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Myriad Reality

<Snipped quote by ZAVAZggg>

How would you like to interact?

@Webmaster

Currently just waiting for the whole cube I sent to Nemid's realm thing to carry on again. Other than that, if I really want to interact more, I'll put Cyrox or Fenris somewhere.

Myriad Reality

Meanwhile I'm just watching.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

Alastor stepped inside, pulling the door shut as he went. Following Andy through the hallways, and stopped a few feet away from him as the man turned to face him.

"Well," the Laizu began, leaning on his cane. "I doubt you'd be able to understand much of what I need to do, or plan on doing, so I'll check out my... bed, first."

Tucking the cane up under his arm, the Umbral Lord let his gaze wander around the room pensively for a bit, before shifting it back towards Andy.

"Where is it by the way?"

Myriad Reality

*Watches the current plane from Outside, obsidian orb in hand*

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

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Location: Raygon - Immigrations Port 07

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Issoth winced slightly as a sea of lights finally pierced the cloud cover surrounding his gunship, signaling their arrival on Raygon, one of the largest human hives in the core. Transmitting a landing request to the proper authorities, the two Adjudicators made their way down towards the surface-or the outer layer of artificial construction that served as its new surface anyway-deftly weaving through the congested airways filled with the hulking frames of various vehicles and transports. Each ferrying either people or commodities to various parts of the planet. Moving downwards even further, the pair eventually found the place they'd been instructed to dock at. It was a rather small steel box hanger in which multiple ships were packed side by side in rows, supported by interior and exterior reinforced steel beams and flanked by a series of green light strips emitting short bursts one after the other to mark the main entryway to one of Raygon's many cramped immigration ports.

Issoth shook his head at the sheer volume of traffic occurring within the port, wondering just why the person who designed the city thought it prudent to have such tiny ports for foreigners to dock and be processed at. Not to mention taxed to high hell in certain cases. Granted he didn't know the first thing about managing a city himself-especially not one that was planet wide-but that didn't get rid of the fact that it all seemed so... inefficient. Still, to each their own, he supposed. If people liked living in a place that took their money as fast as they had earned it, then who was he to judge?

Shrugging internally, he turned his attention back towards finding an empty spot in the sea of metal. A few agonizing minutes later, and Issoth managed to find two spaces, he and Qell just barely beating a large cargo ship. The owner of which started to curse them out from within the safety of their rickety vehicles, only to fall silent a few seconds later as the two Enforcer's stepped out of their respective ships, revealing themselves fully. Upon seeing their armor, the pilot-a rather lithe man with scraggly hair-seemed to pale before swiftly pulling away to find another, seemingly less dangerous spot to park. Issoth let out a brief chuckle as he went back inside his ship and pulled out Ralor's corpse, which had been wrapped up in black body bag as he'd predicted and placed onto a gurney of sorts that operated on anti-grav lifts rather than normal wheels, carefully maneuvering it to the hanger outside after making sure his ship was secure. Even after all these years he wasn't quite used to how people treated those within the organization. It was an odd reaction that mostly bordered on varying degrees of fear or defiance, with most leaning towards shitting themselves, while others like Ralor stood tall with both fingers raised in grand gestures of defiance to the Arbiter's wills.

All things considered though, it wasn't that bad of a response. Least it let him have a clear line dividing who to track down and beat the shit out of, or eliminate in certain cases, and who to leave to their own devices. Course the politicians and leaders of the various factions inhabiting the cluster, that's where things got blurry, and at times he wondered just how the Arbiters managed to avoid going insane from dealing with them all...

"Hey daydreamer," Qell said, her modulated voice breaking his train of thought. "You coming or what? We have a dead gang leader to deliver remember? Plus, staring off into nothingness with a corpse isn't exactly a "good look" as the humans say."

He blinked, though the action went unnoticed due to the suit. "Sorry," he said, getting in a position to transport the deceased convict. "Was busy thinking."

She chortled, "I noticed. Anyway let's get a move on. Our clients and the Adjudicator dealing with them won't wait around all day."

Issoth gave a quick nod, and the two Aelon began the long trek through the rows upon rows of vehicles packed together like sardines in a can, eventually coming to the back of one of the many snakelike lines that stretched out from the five main access points standing between them and the consumerist dream of a world beyond. Slowly moving along, they received more than their fair share of concerned glances from nearby bystanders, and more than a few odd looks from the onsite security-privatized of course, like almost everything else in the massive planet city-which were quickly redirected once the onlookers had fully comprehended what they were looking at.

