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The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Holly Farstel and Samantha Wiles

^{Oh, and White Rabbit, too}

Rabbit was actually starting to enjoy the walk with Holly. Sure they didn’t really say anything so it was a little awkward, and there was always the worry that someone was coming after them, but for now it was just nice to act like… none of that existed. He took in the surroundings, as well as keeping an eye on if anyone approached them. However, it didn’t take long before something happened, as per usual in this town.

"MPD, Hands up and turn around!"

Rabbit whipped around, not taking any kind of stance but definitely keeping his fingers wrapped around the handle of his blade. He briefly looked down to Holly, who surprisingly didn’t make any kind of signal that she wanted to run. Time was ticking down and the Hitman definitely did not fancy a walk down to the Police precinct. He couldn’t dash [i]with[/] Holly and it was entirely possible that she’d fight him off if Rabbit tried to grab her. Down to his left, there was a possible escape route down the alley. He could make it to the rooftops fairly easily but it would leave Holly behind.

"Face down, on the ground!" Samantha yelled at the girl. She didn't like pointing a gun at a kid. Even if said kid was setting off all kids of alarms with her helmet's facial recognition software. Still at least her target was co-operating.

"Hands off the weapon and away from the girl!" Briars was shouting at the strangely masked figure. "This is your last warning."

Rabbit looked between Holly and the Police as he took a couple of steps backwards. Seemed like they were protecting Holly from him, which made sense. There’s no way to tell what exactly has been reported to the Fuzz. Rabbit backed away towards the alley, looking over his shoulder before making his move. While they couldn’t see the smirk behind his helmet, Rabbit gave the police officers a mocking salute before Vector Dashing backwards down the alleyway. Getting about half way down, he began to wall hop between the buildings in an attempt to get away before any of the cops could draw a bead.

There was no turning back for Holly when Rabbit Vector Dashed away from the scene. Now, it was up to her to get herself out of the situation that she was in. With hope, all would be as simple as they had been before, and she would be able to find a way to escape once the cops relaxed themselves. She first started by obeying the officer’s instructions; even as someone who had lived on the streets for a while laying on the dirty ground was not fun, so even as she got herself down on the ground she kept her face off of it - she couldn’t do much about the smell, though. She almost reached into a pocket to try and shift her phone, which was sitting in an uncomfortable position that pressed against her thigh, but quickly realised that was a bad idea and returned her hand to a position which helped keep her head up.

A shot rang out towards the empty space that once held the officer's perp. "Shit," said Briars "I'm sorry, I just-"

"It's fine" Samantha cut her off. It wasn't like they had much hope of catching a speed gamma. "Call in to the precinct and let then know what happened. I'll bag and tag the kid."

After a nod in agreement from her partner, Samantha approached the girl, keeping her weapon drawn until she was close enough to straddle her legs and snap cuffs on. “Holly Farstel.” She read the name off the inner display on her helmet “I’m guessing you know your rights?”

Rather than wait for a response, she pulled the girl up from the ground and began to lead her back towards the squad-car.

Shit, Holly thought to herself. They clearly knew who she was right off the bat, and that made things much harder for herself. She tucked a hand inside of her hoodie’s sleeve, trying to find a thin pick she kept in there. She barely had her fingertips on it before she was pulled off of the ground, accidentally pushing it further up her sleeve where she couldn’t grab it without looking ridiculously conspicuous. She was forced to resort to sympathy tricks. That, and she could try and say she was forced to work for Rabbit all along. It was a stretch, but she had to try and garner some slack.

“I’ve heard them before,” Holly said truthfully. “But thank you for getting me away from him. The phones are in my bag, he forced me to take them, you can have them,” she added, trying to add a touch of panic to her voice.

Holly’s words gave Samatha enough pause to actually stop walking and look over the young criminal. Maybe she was getting soft, but she almost felt a glimmer of truth in the girl’s words, even if the trembling voice was laying it on rather thick.

“This doesn’t have to be difficult Farstel. You know we don’t care about the phones. Give us info on the para you were with and I’ll see what I can do for you.”

Holly hesitated. She may have been willing to lie and claim that Rabbit had been forcing her to work with him, but completely ratting him out was a different story. There was a chance that he could understand her wanting to save herself when she knew he was definitely capable of saving himself. But giving out information on him was something that couldn’t be easily reversed.

At the same time, she didn’t have that much information on him in the first place. Holly could give them what she had and hope that was enough, and still not too much to have Rabbit hate her if he found out the information came from her. At the same time, she had to stick with her backstory, that he forces people to work for him. She closed her eyes for just a moment, before saying, “You saw how fast he can move, and that he has those swords. That’s how he forces people to work for him. If you don’t, he’ll probably kill you with them, probably stab you faster than you can see it happen. He threatened me once or twice with them.”

Samantha nodded. “We already saw the damage he did. What I want is information on where to find him and who he’s working for.” She began walking them down the alleys again. “Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of time to get your story straight while we get you back to the precinct.”

Briars was waiting for them at the car, her cool composure from the confrontation gone in exchange for almost nervous-dithering. “Get her in the car” She instructed Samantha, barely sparing a glance for Holly “something’s happened, and we need to go.”

“In the car? B-But I’m innocent!” Holly states, trembling again.

A good deal more concerned with the worries of her partner than Holly’s protests, Samantha ignored her and pushed her into the car, slamming the door behind her, where the girl stared at them pleadingly through the window.

“What is it?”

With the cops now distracted with their own internal affairs, Holly made sure they were talking to each other before shifting her body so her back was turned slightly away from the officers and her arm was rubbing against the chair. She couldn’t reach into her hoodie with the handcuffs on, so she started to grind her arm against the chair, trying to move the lockpick down her sleeve so she could get at it with her fingers.

Samantha very nearly forgot about Holly as her partner informed her of the Lorne break out, along with the second apparent hack. At least this time it was localized to the Tower.

"Dan wants us back at the station?"

Briars nodded. "Captain wants you to go on air, on behalf of the police, backing up Lorne's announcement, reiterating the importance of the tests... You know."

"We're already investigating a para"

"Are we? We could just drop the girl."

Samantha squinted at the tinted window of the cab, but couldn’t see any movement inside. She rapped on the glass for good measure. "I'm not going back empty handed, we take her back for processing at least. She might even tell us something."

Briars didn't argue, and followed Samantha's suit; sliding into the drivers side and starting the engine.

Holly froze up as there was a tap on the glass. She had just managed to squeeze the lockpick into her fingertips. Pressing her face against the glass to see the reasoning behind the taps, she quickly returned to sitting upright as the cops entered the car. Fortunately, there was a little need to grind her arm against the seat any more, and she shifted the lockpick around in her fingers.

As she began to pick the cuffs, she did shift her body a little bit and make a few little sounds of worry; most of it was to cover up the clicks and sounds of metal-against-metal as she sought to unlock the cuffs. “I did nothing wrong, can’t you please just let me go?” She asks.

“Afraid not sweetheart.” Samantha had retrieved the datapad from between the seats and began searching for the Lorne broadcast, which she displayed for the back-seat captive and herself.

“Jesus” Brairs almost winced at the end “They’re really pushing this ‘save the city’ narrative aren’t they.”

Samantha looked back to Holly. “I need you to trust me that you’re safer with us than you are on the streets right now.”

Holly pushed up the pins inside of the cuffs, making a loud click sound, which she instantly tried to cover up with more whining, though legitimate whining; “But you don’t believe me! You’re going to send me to jail, or to Lorne!” She stammers out, adding a kick to the back of the seat in front of her for good measure. She realised she made a mistake in her wording instantly, and renamed all instances of ‘Lorne’ to ‘jail’ in her head. “I’m a teen, I’m not going to jail!” She stated, starting to slip the cuffs off behind her back.

Samantha was quick to pounce on the slip and exchanged a glance with her partner. “Lorne? Why would we take you to Lorne Holly?”

“I-I meant if you thought I was a Para or something! You’ll probably send me to some child correction facility or something, or jail, just don’t send me to jail, I’m innocent, please just let me go!” Holly was genuinely starting to panic. She’d fucked up hard.

Samantha let Holly finish, and gave her another moment to breath. The girl was actually frightened, from a kid with a wrap sheet like hers, was notable. Ignoring her partner’s protests, Samantha removed her helmet, to look at Holly un-obscured.
“Holly, all I want from you is to calm down, and answer my questions.”

Holly lifted her head to stare at Samantha, worry in her eyes. She made sure to keep her hands behind her back as if she still had the cuffs on, and slowly, she nodded her head. She was sure she wasn’t going to like the questions, not one bit.
“Okay,” Samantha tried to shine her best reassuring smile “We’ll start off easy. Where do you live Holly?”

Holly was thankful for the easy first question, but was still not happy. She gave a vague but truthful answer. “Anywhere.”

“Where are your parents?”

“Dead,” was the quiet response.

“Is there anyone you want us to contact for you?”

“There is nobody to contact. It’s just me.”

Samantha swallowed and did her best to remember she’d been a cop much longer than a mother. “Alright, why don’t you tell me how today started for you.”

Holly tried to hide how worried she was. She needed to make up a lie and keep with it, because the way her morning had really gone was going to ensure she was locked up for a good amount of time. So, she stuck with the story. “I woke up to a call from Rabbit saying he needed phones. He reminded me that he’d give me some money for doing it so I could at least feed myself. So, I went to the mall and stole some phones, and then met up with him. I forgot to take the chips out and he got angry with me for it, so I had to quickly take them out and break them, but I guess it was too late because you caught up with us shortly after,” Holly lied.

