Dusty

Intergalactic Space Adventurers- [ISA]

Over the communications link it sounded like all Hell broke loose between the smugglers and pirates. Gritting his teeth Jean attempted to discern the voices of his allies over the chaos. Screams and laser bolts intermingled in a rising cacophony of sound as the two sides clashed, making comprehensible conversation nearly impossible between Jean and those boarding. Swiveling his gunners chair Jean brought up a command data display, pressing a few buttons on the touch screens. He was all business in a moment and his hands flew across the board with practiced ease. “Takashi, send me th’ scans we got on th’ cruiser. I’m settin’ up a tactical overlay. Ursa’s going to need some fire support, I think we might’ve underestimated just how many pirates are nested up in there.”

Takashi looked concerned by this reasoning but flipped a switch sending the information requested to Jean’s station. A holographic image appeared levitating several inches above Jean's screen. It was a rough blue outline of the enemy ship, showing all known locations. Tiny green dots flashed in the rear, demonstrating the current positions of Ursa’s boarding team while larger red triangles showed the estimated location of the pirates engaging them. They wiggled back and forth across the hologram in what Jean could only imagine was an intense firefight. Tapping his com link Jean spoke to Ursa and her team, a hard note in his usually devil-may-fly tone. “Miz Cooper, I’ve got an estimation on th’ blackguards placement. I’m’a gonna see if I c’n thin th’ herd for ya. Y’all keep a healthy distance now and turn your helmets back on. It’s about to get chilly up in there.” Shrinking the holographic display Jean scooped the lines of blue code into his hands and fitted them right into the gunner optics and fire controls. The Ranger’s main gun shuddered, sighting on a particular spot along the pirate vessel’s hull. Flipping a few more switches Jean set the modifications Armor Piercing, Low Power, and Non-Explosive to the weapon system. He didn’t want to accidently fry any friendlies. Giving everything one last check Jean powered up the weapon and lifted the safety. “Underway.” He laughed, squeezing the trigger.

Aboard the Gorefill the would-be boarding team fell back at first at the ferocity their smuggler counterparts displayed. Two aliens went down clutching bloody wounds while their comrades attempted to rally. It soon became apparent however that one side firmly outnumbered the other. Taking up covered positions the pirates reclaimed fire superiority, hemming in on their foe. Another was felled, this time by a headshot slaying her instantly, but she was soon avenged by the suppressing fire, pinning her killer’s head down. The pirates were experienced combatants, the veterans of dozens of firefights. Not even the skilled viciousness of the likes of Ursa, Mac, or Kira could waylay them for long. Grinning they advanced, slowly, meticulously breaking down the simple defenses that kept their opponents alive. Chipping away at any breathing space still afforded to the smugglers. One pirate stalled in his shooting, drawing out an incendiary grenade.

“Cover me Cajiji.” He snarled through his gold plated teeth, his puffy fingers pressing the buttons activating the grenade. “Lookers ter me fired smuggler be on th’ menu.” He rose, his friend Cajiji releasing a particularly nasty volley towards Ursa. Pulling back his arm the pirate made ready to burn her alive when a burning red bolt of pure energy tore through time and space disintegrating him in and instant, leaving only a crispy red haze and a momentarily floating arm clutching the incendiary grenade. Cajiji looked shocked, his bulbous jaw hanging wide open as several things happened all at once.

The incendiary exploded sending purple chemical flames rippling across the assembled pirates. Three more red bolts from the Ranger’s main armament punched their way through the pirate ship’s hull and into its crew’s ranks, frying anything in their path. A mighty whoosh lifted the burning pirates off their feet as all the oxygen attempted to escape through the four fist sized holes that were now very much present. In a moment they were clogged by the bodies of the dead restoring some pressure to the compromised bay, though ice was still collecting along the walls and across the hands and toes of those still living.

All in all it caused quite a bit of chaos amongst the six remaining pirates.

Gurgling in horror they attempted to restore their fire superiority on the enemy, but with their considerable losses and the purple flames burning all around them, not to mention the growing sheet of ice it seemed a lost cause to even the most optimistic among them.

Jean held off releasing a second volley, instead pressing the transmit tab on his command station. “Yeehaw, I bet that ticked off a few of them. Tell me true Miz Ursa, ‘ow many of th’ scoundrels did I peg?”

Miraculous America

@Polaris North @Tenma Tendo Would you rather Tonya have a room of her own, or be in Alex and Bella's ward with them?

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Javi Knol

Name: Corporal Javi Knol
Species: Corellian
Age: Thirty
Rank/Title: Corporal
Role: Pilot/Support Gunner
Home World: Corellia

Appearance

Standing at an impressive six foot, seven inches tall; Javi is a giant of man with broad shoulders and a muscular build to match. He is covered from head to toe in artistic tattoos, which serve a dual purpose for Javi, one to intimidate, and two, to conceal the frostbite scars traced across his weather beaten skin. Lastly his black hair his shaved away, giving him an ominous appearance even outside of his battle armor.

