{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
Editado por Will:
4/23/2016 1:35:57 AM
90
[b][i]Newcomer
NTR Shield
9:10pm
If anyone were lurking the back hallways of the Shield, they would see the spectacle that had just occurred. Well, as much of a spectacle something can be on a spaceship.
The air itself seemingly rips open into a swirling black and purple void, and out steps a figure.
This figure, which is built like a man in stature, is clad in slim black armor with a long black cloak over his shoulders. On the breastplate is a yin-yang symbol over crossed swords.
Peeking out from under the cloak, over the man's back, are three katana handles.
The first is a vibrant white and gold, an extremely stark contrast in comparison to the man's dark outfit.
The second is a more fitting accessory to his armor. Complete and utterly black, it seems to be darker than black. Like it was sucking the light out of its surroundings. Squid ink at midnight couldn't be darker.
The third and final is a simple olive green, with an oriental dragon on the hilt.
The most unnerving thing about this man was his mask. A Japanese-ish demonic mask, it's face twisted and horns. The material a shiny, metallic black.
The NTR Shield was in for an adventure... The Ronin had arrived. [/i][/b]
(Open)
[spoiler]
https://imgur.com/a/n31Ip
https://imgur.com/a/YyUfH
[/spoiler]
English
-
[i]A single, sleek camera picked up the figure of the Ronin, alerting the head A.I unit of the Shield. Onboard the Bridge of the ship, a single figure sat. An orange and black cloak rests over his body in a tiger stripe pattern, and he watches the screens restlessly. [/i]"He came from my void? Or... Another?" [i]The strange figure asked himself, his voice closely linked with an accent of stereotypical Canadian descent. [/i] [i]Within a matter of mere seconds another portal opens, this time with an onyx coloured black frame to it, while the background is purely purple. Inside, the only visible things that floated aimlessly were a set of nuclear warheads, and debris. The two objects floated aimlessly around in this land, as if gravity did not preside over the mysterious land. [/i] [i]From within the darkness, the cloaked figure floated. He hovered over as if he was one of the few beings who could stride through that land outside of space and time, before he exited the strange rift. It closed quickly behind the figure as he stepped out, although rather than falling to the ground, he hovered a mere foot over the ground, staring down to the figure below him. His face was engulfed in a shadow, with nothing entering or escaping it that could give any way of guessing who he was. [/i] [i]Tightly wrapped around his body was a belt, with four dirt-brown holsters resting on the left side of his body. The first held a blue revolver, with a small matter of scratches around the barrel. The second one was a sleek, white one, with the name [b]Vengeance[/b] engraved in the side, alongside the depiction of a silver eagle on the cylinder. The third was a crimson red, taking the image of a bloodstained gun. The tip of the barrel was jagged, and could pierce the flesh of a man if given the chance. The final gun was a regular revolver, save for the twin-headed bear resting on the side of the engraved hilt, [b]Ranger Sequoia. [/b][/i] [i]The figure glared at Ronin, his eyes lighting up from underneath, showing a menacing red colour: The God of Death stood before him, the esteemed General JT of the Republic. [/i]
-
"You look like someone I knew at one point, but more guns." [i] The man says In a deadpan voice, his voice metallic and hard, Like razors on ice. He didn't seem intimidated in the slightest.[/i]
-
"The cowboy' I'll assume? That son of a bitch did tell me of some people he knew. Including one Lance May." [i]The figure responded, his eyes shifting to an emerald green colour, before resting at a nice blue. One eye shined brighter than the other, as the figure analyzed the man. [/i]"Why are you here, Ronin?"
-
"Accidentally. Teleportation doesn't come with GPS." [i] The man says with a hint of humor in his voice.[/i]
-
"Well, I'm sorry to say, although you're under arrest by the New Terran Republic Navy. I'll be escorting you to the interrogation rooms and questioning you, before I decide what to do with you. Do you understand?"
-
"I already went through this with one of your lieutenants. He gave me permission to roam C deck, and that's all."
-
"Which one? Volvov I'll guess?" [i]He inquired, giving his head a slight tilt to the right. [/i]
-
[spoiler]if that's Pavel's guy, he didn't give me a name lmao.[/spoiler] "Don't know. Didn't give me a name."
-
[spoiler]Yeah lol, his character is Pavel Volvov. [/spoiler] "Alright, was he Russian? Look to be important?"
-
"Yeah, fits the bill."
-
"Well, that's my second-in-command. You can go where other civilians go, but that's all. And I've heard about your blades. If you're in the training deck, please just use wooden ones like the rest of us."
-
[i] Ronin chuckles.[/i] "A [i]bokken[/i] it is. No problem."
-
"Bokken? What...? Y'know ehat, probably best if I don't ask. Good day." [i]The tiger-striped figure states, before he simply floats past Lance. [/i]
-
"The Japanese term for a wooden training sword." [i] Lance says with a chuckle.[/i]
-
((End))
-
[i]As Lance was given the ability to roam C-deck, he had an opportunity to mingle with the crew. Unrecognizable to most in the combat hardsuit and mask given to him by Venom Incorporated, he was met by suspicious gazes, at least until he rounded a corner, to which he was greeted with the loud steeps of someone in a rather bulky set of power armor. The steps stopped, and the massive hulking figure looked at him. Alex Wilson stood in his modified Tesla T-60F power armor, with his X-01 MkVI helmet covering his head, eyes glowing a bright orangish red. The M2HB on his shoulder stayed up in its safety position, and his revolvers stayed in their holsters. He did not draw one of his knives or his machete, nor did he reach for his shotgun, AKM, or MG3. He cocked his head sideways for a minute, and approached you. Walking up to you, he towered over you by a good foot, and his armor was nearly twice the size of yours. It appeared that his Tesla shielding was off, as sparks and bolts were not jumping across his armor.[/i] You worked for Eddie, too, didn't you? The samurai kid with the three katanas and shit?
-
"Yes, that was me Wilson. 15 years ago, for me, but yes." [i] The man says with a chuckle, eyeing Wilson up and down. He hadn't changed a bit. [/i]
-
How the -blam!- did you get aboard without them trying to kill you, or did the Ruskies figure capture was more appropriate?
-
"Yeah. I had a pleasant conversation with a stick up his ass Lieutenant, and now I'm here. What about you? Aren't there people you should be killing, or ya know, obliterating?"
-
Not yet.... Nearly gutted some -blam!-er with the "Alliance" or whatever. Name was Blast. Other than that I've been sitting on my ass waiting.
-
"Waiting for what?" [i] Lance says, an eyebrow raised under the mask.[/i]
-
Wherever the hell they send us....
-
"Uh huh.." [i] Lance crosses his arms, leaning up against the wall.[/i] "So why is it that Wilson is on board this big ass warship by himself, for no apparent reason?"
-
I ain't here alone. Wolfie's kid's off somewhere. I got hired because they wanted someone with a big -blam!-ing gun and a shoot first and ask no questions mentality.
-
"Ah. Jackson's here? Interesting. And yes, if so, they definitely made the right choice." [i] Lance says with a laugh.[/i]
