Needs more patriotism

[spoiler]how destroyed is the Hermes? People are talking about it getting raided, and I feel a little out of the loop.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]This is a [b]CLOSED[/b] post. I'm sure that some of you would like to take the bounty on my head, but this is open [b]ONLY[/b] to Jenny. [/spoiler] [b]Job Offer[/b] [i]???; Unknown Regions[/i] [i]Michael Drake had always prided himself on the certain level of empathy he possessed--the connection that he established between most people. He understood people and how they thought, for the most part, which is why he excelled at Poker. Yet this trait had other beneficial applications too. Following the wake of their raid on the Hermes, there was only one being in the region with a bounty on their head that was comparable to their own... And that being was a woman named Jupiter Tanner. Using his own intuition, mixed with scattered reports, he'd been able to track her down somewhere in the Unknown Regions. He'd sent the enigmatic woman a heavily encrypted message, asking her to meet him here, and to tell her that he wasn't here to collect the bounty on her head. Hopefully she'd understand that his proposal would be mutually beneficial... Because he needed her help. They all did. [/i] (Open to Jenny only)

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[spoiler]Oh the joys of cyberspace.[/spoiler] [b][i]Uncharted Regions/Pirate Vessel Arrowhead[/i][/b] [b]A transmission beam sweeps the area, projected from a small outpost on the edges of the nebula. It passes over the hull of the [i]Arrowhead[/i] until it hits the transmission platforms. A two-way download is passed from the outpost to the ship, then the channel falls silent. Inside the ship's systems, a program worms its way into the navigational charts. A download is started, sending the signal back to the small outpost.[/b] [b][i]Genellian Imperial Outpost 5337[/i][/b] [b]A download is received, sending a single line of code to a much larger program. The program then sends the data through the sub-space system to a much larger hub. And in the hub, a much larger program begins to set things in motion.[/b] [b][i]Gydaton, NTR Crusader, JT's Office[/i][/b] [b]A light blinks on the comm section on the holo-wall of JT's office.[/b] [spoiler]Open to JT, Comments welcome but hate will be returned in triplicate.[/spoiler]

[i][b]Not So Dynamic Duo//1900[/b][/i] [b]It was a small pod, built for orbital drops. But it wasn't heading for a planet. It was heading straight for the Arrowhead, closing fast. Impact. It pierced the hull like a thumb tack, becoming stuck in the side. The lower half of it made it in, a flat-ish cone. Magnetic clamps activated, the pod wasn't going anywhere. Inside sounds were heard. Scratching, clawing, growling, yelling. The pod begins to open.[/b] [spoiler]Open to anyone in the Arrowhead[/spoiler]

[i]A comet zooms through the void of space, traveling near the speed of light. Inside it carries a being, the only one of it's kind. A organism with no purpose. No name. No home. Colliding with a planet, it ricochets and blasts out of atmosphere, slowing down immensely. How it did not evaporate is unknown. It hits the Arrowhead, breaching every hull and rest firmly, albeit hotly, inside a storage closet. From the asteroid emerges a being. It crawls from the rock and lays on the floor around it, trying to take shape from nothing.[/i] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Recovery[/u][/i][/b] As Magnetar slowly regains consciousness in the vacuum of space, he looks around for anyone he can find before then looking at where the raider ship used to be. "You messed with the wrong crew."-Magnetar(inside his helmet and inaudible to anyone else) He quickly sends a message to the Alliance, informing them of the attack and requesting a search and rescue team. Within the hour, a [url=http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/e/ec/Venator_clonewars.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110918171254]Nuva Nui cruiser[/url] jumps out of FTL and starts sending search and rescue droids to bring the survivors of the attack to the medical bay as well as bringing fighters and other such devices into the hanger bay. Among the first wave brought on board are Magnetar, X1, a heavily damaged Golden, and Arcthrower. The rest of the survivors were not far behind, and they are immediately brought to the med bay to be treated. [spoiler]Open to the survivors. First we must regroup. Then, we go after these guys. Don't resist the doctors, they are trying to help you guys. [/spoiler]