“What work had you done for ‘Rabbit’ before?”

“Stealing other things for him. I guess he sells them on or something,” Holly replies quickly.

“How much does he usually pay you?”

“It depends how much I steal for him, or what I’m stealing for him. He thinks that going into a mall and stealing stuff like phones and watches is easy, and doesn’t pay much for them,” Holly says, quietly. This line of questioning was starting to worry her.

“Did he ever buy bigger items off of you?”

“What do you mean by bigger items? I haven’t stolen displays or TVs before.”

“But that was all he was interested in? Stolen tech?”

“That’s all he made me do, I don’t know if he was interested in anything else,” Holly retorted. She was lying hard and it was troubling her.

“Right.” Samantha sighed and rubbed her forehead. This is what she’d traded an afternoon with her husband and son for. “Was he ever with anyone else? Where did his money come from?”

“I don’t know, okay? I don’t know! Please stop!” Holly cries out all of a sudden, separating her arms slightly in order to bring her hands to her face but quickly pressing them back together, correcting her mistake - she didn’t want them to know she had uncuffed herself. “Stop asking me questions!”

“Holly,” Samantha’s gaze flickered briefly on the girls arms. “Remember I said I wanted to help you? I can only do that if you’re completely honest with me.”

“I am being honest with you!” Holly said, straight up lying. She didn’t want to lie, but she had to save herself from prison.

Samantha didn’t respond, but remained turned in her seat, watching Holly as they pulled into the lot of the precinct.

“Where should we put her?” Asked Briars.

“I have to go see the detective. Get her into an interrogation room in the meantime.” She slipped her helmet back on. No one else needed to know she’d broken the rules. “Watch when you let her out, she isn’t cuffed anymore.”

Holly’s eyes widened as the female officer told the male one that she was uncuffed. Now that there was no use hiding it, she grabbed for the door handle, trying to pull it open fruitlessly for a few moments to try and get out before instead resorting to burying her head in her arms against the back of the seat, sobbing. She wanted out, wanted free again.

”You don’t need to interrogate me, I promise! Please let me go!” She wailed.

Samantha gave the girl a final pitying look hidden behind the mask of her helm. She really had tried. At least she hadn’t told Briars to test her; she had a feeling the results would get the girl in more trouble. As she left the car, she signaled two other officers to help her partner deal with the unsecured fugitive.

With the help of the two other officers, the wailing Holly was removed from the vehicle and moved into the main precinct building. Other than a bit of initial struggling, Holly walked her way in without much need for dragging, though she now had a new set of cuffs on. Inside, she was walked through the halls. After a rough search to make sure she had no more hidden surprises to get herself out of the room or her cuffs, the handcuffs were attached to the chair in the interrogation room and she was there to cry in terror. Usually, Holly had managed to escape by now. She suspected she had finally her match.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

The Resurgence - The Labs

@datadogie and @Sep

McKay sat at his terminal in the makeshift lab aboard the Resurgence. He wasn’t too fond of it, but it was deemed as a kind of ‘neutral’ space where individuals from the different ships could come together to do work. The problem was that most of these ships had engineers and technicians and not actual scientists. Sure there was the Blathriin-Va, and it’s race of highly evolved egotistical maniacs however they didn’t seem as willing to play ball as everyone else was. Even they seemed to be relatively stupified with their current predicament. Typically when he had a problem to face like this, as much as he hated to admit it he had a team of people.

It helped to have people to bounce his ideas off after all. He looked between the monitors he had set up, why this station had been assigned was ridiculous. The computer systems in this universe were shocking, convincing a Goa’uld Mothership to play Call of Duty would have been easier than convincing the ship to run simulations on their predicament. In the end he had determined with very little doubt that they had been brought here by an outside force, the lack of any form of consistency in their respective departures supported that theory, as did the energy signatures that each vessel radiated. Even now it could still be faintly detected on their Asgard Sensors. Right now Rodney was the only scientist in the lab, all the others had returned back to their ships or their quarters. Ronon yawned loudly in the corner, while Rodney merely shot him a look of distaste Teyla actually threw something at him, jolting him awake.

“Perhaps if you are bored, you can find something better to do with your time?”

“Like what? There’s nothing to do here. There’s no raid planned, no drills, no training. Besides-” He gave a sideglance at McKay who just scoffed.

“We’ve been here seven days Ronon. They even let us put some of our computers into their ship-” He indicated the terminal he was currently sat at. “-If they were bad guys, they would have acted by now.

Teyla put a hand on Ronons shoulder as he was about to retort. “Perhaps I can remain behind to guard Rodney and his work, and you can go spar with some of the local troopers or try out their weapons, which would be a valuable use of our time in order to gather information. Which would also give you something to do.” Ronon grunted as he stood up.

“Call me if you need me.”

The door opened as he left, and he squeezed past the engineer from the Solonis. McKay looked up at the man. He had to guess he was from either of the newcomers, as he was human and wearing a uniform he didn’t recognise. “Scientist?”

Sinclair barely turned in response to McKay’s question. It took him a few moments to realise that McKay was actually talking to him, as he was no scientist. “Oh, me?” Sinclair responds as he finally turned himself away from the screen he was examining. The way he spoke made him sound offended, but that was not the case - he was taking being called a scientist as a joke. He planted his back against the wall now behind him, barely missing the display. His eyes examined McKay with some interest. “I’m no Scientist. I think up the solution and then get my hands dirty making it work, not sit on my butt on a chair and let other people do the dirty work for me. Lieutenant-Commander Robert Sinclair, at your service.”

McKay scoffed. “Doctor Rodney McKay, expert in wormhole physics, Asgard and Ancient technology. Member of an away team and responsible for saving, oh. I don’t know how many lives as I am thrust into situations where I need to save the day with very little time to do so.” He turned away from the ‘Commander’. He was so typical military, didn’t care about the scientists until he needed them. How did he think his engines were developed? By a scientist. Now he had to admit he had taken on a more active role since joining Atlantis, but even then there was no element of a scientist doing nothing while someone else did the work for them. “If I may be so bold then Robert, what are you doing here in the lab if you don’t hold high regards to scientists? After all, I’m trying to figure out a way to get back to where we’re supposed to be, which requires an understanding of theoretical physics.” He offered the engineer a smug look as Teyla just rolled her eyes.

Sinclair gave a hearty chuckle at that. Doctor McKay was a feisty one, he’d give him that. “Alright, my good doctor, why do you think I’m here?” It was a rhetorical question, and Sinclair was asking it purely because he had already answered it. The doctor was clearly so high and mighty in his head that he had missed out on the easy answer. “I think up solutions, not just make them. And to make them, I need to be at the place where the solutions are thought up. Let’s say you think yourself up a little, I don’t know, atomic-powered Asgardian dooda, who do you think is going to have to build that for you? This man right here, and others like him.” The engineer thumped a fist against his chest to emphasise his point.

McKay laughed again, Teyla rising to keep an eye between the two men. “Yes, I suppose once I’ve built it there would need to be someone able to maintain it, after all I’m not able to always be on call. Without a solid understanding of theoretical physics, wormhole theory and a number of other sciences too long to list I don’t see why you need too-”

Teyla at this point stood up. “Perhaps you both have use, and merit.” She turned to Robert. “Though, should you be seated at the negotiations later then I recommend your first move be not to insult someone-”

Rodney chimed in. “Exactly, what gives-” She then turned her attention back to Rodney.

“-Though you of all people Rodney know the value of others in helping solve these problems. After all, we have Engineers on Atlantis.”

“Yes, we have Engineers but a lot of the scientists, myself included, know how to build the things we’re designing. It’s the whole point in having us there. I’d like to see mister engineer over there build technology able to harness energy from our own spacetime, stop a nano-virus from killing everyone, figure out how to create an artificial wormhole without the unstable vortex or a myriad of things we’re expected to do on a daily basis.” McKay was staring daggers at the man by now. “After all, the moment you have a problem who is it you go to? A scientist. Scientists may be useless in your universe buddy, but you’re not in your universe anymore.”

Sinclair was starting to get frustrated with McKay. He was no longer leaning on the wall, instead stood upright with his arms folded, a scolding glare focused on the doctor. Slipping an arm out from it’s folded position, he waved it at the room around them. “You see all this, doctor? Maybe a long, long time ago, some monkey came up with the composition of metals for the deck plating, the hull plating, even the screens on the wall, but you know who built a ship like this? An engineer with his cold, hard hands. Maybe you designed a wormhole container, a magnet to suck in energy from space, or thought up the tech for some incubator that artificially generates chicken for us to feed on, but you know who shoved the hull plates together, who made the plating by pouring some hot metals together in a shitty smeltery, and who formed the ship we stand in now? An engineer. I’d like to see your big-headed ass try to make a ship. Not design it, not sit on some cushy chair with a display in front of you tapping away at some plans, but getting a set of tools and trying to figure out where the hell you start assembling the gigantic jigsaw before you. If it weren’t for someone like me, you’d be standing in the emptiness of space, not a nice, warm room.”

