shot at or bitten as he searched for answers. If he found them, he isn’t talking very much about them. He left the Middle East after meeting his partner, figuring that, at the very least, she made things quite interesting. He spent the next few years traipsing around the world with her, digging up artifacts, breaking blood cruses, getting shot at quite a bit more…overall, he’s found the whole experience quite exciting. There are worse ways to spend an unlife, as it were.

IC (Ameli) Ameli, of course, already had her gasmask equipped and had taken up a guard position near the entrance simply out of habit. "Sir, if there are spores in the air, they could spread by skin contact, moisture...any number of things. Gasmasks may not be enough to stop it."

OOC: I hold off posting for one day and completely lose track of what's going on... IC (Devas) Devas keyed his comms, unaware of the utter chaos consuming other parties. "Colonel. I have just seen a Vendarian soldier on planet. This is..." Devas struggled for words for a moment. "clearly impossible. Can't be an airborn agent. Advise caution." The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up, his heart rate was increasing and in the dark corners of his mind, long-dormant instincts were screaming at him to run as far and as fast as he could. Unfortnately, Vendarian military training was not as intelligent as these instincts, and did not consider an illusion, however impossible and disturbing in it's implications, grounds for a retreat. IC (Halik) It seemed every time this ship made a stop of any sort, some sort of deadly mortal peril materialized and did it's level best to kill them. Halik was almost used to it at this point. She'd been paying attention to the findings of the group, as expected of someone in her position, but she'd held her tongue and her peace. It was unlikely they would listen to her at any rate. Colonel seemed to be the only one with any interest in her advice. As yet, Daniels seemed to be handling the situation well. Considering he seemed to have an interest in the pink-haired gene deviant, this was a relief. At least the military-centered part of his judgement was sound.

IC (Devas) After dropping off Daniels and his various subordinates, the half-track had continued onwards, dropping Devas and those assigned to his leadership to the designated target zone. Without little preamble, Devas exited the half-track, V-45 half raised. "Right then. You know the drill, or I hope you do. We'll be gathering the crystals for transport and trying not to die."

IC (Ameli) "I would suggest routine flybys over the destinations and, if needed, the travel routes of each group. If our communications are somehow disabled it could well be the difference between life and death." Ameli paused for a moment. "Not likely, I admit, but as we said in the academy, better paranoid and stressed then dead and relaxed."

IC (Ameli) Ameli stared blankly for a moment, wondering what the Colonel was referencing. "Oh. Christianity. I took a class on that." She mumbled absent mindedly. Most of the citizens into that sort of thing in her home city had followed the creed of Buddhism. She took a hesitant step forward on her good foot, more or less relying on Harken for much of the support needed to keep her upright. She blinked a few times, clearly not operating at her best. "Right. Doctor. Sounds good."

IC (Ameli) Ameli, who was currently sagging against a wall and rather pointedly avoiding moving her injured foot in any manner whatsoever, nodded at the Colonels comment. "At this point, we would have to come face to face with a planet-sized elder god for things to be-" Ameli suddenly stopped speaking, cut off by a spasm of pain working it's way up her leg. "T-thats not good. I think."

If you've read through the somewhat extensive works of a certain arab you're probably safe. Well. Maybe. Depends. During blood moon's I make no promises.

Enough callous brutality and dark pacts can fix anything!

Oh, I suspect Darwin will get to Ashley long before cancer could...

You're not entirely alone there. Playing genetic twister just to "express your personality" seems silly, dangerous and foolish in the extreme. So I suspect the issue will sort itself out when some mutant strain of cancer shows up.

IC (Ameli) Ameli, freed from the grasp of the Rockman, scrambled to pick up a dagger thrown across the corridor by one of the fallen pirates. She'd never seen the point of reintroducing melee weapons herself, in a world of tanks, rapid-fire ranged weapons and drone strikes it just seemed superflous and pointless. Not to say a knife didn't come in handy in the jungle, but in the chaos of the battlefield she'd more or less assumed they were worthless. The fact Harken was in an armlock with a hulking Rock and she couldn't well fire into the melee had changed her prespective somewhat. So it was, a few seconds later, that a somewhat discontent Vendarian leaped onto the back of the hulking xeno and attempted to stab it in the eyes with a stolen dagger.

I made a deal with several dark and dire alien gods. I spill the blood of my enemies upon their altar, in exchange they..... Erm, in all seriousness, I just have to find a way to clear up a half an hour to brainstorm and type. Normally by pushing back the time I get into bed. Or that rather comfortable leather couch.

IC (Ameli) Reacting quickly, Ameli began to backpedal, blasting away at the enemy Rockmen. She knew these creatures were well-armored, to the point where the seemingly foolish tactic of engaging an enemy armed with ranged weapons with naught but fists and bad attitude, was a semi-viable tactic to them. That said, she had also noted their eyes were not armored. This was why each bolt of plasma she let fly was aimed directly at the head.

IC (Ameli) Ameli pounded her fist against her chest in a classic Vendarian salute. "It shall be done Colonel." There was something odd about her voice, flat, not out of disinterest or distaste, this was somewhat different. One could get the impression was utterly focused on the task before her, or at least, the general situation. This was a common result of Vendarian training, personal dislikes and much of the non-combat world ceased to matter the moment the first shot was fired. Without another word, Ameli executed an about face and exited the bridge. She keyed her come as she strode to her new post. "I am inbound on your position Captain Harken on the Colonels orders. Copy?"