[i][u]A Universe Away[/u][/i] [b][url=http://imgur.com/UgoMLyH]Angre[/url] is sitting in a bar surrounded by all kinds of strange figures.[/b] Angre: "So, we got a deal?" One of the figures speaks: "Anything for our best friend." [b]An Angre drone comes up behind Angre.[/b] Drone: "We have a problem." Angre: "What could've been so important you had to use the universal transporter to talk to me?" Drone: "The Hermes was attacked by pirates." Angre: "Did anything of mine get compromised?" Drone: "No, they didn't even know any of it existed. All of the cargo has been transported to vaults." Angre: "Then I have nothing to worry about, your dismissed." [b]The drone leaves and Søster appears.[/b] Søster: "Do you really not care about the lives of your friends?" Angre: "I hardly knew them and you were the one you teleported me out of there so I couldn't help. Shouldn't you feel guilty?" Søster: "I shouldn't interfere with important events like tha-" Angre: "Why couldn't I have stayed?!" Søster: "I couldn't bare the idea of you getting hurt without me being able to help!" Angre: "I can take care of myself!" Søster: "Well, we're going to the ship you friends were rescued on and that's final!" [b]They vanished in a flash of light before Angre could respond.[/b] [spoiler]Closed. Just wanna explain the absence.[/spoiler]

[b]An Unusual Job Mass Transmission ====================== <>Data Loading <>Data Received <>Target: Any Military Personnel <>Sender: Harvey T. Sullivan <>Begin Transmission[/b] [b]A bit of static is heard[/b] [i]"Attention any one willing to work, this is an extra job, a capture. The target in question, is female, known attributes: Nigh impenetrable, advanced armor Extremely advanced weapons Some form of energy control Untraceable ship, no records or data Appearance is as follows: 5"10 Red hair Few freckles on cheekbones Vibrant amber eyes Crimes: (Multiple accounts) Vandalism Murder Assassination Resisting arrest Killing of military or police forces Mass destruction Mass hysteria Material shortages Destruction of starships The name of this woman" [/i] [b]He pauses then, dreading the name[/b] [i]"Jupiter Tanner"[/i]

[b]-blam!- Machines // NTR Hermes, docked on Gydaton // Viola (Alpha-890) A.I unit.[/b] [i]"Plug me, general." At the A.I's request, Jack Treyman inserted her into the computer terminal just then, and in a plain of a blue colour that was flooded with bars off code and colour, they all took a shape against the expanse of nothingness. The figure fluttered iinto existence as she stabilized herself just then, as a rifle appeared in her hands to debug and delete the malignant A.I in the systems. And wwith that the purple tinted woman stood tall, Viola was in. [/i] ((Ginger.))

[spoiler]When did the ship die?! Where's the post?![/spoiler]

[b]Enemies In High Places // Gydaton, Extrean City // 0900 Hours // Jack Treyman.[/b] [i]His ship was raided while he was in stasis, his crew was murdered without second thought, and he barely had enough spare oxygen in his helmet to survive the trip to an escape pod which brought him to the surface of Gydaton's capital city, Exrean. Jack Treyman sat in the office of one of the generals who was stationed to the city who was also in the room. Suddenly on every NTR controlled planet, a message was sent to the police stations, military bases and local bounty hunters. You see, the crew that raided the NTR Hermes forgot to wear masks, and when JT got a look at their faces, his mind did a google amount of searches to match up who they were from intergalactic databases. And so from birth records to criminal records, from elementary schools to current jobs, these criminals were issued with bounties of around one million dollars per person, dead or alive. Not to mention they would have Treyman hunting them as well. [/i] ((Closed. And wear masks next time.))

