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Status updates, huh? Who needs those anyways, pfft
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I figured I should update my status. Tada!
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Loves Teddy Bears|Twenty Something|Can't Speak Russian|Is Potat


THE MORE AWESOMEST POTATO:

Let me properly introduce myself. I am Sir Spud the Fourth, and I have been a potato for the longest time ever. I never denied it to be completely honest, but it is only recently that I embraced it. Now I have evolved from a simple couch potato to a fully grown royal potato. A dapper kawaii potato. And I dare say, knowing that you are a spud, makes life a lot easier. Just chill and let everyone else care about all their meaningless things because at the end of the day you'll know: chilling is the way to go.

I try to spend minimal effort on things that I don't care about, and procrastination might as well be my middle name. But that doesn't mean I ONLY rest. Sometimes a 'tato gotta do what a 'tato gotta do. And if that something happens to be things I like, then you cannot find anyone better than me. I am an omnipotent being capable of virtually any task to a limited degree, and I am not shy to admit it. I may not be the MOST AWESOMEST in a thing, but I am sure as hell MORE AWESOMEST than most people are at everything. But hey, I'm not here to brag, even if I am probabaly better at it than you


THE DREAMER:

All those nights laying in my couch, I thought about the cool shit that I cannot do. That I cannot see. But I pictured them in front of myself like they were real, and that infuraited me. Then I found the Guild, and I lived happily after. I have been on the site for 2 years now, and I have seen many RPs, and played with many people. I wish I have found the site earlier, but I am glad that I've even found it. Now all those fantasies can be written down and my mind can rest at ease at night, without being constantly troubled by ideas.

When I RP, I love myself some good Sci-Fi or Fantasy. But hey I am filthy casual, I can go for anything with an interesting setting. I don't trouble myself on small details if the plot is good, but if you get somwthing wrong you can expect me to tell you about it. Some even go as far as to think that I am angry or something, but I am too chill for that. If anything I'm more of the funny type, so you can expect me to try and write some shitty jokes or post memes I found on the internet. Anyways, you'll see what I mean when we RP together.


THE ARTIST:

Used to be something else here, but I'm happy to say that it's replaced because of a positive change. I now work as a full-time 3D artist in the animation industry, churning out shot after shot for some of your favorite game intros and trailers. Can't say anything about them before you even ask, and even though I'm still new to the industry I love it and I already know that this will be my passion for a long time. So hopefully in a few years I'll have a proud portfolio of animations that were done by yours truly that I can show off to all the lovely people of the guild.

THE LOVER OF STUFF:

Now I may have hobbies like the above mentioned, but there are some more things that I love in life. Here is a handy list of things you can always talk about with me:

  • Gaming: This one I am quite proud of, I'm a serious gamer with capital G. Not as much time for it nowadays, but still true.
  • Music: All kinds of electronic music, but I am a sucker for Queen and Powerwolf. Or Breakbot... anything music.
  • Anime: We all have an Otaku in us, but it's bigger for some people. For me it's just big enough.


WORDS OF WISDOM:

Be chill folks, getting fed up about stuff is a recipe for disaster. You gotta learn to be patient and let things go, or you'll end up a wrinkly old man/woman with only bad memories about life. Even if you do fuck-all every day, you can live a content life by taking things easy. With that said, as always, stay safe and stay classy.

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Just as he had appeared, and swooped Christine up, Thobias disappeared in a flash once he was sure Christine was on their side of the conflict. The stage was set, the players were all in piece, and though he did not organize the pieces, he would deal with them using all his knowledge and the best of his abilities. And the best of it he gave, because he knew what was at stake. He had to make sure everything went according to plan, his plan, and whether or not that fucked over everyone else didn't bother him the slightest.

He silently detested himself for still caring so much for Katherine even after they had broken up such a long time ago, and he wished he didn't have to deal with this childish squabble. He watched from atop the rooftop of a nearby building that he teleported to as the fight commenced between Katherine and Rurik. It was a fight where he was as unbiased as anyone can be, though he felt that Rurik deserved to loose for trying to "settle a score" while Kath was injured. Still, he saw something in the boy. He would make a great addition to his team...once this is all over. For now, he just watched the rage of the Demoness.