Teyla rolled her eyes as she sat down. Neither was really better than the other in this scenario. McKay stood up now, leaning on the table infront of him. “Have you listened I’ve just said? I’ve had a hand in building ships. I’ve built life support systems, weapons arrays, scanners. Without scientists like me you wouldn’t have a nice warm room aboard a spaceship. You’d be standing on the ground looking up at the stars wondering how you would get there.” He gritted his teeth. “I appreciate the work of an engineer, I do but the fact that you come in here with accusations of me doing nothing but sitting on my backside while other people do the work is ridiculous. As soon as I come up with a working theory to get us home you can be sure you won’t be building it. I will. Now is there something you need? Or are you just here to test my patience? Because frankly I have more important things to be doing. If you want to insult someones skills and intelligence go back to your own ship.”

“Oh really?” Sinclair says, taking a step closer to McKay. “First off, you’re the one that wanted to speak to me, not the other way around. Second off, you’re the one that first started blabbering about how you needed an understanding of theoretical physics to be in this lab, and how you save oh so many lives. You instigated this whole argument, and you’re going to pin it on me? Oh no, you don’t get away with that. You’re the one in the wrong here, and I ain’t going home with my tail tucked between my legs,” Sinclair growls. In an impressive bout of self control, the engineer spun with great speed back to the display he had been looking at before, and went back to examining what was on the screen, though noticeable more furious than he had been before.

Rodney stood up and picked up his tablet to storm out however Teyla stood directly in front of him. Rodney rolled his eyes at her but she continued to speak. “Rodney, sit down.” She walked over to Sinclair and tapped him on the shoulder. “While it is true that Doctor McKay was out of line, you yourself are not without blame for you insulted his profession first. Perhaps it is best to concede your differences should you be looking to create a solution to this problem?” She looked between the two of them. “If you are both as smart as you say you are then you should have no problem doing so.”

Rodney sighed as he sent something to the screen Sinclair was working at from his tablet. “I’ve actually been working on this. It’s a, well. I guess you could consider it a probe. I’m working on miniaturising an Asgard hyperdrive in order to make it hyperspace capable as well as dialling the sensors up to eleven. My hope is to make it strong enough to detect any energy signatures that match our own. Frankly, I don’t know how to get us back, but if all suspicions are correct and something dragged us here then that technology has to be out in the Galaxy somewhere and we simply need to find it.”

Sinclair remained staring at his screen for a few moments after Teyla had tapped him on the shoulder, but finally, he nodded his head. “Fine. We’re both wrong for fighting eachother. Things got as heated as a reactor without proper coolant, but if we can at least work with eachother. Yes, fine.” He offered a nod of his head in thanks to Teyla, but only a shrug of his shoulders at Rodney. Spinning back around to his screen and bringing up the file that was sent from Rodney, he studied it for a few moments before yet again having to turn around. He noted to himself that perhaps he should bring a tablet of his own next time he came to the labs.

“In my eyes, whatever dragged us here, because I’m certain that something did, may not even be in this galaxy, or heck, in this universe. Whatever it was could be intergalactic or interuniversal, and reside in-between even the void and existence,” Sinclair explains. He tapped his chin with a finger.

McKay shook his head. “No no, that doesn’t make any sense.” He threw up the data of the various ships arrival. “Look. With the exception of yourself, the ‘Egg Carrier’ and UNSC ship whatever its name is. We all ended up in the same region of space going from not being in space. The deviation of our arrival points could be justified by your vessels travelling via FTL means during the moment of transfer. We weren’t randomly thrown here, we were placed and that indicates an intelligence behind it, intergalactic doesn’t make sense as from what we gather from the crew here while this universe has some differences to their own there aren’t extra-galactic threats. They don’t exist, and if that was the cause why would we be placed near the middle of the Galaxy?” He brought up a galactic map. “From what we’ve been able to determine there is a faint reading similar to that radiating from our vessels here-” He highlighted a planet labelled Coruscant. “-So far we’ve been unable to determine what it is, but for all we know it’s another ship or person. Sending probes near that system could provide us valuable information on our position here.”

“That doesn’t mean whatever dragged us here isn’t both inside and outside of the galaxy. Think of a ship entering a warp gate, if that makes sense to you. If a ship is halfway inside the warp gate and halfway outside, is the ship truly inside or outside of where the warp gate is? Do you say that the ship has left, or the ship is still there?” Sinclair says, tilting his head. “Now, an intelligence being behind dragging us here I can agree with. But it’s how it dragged us here that I’m concerned with. Not just because it managed to pull us all from so far away, but because, if the data I’ve been provided with is correct, it pulls us from different timelines. I believe that happened with the ‘Zerg’ ship and the ‘Terran’ ship, if I’m recalling those names correctly. It pulls us from a far distance away, or, or perhaps as well as, from different timelines, or perhaps alternative timelines. Here’s another question for you: What happens if we leave? Will we get pulled back here? If so, then that supports the fact there may be an intelligence behind it, but it also means that we’re targets. If it’s intelligent, then it knows it’s pulling us here, to a place we don’t belong. And that means that someone knows we’re here, and someone planned this.”

“Well, considering I’m not familiar with whatever warp gate you’re referencing, as would the ship be existent on the other side at all until it had all passed through? If not that seems like a potential failure on the technology.” Rodney noticed Teylas raised eyebrow and shook his head in order to focus on the more pressing issues. “That’s why I’m trying to design this probe to detect energy signatures that indicate interuniversal travel. Once we find the source of the intelligence that dragged us here we can figure out what it wants, and find a way back.” He pointed at all the work that had been done throughout the lab. “This is all a moot point-” He brought up the image of the probe again. “-This is a way of tracking down the disturbance so we can talk to it. Figure out what we’re supposed to do, either do it or find a way out of doing it and head home. I’m not a subscriber to this whole ‘we’re here to topple the Empire’ methodology that’s going around. From what I’ve gathered from this ship and it’s database the Empire gets toppled anyway, and they don’t have the technology to bring us here on their ship I doubt anything else flying around as a predecessor does.”

He sighed as his watch beeped. He looked at it and sighed. “Well, the meetings starting soon. Guess we better get ready to talk some more about what we’re going to do as a group.”

“Us being here might even change the Empire being toppled. Maybe with us being here, it doesn’t get toppled because we’ve interrupted something. Either way, I’m with you, I don’t care. I want to get back to my own home universe, not muddle around in this one’s issues. My home is at war, and I want to fight my war, not theirs. I can’t speak for the rest of my ship’s crew, though. Particularly not those higher in rank than me,” Sinclair explains. He wasn’t too happy about a meeting starting soon, he would rather step out of it and work on something practical rather than debate for the rest of the day on their next action. He could probably get out of it by just being quiet the whole time. “You’re right about the meeting. Let’s hope something worthwhile is discussed, yeah?”

McKay shrugged. “I’ve got a stronger feeling we’re not going to be called on until they have a problem they need to be solved, only for them to be annoyed when we don’t have an instant answer to all the problems they have going on.”

Sinclair laughed at that, turning back to his screen. “At least we can both agree on that.”

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

The Solonis

The bridge of the Solonis was a lot calmer than it had been on it's arrival to this new, unknown galaxy, but it was still quite tense. Captain Hayley Duncan believed that had to do with the bridge crew being the most experienced of the ship, and though there were many other experienced men and women aboard her ship, she knew there were a lot of inexperienced personnel, too. She already knew two individuals had both ended up in the brig for acting on their emotions, but she couldn't blame them. Hayley was as lost as the rest of them, but she couldn't act out on it, she needed to set an example.

Hayley made sure that the crew didn't have time to dwell on the fact that they were lost in space. Departmental heads were running drills, and a few sections of the ship often found themselves marked as locked down as the Marines ran drills. They had already ran two Rabbit drills, which often left the crew a little disgruntled or intrigued (or a mix of the two) as Marines ran the length of the ship in powered armour, searching for their hiding target. A pair of marines had made their way onto the bridge on one of the drills, only - to the amusement of the bridge crew - to be chased off by the Sergeant On Deck. "You really think I would let some sissy on this bridge?" He had roared, stomping after them. Holly knew that Major Stanforth was working the marines hard, but a few times had wondered if he should give them a break. She wasn't in any position to direct that, however - while she had the authority, she wasn't going to direct the marines. That was Stanforth's job.

Commander Furret and Lieutenant Clarke were both standing over the latter's station, planning out the next set of operations for the crewmen. With interest, but not to intrude upon their work, Hayley unfolded her screen and brought it in front of her to look at the current ship operations. External maintenance was on the list, and she navigated her way to the external cameras. Panning the camera and zooming in, she watched a pair of crewmen in zero-G using a tool that looked like a hair comb attached to a wrench on a panel. To her amusement, she also saw a fireteam of marines on security. The serious part of her thought that external security was a good idea when in unknown space like this, when who-knows-what could come crawling onto her hull. The non-serious part of her wondered what each and every member of that team did to get such a shitty job. The crewmen had firearms and were capable of using them, and their suits would send out an alert if something happened to them, so that in case they had a puncture or accidentally floated themselves off into space there was a chance for rescue. She knew the marines would rather be on board the ship or even helping the crewmen by moving some a hull plate instead of standing around.

A flash of light on the center of the bridge made Hayley turn to the central holotable, expecting a report. She found one wasn't needed, however; Lieutenant Allan and Second Lieutenant Knox were playing with holographic fighters. To anyone that wasn't a part of the crew it would look like they were playing games, but Hayley knew that whilst it may have been some fun for Lieutenant Allan, it was practise for Lieutenant Knox. Lilly Knox was new to her role as Flight Operations Director, and though she had experience directing shuttlecraft in her logistical role, directing fighter operations was new to her.

