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| Welcome To Suicide Station; Rem & Vash // Easy | |
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| Topic Started: May 4 2015, 12:27 PM (205 Views) | |
| Vash | May 4 2015, 12:27 PM Post #1 |
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Title: Welcome to Suicide Station Location: Ruins of Cauldron/Suicide Station Difficulty: Easy Description: For some reason or another you have made your way to Suicide Station; the home of the most villainous and treacherous beings across the galaxy. Just minutes after docking your ship you are accosted in the hanger bay by a trio of brutes, demanding a 1000 zeni protection fee to make sure your ship doesn't get broken into while you are on the station. Prove you aren't just some fish in this new pond of sharks! Requirement: Must have a Space Ship. Reward: +400 zeni, +4 DP, +35 all stats, +4 Rp Credits |
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| Rem | May 4 2015, 02:32 PM Post #2 |
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The Super Namek
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---6 Months Previous--- The Quixote, Last Warship of the Justice League, settled smoothly into the docking clamps at Suicide Station. Air valves opened and exhausted themselves, airlocks gave way to dull metal walkways, and sighs of relief passed among the crew all aboard. Predominately Namekian, the Crew had been following Rem for the better part of a year. Together they'd taken down Merc Groups who had attacked Namek, visited vengeance upon the enemies of the JL, and safely 'time-locked' an Omega level weapon in the past. The Quixote was barely recognizeable, even to Rem. He'd purchased fake transponder codes months back, and knew that to the Space Control folks on Cauldrons main station that the ship would appear as the "SilverFish IV" an Avalonian Passenger Liner/Cruise Ship. The damage would be chalked up to a foiled Pirate attack, and the emergency dock at Suicide Station would be apparent as pragmatic need for repairs. "Well, we're here, hon." Jen said, silently coming to stand behind the Captains Chair, one hand moving over the chair back to caress the smooth, emerald skin at the base of Rem's Neck. "I'll admit I know very little about the galaxy, alien species, or this time era... But I suspect we could have found somewhere a little nicer to take a vacation." Rem's eyes closed and for a few moments he simply luxuriated in the feel of his womans hand upon his neck, easing away his tension and turmoil. "Yeah. We could have visited Master Adel's compound on Kelioux. The lush forests and ancient ruins would have been nice... Or even better, the Sky Cities on Ippen. I WILL take you there some day. A habitable gas planet. The houses and buildings loosely float around, connected to each other with powerful chains and such. Herds of Enormous Sky Whales sing absolutely stunning songs if you can find them... But..." Rem forced himself to stand then, detaching himself from the soothing feel of Jens fingers. "I've been there before. Someone might recognize me, or even this ruin of a ship. I've taken too many chances in the last year, and its time to stop for a while. This ship, the few score Nameks and Vagril aboard it, and You are all I have left in this universe... It's time I stop putting it in danger. We'll stay here, pay the ridiculous prices to get our home fixed... And rest." -461 |
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| Vash | May 4 2015, 03:26 PM Post #3 |
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Gross...