Or was it Kath? She couldn't tell... it seemed like the eloquent taunts of the Demoness were mixed with the burning passion of Katherine and it ended up coming out as a speech that hit the intended target. And even more. For a second, he almost felt bad for Rurik. Almost, but he never really felt sorry for anyone, so this still meant something. He had been blinded by his relation to Kath for longer than he could say, and though he did try to get the two to ease up, he now had a new outlook. The same richness and pompous attitude he despised so much of his own family was shining through Katherine. Admittedly she would've never said it in such a way without the demonic influence, but the core of it was still the Kath he knew.

Whether it was this, pity, or just the general failure to connect with the Demoness's words, Thobias slowly shifted to cheering for Rurik in his head. Well, somewhat more that it. He still had one goal in mind to save Kath, but he had already figured out that the boy was stalling for time. Not that they would've needed that while he was here...but Rurik didn't know that, and he wasn't going away until he saw this fight resolved.

He took his phone out and quickly dialed Sarah. Much like Liam, she responded almost instantly. "Sarah, things are getting heated up. They are fighting and I don't want to risk interfering now. Get ready just in case I need to disperse the crowd." With that he ended the call and anxiously followed the events.

@Gentlemanvaultboy@KillamriX88@Hammerman


8 days ago

“Thobias, slow down!” The boy in a simple leather jacket paced behind Thobias, clearly having a hard time keeping up with him. He was a large guy, over 2 meters in height and hulking in every way possible. His clean shaven head and think beard coupled well with his rough facial expressions and bursting muscles. He was an intimidating presence at other times, be he followed behind the much shorter Thobias like a puppy after it’s mother which broke the illusion in matter of seconds.

Thobias groaned and finally stopped in front of the large cast iron gate to a crumbling factory, turning a 180 to face his follower. “Brutus, what the heck did I tell you?” He asked an a brash tone, shaking his head in disapproval. “They said only me, no bodyguards. Liam and Sarah understood that. If you come with me, the deal is off and then you’ll have your monster sized hands full of trouble!” He leaned against the brick wall of the factory, still bearing the remains of the bronze insignia that bore the name no longer. “I’ll be fine, that’s my whole gimmick, remember? In and out, nobody caught me before and they never will.” He explained to Brutus and waited for an answer from the beast in man’s clothing.

“Boss, you know I trust you, but I don’t like a single bit about this deal.” He exclaimed, hoping to put some sense into Thobias. But he wouldn’t have any luck, he already made up his mind about this deal. Still he tried, pulling out a pistol from his pants. “At least let me wait around the corner. If anything goes down, you know I can deal with them in a heartbeat.”

“With that peashooter? ” Thobias asked and let out a smug laugh. “Brutus, your hands are your weapons, don’t make me laugh mate!” He exclaimed and shook his head, than took a step closer Brutus and looked into his eyes with a killing gaze that bore no empathy for his concerns. “Now put the fucking gun away unless you want a bullet hole in both of us.” He quickly looked around and leaned closer, following up in a more quiet tone. “If you want to stay so bad, wait around the corner. In and out, easy breeze, I’ll be back in a jiffy.” With that he pat the arms of Brutus and flashed him a quick smile before turning on his heels and lighting a quick cigarette before making his way inside the compound, blinking through the bars and out of sight.

A more run down place you couldn’t have imagined for a drug deal. Well, it was exactly the sort of place that that cops would love to check from time to time, and that didn’t help ease his worries that this deal wasn’t what he imagined it to be. But the cops would want all his mates around, so it was probably something else. Or maybe he was just thinking too much about it for no reason. That must’ve been it. He took a deep sniff of his cigarette as she casually walked around a broken warehouse, leaving behind a puff of smoke.

And there they were, bunch of gangsters who he had to put up with so long with little disputes here and there. But they offered him a deal the other day that he couldn’t refuse, something to put and end to their little squabble. And Thobias had to take it, he wasn’t exactly running a gang to rival the size of others. What his team had in powers, these people made up for in manpower and equipment. At least a dozen men, all armed with automatic weapons. Not a pretty sight to meet on such a fine day, but he had no other choice.

He looked around as if he was examining the architecture if the place and threw his cig away. “Why are we meeting out here mate? Was the plaza closed or something?” He asked jokingly and looked over at the one man he knew from the group. A short guy in white clothing and a dark skin complex with a very ugly face. Yeah, he wasn’t the biggest fan of this “Juan” character, but again, he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. He walked out into the middle of the little area that the people already present set up a barrier around with the cars and guards and beckoned at the short man. “We doing this deal or not?”

