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 Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 1:21 pm
A larger docking area, situated on the outskirts of the city at ground-level. The core areas of Freiheit can be accessed by a high-speed tram, or personal transport. The immediate area is something of a market for low-income individuals and the like. Noise rarely, if ever, ceases here. Much like the core, it has a certain life of its own.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 2:15 pm
Captain Vax C. Skeen
”Every fire starts with a spark. I'm that spark.”
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”Four billion people on this planet, and I'm the guy you feel the need to harass?”So far, it had not been a good day. Not at all. Then again, being an “X-Class” meant that every day of your life has to suck. Or so went the unwritten rule. Hell, it may as well have been law. Every X-Class in the system lived in squalor, slavery, or both, save for the handful that had wormed their way into a middle-class standard of living; whatever that even meant any more.
”Standard procedure, sir. All in-bound X-Class and Intermediates have to be swept for contraband..."
”Claim 'standard procedure' all you want, Jackass. Doesn't change the fact that you're on their payroll,” Vax mumbled just beyond audible range. He tapped his fingers on the bulkhead of the cargo-hold. His hand were against it, legs spread, while port authority did a top-to-bottom search of his entire vessel. It was a treatment he'd gotten used to. Nobles and intermediates could “never” do anything illegal. Of course not.
As they finished their sweep, the search team reported to the officer behind Vax:”Nothing. He's clean.”. An internal sigh of relief was made; they hadn't found his shipment. Okay, so he was a criminal, yeah. And he was adhering to the stereotype of X-Classes resorting to crime to make a living. But what other choice did he really have? Mining every day for the rest of his life until he died of monoxide poisoning? Getting shot at over a square mile of territory claim? The way Vax saw it, smuggling and cargo transport guaranteed him a substantially longer life span. Not to mention, he'd performed either line of work before at one time or another in his life.
As the port security team left without saying a word, the thirty-one year old Vax pushed off the metal bulkhead, sauntering toward the center of the cargo hold. Part of him wanted to beat the s**t out of, and/or lecture the team that had searched his ship. After all, it was more than likely that they were X-Classes themselves. But he knew better. Any of them would do just about anything to secure a better living for themselves. Not to mention their family.
Vax trudged up to the bridge of his ship, climbing ladders, and working his way down the two, overlapping decks of his vessel. He had been considering, quite strongly, the prospect of renting out his vessel's empty cabins to prospective tenants. Or even acting as a simple, off-the-books transport service. Either idea would be lucrative.
He carelessly plopped down into the pilot's seat, and firmly pressed one of the various buttons on the console before him. Any onlooker would have, correctly, guessed the vessel to be a Frankenstein-like amalgam of parts and components. The “Bylun” was, at one point, a small transport vessel. That was easily a century ago. It had gone through so many separate refits and retrofits, it was hard to determine what its purpose was any longer. But it ran, and it rarely broke down (somehow). That's all Vax really needed it to do.
”Fawkes? It's Skeen.” He paused, waiting for a response.
”Mister Skeen! I was beginning to suspect port authority had taken you into custody.” Vax could practically feel the toothy, joking smile spread across Fawkes face from the confines of the bridge.
"Oh, you know I always dodge that bullet, Fawkes." Now Vax was smiling as Fawkes snickered on the other end.
”Alright Mister Skeen. I'll send a gentleman over to your ship in three hours. Be sure to meet him there. He'll have your payment...ta-ta for now. Vax tapped the radio button once more, shutting it off. Now he would have to play the waiting game. Rather, he would have to play the “muck about in the market for three hours” game. All the more entertaining.
[[For clarity, Vax can now be found moving between shops, stalls, and stand in the marketplace surround the docks.]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 5:37 pm
   ..........Power LevelxxxxxxxxxxMusicxxxxxMin★---------MaxxxxxxMin---★------MaxKai swept into the docking area with gentle and graceful steps. Strangely enough, she was barefoot. Even more strange, was the butterfly wings on her back, and the two rapiers that hung at the side of her hips. However, both the wings and the weapons were concealed by her long and thick hair, that fell all the way down to her feet. With a flick of her fingers, she drew out a paper that held the picture of the rebellion leader, Vax C. Skeen. It hadn't been hard to get some information about the rebellion leader. A poke here, a nudge there, and all was said and done. All that was left to do, was to find him. With a sigh, she found some high ground and looked down below on the marketplace. Her sharp eyesight filtered out the passerbys, and she spotted him without much difficulty. Pinpointing his position, she swung down the path curving around him, so she would end up intercepting his path instead of ending up behind him. "Mr. Vax Skeen...rebellion leader, i'm guessing?" she questioned in a soft toned voice. Her fingers deftly folded up the paper and crushed it in the palm of her hand.ʎ l ɟ ɹ ǝ ʇ ʇ n qxxxǝ ɹ n z ɐxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:07 pm
Captain Vax C. Skeen
”Every fire starts with a spark. I'm that spark.”