Hayley observed the table from the Captain's chair, watching the simulated versions of Fang and Apricot squadrons destroying a first wave of missiles headed for the Solonis and then getting into a knife-fight range dogfight with the opposing fighters. Fang and Apricot were marked as Aces with a single little dot next to each fighter, whereas the opposing fighters were novices. Hayley thought the fight was a little unbalanced; all enemy fighters were destroyed with just one damaged fighter in Apricot squadron that returned to the nest. There was a lull in the fight before more fighters came in, a couple of Aces this time in the mix. The fight was harder this time, but Hayley knew that Solonis' fighters were going to win. However, two enemy carriers then entered the fray, holographic beams stabbing out at targets and deploying fighters and bombers. There was no way Solonis' fighters would win that fight, and Lieutenant Knox looked a little upset. "That's not fair!"

"Hey, I didn't do that!" Lieutenant Allan replied. As the two battled it out not just on the table but now with words, Hayley scanned the bridge. She had a sneaking suspicion that someone on the bridge had done that. As she had seen everyone else of the senior crew was busy apart from Lieutenants McEwan and Jameson, she looked over to the pair's stations. Jameson's station had been having some trouble, and there was currently a tech buried in cable spaghetti underneath it, so that ruled her out. Hayley didn't need to see that a two-dimensional representation of the holotable was on McEwan's table to know it was him, nor the fact that he was sat backwards on his chair facing the holotable; his grin alone told the story. Olivia and Lilly figured that out quickly.

"Can you not interrupt, please?" Olivia asked, folding her arms. Lilly was glaring at Toby, clearly wanting to say something but holding herself back. Olivia entered with some more words of her own. "We don't exactly interrupt your simulations or fuck them up, do we?" She asked. Hayley knew that much was true, but only because Toby's simulations were done on his own station and two-dimensional; he only watched the results on the holotable if he had to.

"Battle isn't simple. Anything can change, and sometimes you don't win," Toby responded with a smirk. He then turned back to his own station, leaving the pair of women glancing at eachother, and then looking back at Toby with a face of disgust. Hayley was never a fan of these situations, because technically both were right. Toby was the weakest link on her bridge - he was great at his job, but he was someone who took jokes too far, and perhaps sometimes at inappropriate times. He was a bit of a troublemaker.

"Lieutenant McEwan, please don't mess with simulations in future without permission from those running them or my own permission," Captain Duncan states. That seemed to ease the expressions of the ladies, and they went back to their training. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Commander Furret turning back to whatever he was doing with Lieutenant Clarke. Commander Elliot Furret was her other problem. He was older than her, which was not surprising with Hayley being a touch young for her own position but not too uncommon. The surprising part was Furret's age gap between her being a little large, and his experience too being much broader and further than her own. Some would have thought that Commander Furret would be commanding his own cruiser by now, or perhaps the Commodore of a small flotilla if they wanted to stretch it a little. Hayley knew Furret's position was by fault of his own but by political connections, and she understand his frustration. Fortunately, he never second-guessed her, and followed orders. She knew he was watching her, however. He always was, and it worried her a little. Turning her head over to Kayla Jameson's station, Hayley addressed the technician there. "Mister Roberts, how long until the Lieutenant's station is running again?"

"About five minutes, Captain," Technician Roberts responded, not taking his eyes off of his work. Hayley was disappointed, but not by Roberts. If it took that long to fix, it took that long to fix. She didn't need to communicate with anyone in particular, and communications was being run by a junior crewman on the bridge in the meanwhile, but it still didn't make her happy. The only person she wanted to keep tabs on presently was Lieutenant-Commander Sinclair, who was presently off-ship and on board one of the other ships, the Resurgence, but she didn't want to be too nosey, either.

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Lieutenant-Commander Sinclair was in the makeshift labs of the Resurgence. As an engineer, people most likely expected him to go to Engineering and look around there rather than in the labs, but Sinclair knew that whatever was there was possibly beyond what the Solonis had or could do without a major overhaul. Plus, there was no way he'd be allowed to look into the depths of the engineering specifications, as that was a great risk - at least, he would class it as that, and any other engineer from his own galaxy would. He had know idea what those of this one thought of that in regards to security. Therefore, the labs were the best place for him to learn something new, something small that could help increase the sustainability of the ship.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Holly Farstel

Mentioned players:

@Tackytaff and @GingerBoi123

Walking with Rabbit, Holly tried to find a reason other than I don't trust you to say to Rabbit. She had already concluded that she would have trouble staying with him, especially longer term. To her, Rabbit clearly had enemies - in his line of business, it was inevitable. Families of targets, gangs of targets, the police, there was a lot that could be reasonably slotted onto that list. Whilst Holly had her own list of people that didn't like her, she knew that list would be considerably shorter than his would be. That, and Holly could easily fix relationships with the criminal factions of her shitlist; nobody refused free gifts. Hanging around with Rabbit not only reduced the amount of people she could sell stolen goods to but also put her at more risk than she normally would be.

She was also a little bit worried that a refusal of staying together with him would make him immediately turn her back around to the gang that wanted her, or even to the police. She knew people just like that, who flipped like a switch if things didn't go their way. Usually they wouldn't effect her, but Holly knew that this was one case that could if Rabbit turned out to be like that. He had risked a lot and lost an employer by saving her. If she turned away from her, he could claim her to be ungrateful. As she started to work things out in her head, Holly began to work on the phrasing and wording. She wanted things to be clean in case she ever saw him again, which she wasn't sure wanted to happen. However, none of that worked out. Holly heard words that she always feared hearing.

"MPD, Hands up and turn around!"

Holly didn't put her hands up and did not turn around. Instead, the instant the words stopped being spoken, Holly activated a Pause. There was little worry in Holly's head, as she had been faced with the MPD a few times before and had managed to flee. She always knew that one unlucky time could be her last, however. Picking cuffs was most likely in her record somewhere, so she couldn't try that one again unless she managed to do it before they checked her records. To the woman standing behind her, Holly was probably just another small-fish criminal girl.

In front of her, Holly sought out escape routes. She could try climbing pipes on the sides of the alley like she had tried with Rabbit, but the problem, wasn't super speed this time, but the prospect of getting shot in the back - nobody was going to complain about a dead street girl. What were they going to do after that, tell the orphanage that she had last slept in a few years ago? They'd probably just leave her for the rats. Running for the streets or other alleys would probably be a similar story. The only real hope in her own personal regard was that she was a kid, so whoever of MPD's finest had found her might hesitate in popping her. Holly didn't know who else was with the officer behind her, though, as she couldn't turn around while paused. For all she knew, it was a SWAT team that had been looking for Rabbit.

A risky plan slowly built into her head as she thought of Rabbit. If Rabbit didn't just kill whoever was behind her, she could use him to get out of her crimes. He was clearly the larger one here, the more adult, the more criminal of the two with his blade and obvious Para ability. She was pretty much forced into her plan, so she tried to run through it cleanly in her head. She was going to claim Rabbit was using her for his own advantage. The phones which were probably the reason why the MPD were in the alleys in the first place - damn those EID chips - could just be claimed to be what she was giving him. The Rabbit's present criminal occupation could easily fill out the reason as to why she was doing it - the threat of death. She could hopefully get out of a formal check by claiming to be a helpless victim of the criminal beside her. And if not, she would have to make up another plan on the fly.

It wasn't a good plan, but there wasn't any other plan she could act on beside hoping Rabbit killed the officers. A larger risk came with that, however: A healthy addition of murder would be added to her record. It didn't matter if Rabbit did it, she was right there with him, and would be classed as his partner in crime. Holly would rather try her plan and risk Rabbit's disapproval than a murder added to her record. She'd be hunted down in days by MPD. Plus, it would be that reason she was looking for to part ways with him.

Holly ran through the plan in her head once more, before Unpausing. Slowly raising her hands up, Holly did as she was and spun herself around to face the officer slowly. It turned out not to be one officer, but she appeared to have a partner with her. Either way, it didn't affect her plan. With her head tilted ever so slightly away from Rabbit so he wouldn't be able to see it, but still facing the woman, Holly silently mouthed the words "Help me," to the female officer, with a light shudder starting in her body. The shudder was not by her will, though - she was genuinely worried about what would happen next.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Holly Farstel and White Rabbit

Written by @datadogie and @GingerBoi123

It took a while before Holly was ready to let go of Rabbit, but she only did it when she was sure she was rid of her emotions for the moment. She never liked the idea of halting an emotional wave just for it to come back moments later and the whole cycle to start over again - she just found it frustrating. She was used to seeing gruesome and horrible things, many times having to walk past some of it as it happened right before her. It was the idea of those things happening to her that gave her the shudders.

Holly signalled the completion of her upsetedness by removing her arms from around the Rabbit. She sucked in a shaky breath through her teeth, and took a moment to stare at Rabbit. She still didn’t like him, nor did she really trust him. A side of her wanted him to go away, to leave her alone. Another part of her knew that he was, at least until she got another weapon of some sort, her only form of protection now. Holly was almost forced into having to stay with him, but she put a footnote in her head that she could ditch him at any time. She knew she wouldn’t feel any remorse over such an action.

Even so, there was a little bit of hesitation in Holly’s next set of words. She knew what she wanted to do, but she didn’t know if she could do it with him tagging along. Rabbit was to conspicious for not only the alleys and sewers but for the streets, too. Holly also had no doubt in her mind that Rabbit had his own enemies, and probably plenty more had made him an enemy in return, too. She asked, in a shaky voice nonetheless. “What now?”