He probably looked more confident than he was. Dodging a knife or a few thugs with a pistol was one thing. When there are people actively aiming their gun at you, that’s a whole different thing. His muscles tensed as he waited for an answer and his mind was already focusing on a nice and quiet place where he could escape to if the situation turned hot. And after what seemed like forever, the man finally spoke up.

“Thobias, thobias…” He begun, shaking his head as he pushed himself away from the car he was leaning against. “We’ve been rivals for the longest time, and despite all my attempts to squash you out, your seem to resurface somewhere else and slip for my grasp.” Uh-oh, that didn’t seem like a good start? Was he too cocky to come here? Probably yes, this wouldn’t be the first time he got shot for being a dumbass. But he wasn’t in the mood for getting turned into swiss cheese either, he felt like a few hundred bullet wounds aren’t something Liam could fix up.

“But… I realize that this rivalry is killing us both. I’ve lost too many men and supplies to our little disputes, and since I’ve tried everything to get rid of you and nothing worked, I’m going to extend a deal to you.” He said and then beckoned for his men. CLICK He hated that sound. Why did it have to be a trap? Man, these bad guys never played clean did they? A dozen or so guns pointed at him, and he started to feel the burn under his feet. He couldn’t dodge them, not at this range...if only he had any idea how he did that thing with his fight against Rurik! Man, that would make this a walk in the park…

“You are a talent, I recognize that. We have a place for talents like you. Heck, I’ll throw in your little friends too just so you know how nice I am. You’ll be my dealer and we’ll agree on a cut.” Oh yeah, so I can get bossed around for pocket change? This guy thinks he is doing this for money? Man, he must have something wrong in his head. He didn’t like the deal, not one bit, but he had to make a decision soon, or one of these armed thugs will get an itchy trigger finger soon. “Tick, tock, time is ticking Thobias. Make a decision!”

“Chill mate, gimme a sec.” He exclaimed. Maybe he should’ve brought the others along too, they could’ve cleared out these miserable excuses of gangsters in seconds. As if Brutus heard his thoughts he turned around the corner, already in full sprint. “Nobody move!” Man, he wasn’t messing around, but he clearly didn’t think about this. Oh well, it was a fun life while it lasted. He already heard the hammer’s hit the pins in the guns, the bullets whistling their way through the air at him and Brutus. He concentrated, hoping to blink away just in time, but things didn’t look up for him. He closed his eyes and waited to see if he was faster or the bullets.

And then...nothing. A terrible shockwave seemed to have hit him, but it wasn’t the familiar searing pain of the a bullet. Or multiple in this case. No, it was something else...but still familiar. Like when he tried to use his abilities one too many times and the universe metaphorically punched him in the kisser for messing around with it too much. So, he opened his eyes to see what was going on.

An eerie yet familiar gray hue greeted him. Everything around him just...stopped. Not a single movement, the bullets frozen in the air and Brutus still in the act of running, his legs not touch the ground. He wanted to say he did that but...he didn’t. So...what the heck was this, and why was it so familiar.

“Hey there kiddo! Seems like you’re in a big bloody mess, aren’t ya?” He quickly turned around on his heels to look for the source of this unknown voice. And there he was, standing in front of him...yes, literally he himself was standing in front of himself, but...older? And wearing a weird outfit too, but he could definitely tell it was himself. Only one person was as handsome as himself and that was, well, himself. But before he could speak up, the man, or himself if you want to put it like that, interrupted.

“Kiddo, I’m sure you have tons of questions, but I can’t answer them all.” He exclaimed and his hands shifted over to a holster he was carrying and he pulled out a revolver...or at least something that reminded him a lot of a revolver. The man, himself, errr...he’ll have to come up with a name for sure...anyways, he checked the mag of his gun before he started walking over to the thugs, still frozen.

“Let’s make this quick. I’m you, in a way, from the future and from a whole other dimension.” Yeah, they should totally talk some other, time it was being a little too complicated already. “Call me the Caretaker if ya would. I make sure none of you idiots make some stupid mistake that ends up wiping your whole gen.” He exclaimed, and walked over to one of the thugs, sending a bullet through their head. Well, Thobias expected it, but the bullet just stopped an inch away from their head, frozen like everything else. What was the point then? And more so, what was he talking about with gens? “Usually I don’t have to, but you live in a super annoying world where everybody seems to have powers. Which is great, because at least you can defend yourself as well. But clearly not well enough, not yet at least.” He exclaimed, walking up to each tug, and doing the same motion he did before with his gun. What was he on about.

