Official Spacefleet RP

[Bacon]

Bacon looked around for his next opponent, breathing hard. "I need to do some more cardio," he sighed as a bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and came to a stop in his eyebrow. He spun around, finding nothing. He stood still, trying to lure his unseen foe into attacking. Hearing a sound, he jerked his head around, only to see a very big explosion eminating from a distant simulation.

Bacon stood still for a while, occasionally looking left or right, awaiting the inevitable strike... but it never came. Bacon sighed, checking his watch. It was three minutes at least since the last attack. "I know I programmed in more opponents than that. That was just... let's see... four ninjabots."

Bacon checked his PDA, which he used to send the commands to the computer. Sure, the holodeck was voice-activated, but it was just habit for Bacon to use the microcomputer. "Four? What? I'm sure I told it to spawn seven of those ninjabots. I'll just..."

While he was talking, seven ninjabots appeared at once. They all started hacking at him with their weapons, which passed through Bacon not too painlessly. "Darn voice-activation!" The ninjabots seemed to become aware that Bacon was immune. They bowed before him.

"We bow before your strength, invincible master Clint Jeremy Thunder. We are ready to serve your will, Master Thunder." The holo-bots said in uncanny unison.

"I'm not Cl-..."Bacon started, then stopped. Clint had programmed these himself, this must have been a little pointless easter-egg he embedded in their coding. He addressed the group as a whole, "The ninjabot to your immediate left has betrayed my will. Cut off his head."

The circle of mindless, holographic robots did what they were ordered without question, killing all seven of them. Bacon laughed, then started to walk out of the holodeck. He had performed a full test of the CAW under various situations, and that was mostly what he had wanted to accomplish here. He was proud of the weapon, it held up well and had a good rate of fire.

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ZOC shook his head modestly, "Not for the moment. We will discuss specific strategy and tactics when the time comes. I suggest we start preparations immediately, as completing the Fenris Class ship will take some time. Are you in? Or are you not?"

Vedrik was made uneasy by the tone of ZOC's voice as he said this. There was no doubt now in his mind of the Huuji Laketan's ambition. There was a saying in Laketan, that the three deadliest vices are "zioscey, rioscey, cas verioscey". Translated into English, the saying is roughly:

If I were to leave some sort of legacy,
Heaven forbid it's for one of these three:
Being jealous, zealous, or rebellious.

Vaike of Huuji displayed these attributes more than any other Laketan alive. He reminded Vedrik of legendary warlord Catii Sil Zula of the Pre-Expansion Empire, who's lust for power and wealth led to the demise of his entire household. It also seemed comparable to two historic humans he'd heard of, Napolean Bonaparte and Adolphe Hitler.

All of these men left legacies of being jealous, ambitious, and power-thirsty. Vedrik now knew ZOC had those dark seeds embedded deep in his soul. And that frightened him, for the first time in his life. For twenty-three generations, none of his ancestors ever tasted true fear. That startled him most of all, that someone so unassuming could elicit such an emotion from a warrior of his caliber.

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Silna Kovruu, as she dropped the "of" in an attempt to further distance herself from the culture that alienated her, walked into the cantina, which seemed more crowded than usual. She was hoping to catch Bacon on his lunch break, but he wasn't here, nor were any others she recognized.

Sighing, she walked to the only table with a free seat. "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"

"Not for some time." Andrew Kyve said, more bitter than he had meant for it to sound.

"It's empty, go ahead, sit." Deri said with a weak smile. "Sorry if we're not exactly happy, we lost a friend a while back."

As she sat, Silna returned almost the exact same expression, "I know how that is." Fond thoughts of Soto and the others filled her mind. "My name is Silna."

"Pleased to meet you, I'm Deri and that's Kyve." The half-werewolf said, extending his hand. She shook it, beginning a new friendship that would last for many years.

They started talking about their pasts, then the conversation somehow moved on to species. Next they talked of current events and the local food, and somewhere in the middle of it all, their spirits lifted. They still missed Jord and the I.T.E.O., but as Deri pointed out, there was no way to change what's already happened, and it may be best to embrace the present and aspire for the future.

[Shadaras]

It wasn't that he needed the training. It was simply that he needed the excercise, and this was the best way to get it. Pathos grinned, running his hands through dark blond hair. The sim-rooms were his favoured place to stay, when he was at a base that had them. 'fleet central definitely had the best ones, though. VA systems everywhere. It was a marvel.

Drawing his sword, he took a deep breath, dropping into a guard. "Computer. Duel simulation. Skill level.. 3." High enough for the AI systems to be a challenge, but not so high he'd loose. Honestly, who could stand loosing, especially against a computer? But then, most people here had grown up with them. Not so for him.

Pathos. The name rang in his head as the AI blinked into place. Pathos laughed, seeing it. It was his opposite. Same color of olive skin, black hair instead of blond, and wearing red instead of blue. The pale gray was darker, too. "En guarde," Pathos whispered, stepping forward to begin the battle.