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[align=center]-------------PRESENT DAY-------------[/align] Vash's recently acquired space craft rocketed through deep space in search of an old friend. The demon just had a premonition of sorts of once great Namekian warrior known as Rem. It was strange, Rem didn't seem like his old self. For one thing, he was piss ass drunk, and he said something about Vash being a ghost. It became clearly evident that Rem was under the assumption that Vash had died a long time ago. When Vash woke up in the hospital in the not so distant past, he woke up to loneliness. None of his friends were by his side, and he too assumed that they were either dead or worse, had abandoned him. The fact that Vash had a vision of Rem still being alive was both a blessing, and also a curse. It crossed his mind that Rem had abandoned him, but, if the Namekian thought that Vash was dead... He just had to find Rem and get everything straightened out. He was a major key in figuring out what had happened to him, why he had fallen into a coma, who he was... Everything. After his ship was destroyed in Valhalla, he needed a new ride. Hijacking one from the Saiyan army on that planet was a stroke of genius, and luck. The fact that it was a similar class to the one he lost was icing on the cake. It didn't take him long to figure out some of the intricacies of the foreign technology, but once he had, it was time to begin his search. His search has brought him to Cauldron. Once a complete planet, Cauldron had been obliterated in a battle, nothing but ruins remained. The details of the battle were unknown to the demon, but what he did know kind of excited him. The information stored on what he was now calling the 'Valiant III,' was much more detailed than on his old, outdated databanks of the 'Valiant II.' It also helped that the Ruins of Cauldron had influences from all corners of the galaxy, including Saiyan investors. The Ruins of Cauldron promised to be a melting pot of all manners of scum from all walks of life. The more he thought about it, the more Vash realized that he was going to fit in quite nicely. The ruins appeared on the view port in the distance ahead of him. He had made decent time getting here, it was actually a quicker trip than he had originally planned. He had wanted to meditate, align his feelings and mental state before reaching his destination. To walk amongst the scum and carry out his mission would take an incredible amount of focus on his part, especially if he was going to remain somewhat incognito during the expedition. Finding Rem was going to be the most difficult part. The plan was to land and form a series of intelligence networks to locate the Namekian. If he knew Rem, at least, the old Rem, not the one from the premonition, that Namekian bastard would have hidden himself well. It was going to take everything he had to track him down. The benefit of using this hijacked Saiyan craft would show itself soon enough. A beep accompanied with a flashing yellow light on the communications board signaled an incoming transmission. He was being hailed upon entry into Cauldron's atmosphere, or what was left of it. The ruins presented themselves like a series of asteroids being held together with bits of gravity and various gasses. A large space station served as the entry point, known in the databanks as 'Suicide Station.' What an interesting name... Vash thought as he pressed the flashing button. A grizzled man's face appeared on the Valiant's holoscreen. "Welcome to Cauldron. You may dock your craft in Hanger F, subsection 3. Uploading coordinates to the Huntail now," the gate worker rattled off his rehearsed greeting like a robot. A map appeared on the screen, showing Vash where to land his ship. The Huntail, huh... The demon smiled and nodded, showing the gatesmen he understood his instructions. Using the Saiyan Army craft was an easy way to enter this place under a guise. He would work out the details later, but for now... Vash followed the map towards his hangar, and set the ship down. It was a surprisingly large ship hangar, there had to have been at least 20 docks on this particular level. Mechanics and repair droids scurryed about, stepping over loose wires and tubing and other various pieces of equipment. The landing ramp opened and Vash took his first steps onto the space station, instantly finding it a bit difficult to breath. The generated atmosphere obviously wasnt up to the same level as some of the more, better funded institutions, but it would make do. Almost instantly, a rather large amphibious looking alien made his way over, carrying an electronic clipboard. A Kanassan... Vash recognized the species immediately, they were kind of hard to forget. Your space craft... the Huntail... it's carrying some out-dated codes... the Kanassan's voice filled Vash's mind. He forgot that they mostly communicated telepathically. For a second, he thought he was in trouble. If the codes didn't match up, or if it had been discovered that the ship was stolen, things would get hairy awfully quick. The demon gulped nervously, careful to hide his feelings though. Kanassans had a natural ability to read such emotions, which was probably why he was in a management position of the entry hangar. For a small fee, I might be able to look the other way... The creepiest looking smile, if you could call it that, stretched across the fish man's face. It was a shake down, pure and