“Wait, not yet? You mean I could do...this?” Thobias asked and pointed around himself. The Caretaker laughed and shook his head, holstering his gun. “You wish Kiddo. Not in a lifetime you won’t...at least, not like I can.” He walked up to Thobias up close, and squinted his eyes as he took a good look at him. Wow, creepy figure. “But you have potential. Whatever you did back during that fight with that Rurik guy, it really set things in motion. That’s the whole reason I’m here.” Finally he took a step back away and Thobias let out a sigh. “You have potential, but I always need to be at hundreds of places at the same time, so I can’t exactly teach you right now. You’ll need to break free before I can properly teach you, and I doubt you have the balls for that.” First of all, that was incredibly rude. Saying he didn’t have the ball, hah! Second of all...he didn’t understand a word of that. Nope, not one bit, he was absolutely clueless. Did this guy really expect him to know what he was talking about?

“But, I’ll give you a parting gift Thobias, cause you’re on my watchlist now and I want you to live just a little longer than what is written for you.” Without a warning the Caretaker teleported up to him, using the same ability he always used, and placed his hand on his forehead. Suddenly it felt like he had a glimpse at everything, images flashing by his eyes at speed even he couldn’t comprehend, and then everything went black. Suddenly, he felt a weird feeling deep in himself, as if his heart was pounding more than before, but...it felt off.

Before he could ask the caretaker took a step back and tipped his hat at Thobias. “Feel that beat? Think very hard of someone and you’ll feel their presence wherever they are. The closer your connection, the less vague it will be. And if you can’t feel that beat, well...you know what that means!” And then just like that POOF he was gone. What the hell was that all about? And what did he mean! No, he didn’t understand.

He didn’t have too much time to think about it as he saw the field shimmer around himself, and he realised that bullets were still flying at him. Thobias quickly teleported over to Brutus, just in time to see time return to normal.

The sound of a dozen distinct shots ringed with the other sounds, and the gangsters all dropped dead at the same time, a familiar bullet passing through their craniums. The bullets mean for him? They harmlessly splashed on the ground where he used to be. Brutus stopped in surprise, kicking up a cloud of dust as he came to a halt, and Juan...well, he looked more than surprised. “Would you look at that?” He mumbled under his breath. He had to admit, that was some grade A badassery from whoever this mystery guy was.

He let out a snarky laugh and lighted a cigarette as he approached Juan with smalls steps, Brutus following behind him. “The deal’s off Juan. If I see your goons on my turf again I’ll think twice about letting you live.” He exclaimed with a chuckle and patted Juan’s cheeks a few times before turning over to Brutus. “Alright mate, I think we’re done here. Thanks for the worry, but this bum is nothing I can’t deal with.” He exclaimed and then walked away from the site, with Brutus in tail. And he had no inclination on telling him this wasn’t his doing.


The day of the tournament

Thobias was sitting on the top ledge of the stadium, watching the match from a bird’s eyes view. He was dangling his legs as he watched the tourney, eating a bag of popcorn. Yes, he bought it just to mock everyone else who would see him. No, he didn’t care. He really had the best place in the entire stadium after all. He noticed that a few other people with similar abilities sparsely populated the roof along with him, and there was a silent union in it. Everybody here had the silent agreement that they had the coolest ability ever. Even if everybody thought theirs was the be all to end all, nobody would dare say anything to the other because they had a common laughing stock in the form of the people who couldn’t fly or teleport.

He spent the last few days practicing his abilities, especially the one he got from the Caretaker. He still didn’t manage to recreate the ability he used to win against Rurik, but this new ability he had… man, it was something else. Whenever he thought of someone really hard, he could feel their heart beat within his own chest, and have a vague idea of where they were. It wasn’t omnipresent, they tested it with Liam, Brutus and Sarah. He teleported across half the world to see how far the range was, but in the end it seemed to be only effective within the city, and a bit extra. But at the outskirts of town, it was just the faintest feeling, a hard task to pinpoint anyone. Still, it seemed to improve over the days, and he gradually kept pushing his range out. Just like when he was training his blink ability, using it more and more helped, yet it put a similar strain on his body, so he could only do it so much.

Today he came around to check the matches. On one hand, he wanted to see how strong these people really were, and whether or not he could match up with against them. Of course, not that he wanted to, fighting head on wasn’t his style. He was more like the head of the body anyways. And secondly, he came to check on Katherine. He had to admit, he couldn’t get her out of his head as much as he wanted to. And yeah, he came all the way just to see her match. Now everybody shut up, the match is about to begin.