Winchester carried a wounded Alpha through the Arrowhead. Winchester placed Alpha on a table and quickly took off Alpha's armor. Then Winchester removed his own armor. "UUHHHHH SHIT! YOU'RE THE GODDAMN SURGEON! WALK ME THROUGH THIS SHIT!" Winchester looked very confused and scared at the same time. He also seemed a bit mad... [spoiler]Sonic![/spoiler]

[b]Paying a Visit...[/b] [i]NTR Hermes[/i] [i]The Arrowhead had undergone numerous upgrades and overhauls in its time, transforming the ugly hulk of metal into one of the most formidable smuggler craft in the region. Hull reinforcements, additional weapons emplacements, secret hatches, and a significantly improved sensor array all helped to augment the vessel above he competition, but one modification in particular put it above the competition... As they were cruising in slipspace towards their destination, Michael Drake couldn't help but pace back and forth around the cockpit, anxiously awaiting the end of their voyage. If the targeting computer worked, they would fall out of slipspace inside of the Hermes shield, and would have access to the ship's hull. If it was a fluke... He'd be too dead to be angry about it. Well, his life had been going too smoothly anyways. It was time to take a risk like this. Suddenly the blue miasma of light fell away for the grey hull of the Hermes in a flash of light. With reactions bordering on precognition, Michael turned the ship so that it ran parallel to the massive cruiser, and readied the boarding ramp. The plasma-cutter would blow a gaping hole into the side of the ship within seconds, by which he and his crew would board the vessel. The ship shuddered beneath his feet as the ramp extended, and he couldn't help but shudder himself as he withdrew his blaster pistol from his bandoleer. It was gonna be one helluva raid. [/i] [u][b]CLOSED: RAID'S OVER[/b][/u]

[b][i]The Pyscho, The Joker, The Doctor, and The Boy With Red Hair[/i][/b] [b][u]Baxton Bar, Deep Space[/u][/b] [b]Damien's stolen craft... Lobster Dinner, as he had claimed it, lay in the parking pad of the local asteroid town. The derelict buildings screamed of ghetto, and awful people... Yet he had taken the boys out for drinks, and more importantly, a place to plan their next move.[/b] [b]He had chosen a table in the far back, renting out the back room. They had a pool table, a folding table, plenty of drinks, and space to talk.[/b] [b]Lucien was propped up against the wall, research notes in hand, weapon frame by his feet. Ian's new gun was almost finished.[/b] [b]Damien was at the pool table, half a cigarette in his mouth, rail gun at his back. Backwater place like this didn't seem to mind open carry... [/b] [b]Of course Jazz had stayed on board, not really willing to socialize... Besides, the Twins were good enough company.[/b] [i]"Well Gentlemen, we are about a three day trip away from Lantern Nine... It's a matter of getting there before some more pirates find it... But going through the numbers... We are a bit low on manpower, and more importantly, someone who works with big guns. We have two snipers, a medic, and a scout... That's bad business..."[/i] [b]Damien remarked, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair. His normal black band covered his right eye and ear. Lucien looked up from his notes, taking a sip from his coffee mug which read: "Lady Killer".[/b] [i]"We recruiting?"[/i] [i]"Might have to... I'm the only one running experience with heavy weapons, and even then... I can't move a mini gun for shit."[/i] [b]Lucien shrugged, not really understanding the problem... He figured his twin brother was just being a paranoid ass... At least the wasn't in his armor... Damien had decided to wear his familiar olive green fur coat and baggy jeans, still taking after his deceased wife's tastes...[/b] [i]"I'm sure this bar has someone rough and tumble..."[/i] [i]"No... We need a trained merc... Someone who screams scary and imposing, with a big ass gun and armor that makes him look like he belongs in the apocalypse..."[/i] [i]"Why not put Ian in super armor...?"[/i] [b]Lucien throws a sly wink at Ian, only his right eye showing through his long blonde hair...[/b] [b]Damien lets out a puff of smoke, slamming his cue across the table, scoring the five and six into the mid-left hole respectively.[/b] [i]"We don't need another Ian, no offense. Mechanics are nice... But I'm talking gunner supreme... A massive ass miracle that will walk right through the very doors of this bar..."[/i] [i]"I think we should here what Mav has to say..."[/i] [b]With that, Lucien drew his pale green gaze back to Ian, anticipating some kind of solace.[/b] [spoiler]Open to Chesh, Ging, and Wolfe, in that order. :P[/spoiler]