Though he parried and cut, Pathos didn't care about the battle that much. Pathos. Not his choice of name, though he'd taken it as his own. Pat. That had been his name when he'd entered the Angels, and it had been his name when he'd left them. It was the name he used here. Pathos.. that was simply a bad memory. His wince, though purely mental, allowed the AI to get past his guard, and Pathos swore, side-stepping and cutting back, hard enough to hit the AI's arm.

Oh, they'd had reason enough to call him this. Didn't mean they had to keep using it, even after he had become an agent, though. Sometimes he'd wondered if it had all been a joke of the Phoenix. But then, if his name was a joke, what was the world? Shaking the blasphemous thoughts from his mind, Pathos turned his attention to the battle. "Computer," he growled. "Up skill level to 4."

The change was apparent in the dress of his opponent. Or, more accurately, in the wings. Pathos hissed, throwing himself at the AI. Wings that he had been deemed to dangerous to gain. Wings that he'd watched so many others take, and wear proudly, while he remained almost human.

It was a shame, in a way, how well he knew how to fight the winged Angels. Level four, in this case, was easier than three. Pathos leapt back from a stroke, waited for those wings to unfurl, and then rolled forward, jumping up to slice at a wing. The AI screamed in almost human pain, and Pathos laughed, the blood on his blade making him almost giddy. He'd forgotten, in all those years, how much he'd wanted this.

Striking again, before the AI could regain its composure, Pathos tried to forget, in the activity, all the things he'd left behind. Mostly Luke. Swearing as he fought, each strike accompanied by at least one word, Pathos drove the AI back. It never had time to even try and fight back. At last, Pathos held the point of his blade to the AI's neck. Staring at the sim, Pathos swore again.

"darn you." A light scratch down the sim's neck. "You should be me." A deeper cut across the sim's chest. "But no." The edge of the blade rested against the sim's neck. "You're him!" Pathos beheaded the sim, closing his eyes as it faded away.

"Computer," he said in a monotone. "Multi-attack, level 4. Allow visitors." He never had the door blanked or locked. This command simply allowed anyone who wished to come in and fight with him. Not he expected anyone to. It wasn't like many people liked him. His name suited him, though he wished it didn't. Pathos.

With a sigh, Pathos turned to face the first attacker, acknowledging it with a nod and an attack. Trying to let himself fall into the pure exertion, Pathos ignored everything, acting and reacting on instinct that was most definitely faster than a normal humans. Block, parry, cut. Duck, sidestep, swing. Jump, slice, roll. Block, parry, cut. The enemies would just keep coming, surrounding him, until he turned it off. And he had no intention of doing that anytime soon.

[zarikrahia]

Zari finished the simulation and straightened, putting the dagger back into it's sheath and lowering her staff. "Computer? Full-grown Illhvrenan, southeast and far east, please, at level, Hn, three?"

The computer took some time processing this. The two beings that appeared were plainly Illhvrenans, although both of them looked nothing like Zari. They were both around five feet, ten inches, dark-skinned. Their eyes were slightly too large for their faces, and lacked pupils. Both of them were distinctly imposing.

Zari sighed. The only other Illhvrenans her friends at Spacefleet had met were Umbra, who was half human, and one of the minor officers, who was blind and kept his eyes shut all the time.

The stockier of the two pulled out a halberd and charged, while the other began to attempt sneaking behind her. Zari tripped herself over and went flying into a wall, causing the one with the halberd to get speared with a overlong ice-blue dagger.

[Fraze]

((Yay, Fraze is back.))

After catching his breath, Fraze began once more.
"Computer, opaque barrier around myself and my bag." The air in front of him grew thick, obscuring his vision, as if a thin layer of incredibly dense fog had accumulated.
Behind the barrier, Fraze removed his clothes. Modesty made him act quickly, although no one could see him. He dug through his bag until he found a small vial, seeming to contain mercury. He opened it, and poured the metallic suit onto his hand, which quickly spread to cover his entire body. He clothed himself once more. "Drop barrier," he said.
This would require some more room. "Extend the back wall." The room seemed to double in size as the wall opposite the door seemed to slide backward. It was an illusion, but a physical one--one he could touch and feel and manipulate, but an illusion nonetheless. It hurt to think about it too much, so he just accepted this fact.
"Run training program Fraze 3 mirror-me, level 2."
The best way to know your own weaknesses is, in theory, to fight yourself. Of course, this is impossible but Fraze had found the next best option.
A perfect replica of Fraze appeared in front of his eyes. It was covered head to toe in a metallic suit identical to his own, it had the same unruly hair pulled into a ponytail, and the same clothing.
Fraze picked up his Table and slung the plasma rifle over his back. The holo opted for a flechette gun.
Even if they were just light, thousands of metal needles wouldn't be good for his Table. He put it down and had the computer give him a holographic one instead.
He raised the Table, and the holo approached. It wove to one side and the other, to throw off Fraze's attempts to track it. Ducking, rolling, and jumping, it made a difficult target.
Fraze watched the movements. There was something of a pattern to them. Down, switch legs, hop, duck once more. Note: Work on making movements unpredictable. At the apex of the hop, he fired a plasma bullet that hit the holo in the chest. Wouldn't be enough, but it was a start.
As the holo was thrown backward, it fired a round of flechettes. Fraze swung the Table to act as a shield, but his legs were pelted by the tiny needles, which dissolved into nothing as soon as they hit. The sound was like an entire hailstorm falling on a tin roof in a single second. Suit's power dropped to 92%.
The holo had to reload, retreating as it did so. Fraze took the opportunity to charge, delivering several plasma bullets and a swipe with the Table. One plasma bullet hit, the Table missed. Note: don't fight with flechette gun alone, reloading takes too long.
The holo seemed to realize this as well, and a grenade belt appeared around its waist. The explosions shouldn't do any damage to the other people there, but to be safe Fraze led his opponent back toward the empty space.
The holo seemed to have the upper hand. Note: Table best for melee combat, or if opponent fights with melee and gun both. In a gunfight, Table slows me down.
He tossed the holograhic Table aside, and it vanished. Time for something different.
"Computer, boxes." Crates of different sizes appeared around the two combatants. Fraze ducked behind one, and apparently his opponent did the same. This ought to be fun.