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If there was one thing Vax knew better than to do, in his three decades of life, it was to never lie when you know you're caught; it won't save your life, it'll only make you look a fool. He'd been caught in the middle of lighting a cigarette, head bowed down toward his cupped hand and lighter. It took him a split second to decide whether or not he needed to play things sweet or salty with his accuser. The ginger, effeminate voice suggested the former, inciting him to close the lighter, and withdraw the cig from his mouth, the paper still trying to cling to his semi-moistened lips.
As his head rose, his eyes met, not an inspector, a vagrant, or even one his various enemies (he'd ruined a few women in his younger days, which he came to regret later in life). No, it was, instead, a younger woman, easily younger than twenty-one. Long, slick black hair, brilliant blue eyes---another thing he learned: always look someone in the eyes when you first meet, and when you speak to them---and clothing that seemed, perhaps, a bit too nice for this part of the city. Then again, jumping to the conclusion that any X-Class is a Nob or an Int without an ounce of proof is a good way to get hit. Besides, she didn't look half bad.
”A long time ago, maybe,” he slipped the unused cigarette into a carton in the breast pocket of his field jacket as he spoke,”Long story, as I am sure you know...so what do you want with me?"Vax slipped a gloved hand to his belt, just in front of his Skolli pistol. Not enough to suggest violence to most people, but enough for him to be comfortable with his paranoid belief that a lot of people were trying to kill him. Truth be told, though, a lot were.
[[You're gonna' give me a run for my money with your Rping, I think. xD
Also, heads up, the Rebellion doesn't quite exist yet. Genitona is going to be invaded by one of the Grands, and then Vax will form it. Sorry, we didn't really catch you up on the plot. :S]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:21 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:42 pm
Captain Vax C. Skeen
”Every fire starts with a spark. I'm that spark.”
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”Join the rebellion?" He was legitimately having a difficult time not laughing at this girl. She'd obviously gone to a great deal of trouble to find him. That she hadn't discovered the obvious by now was a wonder to him.
”Look, I dunno' who you've been talking to, or what you've been told, but I haven't been the 'leader' of anything since we got our asses handed to us eight years ago.”He roughly flashed his shoulder to her, more clearly exposing the division patch on his field jacket.
”Ever heard of the planet-crackers? Our 'grand treason'?He was becoming visibly sullen, almost depressed or agitated, as he touched on the subject.”We lost. Those of us left got amnesty, and now we live our shitty X-Class lives, okay, kid? The rebellion is over...all that's left is a bunch of unemployed criminals...” As that final “s” slid off his tongue, Vax looked to the side briefly, then half-hung his head, not wanting to look at her. He still felt that shame. They were stupid and young. And they paid for it.
”I don't know what else to say to you. I got nothin' to offer." He took a step to the side, beginning to move on his way once more, pained from the memories.
[[Brief history of the Planet Crackers: Military Division loyal to the Grand Noble Council. Was composed entirely of X-Class individuals, trained from the age of fifteen. When they were ordered to conduct an invasion of an X-Class inhabited world, and force the population into work camps, they refused. The unit was attacked by forces still loyal to the Grands over the course of two years. They were eventually hunted down, and reduced to just under a thousand men from an original strength of ten thousand. The survivors were given amnesty when they surrendered. The surrender was conducted and called by Vax, the only surviving ranking officer. Okay. Sorry. Done. C: ]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 6:58 pm
..........Power LevelxxxxxxxxxxMusicxxxxxMin★---------MaxxxxxxMin---★------MaxKai narrowed her eyes further at this dude. Rebellion leader her a**; this was a complete douchebag. "That's right, you lost." she said, rubbing salt into the wound. "You lost and you're living your shitty life. Well, i'll tell you right now, this 'kid' has got more guts than you. You lost once, so that's perfect reason to give up. You do that. You live your shitty X-Class life. You live under the imperial fist of the Grand Nobles. Sit there and mope about a failed rebellion. There are plenty of other people that would do better crap with their lives." she said coolly. Her tone had risen half an octave, and held an icy fringe on her words that hung in the air. "You're right, you have nothing to offer. Clearly, I was mistaken. I apologize for wasting your time." she finished with a cutting tone. Kai let the paper ball roll out of her hand and onto the ground with a soft crinkle sound. Dropping her arms from their crossed position, she gave a silent exhale of breath as she pivoted on her foot and gracefully stalked away with her hair sweeping from side to side with every light step she took. That knocked out the first option from her list. What else was there to do? She could always gather followers, but that would attract entirely too much attention. Time to reassess her options.ʎ l ɟ ɹ ǝ ʇ ʇ n qxxxǝ ɹ n z ɐxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:26 pm
Captain Vax C. Skeen
”Every fire starts with a spark. I'm that spark.”