Honestly, he didn’t like it one bit. Not that it wasn’t a pretty fight with explosions and people getting punched in the face. No, it was that there wasn’t enough punching and explosions. He honestly expected more from Kath, he knew that she had a lot more in her. Even as he saw the sword from Yuuto, he didn’t intervene. He had every right to believe that Kath could just pop her final form, clear up their entire team and then be done with it. The demon be fucked, he was sure Kath could deal with it.

That was, until she couldn’t. He was perplexed, wasn’t Kath the best brawler in St Laurels? Of course, that’s not exactly much against a sword, but he expected a lot more. But what was worse...the bleeding didn’t seem to stop. Whatever was going on, it didn’t seem that the stasis field put up for protection was protecting Kath from the cuts. His heart tensed up, and he felt that second heart beat within his chest faster and faster: he knew it wasn’t going well for Kath.

He couldn’t watch this anymore, he had to do something without directly interfering...but what? Well, he knew the first thing he head to do. He took out his cell, and quick dialed Liam. It took only a few seconds before the he answered. “Yeah boss, what’s the matter.”

Liam, grab Brutus and Sarah, and get to the hideout. Chances are, I’ll be bringing a few guests who need some help, so get a few-” He glanced down at the tourney, where it seemed that Kath had been taken over by the demoness, leaving behind a trail of blood. “Scratch that, all the blood you can carry. You’ll have your hands full.” With that he ended the call and hopped to his legs, going down around the far end of the roof.

Before he could do so, he felt Kath move, and move fast. He turned around, just as to see her use some sort of a...demonic wings to escape. That was new… Funny the things you don’t know about a girl that you used to sleep with. Of course, he knew it was the demoness, and it was all the more unsettling. If she had taken over, who knows what kind of trouble Kath might be in. But still, it was a slight relief as well: the heartbeat so erratic before seemed to have calmed down. So whatever the demon was doing, it was at least helping a bit.

Thobias trailed behind the group until they ended up in a nearby park. It seemed like this was where they were going to finally have at it. Thobias didn’t like one bit that Clara wanted the demon from Kath. Maybe, if it was malicious. But it was her orders that hurt Kath, and now the Demoness was keeping her alive. No, he couldn’t just let that happen. Sure, she was her superior in school and all that, but he didn’t give the slightest fuck about that at the present moment. No, he had to act quick, and he knew exactly who to turn to to tip the scales.

Christine. Kath’s sweet, and admittedly more pervy sister that has already managed to cool her sister down on so many occasions. He didn’t want this to be one of that. All this time he was trailing from a safe distance, but now he leaped into action, messing with the brains of his foes as he liked to do.

With a quick blink, he appeared right by Christine and grabbed a hold of her arm, giving her and Clara a quick wave. “I’ll take you for a quick trip hun.” He quipped, and he was gone just as soon as he arrived. Yes, he could’ve taken Kath straight out of here. Yes, he could’ve teleported most of Kath’s enemies far, far away, but he didn’t want to do that. He enjoyed watching a good trashing like anyone else, but he needed to make sure the match was fixed. So, he made it quick with Christine as he teleported with her just around the corner, still in sight of the fight, yet a good distance away.

As he did so, he quickly released her and took a jump back before she could potentially hit him.”Don’t hate me Christine, but I can’t watch you beat up Kath, blinded by that madwoman Clara.I can feel it, she’s not lying-” He exclaimed and put his hand on his heart. “Kath’s going to die if the demon leaves her body, it’s the only thing keeping her alive. I’ll explain all of it later, but you have to trust me!” And just like that, he said everything he wanted to, and felt like he could muster out of himself in one breath. He wheezed, and took a deep breath before staring at Christine for her answer. He couldn’t let her get back into the fight as an enemy.
@Theodorable Ack! Sorry, been doing exams up until now!

Thanks bud! Don't want to be late for the Panzer III, Daimler Benz's best product!
@Theodorable Hey there ol pal! Long time!