[i][u]a gym in an NTR military base[/u][/i] [b]the sound of fists hitting a punching bag, a woman with tanned skin and raven hair is punching it. She's wearing a tank top with the NTR military logo on it, drenched in sweat. She's in the zone, trying out multiple methods while seeing how much stamina she has. She's making some nose with the bag rattling the chain its hanging from. If she hits any harder it will fall out of the ceiling. After she's done she heads to the showers and when she re-emerges she dries her hair with a towl. 3 other off duty troops walk past her.[/b] Hey Hadia! Comming with? [b]she has an accent which sounds British but with a flair of an arabic[/b] Let me finish up! [b]she undoes her gloves and gets her duffle bag and fits on her hijab.[/b] I need to refill first. [b]she stops by a water cooler and refills a bottle.[/b] (open)

Ten was a genius. Some may call it artificial because of how the suit enhances it, but to ten, the suit was just an extension of his body, thus an extension of his mind. Ten had woken up on Gydaton wearing his Exo suit and having his memory erased. The AI of the suits was also able to override his controls, allowing it to take over his body. At first, this seemed like a curse to ten, but after experiencing the power it could offer him, he can't see himself living any other way. The suit AI is able to interface with its host's brain, allowing it to mimic and learn from it. Through this, the AI and host become closer to being one mind, and it allows the suit to develop new powers. Ten got the power of machines. His AI can corrupt and interface with any other computers at astounding rates. This power has become extremely useful in a high tech world; he can hide himself from scanners, pull information out of the most stubborn computers, and complete incredible calculations in mere seconds. This power is the only reason ten could secure the station. He managed to slip past the defence grid and wipe all the security warnings clear. It was an impressive station as well. The station lay in a low orbit around a blue giant star. Ionized shields, antigrav projectors, and atmospheric stabilizers kept the station going as it hung above the star. The station itself was so close to its star that the sea of blue plasma below it was split open and swirling around the dent the station was creating. This station is the same as billions around the star. Together, they form the security web of the fold system. The fold system is named thus, because it accurately describes what it is. The entire star system was folded out of the universe using a massive warp core. Dark matter projectors at the edge of the system keep space expanding faster than the speed of light. The only way in or out of the star system is using a warp to pass through the gate. The gate is created by the sheer amount of gravity and ionization from the star. It allows for a hole in the universe a little smaller than an atom, but just enough to warp a ship in and out. Ten called himself a genius because he figured a work around. He figured out how to link a teleporter through the gate. Unfortunately, the teleporter links up with the public teleporter on the Hermes. Anyone can visit if they want. [spoiler]closed.[/spoiler]

[b]Of Staffs And Snipers // Training Room // 6:23 PM // Sheogorath and Treyman[/b] [i]This particular room on the deck was for training of higher-ranking officers in the NTR, so General Treyman had accessed the room easily. He brought in Sheogorath however, because upon meeting the Daedra in the pantries of the ship, it became apparent he was no mere stowaway. The Omega bore his typical attire onboard the Training Room. A tiger-striped black and orange cloak with the hood down and around his shoulders, an Imperial AntiMatter Assault Rifle in his hands, a miniaturized Bolter on his back, a pair of custom revolvers at his hips, and a silver Shoto hilt for a lightsaber on the right side of his belt. The Damned General assessed the room's empty nature and figured it would be best to train here. The Mad God on the other hand, he didn't wear the armour of the Daedra's body that he was inhabiting, oh no. He had the simple purple and pink suit he typically wore, with white pinstripes that went diagonally downwards. In his left hand was a black and red Daedric Dagger, with its jagged edges showing pretty damned well, and in his right hand was a long black staff, the Wabbajack! "So what're we doin' here Jay, this place doesn't look like New Sheoth!" Said the Daedra to the Genesis, as his usual Scottish tone filled his words, which made him sound more like he was babbling than anything. "Waiting for people to come in and fight. And no Wabbajack, that... Thing will either kill our men or turn them into chickens." Responded The General, as he inspected his AntiMatter rifle to ensure it wasn't on safety. It wasn't. [/i] ((Open, just be wary to not disturb Sheo. When he's doin' the fishstick, it's kinda hard to get back into it))