The two Aelon remained impassive, however, most of their focus was currently being directed towards staving off crippling boredom as the people in front of them slowly shuffled along, each one being thoroughly processed and logged after paying a disconcertingly flexible entry fee.

"Huh. Suppose they're not as inept as I thought," Issoth mused, watching the checkpoints with mild interest. "Still, considering the state of perpetual flux the city seems to be in on a daily basis, that's not saying much..."

A few minutes pass.

Then, an hour.

And after what seems like an eternity, the pair finally arrive at their lines checkpoint.

"Please state your identities and the purpose of your..." the woman manning the checkpoint began, gradually trailing off as she caught sight of the body bag. Eventually she regained her composure, restating her previous query. "Please state your identities and the purpose of your visit today."

"Enforcer's Issoth and Qell," Issoth remarked casually, gesturing to himself and Qell. "Returning from the find and capture of a rather... uncooperative target."

He jerks a thumb in the direction of the corpse.

"I... see," the woman replied, turning back to the terminal off to her left and entering some info.

A few seconds later the console emitted a pleasant chime as a section of the display flashed green.

"Looks like everything's in order Adjudicators," she said, shifting her attention back to them. "Good luck with your..." She casts an uncertain look at the body bag. "Case."

Issoth inclined his head in acknowledgement, before positioning himself behind the gurney once again, pushing it through the checkpoint and out into the crowded walkways beyond, Qell following close behind.

From there they made their way into the city proper. A place where lives could be made and destroyed in the blink of an eye. A place where fortunes were slowly leeched away from all sides by profit hungry corporations and street level con artists. A place where one could find every vice and virtue imaginable.

Even if one ignored all of that and the sea of beggars lining the streets, or the blast of advertisements as offensive to the ear as radio static, thundering between the towering buildings like shockwaves, Raygon was still a very unique experience.

Vrenorza

Here's a class. Will add more later.


Class name: Quaeren.
Main weapon: Varies.
General skill set: Varies.
Difficulty level: Intermediate. Can't just have any fool running around gathering knowledge after all. (For specifics, look at the sect itself on the main guild sheet).
Usage in battle: Varies. Not all Quaeren are as skilled as others in different forms of combat.
Any other information you can provide: (See their section on the main sheet).

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

@ZAVAZggg Depends on you really, there's still time to retcon it :P

@Sigma

Eh, think I'll leave it. What's done is done, and Ralor has fulfilled his purpose of providing an introduction to the Adjudicators and their Enforcers.

Strange Arrivals (A ZAVAZggg & Calle Roleplay)

Alastor examined the metal contraption he was currently standing in, as it made its way up to the third floor. It was a rather rickety looking thing if he were being honest, and not something he would have ever thought up in a million years. Mainly due to the fact that in his home dimension they didn't need such crude contraptions. Still, he supposed such a device would have been a miracle to the primitive bipeds who first saw its creation and then use. The Umbral Lord couldn't see it in quite the same light himself, however.

He supposed it wasn't entirely worthless though. At least it was getting them were they needed to be, and in relative safety at that. Granted the slight jostling of the object and occasional rumble that reverberated throughout its frame made Alastor somewhat uncomfortable, but he'd manage to endure the ascent well enough, or as well as could be expected from a creature like him anyway.

Eden(Small-scale Space NRP)

Just realized I could have had Issoth and Qell use their guns stun functions on Ralor.

Oh well, too late now.

Star Wars - Galaxies at War[MULTIVERSE SPACESHIP RP]

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Aboard The Va

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Yiithren listened to Caldwell's message intently, pondering whether or not to join the whatever craft are going to aid the Aegis, or to stay behind and help defend the factory. Both were equally important, as without the factory they wouldn't be able to construct the proper facilities and reinforce their current fleet, but with the Aegis where it was, they risked losing a hell of a lot of firepower. Not to mention the life of his chief engineer as well.

"Your orders sir?" Kurqruik asked, turning towards him.

He glanced over at her, still deliberating, before finally coming to a decision.

"Ready the jump drive," he said, leaning back in his seat as Kurqruik walked over to a nearby wall console and had four members of the crew reassigned. "Lathoor, plug in the coordinates."

"Already on it," he replied, his appendages becoming a blur as he entered in the location to his station.

"Everyone else strap in and be ready for an engagement when we arrive. I don't want the Empire taking us by surprise," Yiithren warned as the crew slowly got everything ready. After a few more minutes of preparation, the drive was finally ready, and the crew prepped for combat.

"Ready to jump on your command," Kurqruik said.

Yiithren nodded. "Good. Now lets go make sure our engineer doesn't get himself killed. Initiate jump on my mark."

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

"Mark."