You certainly have yoruself a really interesting concept here! Quite a refreshing take on NRPs. Happy to see that nobody went for Daimler and Benz so far, gotta love those engines they made. So if you still have a spot, there a chance I can still join in on the fun? Hope I'm not too late!
If you get past a 100 hours in XCOM and you start to play the game with serious mods (Long War for example) and serious gameplay knowledge (ex: activation ranges in the first game, ambush exploits in the second), the game becomes really fun. Sure, it makes it super tryhard every minute along the way, but then you can REALLY feel like saving Earth. I finished both games, with both DLCs, each with and without Long War (8 runs in total), plus a few Impossible Ironman runs in the first game. I still have PTSD after those goddamn Meld canisters... but hey, neither of them are as hard as playing Xenonauts on Veteran mode!
DID SOMEONE SAY XCOM! ITS TIME FOR SOYLENT GREEN TO GET BACK INTO ACTION BABY!...Sorry, I just really like XCOM.

"Engine room, 3/4 ahead. Stay on course." Antonovich spoke into the intercomms under his white mustache and then waited as the ship slowly responded to his order. "Risso, Dusky, trail behind at half speed in our engine wake. Prep the Orca for landing and undock it as soon as possible." The comms stayed silent for a bit before the captains of the other ships responded, and the two unarmed vessels on either side of the Jack broke off and formed up slowly behind the Jack. Antonovich watched with a small smile as the fleet performed in such an orderly fashion. The month they spent repairing the Jack back at port in the Old World took the toll on the crew's morale, but they were finally sailing the azure seas again. On the starboard side of of the group the green treetops waved from the wind in the distance. The few crew members in the bridge kept their eyes on the radars and comms as they sailed towards the co-ordinates given to them. Finally, the Jack picked up a signal from a nearby fjord. That must be the port of those Russians. Antonovich couldn't believe he would be working again for the Russian government. Or, what remained of it. It filled him both with joy and fear: after all, he was probably listed KIA after his ship sank all those years ago. How would they react now that he was leading a mercenary group? He clutched the comms device with his hands before making up his mind and opening up a channel, revealing their location. "This is Admiral Leskov Antonovich speaking of the MD Pelorous Jack." He hesitated a few seconds before continuing. "Former captain of the Admiral Kuznetsov. I believe you were expecting us."

"Admiral Antonovich, we are transferring you, please hold." On the other side of the line, the operators quickly placed the line directly in the Colonel General's office, but there was a wait. Was it because they didn't have their shit together or because they didn't think he was important enough to contact ASAP? The answer was of course that Veronika Tolstoï, the woman on the other side of the line, knew she shouldn't give the impression that she expected that call too much, else this Antonovich might get a sense that he is more important than he really was. Just as the wait could begin to get frustrating however, there was an answer, along with a request for a visual feed showing the General sitting with a wall of polished marble behind her. "Mister Antonovich. This is Colonel General Veronika Tolstoï of the G.R.U. speaking. Welcome to the new world. I trust you had no difficulties crossing the UN line and finding us?"

The Jack however, had no cameras or equipment that would transfer visual feed. This Veronika would only hear Antonovich, but not see him. What a cyka Antonovich thought as he returned answer in his usual, calm and collected demeanor. "The co-ordinates you gave us were quite precise." He nod, even though the woman couldn't see him. "General, we are distinguished officers off the Russian military, chit-chat is none of my concern." He pressed the words at the end. "We have wasted fuel and supplies reaching your location. I assume you brought us here to strike a deal, and not for tea time. In case you did, I am afraid to say that our Samovar is broken."

"Ex-officers. With distinguished services but a murky end to said service, working for as you say, 'The Russian Federation' which made way to the Pan-Slavic Union. But as you say, enough chit chat." The woman leaned into the table. "The deal, mister Antonovich, is the same as the one that was struck back on Earth." The one that was talked about in a private place with no recording equipment and thus no proof of which existed. To sink the ships of the other nations present here, to be corsairs working for the G.R.U. in exchange for safe harbor and a buyer for whatever stolen good they pillaged. "But I have to admit, I would be interested in extending the terms of this deal. Re-enlist Captain, put your resources at the service of your nation and you'll receive title of Admiral you've given yourself, along with the advantages of this position. For you and your crew of course."