[spoiler]how do I join[/spoiler]

[spoiler]...Can someone inform me as to what's going on please? Been out of here for a while. [/spoiler]

[b][i][u]Midnight interrogation[/u][/i][/b] In the dead of night, the man known as [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/1a/1c/80/1a1c80326a778b56ade37b3e4ca2982c.jpg]Magnetar[/url] makes his way through the dark halls of the ship to the brig. He then enters and turns on the lights inside the room, revealing one of the cells to the occupied. The occupant seemed to be the upper torso of a golden robot, its arm and legs missing. It slowly raises its head to face Magnetar, seeming to recognize him. Magnetar takes a seat next to the cell of the mech. "Well, I see you finally decided to visit. How have things been."-Mech At first, Magnetar remains silent, simply looking at the mech. Then, he eventually speaks. "You know what I am here for."-Magnetar "Tell me, how long has it been since we got to talk like this? I lost count of the years."-Mech "Stop stalling. Just tell me where he is."-Magnetar "Where who is?"-Mech "You know damn well who. Stop messing with me and tell me!"-Magnetar The mech remains silent for nearly half a minute, and Magnetar shakes his head and stands up. "Fine. We will talk later when you are more willing to cooperate."-Magnetar He starts to exit the room when the mech speaks again. "How is Antonia doing now? Tell her I said hi."-Mech Magnetar stops, standing for a few moments, then exits, turning the lights off behind him. He then makes his way back down the halls. [spoiler]Open. [/spoiler]

[u]Joe's Bar and Grill, Light-Way 57[/u] [u]12:34 AM[/u] The dive was light with drunkards downing endless liquor bar-side, high-rollers smoking their cigars after a night of hookers and gambling, and trashy mercenaries eating wings and watching the game on the crappy 10-inch 3V over the Croatian chef cooking poutine among grimy wares. The crew of the [i]Arrowhead[/i] were there too, with full pockets and satisfied stomachs after a successful "account clearing" at the local bank. The smuggler team was convinced they'd shaken the law and decided to celebrate at a rink-dink pub across Lite-Way 57 which would lead them back into a Union-controlled star system. Alpha uses his marks man's eye to play darts with intoxicated patrons - Alpha was winning; Winchester drank his beer and cheered heartily as his favorite players made touchdowns and scored points; Sawyer and their enigmatic leader Drake sat in the most dark and desolate corner of the restaurant and poured over plans for their next big heist. [spoiler]Open to you-know-who's[/spoiler]

[i]snap[/i] went the sentry's neck. As Dutch moved to the wire fence he got out a small cutting laser and cut the fence. One positive about working on a primitive world was that they didn't have the tech to counter his. He slipped into the facility and activated his camo, letting him blend into the surrounding environment. He slowly made his way to the oil refinery's control room and blasted his way in with a shaped charge. He mowed down the men working the consoles, and their guards. He felt no remorse for these backwards zealots who used the oil to fund their terror to control the people. He set the refinery to fail, and left a charge on a few of the tanks of petrol to ensure it would go up in smoke. He rushed out of the compound and was spotted, they sent men after him but he killed them in the surrounding jungle. The refinery blew and could be seen from space, Nathan watched from a nearby hill top shielded by his armor and energy shield. He'd taken the contract to help the people of this planet and to line his own pocket. He had no idea who he was, or what he was meant for, but war, it was instinct. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]