Rabbit slowly stood up, turning away for a second to affix his white tie back to his neck before turning back to the young girl. You’ve really fucked it up now Rabbit… It’s not like he could just leave her like that, even though she probably wanted to never see him again. On the other hand, what else could they do? The Hitman sighed and offered a hand to Holly, offering to help her up off of the floor. ”I dunno… Maybe we should… try starting from the right foot this time?” He nervously chuckled. ”I’m the White Rabbit… or just Rabbit usually…”

Whilst a part of her mind told her not to take the hand he offered to her, Holly did it anyways - she didn’t like him, but that didn’t mean she had to be too rude. As selfish as it was, and as little as it was, a helping hand up benefitted her by getting her off of the ground, and so she’d accept it. She knew others that wouldn’t even do that, and to be fair to them, to strangers she would sometimes not do that, either.

“Well Rabbit, you already know my name,” Holly replies, trying to keep the venom out of her voice. She gave her clothes a little bit of a dusting off now that she was back on her feet. “And starting anew is a fake concept. I appreciate the gesture of starting again, but nobody ever truly forgets the past.”

Ouch. That certainly was one way to put it. Rabbit’s robotic ears drooped down a little as he rubbed the back of his neck. ”Well… guess I tried at least…” He awkwardly chuckled as he began to check either side of the alley. ”I think we lost those guys.” Rabbit noted as he began to look down at his now bloodied clothes. Well, that’s certainly going to be an issue (as if his outfit wasn’t garish enough). Rabbit then looked down into his pocket, remembering that he still got the credits for that job. The man pulled out the pack, beginning to count them up before his ears perked back up. ”Wanna spend this?” He suggested, waving the credits.

As she saw the credits, Holly became a little bit confused with herself. At first, she wanted to say yes, to indeed agree that she wanted to spend the credits and perhaps have some fun with them - she could probably even use them to buy a cheap little pistol somewhere if it was around the regular for a kidnapping, though she had no idea how much Rabbit usually charged. Even a crappy homemade pistol would be enough to ward off most people, however; nobody liked getting shot.

But on the other hand, those credits were the very cause of everything that had happened. She would have been in no danger if those credits had not been promised to the very man in front of her. She would have pawned off her stolen phones - which still rested within her backpack - for a usual fee, and continued on her days as normal; perhaps use the credits on a hotel room for the night to have a comfortable bed to sleep in, perhaps gotten herself a decent meal.

Holly eyed the credits for a few moments longer, before shaking her head. If Rabbit hadn’t changed his mind at the last moment, those credits would have resulted in her being locked away in a cage for a few nights and then transportation to the place that she would not have wanted to go, she knew that. It was the only reason she would have been picked out as a target when there were many other girls like her out there. It made her wonder how exactly she had been picked out as the target, and primarily, who ratted her out and if it was their fault.

“No,” Holly half-heartedly responded. “I don’t want anything to do with those credits. You can keep them, don’t throw them away or anything, that would make me feel worse. I don’t care if you spend them on me as long as I don’t know about it. Just don’t give them to me.” She rolled her shoulders a little, trying to relax herself a little bit. “I’m fine.”

Rabbit tilted his head before shrugging and slipping the credits away. ”Suit yourself, I guess… Offer’s there if you change your mind.” Rabbit added before leaning against the wall behind him. Well, he wasn’t going to not respect her wishes after everything he put her through but damn this felt even more difficult than getting her in the first place. ”Sooo…. What’s your thing?” He inquired, awkwardly, only then realising that he should probably be more specific. ”I mean… you’re a Para, right? Only reason they’d give you to Lorne anyways.”

“You mean you weren’t told?” Holly asks, tilting her head a little. She spoke her next thoughts aloud, “I’m surprised they wouldn’t have told you as part of your, I don’t know, tasking or whatever.” She half-expected what she said was true, and that perhaps they did tell him and it was just another attempt at conversation. She indulged in it, however, giving up at least partially on her ignorant behaviour. She needed something to take her mind off of the recent happenings, anyhow.

“I can slow everything down. At least, for me. I can boost my reaction times a lot, and see things a lot slower than everyone else because my brain computes it faster. Something like that,” Holly explained, her fingers coming up to tap at her chin as she tried to think of an example. “Oh, like your sword. It’s a high frequency one, right? I could tell because when I was looking at it when we first met, I could see it wiggling a little as it vibrated, going slowly. Was probably wiggling very quickly for you, because it’s vibrating, but I could see it as it buzzed.” She moved her hand from her chin, making it do a slow vibrating motion as a visual representation of her example. “I call it Pausing, because I kind of have to stop to use it. My reaction times are super fast when I’m Paused, but that doesn’t mean I’m fast. I’m just as fast as I normally am.”

Rabbit listened intently. His now ex employers didn’t choose to disclose this information, maybe not thinking it was necessary. He glanced down at his blade when Holly recognised its function before nodding and smirking behind the helmet. ”That’s right. It’s pretty good too. My friend made it for me, and this too.” Rabbit explained, tapping the side of his mask. Something like this Pause would be pretty useful in a lot of the situations Rabbit ends up in, which is usually because of his own ego clouding his judgement. Rabbit then unsheathed his Ninjato, twisting it around in his hand. ”This one has a High Frequency mode too. Ever used a sword?” He asked, offering the handle to Holly to let her get a closer look.

“A knife, but not a sword,” Holly replies, taking the handle and lifting the sword to get a look at it. It was lighter than she expected, but still was unfamiliar in her hands. She was far more used to a knife or a gun, something that she could easily hide or conceal, than a large sword. She knew how to use both of those that she was familiar with, too, despite not having to use them a lot. The sword was, however, past her knowledge of use. Rabbit clearly knew how to use it well, but it just seemed too big for her. Plus, if anyone else came running out with a sword, they’d be shot. They couldn’t just dash straight to their target like Rabbit could.

She voiced her thoughts to Rabbit; “Though I think a sword is a bit large and obvious if you can’t dash at your target. Plus, people’ll know you’re armed. Without dashing, the second you go for this thing or run at someone, you get shot. It’s a little useless outside of, say, a subway train or bus.” Holly tried to imagine someone using the weapon in either of those situations, and couldn’t help but think a wrong swing would probably hit a lot more people than just your target. She nodded to herself in agreement with her own assessment as she handed the handle back to Rabbit.

Rabbit considered her argument, which was true if you tried to fight people head on, but that is something that he tried to avoid as much as possible. Sure, Vector Dashing made that a hell of a lot easier but if he didn’t see the shot coming then it wouldn’t matter much. He took the Ninjato carefully and sheathed it back into its scabbard. ”That’s why I try not to get spotted in the first place.” Rabbit retorted. ”And I like the reach it gives me…” He added with a shrug. For someone so young, she had a pretty smart head about combat and stuff like that. ”You got a good judgement about those kind of things, though I guess judgement comes pretty easy with your ability, huh?”

Holly shrugs her shoulders. “Well, when Paused, I’ve noticed I become a little smarter, I look at things a bit more, I calculate my routes and my chances of actually completing a route without failing or being interrupted. I guess even though I’m not as smart as I am when Paused, some of that knowledge I get from being Paused stays.” She raised her eyebrows suddenly. “Then again, in calling myself smart, I think I’m kind of an idiot.”

She slips her backpack off of her shoulders, placing it on the ground. The four phone boxes that she had taken before were removed from her backpack, and she opened one up, moving a bit of packaging out of the way so that she could get the phone out. Holly was moving with a little bit of urgency, as she realised that she had made a mistake. “I forgot to remove the EID chip in these before I stole them. They’ll probably be tracking these as stolen since I just ran straight out the front doors and didn’t get rid of the chips afterward.”

Rabbit chuckled at what Holly said about herself before noting what she said about the chips. This kind of thing was nothing new for Rabbit. He stole plenty of phones back when he was a kid, but usually they were pickpocketed rather than straight out of a store. Rabbit crouched down and took one of the other phones, unpackaging it fairly quickly and taking out the phone. ”Well, we better get a move on.” He commented as he began to look for any crevices to pull the back casing off.

By the time Rabbit was looking for a way to pull the casing off of his phone, Holly was already in her phone. She removed the battery, and then the phone’s motherboard, flipping it over so that she could get to the other side of it there was a tiny little pin that she was looking for that stuck up slightly, and after scrutinising the motherboard a little, she looked around for a tension wrench that she usually used to pry the thing gently out of the motherboard.

It took her a moment to realise that she hadn’t actually taken out any of her tools and they were still in her pockets. With a disassembled phone in her hands, she couldn’t put down any of the exposed parts without possibly damaging them. It wasn’t something that she wasn’t used to, however; she could pry the EID chip out with her nail, it was just a little more finicky. In a couple of moments, she had the pin out, and put it on the ground - she’d step on it once they were all in a nice pile to break. She began assembling the phone again, putting together the pieces she had taken apart, and then got to work on the next phone.

Rabbit glanced over, noticing what Holly had done and tried to imitate it as best as possible. Although he managed to get to the motherboard too, the piece started becoming more finicky for himself and his larger hand. He almost got the chip out before the phone began to slip out of his hand. Luckily he managed to catch it before anything touched the floor but it was close, the motherboard itself only a millimetre away from being ruined. He nervously chuckled as he finally managed to get the chip out and place it beside the first one and began to put it back together. ”Man, I never was good with this tech shit.” He muttered idly as he slipped the phone away into Holly’s backpack.