simple. Because of the clientele that frequented places like this, it made sense that someone would want to make a little extra cheddar on the side, it was just surprising to Vash that it came from a Kanassan. He had a choice to make here, pay up or cause a scene. Vash smirked and shook his head before reaching into his pocket and pulled out a small wad of money. He unclipped the silver band that held his stack together, and handed the Kanassan a fold of bills. Welcome to Suicide Station Lord... Uhhh... The Kanassan checked his electronic clipboard again. Maulanimus? Am I pronouncing that alright? The Huntail had obviously been registered to this Lord Maulanimus character. Well, was anyway, seeing as he was now laying facedown in a pool of his own blood back on Valhalla. "Please," Vash held his hand up with a wave and a friendly smile. "Just call me Maul." Very well Lord Maul, the Kanassan dug into his pocket and produced a key. Here's the key to this hangar, and if there's anything else I can do for you, my office is located right over there. Enjoy your stay on Cauldron. Vash nodded and tipped the Kanassan a little extra, thanking him for his discretion. Now, it was time to begin his search. Now dressed head to toe in a disguise he had found within the ship, Vash pulled the hood of the black robes he was wearing up over his head and made his way through the space port. [align=center]------------------------------------------ WORD COUNT - 1,215[/align] |
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| Rem | May 5 2015, 06:49 PM Post #4 |
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The Super Namek
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A few minutes after landing, Rem sent Paryl and the Robotic Zell out to haggle with the foreman for the work crew who was already beginning to set up for the long job ahead of them. Repairing the Quixote back to pristine would take months, and cost hundreds of thousands of credits. Luckily, as the only person still drawing on the JL Funds, Rem had access to what he would need. He knew that someone out there was probably still tracing the accounts funds usage, but Rem had taken precautions. Anytime he withdrew money it would bounce around a dozen banks on nearly as many worlds, then get siphoned through various corporate shell companies before he ever touched it. Soon, Rem, Jen, and two other Namekians were walking out of the docking area and into the main terminal of the space station. Jen, being a female Namekian- a sight that would bear remembrance from those who saw her, was wearing a long, thick cloak that came down over her face and hid her racial features. She could be any thing from human to Icose to an outside observer. "*Kaff*" One of the Namekians signaled to Rem, and the Kaisen turned slightly as they walked to see a trio of figures get up from a table, leaving half eaten meals and drinks behind. The group was attempting to be nonchalant as they matched paces with the green skinned entourage. Ahead, the path came to a 90 degree turn that would allow the group to cut them off without making a scene. Very cute... Rem didn't even bother waiting for the inevitable shake down. Already he was prodding at the minds of the three aliens, unobtrusively looking for weak points in their mental walls. They weren't hard to find. At the turn in the path, Rem could feel a slight nervous anticipation rise within his companions, but nothing happened. The three men stopped, let them pass, and then proceded on a cross route that led them straight out of the terminal section the Quixote's crew would be passing along. "Going to have to watch ourselves here," Rem said. "Pass the word that no one goes anywhere alone. The criminals here are pretty brazen, but won't usually risk a scene or take any chances with a group of figures in the main station sectors itself." Rem tossed a grin at the hooded face that looked over at him, and winked. "I thought they were going to rob us." Jen whispered. "They were going to try to shake us down, sure..." Rem confirmed, "But a few pushes on their minds and I was able to convince them that we were too intimidating to bother with. They could find easier marks in another part of the station." The group proceded onward, and soon enough found themselves passing through a circular atrium that led into the station interior. Rem dispatched one of their companions to a help desk, and he returned a few moments later with directions to the nearest housing authority. They turned out to have a run of luck with that. Apparently, a few months back a fire had destroyed most of an old apartment complex on the station. They were even now repairing it, but the top 3 floors were finished, and if Rem paid a premium, he could rent out the entire section of the apartment before it went to general public purchase. More money, but with it came segregation and group security. An hour after leaving the Quixote, Rem had enough rooms and space for everyone on the ship. And with construction on the hotel continuing, no one should bother them for weeks at the least. Perfect. "I think we should celebrate our good fortune." Rem announced as the four of them left the housing authority later. "Lets go grab some food, see if we can get some delivered to the ship for the rest of our folks. They're probably as sick and tired of space rations as I am." All welcomed and accepted the idea as fantastic. -754//1215 |
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