Antonovich scoffed and turned off the comms for a bit to curse the name of this woman. He didn't like her at all, but a deal was a deal and he honored it. Besides, the Azure Fleet needed the supplies more than ever, and he wasn't going to abandon the needs of his crew because of his personal experiences with this woman. "I am an elected Admiral of my people. Can you say the same?" He remarked as he knew very well he was chosen by all those who now serve under him to be the captain of the flottila. But he had a hunch that wasn't the case for this unbearable woman. "The Mare Delfino belongs only to the highest bidder. I will fulfill my end of the contract, and I expect you to fulfill yours." He stayed silent for some time, almost luring the other party to an answer before continuing. "I will give thought to your offer General. It would be a sad end to our distinguished track record if I chose to pledge loyalty only because of my old title. I am afraid you will have to earn the trust of my crew if you wish to see us frequent your ports on more official terms."

"No." She flatly answered, knowing that to respond either by the lie 'I was chosen based on my personal competences by my superiors who got their position the same way' or the truth 'I killed, tortured, seduced and charmed my way to the top' would both be unwelcomed answers. Ultimately she listened in silence before nodding. "Good. You have your orders and a packet of data containing informations relevant to your mission has been sent to you. Upon your return, we should be able to accomodate you for your resupply needs. I will trust you to manage your operations so the finances balance. Good luck." Nobody wanted this conversation to last any longer than it needed to. The data sent contained any information the G.R.U. had about the other ships that had crossed the gateway, mostly dates and satellite pictures along with suspected bases. In addition, the IFF of the Myr, who had just been sent back to Earth so if they encountered it, the cargo could share any new information it got.

Antonovich wasn't sent out there blindly, it seemed the G.R.U. was hopeful on the amount of damages he could make.

"Antonovich over and out." The captain cut comms and returned to his station. "I can't believe someone like here is in control. And they say Stalin was bad..." He shook his head and then waved for the bridge crew. "Everyone, set sail towards the new co-ordinates. Make sure your stations are ready for engagement." Then he picked up the intercomm and relayed the info throughout the fleet as well. "Engine room, flank ahead, work those engines." After this, waved for his XO to take command and he left the bridge.



15 minutes later, the fleet made a complete turnaround and were already several nautical miles from the GRU base. The Orca had been towed back into place behind the Russo, and Lisa Ruffolo was waiting on the flight deck of the Jack. "Admiral!" She saluted. "I received your message. The Jack and the Orca are combat ready. Groigar made sure everything was okay in engineering, and just for good measures, we are readying Liu's craft for flight below deck. Hopefully, we won't need to employ her, but it's better to be safe than sorry. We also prepped Ripley for reconnaissance." Antonovich raised and eyebrow after the report. "Sorry sir, Ripley is the name the crew gave for the drone." Finally, Antonovich broke out in a charismatic laugh and patted Lisa's shoulder. "At ease Sarge, no need to be so uptight. I know this is how you keep the crew in shape, but you can spare me the salute. Now how about a drink to celebrate our first contract?" Lisa nod in reply, and the two left towards the makeshift bar housed inside the hangar deck.
Misha eyed as the two bounty hunters made their way into the bowels of the airship. He especially eyed Reva cautiously, almost bumping into her as she passed by. But he urged gimself not to for the sake of the captain and upholding an image of himself. For now. He returmed the Maurice's nod with less caution, though he took a good look at the man too. He didn't like the captaon hiring more guns, but he really didn't have a choice in the matter. With options not in his hand, Misha diligently admitted himself to guard duty and took place in front of the walkway to the ship.

"It's alright now little girl, you are safe from bad pirates." His voice boomed as he looked over to Charlotte to give her a reassuring smile. "Misha will protect you!" He laughed whole heartedly and pat Charlotte's back several times. Poor girl.

He was distracted however as a man came up to him in introduction. Appereantly he was named Booker Laverne. Not that Misha cared much for that, he could've been named John Sparrow for all he cared. He was about to give a crass response to the man, but clearly he didn't want to wait around. He just fixed a gas mask and jumped off the platform and onto their ship, much to Misha's amusement and anger. "Get off my girl you imbecile!" He shouted, but before he could tale actions a couple of weird individuals approached the ship as well. Clearly, they all wanted to talk, and he couldn't quite send them away without the captain. Misha cursed his predicament, and turned over to the priest.

"We don't need crazy folk around here like you, star man!" He exclaimed and looked over at the pirates. He had a murderous glint in his eyes, and they all turned away from him in an instant. "You can do whatever you want with those three, but you are not setting a foot on the ship until the captain comes back!" Misha crossed his arms intimidatingly. He couldn't care less what the priest did with those traitorous pirates, but he positiviely didn't want a crazy priest on board. He just hoped the caltai would be of a similar mind too.