“I don’t think I am either,” Holly replies, placing the third chip next to the other two, slipping the third phone into her bag and then starting quick work on the last phone. Speaking as she worked, she says, “I just know enough to get the job done. I pay someone to show me how to do it right, that guy gets some cash, I get myself a source of sustainable income. I sort of know how these things work, like what lots of the parts of the motherboard do, but you won’t find me in a plant manufacturing them.”

She slips the final phone into her bag, placing the final chip next to the rest. Climbing onto her feet, she slams the heel of her shoe down on the chips, crushing them all, and then twisting her foot so that she crushed them even more. Holly looks back up at Rabbit with an almost innocent shrug. “It’s how I survive. Stuff I don’t know, I can be taught, and a lot better than any school or university. Not that I’ve been to a university, or spent a lot of time in school.”

Holly begins walking, and after a moment of hesitation, waves for him to walk with her. She had no idea where she was actually going, but didn’t want to stay in the last spot that the chips were active. “In case you end up staying around me longer, if you ever want to know when I am clueless, have no plan or don’t know what to do, I’ll just be walking. Or pacing.”

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

On the wiki, a compliment section always talks about the naval personnel count unless specified elsewhere. So, a Marathon would have 1000 crew. Marines would probably be about a company sized on a Marathon due to the type of ship it is, so about 130-250.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

The sewers were a disgusting place to most people, but to people like Holly, it was a home. The only members of the police that came down to the sewers were drones, both because of the smell and because it was too dangerous for them. Holly snorted to herself at the thought; any normal guy or girl that walked the sewers would be greeted by the friendliest of criminals; so long as you didn't mess with them, they didn't mess with you. If you helped them, they helped you. The homeless in the sewers were given phones and made to be lookouts for food. If a drone came down, they'd call up, and those upstream would hide until it passed. The only time they really had to move is if they had to knock out a drone, because other units then poured into that section of the sewers to find out what happened to their precious drone. A part of the sewer was unsettled by the criminal underworld, and purposefully so; it was a hunting ground. Drones were hunted for sport and parts simultaneously. A few times, the pigs had tricked the hunters by having patrols a safe distance behind the drone, so as soon as it was knocked out the culprit would be caught, but it was irregular: even the police were smart enough to know if they pulled that trick with every drone, they'd stop catching people because they'd stop hunting drones.

Holly was getting ready to leave one of the sewer hideouts, patting herself down to make sure she had everything on her. Withdrawing her phone, she was just getting ready to take a skim of the local news when the screen changed.
"You are not alone."
Chaos ensued. Lookouts were calling to the main hideout that they had similar messages play on their phones. Someone was smashing their own phone, and someone else was walking around with a hammer, demanding everyone hand over their phones to be smashed. It was clear that they all thought they were found out. Holly wasn't sticking around, and she wasn't smashing her phone either. She slipped her phone into her pocket and quickly made her way out of the hideout and into the sewer tunnels, scrambling up the ladder to the surface. Whatever that message was, she wasn't sticking around for someone to track her down. She was going to break her phone, but before she did that she needed to find the hotspots, the places that the police currently were and weren't. Then, she was going to go phone shopping; it looked to her that there would be a market for that soon in the criminal underworld if that was happening to mobile devices.

However, it became obvious to Holly as she walked through the alleys that it wasn't the police that sent the message. There was no reason for them to do so, to give warning of an attack that they were going to perform on a criminal hideout. It could have been another fellow criminal, warning them of an attack to come soon, but they would have said more than just you are not alone. That, and if it was a fellow criminal, he would be regarded as a friend to some, but an enemy to others, to the smarter ones. A lot of people had things they didn't want to share, some of which were on their devices. If someone managed to get in like that, they would be regarded as a breach, a target to get rid of before they spread secrets. That meant it was someone else, an unknown.

Someone that Holly didn't care about. If even the homeless lookouts had gotten the message, then it clearly wasn't some special message. It wasn't for her directly, and she wasn't affiliated with that hideout gang, just stopped by every so often to give them stolen goods in exchange for cash or other tools or just to rest. It didn't effect her, so it didn't worry. To her, it looked like another justice junkie. Well, he was going to be found and arrested like the rest. And then his home, with a now arrested owner, would get broken into and his possessions looted, the rest thrown out by the landlord.

It wasn't long before Holly got an update. Police were apparently investigating a crime scene at a house somewhere not too far, but far enough for Holly to sweep a nearby small electronics store. Quickly confirming that the store was closed, she slipped her phone back into her pocket and walked her way to the electronics store. It was a store connected to a larger mall building, so all she had to do was pretend she owned the place and she'd be able to get into the back areas. The best part was that nobody would know because there were plenty of other stores attached and until she got into the back of the store she was targeting everybody would think she just came from a different store. It was easy enough unless there was an overzealous security guard standing around.

Once she arrived, everything went to plan. She carefully trailed someone that was in a staff uniform for one of the shops in the main mall area until the reached one of the doors leading into the back areas. When the employee opened the door, Holly walked in with her. "Thanks," Holly says, making it all the more seem like she was meant to be there, and closed the door behind her. "Saves me taking out my card."

"Sure thing, these cards don't work half the time anyway. Had to try my card twice there before it actually opened," the employee says, before walking off. Holly went her own way, giving friendly smiles to whoever she walked past. Holly had been to the electronics shop once before, and she knew it was either the grey door or the door next to it that lead to the back. This was where the problem was going to begin; both doors were alarmed, and if she didn't scan her nonexistent card the alarms would go off a few seconds after she opened the door. Most people didn't pay attention to the first few moments of an alarm, they were always going off as employees fumbled with their alarm fobs, it was when the alarm didn't stop that suspicions would arise.

Before she tried anything, Holly activated Pause. Everything slowed, giving her some time to think, to try and remember which room it was. She visualised the room from the last time she had been in it. Most of the phones would be locked away, but there were always a few phone boxes left out; whether it was because employees were too lazy with their underpaid jobs to lock them away or they needed to be out in case phones in the front ran out and more were needed quickly, Holly didn't know. She just knew that it was an easy catch so long as someone wasn't walking about when she left the room. After a moment of thought and trying to remember where the phones were last time, she was farily sure it was the grey door. So, she opened the first, grey door.

Luck was on her side, as she recognised the interior immediately. Quickly stepping inside, she spied four rectangular boxes with various phone brands on them. She mentally counted seconds in her head as she slipped her bag off, opening the zip and quickly lifting each of the four boxes in one-by-one; The weight of each box confirmed there was a phone in each. As she was putting in the second phone she heard the door alarm. Shovelling in the two last phones, she closed the zipper and quickly walked out of the room. Nobody was there, but she knew that would change quickly.

Holly quickly walked back the way she had come, peeking over her shoulder behind her. Just as she rounded a corner, she heard someone calling out behind her. Taking no risks, Holly broke out into a run. She only stopped as soon as she was at the door, where she opened it and quickly blended into the crowds, walking to the exit as security swarmed. In no way did Holly know she was safe, or at least, safer, until she was outside of the building, and immediately trotted into the alleys to move in the safety of the darkness.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Holly Farstel

Holly Farstel

15 | 5'3 | Gamma Two

Powers/Abilities:

Pause: Holly has the ability to overdrive her mind, boosting her reactions to the point where the world is almost stopped for her. A second for the world would be an hour for her, for example. It allows Holly to make a new, fully thought through course of action in a position where she has more information or she needs to quickly figure out a way to get out of a sticky situation. Doing this also boosts her thought processes to match, making her slightly smarter in this time.
Limited Probability Advisement and Computation: Holly can look at a course of action and calculate her probability of managing to commit to and complete that action, but cannot calculate the effectiveness of that action. A harsh but accurate example is that she can calculate how much of a chance she has to break someone’s arm, but cannot calculate if breaking the arm would put him out of the fight or if he would just keep swinging. For the effectiveness, she has to just use her own head to figure out how effective something will be.

Skills:

Escape Artist; Holly will always have a plan of escape, even in situations where everything is fine and dandy. Backing out of an awkward conversation and picking her way out of cuffs are both the same to her; she needs an out, whether that is claiming she needs to go to the bathroom and then slipping away or working out a route of escape for when the opportunity arises.
Intelligence: Holly knows when it’s time to break or if she can stay just a little longer, and has the common sense to suspect what may be around the corner without having to peek first. She doesn’t need her ability of probability advisement to know when something is a stupid idea.
Street rat: Even in places she hasn’t been before, Holly knows what a good place is to hide and a bad place. She knows the places where the cops roam little and the places that the cops keep on lockdown. She knows the druggies, she’s familiar with the gangs, and she has her badman contacts, couple human, few para. She’s street-smart.

Weaknesses:

Criminal: Though not at the status where every cop would recognise her, a cop running a check on her would probably not find an innocent girl. Because of this, Holly avoids going to the police for any reason, and tries to keep somewhat of a berth between herself and them if she sees one in the street.
Caught in a Daze: Holly can sometimes end up stuck in a daze if she is thinking too much whilst using her powers. The probability of many actions can confuse and distract her until she snaps out of it. Someone smart can stick her in a bit of a loop if she falls for it.