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Shame quickly turned to rage at the woman's words. Gut reaction said that ripping hid sidearm from his belt, and shoving her head against a wall until she begged for mercy would be the satisfying thing to do. The gall she had to have to question his worth; his circumstances; his “failure”. She didn't know a damned thing about what he'd been through.
But killing her wouldn't solve a damn thing. And he knew it. What's more, he would ultimately end up beating himself up over the matter later on. The woman raised a point though: why did he carry on like this? Of course, having a normal job was just short of impossible, seeing as he was blacklisted by the government. It didn't necessarily mean he was ready to go and risk his life for a goal that would ultimately fail, but he certainly wanted to make her understand. At least someone in the universe would then.
As he internally sifted through the possibilities, his communicator flashed a message:”Fawkes- Can you bring the package? My man is a tad preoccupied.” As good an excuse as any to drag her with him; you never want to set foot in the core as an X-Class alone. He pushed forward through the passing bodies, shouting:”Wait!”As he neared her, he posed the question:
”I gotta' run something down to a friend of mine...If you'll come with me, we'll talk it over.Upon finishing the sentence, Vax got the sinking feeling that he was possibly about to get into something deeper than he'd originally hoped.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:39 pm
..........Power LevelxxxxxxxxxxMusicxxxxxMin★---------MaxxxxxxMin---★------MaxAs Vax quickly ran up to catch her retreating figure, she stopped her pace and glanced over her shoulder with a cold stare. She blinked at him twice as he posed the offer, contemplating it thoroughly. Well, there was nothing else to lose, was there? She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath that sounded partially like a sigh. "Is you insist." she murmured, turning fully around and tilting her head slightly to the side as she crossed her arms. Seriously, she had to stop being so damned soft. She frowned at this thought, wondering if that was possible with other people. The Grand Nobles, for one thing. Maybe, just maybe, they could be swayed? Hopeless optimist, she knew, but there was no use as viewing them all as enemies. Some of the Grand Nobles might even had a tad of sanity left. Kai had seen their downfall, from celestial to tyrannical. There was a chance, no matter how slight it was, that they had a chance. And she found no reason to not take the chance. Primarily, if she had comrades to back her up. She mulled over these thoughts in her mind with an emotionless expression. "Lead the way." she said finally, breaking the silence that had hung in the air for a few seconds.ʎ l ɟ ɹ ǝ ʇ ʇ n qxxxǝ ɹ n z ɐxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 7:58 pm
Captain Vax C. Skeen
”Every fire starts with a spark. I'm that spark.”
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Vax turned, motioning her to take his side. After a few moments, he finally piped up with a late rebuttal to her own.”If we're going to work together, never imply that I am soft, or that I am coward, again. Understand? He was very firm in his instruction and warning. Heck, he even felt a little bit of the old military man creep out from inside him. This woman was something else. She was contrite and aggressive. She packed more punch in her than seemed physically possible; she had the guts to tell him off, so that certainly set the bar.
Allowing a pause in his speech, they weaved through the crowd, back to his vessel, where it was relatively quiet in comparison to the rest of the docks. Motioning her on board, he added to his previous comment.
”I don't know who the Hell you are, what you've done, or where you've been. But I can guarantee, kid, you have not seen half of what I've seen. That's not a challenge, that's not a threat, and it is certainly not me trying to express,” he sifted through a large lock box on the vessel's starboard side, just behind a larger metal crate, removing a small black pouch,”That's my way of saying that fighting the Nobles isn't exactly a walk in the park...We didn't give up because we were scared, or anything like that. We gave up because,” it was very apparent he was carefully phrasing his next line”Because we knew we were all going to die. And you can't carry on hope if you're dead.” It was a blatant lie. Anyone could tell. All the same, he wasn't ready to tell a complete stranger what had happened. Why they had stopped fighting.
Vax moved to the cargo ramp, nonchalantly stowing the black pounch on his belt. He turned to the woman and finally asked he the more courteous greeting he'd previously denied in his paranoia.
”What's your name?”