"And you, weapons lady!" He adressed Sarah and glanced over at the weapon she was carrying. "This isn't a transport ship! Do you not see?!" He was getting upset at all the people gathering around. Misha never liked to talk with strangers, he knew he sucked at it. He just cursed the captain for leaving him alone like that, they always get hogged by recruits at ports. It should've been him to stay out here, while Misha could give the mercenaries their money. "All of you, stand back!" He shouted with a deep bellow. The air rang still after his voice had seemingly calmed the crowd. "Misha is in good mood, so he will not punch all of you! But you will all stay there until captain comes back! Amd you!" He turned over to Booker. "Get off before I hurt you!"




Meanwhile, Oliver has lead Reva and Mazrice inside the small cabin area. It was just spacious enough for the three of them clearly it was the cockpit judging by the steering wheel and equipment in the front of it, and a stray ladder going upwards indicated that the ship was bigger than it first seemed.

He had just finished listenining to their proposals. "Lady, Gent, I am happy to hear of your steadfast spirit!" He smiled and sat down on the edge of the only table in the room. "And yes, we do need new crew members. You two made quick work of the previous ones. Those treacherous bastards..." He shook his head and took a good look at the two.

The girl, Reva, she seemed like a powderkeg ready to explode. But if she exploded at the right time, it would prove to be quite useful for the crew. The man, Maurice, he was somethibg else. He was well mannered, perhaps too much for the world around him. Still, he seemed like he wouldn't stray from dirty work. Something that is a highly appreciated skill among crews.

Misha's voice made the glasses resonate as it almost passed through them unfiltered. It seems like he was causing trouble again. Oliver took a qzick peek outside before adressing the mercenaries. "Fine, I gave it a quick think. I'll hire you both, because I am afraid Misha might kill all other applicants." He pat the table he was sitting on. "But if you want the Magnificent to be your new home, you'll let go of the blood money. You take either the creds or the job. I don't want a crew who hungers only for my money."
All hell broke loose on the platform. When the first shot rang, many of the more timid members in the crowd began to run away, and most of the people backed away. But the few who did act instantly upon the bounty did incredibly fast. Notably the mercenary named Reva, who took the first shot, and already rushed to the first hostage to untie him.

The man offered his hands to be cut, and sighed in relief as he was finally free of the rope's bond. He looked over at the dead captain before leaning down and picking up the hat that the corspe had no use for anymore. It fit him perfectly. "Don't worry about that lass. Captain Oliver is as good as his word!" He exclaimed before turning around to take a look at the mayhem.

The bright pink haired girl took out her own captor with a large monkey wrench that echoed pleasantly over the sound of gunfire. She ducked behind Misha for cover, which proved to be a great decision once one of the large man's captors was shot. With a thundering laugh, Misha silenced the gunfire for a moment. "HAHAHAHA! Chains can't hold me! You puny man are no match for Misha!" His bellowing words stuck fear into the hearts of the last three crew members who promptly decided it wasn't worth dying for a captain who was the first casualty in the heat of the battle. They dropped their guns and surrendered in a heartbeat.

It was all over as quick as it started. Gunshits rang, the fake captain died and all eyes focused on the thundering Misha who stood above the surrendering crewmates imposingly. The rest of the crowd didn't even have time to properly draw their guns and engage.

"Thanks for the rescue laddies! This is the last time I hire these pirate scum for anything!" He said non chalantly as he adjusted his hat and looted the captain for a pair of keys dangling from his waist. "As promised, those who helped will get their hundred Dits. And seeing how that was supposed to be my crew-" He gave a vicious glance at the three man who had their hands in the air while he walked over and removed Misha's handcuffs. "The Magnificent will be parked here for the rest of the day. She is a tad bit short of hands now, so don't be afraid to try your luck." He finished and pat Misha's arms and looked over to Charlotte to make sure she was OK. He then turned back to the ship and walked back inside, quickly disappearing into the small cockpit. "You two!" Misha boomed and looked at Reva and Maurice. "Come!" He gestured towards the ship in a way that didn't take no for an answer. Of course, why would they refuse getting paid?

A large majority of the crowd dispersed as the fight began, and only a small amount of them dwindled back when it was finally over. But seeing the imposing Misha stand guard in front of the ship, and the dead pirates, a lot of them decided this was too dangerous for them. Only a handful of souls remained on the paltform now, along with the utterly terrified port officer, and the man in the whit suit who stood out like a shining beacon.
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