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Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

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To Claim a Starting World

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Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

Frost dipped into the cargo bay and began peering through the canvas around the crates that she split open with a knife. Electronic parts, tools, food, frozen water, even fucking cash stored in the back. This was good, but she wondered what the others were looking at right now, guns, maybe lots of guns? She’d have to clear a path to get this stuff freed from the ship. But-

"Vazyrin here. Skala group detected. Around 12 of them, no firearms. A click or so away from our position. I cannot tell if they are here to scavenge or if they are a territorial patrol. That's not all."

"There's something else - the pilot has gone to investigate it. I can't detect it properly from here with the atmospheric conditions however. Some sort of electronics. Someone ask them whatever it is they've made contact with."

That couldn’t have been avoided, really. Skala took whatever they could when they could take it. Living here was rough, especially when you’re trying to start a colony and don’t already have a foothold. Frost didn’t want a firefight breaking out, but none of them had guns. Maybe they were coming to see what’s happening, or maybe they were here for the ships. Frost was hoping they could skirt around anyone and get out of orbit before someone got in their way. ”Great, yeah- see what you can do. If they just got sticks ‘n knives or whatever we’ll be fine. Don’t wanna get nasty though, don’t start shooting til they start swinging, got that?”

As Michael hid from sight, he could see the Skala wandering forward, evidentially towards the crash. Their motives remained unclear.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Tales From Landrunia: Ten Thousand Suns

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Now that Var had set up sentry detail around the place, they were ready for grabbing. "Alright, get t'snagging whatever ain't nailed down, let's start with that carrier first. And keep a gun handy, might be someone clinging to stuff inside still." "With that, the crew fell upon the downed vessels, taking every valuable thing they could from arms to goods. Frost went to the carrier’s cockpit first, it seems it came into orbit at a narrow angle, so it skidded across the ground very smoothly, but the winds knocked the glass out as it tumbled through the upper atmosphere. The cargo ship actually had a pretty good shot at survival, but the weather made the force of the crash too much to bear. If anything wasn’t taken out from the original shockwave of smacking the ground in a ship, the cold and something else would.

Frost ducked under some shards of glass to dive into the cockpit, the whole ship was turned somewhat on its side, enough to walk, but awkwardly so. The pilots were gone, literally and figuratively, and all the electronics were blown out, the heat from electrical shortages melted some of the snow, and water damage salted the wounds. Wires were hanging from the mangled thing. There wasn’t much to see here. Overall, the entire thing looked to be roughly a size and a half bigger than the Pegasus. What they needed to get to was the heart of the derelict vessel, where crates upon crates of supplies would be stashed. ”Headin’ in deep from the front, nothin so far. Who’s got the APC?” She asked over the comms they brought (did they?) just for this. The whole thing was dark and chilly, every now and then the overhead lights would flicker, but the scarring along the hull let in enough light to see. After a bit of trudging through wreck and snow, she found the cargo bay, the lower half of the ship, where dozens of dozens of crates were stored. ”Found the goods.”

While everyone was smashing and grabbing, the Skala had rounded the mountain and crossed the openings, there were roughly 10 to 12 in an on-foot convoy coming into view as a blur to anyone without any kind of scope or camera. Maybe Varzyrin had some sort of telescopic tech in his broody, fleshy circuits he was yet to inform the group about. They were coming closer and closer, one could give them maybe another half hour before they came into the immediate vicinity of the downed ships. They appeared to outnumber the scavenging criminals a good deal, but none of them were very well armed. Not even half of them had a spear, or some manner of walking stick in hand, and the rest carried a sack or something to contain something over their shoulders. One stood a few feet in front, a large and bulky one with a stout spear in hand. The rest of the Skala appeared to be following the front one. They were heading for the crash to observe the area. Perhaps they could snag something to, you tend to take what you can find on Formalis.

Meanwhile, there was no one inside the ship to ping the radar, so they could not notice that a large, electromechanical signal was being emitted from a particularly high wavelength machine of federal design hovering only a mile outside of Formalis’ upper atmosphere. The Ivory Flash was on the trail of the group. From where he was above the skies of the planet, Micheal was unable to see anything whatsoever through the vast and snowy clouds that churned throughout the air of the planet. There was no way to discern ground from sea, as it was all a solid, hazy white. The federal agent would only be able to get a clear view of the place upon entry, which could run the risk of Varzyrin’s sentries picking up on something in the sky.

Deadwood: Hope, Death, & Misery [Closed]

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Just Another Hero

A new day had arisen, and the morning air was nice and cool. Another decent day in Singapore, thanks in no small part to the safety maintained by the hero commission of the region. After the commotion from yesterday, things were dull. Everyone had a day to rest after such a hectic ordeal, most of them, anyway. The Amur Tiger had his hands full with a case of murder. The victim being a pro hero...That day, Zeal himself was notified that a telekinetic hero by the name of Matterbender had been declared dead by the large amount of her blood spilled in a tucked away corner of town. There was no body, there was no witness, not even so much as a fingernail or anything else to denote a face - or even an assailant - to connect with what had happened. Whoever had killed this hero was gone like a ghost. All that remained other than the blood to even suggest someone had been in a scuffle was the surrounding area. Damage to the facades of buildings, chunks of concrete scrapped and dented in ways no ordinary citizen could handle. Trash cans were knocked over empty, and their contents scattered violently. It showed an intense afterimage of a fight, but all the same was the lack of a body. DNA testing showered Matterbender's blood, but no body. All of this, the Amur Tiger was made aware of, and Zeal as well, but the results were ultimately fixed on one thing: There was a murderer on the loose with the capability to take down heroes and get away without a trace. It was only a matter of time before this happened again. In the meantime, the early morning news report had somehow caught wind. Perhaps someone tipped off the press or the authorities passed it along for everyone's safety. In any case, word of the uncharacteristically vague killing was being broadcasted at this very moment all across Singapore. Anyone watching the tv would see it, such as the young heroes visiting their friend, Yi, on this otherwise peaceful morning in their city.

"Good morning Singapore, today we bring troubling news of a hero presumed dead."

"Late last night, reports of screams and fighting led the hero Amur Tiger to a crime scene. What was found was little more than a large pool of dried blood and evidence of a fight between an attacker and a victim. No body has been recovered, but the 23rd hero of Singapore, the Matterbender, has been identified as the one who the blood came from. Currently, Matterbender is nowhere to be found, but was last see patrolling the area where the scene of the crime was found. She is currently presumed to be dead."

The video feed showed an image of Matterbender in her hero gear, as well as a set of knives collected for evidence as it continued.

The only other evidence to show that Matterbender was present is these knives, records show they were her weapons which she used along side her quirk. Some of them are broken, but all of them show heavy, recent damage. The assailant of this attack is nowhere to be found, and reports say the authorities were unsuccessful in finding any leads or clues as to who Matterbender's supposed killer is, or where they have gone. The number one hero, Zeal, has requested that we pass along a message to the public: Be careful when walking into less populated areas, and try to avoid travelling alone or at night. If you suspect anything abnormal, or have information that could be important, report it to the police or the hero commission as soon as you can."

Mizo wasn’t even awake yet, let alone watching the news, Penrose was watching intently, a hero killer wasn’t good. It couldn’t just be an average person, especially not in a place as tight on military heroism as Singapore. Something about the whole situation was unsettling to her. This could be a one time thing or it could be that every hero in the country was at risk. Would this villain stop there? Probably not.

Bad things were coming.