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:16 pm
..........Power LevelxxxxxxxxxxMusicxxxxxMin★---------MaxxxxxxMin---★------MaxAs she walked alongside him, she gave him a sideways glance at his comment. She gave a little 'hmph' sound as she closed her eyes and tilted her head in a direction away from him. "I will imply just that, until you show some results that point out otherwise. You haven't made the most stunning first impression, and I still have no idea whether you have the skills to be a true rebellion leader. Until then, you have no right to start dishing out orders and making demands of me. You act like a leader, and then you order me around. Not the other way around." she replied calmly. Instead of the usual snappy manner most would have replied with, her tone held no icy fringe, hostility, distrust or insult. She was simply pointing out truthful and honest facts. As they reached the ship, she smoothly walked on board without a moment's hesitation. As he kept rambling on about stuff, snappy comments to all his statements ran through her head. Of course, she said none of this. "I'm sorry i'm so pampered." she said simply. No sarcasm was detected, but no serious was detected either. She simply said it plainly and blankly. But it sure beat all her other comments in the politeness factor. "Hope? What hope?" she retorted. "Seems to me like you were on the verge of giving up. You can't carry on hope if you're dead, but what use is living if you're spending it in this dingy old place, numbering your days?" she said blatantly. With the end of her little speech, she started tapping her finger on her arm again, sizing him up with an easy gaze as he asked her name. "Kai Shimizu Kasukē." she replied. He may recognize her last name, he may not. Her parents had been legendary swordsman, but they were dead now, and no one really remembered the dead nowadays. As for Kai herself, she hadn't really exploited the Kasukē's famous sword techniques in public. She had worked undercover as a freelancer and a mercenary. For all everyone knew, the Majestic Butterfly Sword Style was dead along with it's practitioners. Which reminded her...she had good reason to suspect that the Grand Nobles were the cause of her parents' deaths. Of course, she had no solid proof, but she'd just love another reason to go against the Nobles.
{ O.O.C ~ My last post. G'night... }ʎ l ɟ ɹ ǝ ʇ ʇ n qxxxǝ ɹ n z ɐxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 8:38 pm
Captain Vax C. Skeen”Every fire starts with a spark. I'm that spark.”------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Continuing on toward the trams, all Vax could think was that Kai was not exactly rubbing him in the right direction. He didn't demand to be worshiped or anything of the sort, but this seemingly very young woman was walking all over him like he was nothing; not quite a treatment he was used to. Not only that, he couldn't help but feel like he'd been set to a standard before they even met. Perhaps she was simply upset that someone somewhere had painted a glorious (and, he personally felt, inaccurate) picture of him in her search.
He could have continued to further defend what was left of his reputation as Kai endlessly assaulted him and his person, but decided against it. She obviously had some kind of mindset that would prevent her from understanding exactly how his life had ended up this way. He knew he was a piece of s**t, no-good, sad excuse for a creature. On a daily basis, he was reminded of this in one way or another. At the same time, within the subconscious recesses of his mind, some part of him wanted someone to believe that his species, the genetic dead end that they may or may not be, had a chance at something greater than scraping the filth off of a Nob's shoes for a living.
Maybe that person existed in Kai. Why? He didn't know. What was quite apparent to him, by now, was that she was not an X-Class in the least, however. So what was her motive? She carried herself like a Nob. But they didn't exactly have a tendency to muck around the docks. Probably the kid of some well-to-do Ints. But he stopped himself from analyzing her origins any further. The captain wasn't in the mood to let his ambivalent hopes get shot down just yet by putting the idea that she might be a Nob herself into his head.
As they reached the tram station, he found they were in luck as far as timing went: the train had just pulled in. He turned to her as they approached the doors.”Ever heard of a club in the core called 'January Seventh'? It's where we're headed.”[[She REALLY isn't intent on being his friend, is she? XD]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:32 pm
----IOI Jessica Alluvia IOI----  X-Class Genius / Strategist I'm a human... xX____D-E-A-T-H____Xx
After a series of researching around the area, Jessica found herself walking by the streets. Well, since she dislikes crowded areas like the streets, Jessica would just move along the docking area. She walks step by step, her three pets, the Black Cat, Summer, the White Sheep, Spring, and lastly is the Blue Fox, Winter, each of them were named at the season where Jessica picked them up. All three of them followed Jessica, Spring was floating, Winter always stays at the shoulder, and Summer would just walk beside Jessica's footsteps. Her eyes widen a little when she saw a beautiful black haired girl not far from her, standing with another man nearby. Gorgeous, and beautiful, Jessica just couldn't muster up that courage and approach her. She slowly walk closer, and then stopped when she was around ten meters far from her. She took a seat at the bench, trying to keep her eyes on the beautiful lady while she opens up her bag and took out a notepad with pencils. She then inhaled, and released it a second later. She flips open the notepad, and she started to draw. Is she drawing this lady? Yes, Jessica knows how to draw, not that beautiful, but she was skilled. She is talented, but it's a little waste that she is now in X-Class. Due to her knowledge, and her being framed back when she was in Silveria, she has no meaning in leaving there anymore. Moving on to this planet, it's rather noisy, but people here are not all that bad. In any case, as long as this lady doesn't moves, she can quietly draw her and slowly examined her.
xX____A-L-I-V-E____Xx ... Not a tool.
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