[Amneiger]

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"I'm in," said Hrothgar. He could see nothing wrong with the plan and the idea that ZOC would be a problem went right over his head. All he wanted was a chance to get revenge on Spacefleet.

[Omni]

The back-and-forth, run-and-slash, shoot-and-dodge routine got boring to Ethan after awhile. Eventually, he decided to just sit and wait for the karanadon to find him by itself. The karanadon looked, sniffed around, and even clawed at the ground. As Ethan waited for it to turn around, he set his Ultrek to its highest setting. As soon as the karanadon did turn enough, Ethan shot it in the eye. Its roar of pain echoed through the holodeck. After it had a good scream, it turned to Ethan, who shot it in the mouth. The hologram didn't last much longer.

Now, many people would start a new hologram at a higher level right then. Ethan, however, decided to stop for a moment; among other things, he wanted to tend to his foot. He made his way over to Siber, who, out of a lack of things to do, was taking a nap. The good thing about this was that Siber wasn't wandering off and getting into trouble. There would be times when Siber would need to stay on the alert, though.

Sitting down and carefully taking his boot off, Ethan told the computer to bring up some bandages and gauze. He knew that it wasn't the best treatment around, and that they would disappear as soon as he left the holodeck anyway, but he figured that he'd just stop the bleeding, for now. Siber has some bite…

[zarikrahia]

Zari realised, out of the corner of her eye, that Ethan had been hurt. She narrowed her eyes, still locked in combat with the Illhvrenan with the ice-dagger. She veered backwards, grabbed her bag, and swung it into the hologram's chest. "Ny arrin kaskaere!" it exclaimed, falling back to heal the wound.

Zari took advantage of the reprieve to run over to Ethan and rummage in her bag. Hah. Green vial, torn label. "Here. Put some of this on the wound, it'll help it close up. I know, the clones were a little bitey when they were young."

She let the vial clatter to the floor and charged the other Illhvrenan, who stood immediately. Overconfidence? Hn. Zari drew her own dagger and kept running. The other Illhvrenan ducked, sending her flying into a wall.

"Gah. Uyen arrin nie arra." Zari rubbed her head, raising her staff. Using it, she directed a fireball at the hologram.

((The Illhvrenan was an insult, equivalent to "You little stinker!" or similar, and "You tricked me."))

[Omni]

…Yeah. "This was largely a training mistake, though," Ethan half-shouted as he picked up the vial. "I think I know what that shark DNA did…"

As he began to remove the cap on the vial, he realized he had no idea what an optimal amount might be, and the label wasn't helping. Not wanting to bother Zari, and figuring that it would be better to use too little than too much, he opted for a minimal amount and applied it as carefully as possible. He then proceeded with the bandaging.

[Bacon]

((Laketans))

And with two words, it was done. ZOC smiled broadly, holding out his hand for Hrothgar to shake, even though he didn't know if the Togorian would recognize such a human custom. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, sir. Please have your engineers report to the shipyards of Toruiin. I've made all the necessary arrangements."

As they left the building and headed towards the Laketan Diplomatic Shuttle, Vedrik of Kinea grabbed ZOC by the shoulder, "You've made arrangements?! How? How did you get twenty ships on your side, and why do I have to do anything you say?"

"My foolish friend, you walk in the shadow of greatness, but you do not see it." Vaike laughed, smirking at the older man.

Vedrik sneered at his junior officer, "You are coordinating actions beyond your authority! Have you fallen to madness?!"

"Madness? This. is. SPARTA!" ZOC replied, delivering a swift kick to Vedrik's stomach that knocked him backwards...

The young Laketan paused, saying only, "I am not mad; I am brilliant."

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Bacon sat on a bench near the holodeck entrance, ripping the cap off a bottle of water, and subsequently draining the aforementioned bottle. Water tasted good after a light exercise.