Brief History:

Nothing was very good in the early points of Holly’s life. She was what many would call born into the life of crime, under the parenting of a father and mother who mugged, stole and robbed for their lives. Her parents becoming criminals to survive was their choice, after refusing to go to university, to college, to schooling. Holly’s was not her choice - it was how she was raised. She knew that being a criminal was bad, was evil, but after she started committing crimes she found herself in a hole that she couldn’t dig herself out of - but didn’t necessarily want to get herself out of. What kept her onboard for slipping into homes was the fact that she could come out with phones and money, and she would get away with it. Sure, she may have been noticed once or twice on CCTV, and may have been hunted by the police (as well as competitors in the criminal business) a few times, but that was a part of the risk to her, a part of her lifestyle. There wasn’t a way out.

Holly found herself orphaned at the age of nine and placed in an orphanage after her parents were killed in a robbery gone wrong; the owner had been home, and he was not happy about the unexpected intrusion. It was often forgotten that she even lived in the orphanage by those caring for the children as she would spend long days and nights outside. As she grew up, the times that she spent away from the orphanage grew longer, until she left for good, preferring the streets to the stooges who claimed they were good at taking care of children.

From there, Holly began her criminal activities again - by thirteen, she was partaking in small crimes, such as shoplifting to keep herself alive and afloat, selling stolen bits and pieces from electronic shops to gangs to give herself a little money. She was barely touched by the gangs not because she was unique or of high stature with them, but because she was a reliable source.

It was at the age of fifteen that the top of the Tower exploded, and the already tactful Holly was given a gift to help her in her criminal ventures. Ever since the explosion, Holly found herself more calculative about situations she placed herself in, putting more planning into her moves. Finding an advantage came with a scare for her, however; she found that she could pause whilst on the run from the police. She had wondered if she had been caught for she could not move, however she realised that nothing else was moving, either. It took her some time to figure out that she was moving, just at an extremely slow pace, and even longer to figure out how to make everything move normally again. Once she had escaped and time had passed where she was not on the run, she practised controlling the power by watching birds and people, and then triggering a Pause so that she could see everyone and herself slow down. With her new abilities unlocked, she used them to further her criminal activities, and used them to her own advantage, not anyone else’s.

Sample Post

“You just sit back, alright kiddo? There ain’t nothing Ingrid don’t like more than someone interrupting a meeting, so don’t be kickin’ shit around, yeah?”

The girl took a moment to process what her friend was actually saying, but she nodded her head in the meanwhile. Holly was always amused by Alessandro’s wording, which she felt was good as if she wasn’t it would be quite hard to talk to him every time she paid a visit, or rather, he paid her for a visit to hand over whatever she had nabbed for him. As it was, he was a friend to her, and helped keep her up and afloat when she needed it.

“Holly, you gotta tell me you understand, yeah? I don’t want the boss kickin’ my ass.”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” Holly replies, holding her hands up in surrender for a moment. She wasn’t too happy that she wasn’t getting paid immediately, but Alessandro needed to get the cash from his boss to pay her this time, and his boss was going to a meeting with a dealer who operated in the gang’s area and needed to pay the racket fee. Once Holly got the cash, she was going to buy a few candy bars and then screw around in a park somewhere.

Holly and Alessandro strolled down the sidewalk together, making their way to what Alessandro claimed was the meeting place. Holly knew these streets well, and made it a mental game to try and guess which alleyway that Alessandro’s boss had picked to meet in. It always interested her in what the casual citizen would think if just off the streets a whole different world took its place in the darkness of the space between streets.

“Deputy Fatboy is out of his cage again,” Alessandro commented, nodding his head across the street. Holly couldn’t help but giggle as she looked over to the opposite side of the street. The deputy Alessandro was speaking about had all sorts of different names, all of which began with the word fat, but everyone knew who was being spoken about whenever he was brought up. Alessandro had told her that there was a betting pool within the gang on whether Deputy Fatboy was actually a deputy or just some security guard from a small office somewhere that loafed over to the donut shop every day. Holly, though an established criminal, was still learning about some stuff such as criminal culture. When Deputy Fatboy was around, there was sort of an unspoken rule that nobody does wrong, that they let the man take his donuts and go on his way. He was a treasure of the area, some had said.

With Fatboy bellowing through the door about a lack of sugar-coated donuts, Holly was not one to disagree.

“We’re here,” Alessandro said suddenly, and turned into an alleyway. Holly followed, immediately spotting the bulky man that stood within. She recognised him, having met the man a few times before, but she always felt a little unsafe around him. He creeped her out, but so far they only had a working relationship, with most activities conducted through Alessandro - Holly had no doubt that the bossman had others like Alessandro that acted as middlemen to others like herself.

“About time. Got your guns?” Bossman said, his voice booming. Alessando flashed his instantly, with Holly hesitating before showing her own. She had received it one time instead of money, by her request, from Alessandro. Holly was not confident in using it, and had never drawn it so far, but she wanted it as a safety tool, something to use if she needed to defend herself. Even then, she wasn’t sure she could shoot someone. She may ruin someone’s day by snatching their phone or wallet, but she wasn’t sure she could end a life.

It was a short walk from there to the main meeting place, where one lonely woman stood with her arms crossed and waiting. The trio approached the woman, and it was Bossman that took the lead. “Your time is up. That means you need to pay up.” He commanded, simply holding his hand out. It looked to Holly that Bossman had been through this kind of process plenty of times already, and fully expected the druggie to hand over the racket fee.

Things went to hell immediately. There was a flicker of movement from a little further down the alley, and before anyone could say or do anything about it, a shot rang out. Bossman fell instantly, and before Alessandro or Holly could get their guns out, the woman was already on top of him, stabbing and cutting him with what looked like a butcher’s knife. The screams began and then ended instantly from Bossman, and Holly held her pistol with shaking hands, not able to work up the courage to pull the trigger, and then triggered a Pause.

It was almost like a still image in front of her now. Blood halting it’s spread from Bossman’s throat and gut, the woman’s blade buried almost unmoving in Bossman’s chest. A figure down the alley holding what looked like a pistol of his own, and she saw Alessandro’s gun in her peripheral vision. Taking a little time to calm herself, she began looking for places to hide or take cover within her line of sight. Mentally, she automatically calculated her chances to reaching the positions before the gunman turned to engage her.

When she was ready, she unpaused, diving for cover behind a dumpster. Alessandro shot the woman atop Bossman, before receiving a shot to the chest, going down. Holly stared wide-eyed at Alessandro’s unmoving body as she heard footsteps creeping closer to her. She froze up, not sure what to do, barely feeling the strength to lift the pistol that she still held in her hands. Just as the footsteps landed next to her, Alessandro let out a sudden roar, lifting his own pistol to shoot the gunman three times: Holly flinched as the body dropped down next to her, and then quickly ran over to Alessandro, kneeling next to him.

“Holly, I’ll be fine. Bug out, call the guys and tell them what happened,” Alessandro says to her. Holly clutched his hand, letting a few tears drip, before wiping them away and nodding - she was confident when she wasn’t in the immediate threat of death. From where the trio had originally came from she heard sirens, and quickly got up to bolt after a whisper of goodbye to Alessandro. She ran all the way down to the end of the alley and waited there at the corner, to see who was coming. After seeing that none-other than Deputy Fatboy was running into the alley, Holly continued her escape, knowing that at least Alessandro was going to get help. She knew it wouldn’t be his first rodeo in prison.

The Tower Chapter 1: A New Dawn

Here she is!

Holly Farstel

Holly Farstel

15 | 5'3 | Gamma Two

Powers/Abilities:

Pause: Holly has the ability to overdrive her mind, boosting her reactions to the point where the world is almost stopped for her. A second for the world would be an hour for her, for example. It allows Holly to make a new, fully thought through course of action in a position where she has more information or she needs to quickly figure out a way to get out of a sticky situation. Doing this also boosts her thought processes to match, making her slightly smarter in this time.
Limited Probability Advisement and Computation: Holly can look at a course of action and calculate her probability of managing to commit to and complete that action, but cannot calculate the effectiveness of that action. A harsh but accurate example is that she can calculate how much of a chance she has to break someone’s arm, but cannot calculate if breaking the arm would put him out of the fight or if he would just keep swinging. For the effectiveness, she has to just use her own head to figure out how effective something will be.

Skills:

Escape Artist; Holly will always have a plan of escape, even in situations where everything is fine and dandy. Backing out of an awkward conversation and picking her way out of cuffs are both the same to her; she needs an out, whether that is claiming she needs to go to the bathroom and then slipping away or working out a route of escape for when the opportunity arises.
Intelligence: Holly knows when it’s time to break or if she can stay just a little longer, and has the common sense to suspect what may be around the corner without having to peek first. She doesn’t need her ability of probability advisement to know when something is a stupid idea.
Street rat: Even in places she hasn’t been before, Holly knows what a good place is to hide and a bad place. She knows the places where the cops roam little and the places that the cops keep on lockdown. She knows the druggies, she’s familiar with the gangs, and she has her badman contacts, couple human, few para. She’s street-smart.

Weaknesses:

Criminal: Though not at the status where every cop would recognise her, a cop running a check on her would probably not find an innocent girl. Because of this, Holly avoids going to the police for any reason, and tries to keep somewhat of a berth between herself and them if she sees one in the street.
Caught in a Daze: Holly can sometimes end up stuck in a daze if she is thinking too much whilst using her powers. The probability of many actions can confuse and distract her until she snaps out of it. Someone smart can stick her in a bit of a loop if she falls for it.

Brief History:

Nothing was very good in the early points of Holly’s life. She was what many would call born into the life of crime, under the parenting of a father and mother who mugged, stole and robbed for their lives. Her parents becoming criminals to survive was their choice, after refusing to go to university, to college, to schooling. Holly’s was not her choice - it was how she was raised. She knew that being a criminal was bad, was evil, but after she started committing crimes she found herself in a hole that she couldn’t dig herself out of - but didn’t necessarily want to get herself out of. What kept her onboard for slipping into homes was the fact that she could come out with phones and money, and she would get away with it. Sure, she may have been noticed once or twice on CCTV, and may have been hunted by the police (as well as competitors in the criminal business) a few times, but that was a part of the risk to her, a part of her lifestyle. There wasn’t a way out.

Holly found herself orphaned at the age of nine and placed in an orphanage after her parents were killed in a robbery gone wrong; the owner had been home, and he was not happy about the unexpected intrusion. It was often forgotten that she even lived in the orphanage by those caring for the children as she would spend long days and nights outside. As she grew up, the times that she spent away from the orphanage grew longer, until she left for good, preferring the streets to the stooges who claimed they were good at taking care of children.

From there, Holly began her criminal activities again - by thirteen, she was partaking in small crimes, such as shoplifting to keep herself alive and afloat, selling stolen bits and pieces from electronic shops to gangs to give herself a little money. She was barely touched by the gangs not because she was unique or of high stature with them, but because she was a reliable source.

It was at the age of fifteen that the top of the Tower exploded, and the already tactful Holly was given a gift to help her in her criminal ventures. Ever since the explosion, Holly found herself more calculative about situations she placed herself in, putting more planning into her moves. Finding an advantage came with a scare for her, however; she found that she could pause whilst on the run from the police. She had wondered if she had been caught for she could not move, however she realised that nothing else was moving, either. It took her some time to figure out that she was moving, just at an extremely slow pace, and even longer to figure out how to make everything move normally again. Once she had escaped and time had passed where she was not on the run, she practised controlling the power by watching birds and people, and then triggering a Pause so that she could see everyone and herself slow down. With her new abilities unlocked, she used them to further her criminal activities, and used them to her own advantage, not anyone else’s.

Sample Post

“You just sit back, alright kiddo? There ain’t nothing Ingrid don’t like more than someone interrupting a meeting, so don’t be kickin’ shit around, yeah?”

The girl took a moment to process what her friend was actually saying, but she nodded her head in the meanwhile. Holly was always amused by Alessandro’s wording, which she felt was good as if she wasn’t it would be quite hard to talk to him every time she paid a visit, or rather, he paid her for a visit to hand over whatever she had nabbed for him. As it was, he was a friend to her, and helped keep her up and afloat when she needed it.

“Holly, you gotta tell me you understand, yeah? I don’t want the boss kickin’ my ass.”

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it,” Holly replies, holding her hands up in surrender for a moment. She wasn’t too happy that she wasn’t getting paid immediately, but Alessandro needed to get the cash from his boss to pay her this time, and his boss was going to a meeting with a dealer who operated in the gang’s area and needed to pay the racket fee. Once Holly got the cash, she was going to buy a few candy bars and then screw around in a park somewhere.

Holly and Alessandro strolled down the sidewalk together, making their way to what Alessandro claimed was the meeting place. Holly knew these streets well, and made it a mental game to try and guess which alleyway that Alessandro’s boss had picked to meet in. It always interested her in what the casual citizen would think if just off the streets a whole different world took its place in the darkness of the space between streets.

“Deputy Fatboy is out of his cage again,” Alessandro commented, nodding his head across the street. Holly couldn’t help but giggle as she looked over to the opposite side of the street. The deputy Alessandro was speaking about had all sorts of different names, all of which began with the word fat, but everyone knew who was being spoken about whenever he was brought up. Alessandro had told her that there was a betting pool within the gang on whether Deputy Fatboy was actually a deputy or just some security guard from a small office somewhere that loafed over to the donut shop every day. Holly, though an established criminal, was still learning about some stuff such as criminal culture. When Deputy Fatboy was around, there was sort of an unspoken rule that nobody does wrong, that they let the man take his donuts and go on his way. He was a treasure of the area, some had said.

With Fatboy bellowing through the door about a lack of sugar-coated donuts, Holly was not one to disagree.

“We’re here,” Alessandro said suddenly, and turned into an alleyway. Holly followed, immediately spotting the bulky man that stood within. She recognised him, having met the man a few times before, but she always felt a little unsafe around him. He creeped her out, but so far they only had a working relationship, with most activities conducted through Alessandro - Holly had no doubt that the bossman had others like Alessandro that acted as middlemen to others like herself.

“About time. Got your guns?” Bossman said, his voice booming. Alessando flashed his instantly, with Holly hesitating before showing her own. She had received it one time instead of money, by her request, from Alessandro. Holly was not confident in using it, and had never drawn it so far, but she wanted it as a safety tool, something to use if she needed to defend herself. Even then, she wasn’t sure she could shoot someone. She may ruin someone’s day by snatching their phone or wallet, but she wasn’t sure she could end a life.

It was a short walk from there to the main meeting place, where one lonely woman stood with her arms crossed and waiting. The trio approached the woman, and it was Bossman that took the lead. “Your time is up. That means you need to pay up.” He commanded, simply holding his hand out. It looked to Holly that Bossman had been through this kind of process plenty of times already, and fully expected the druggie to hand over the racket fee.

Things went to hell immediately. There was a flicker of movement from a little further down the alley, and before anyone could say or do anything about it, a shot rang out. Bossman fell instantly, and before Alessandro or Holly could get their guns out, the woman was already on top of him, stabbing and cutting him with what looked like a butcher’s knife. The screams began and then ended instantly from Bossman, and Holly held her pistol with shaking hands, not able to work up the courage to pull the trigger, and then triggered a Pause.

It was almost like a still image in front of her now. Blood halting it’s spread from Bossman’s throat and gut, the woman’s blade buried almost unmoving in Bossman’s chest. A figure down the alley holding what looked like a pistol of his own, and she saw Alessandro’s gun in her peripheral vision. Taking a little time to calm herself, she began looking for places to hide or take cover within her line of sight. Mentally, she automatically calculated her chances to reaching the positions before the gunman turned to engage her.

When she was ready, she unpaused, diving for cover behind a dumpster. Alessandro shot the woman atop Bossman, before receiving a shot to the chest, going down. Holly stared wide-eyed at Alessandro’s unmoving body as she heard footsteps creeping closer to her. She froze up, not sure what to do, barely feeling the strength to lift the pistol that she still held in her hands. Just as the footsteps landed next to her, Alessandro let out a sudden roar, lifting his own pistol to shoot the gunman three times: Holly flinched as the body dropped down next to her, and then quickly ran over to Alessandro, kneeling next to him.

“Holly, I’ll be fine. Bug out, call the guys and tell them what happened,” Alessandro says to her. Holly clutched his hand, letting a few tears drip, before wiping them away and nodding - she was confident when she wasn’t in the immediate threat of death. From where the trio had originally came from she heard sirens, and quickly got up to bolt after a whisper of goodbye to Alessandro. She ran all the way down to the end of the alley and waited there at the corner, to see who was coming. After seeing that none-other than Deputy Fatboy was running into the alley, Holly continued her escape, knowing that at least Alessandro was going to get help. She knew it wouldn’t be his first rodeo in prison.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

Here's the new baby girl.

The Solonis

Name of Ship: The Solonis
Home Universe/Name of Franchise: Sins of a Solar Empire
Ship Class: Kol Battleship
Role: A direct-action frontline battleship.
Physical Description/Image:
Physical Size (roughly): One kilometer in length
Armament/Complement (roughly):
4x Heavy beams.
Many autocannon hardpoints.
Many laser cannon hardpoints.
Many flak guns on the hull.
Heavy Gauss-Railgun.
Two squadrons of fighters.

History of the Ship:
The Solonis was a ship heavily involved in fighting against the Advent as well as the Vasari. Responsible for many kills on not only frigates and cruisers but credited with the elimination of a few enemy capital ships as well. The Solonis was frequently deployed in both a battlegroup as well as on it’s own in various duties.

Things almost went south for the Solonis whilst it was deployed on the border of TEC space. A battlegroup was due to come through, and Solonis was to link up with them to start a push into Vasari space, however the battlegroup didn’t arrive on time, with the Solonis being informed that it was going to be late. It was then that a Vasari Vorastra Titan appeared in the system, causing a panic on the lonely Solonis. Solonis’ shields came under heavy fire as the Vorastra micro-jumped behind it, and the Solonis’ crew triggered an early phase jump, wishing to bear the risk rather than die to the Vorastra. However, when they jumped, it didn’t end as early as it should have. Instead, it kept going, to the point where Solonis’ crew knew they were nowhere near where they were before.

Notable Crew:
Captain Hayley Duncan (Captain)
Commander Elliot Furret (Executive Officer)
Major Magnus Stanforth (Marine CO)
Lieutenant-Commander Robert Sinclair (Engineering Lead)
Lieutenant Stuart Clarke (Operations Officer)
Lieutenant Toby McEwan (Weapons Officer)
Lieutenant Olivia Allan (Navigation Officer)
Lieutenant Kayla Jameson (Communications Officer)
Second Lieutenant Lilly Knox (Logistical Officer and Flight Operations Director)

Unique Technology:
Heavy Gauss-Railgun; The main railgun of the Solonis fires a slug with a boost from the antimatter reactor, and infuses the slug with a core that slips straight past shields and strikes the hull of it’s target.
Crew Size: 2000, including standard crew, small craft crew and marines.
Faction/Operator/Owner: Trader Emergency Coalition (TEC)