Equipment:

• Modified, Light Mandalorian Armor - The durasteel armor is made of dark grey plate with crimson highlights painted along the different sections. The helm is of similar design with a slim scarlet faceplate protecting the eyes and nose. Fixed into the chest plate is a mobile life support; while the cream colored jumpsuit maintains pressure and habitability in space and toxic environments.
• T-21 Light Repeater Rifle - Mobile Power/gas pack carried on Javi's back.
• DL-18 Blaster Pistol - Holstered under armpit
• Wrist Rocket Launcher Duo Shot, fixed onto Right Gauntlet
• Datapad/Comlink - Fixed onto Left Gauntlet
• E-Tool - A rudimentary collapsible shovel, very useful in Javi's hands

Skills:

Javi Knol is a competent freighter pilot, and ground driver. His years of experience in development facilities on Corellia, aided by an innate talent in their operation grants him a level of expertise over his fellows. Conversely, Javi wields a stolen Imperial T-21 LRR rifle which he can use to devastating effect. The automatic blaster rifle is effective in mowing down entire squad size elements while practically vomiting out hundreds of laser rounds downrange. Although the weapon is large and unwieldy Javi's massive bulk is perfect for lurching the oversized firearm about in order to suppress the enemy from multiple angles. He has a knack for large scale engineering as well, especially ship repair, though it is hardly his expertise. Instead Javi focused his efforts on learning to create simple defensive fortifications, quickly. Earthworks are something of a pet project of his and Javi utilizes them to their highest degree of potential.

• Freighter/Transport Pilot
• LMG Gunner
• Ground Vehicle Operator
• Shipwright
• Fortification Engineer

Weaknesses:

Javi's skills are very one-dimensional. Although he is a talented small transport pilot he has little to answer with against light snub fighters, or assault boats. He is particularly vulnerable in space, where his phobia of the eternal vacuum haunts him as well. On the battlefield his large size and reckless manner makes him an easy mark to skilled sharpshooters amongst the enemy. Meanwhile his chosen weapon, while adept at suppressing large numbers, is vulnerable to flanking assaults, which would easily overrun Javi's position if he did not have supporting rifles. He is also weak in urban and close quarters environments, with only a DL-18 to protect himself. Also, despite his seemingly large size and immense strength, Javi is not a martial artist by any means. Against an opponent who knows what they are doing beyond the basics in hand to hand combat, Javi is remarkably easy to take down. His only defense is overpowering them through brute force.

Backstory:

An employee of the Corellian Defense Contractors Javi started off his military career as a young industry worker in the Corellian shipyards piloting the supply ships and construction craft. At the time Javi was helping to build Imperial warships, of immense size and fire capacity. He saw no wrong in this, the Empire gave him a job, and a living creating their cruisers; and as long as they didn't bother him to much he was happy to continue living just as he was. He built ships, paid his taxes, and eked out a life for himself on his home world in a boring, but content fashion.

That was until the Rebellion spies arrived. They stole something, sabotaged something, they did something that angered and terrified the Empire to no end. There was no warning. In a moment an Imperial officer gave the word and open fired on a working party where the Rebels were known to be intermingled within. The callus act was so sudden and unexpected that no one even tried to escape. They could only watch in horror as their friends were obliterated before their eyes and the Imperial guns they had mounted onto the warships were then turned on them. The Rebel spies and nearly four hundred Corellian workers were massacred that day, with only twelve survivors trapped in the carnage, concealed from the Empire's vengeful turbolasers. Among these twelve was an oxygen deprived, and furious Javi Knol.

It was several hours later before junkers attempted to scavenge from the hundreds of wrecks floating in the upper atmosphere of Corellia. There they found a frozen Javi, barely alive from a shattered life support of his depot-supplier. Miraculously the tough dog survived, albeit with slight damage in his mental capacities. Javi became angry and reckless, prone to sudden mood swings and violent tendencies. His intelligence remained, but his ability to feel empathy was nearly entirely replaced by a vicious loathing of the Empire. Once he was nursed back to health Javi left Corellia to enlist with the Rebellion. He wasn't well liked amongst the "nobler" members of the Rebellion, he was considered, and rightly so, to be more of a Saw Gerrera style resistance fighter. As a result he was shunted around quite a bit by Rebel units. His eagerness to see dead Imperials for a mere personal slight was seen as dangerous, and shortsighted. His maliciousness was apt to translate into controversial incidents, such as when Javi handed out deathsticks to, and then mowed down a line of unarmed Imperial prisoners. Alternatively Javi's only fear it seemed was the vacuum of space, and his courage on the ground was unprecedented making him a valuable frontline grunt and the Rebel Alliance recognized this. In the end he was a perfect fit for Resol Squad.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Just to be clear, you do want applications in the character tab and not the OOC?

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

A whip, a whip, a WIP

Also the discord invite expired.

javi Knol

Name: Corporal Javi Knol
Species: Corellian
Age: Thirty
Role: Pilot/Support Gunner

Appearance

Standing at an impressive six foot, seven inches tall Javi is a giant of man. Broad shouldered and muscular he is a sight to behold. He is covered in tattoos which conceal the frostbite scars traced across his weather beaten skin. His black hair his shaved away and replaced by ink, giving him an ominous appearance even outside of his battle armor.

Equipment:

• Modified, Light Mandalorian Armor - Dark grey plate with crimson highlights painted along the sections. The helm is of similar design with a slim scarlet faceplate protecting the eyes and nose. Fixed into the chest plate is a mobile life support; while the cream colored jumpsuit maintains pressure and habitability in space and toxic environments.
• T-21 Light Repeater Rifle - Mobile Power/gas pack carried on Javi's back.
• DL-18 Blaster Pistol - Holstered under armpit
• Wrist Rocket Launcher Duo Shot, fixed onto Right Gauntlet
• Datapad/Comlink - Fixed onto Left Gauntlet

Skills: Javi Knol is a competent freighter pilot, and ground vehicle operator. His years of experience in development facilities on Corellia, aided by an innate talent in their operation grants him a level of expertise over his fellows. Conversely, Javi wields a stolen Imperial T-21 LRR rifle which he can use to devastating effect. The automatic blaster rifle is effective in mowing down entire squad size elements while practically vomiting out hundreds of laser rounds downrange. Although the weapon is large and unwieldy Javi's massive bulk is perfect for lurching the oversized firearm about in order to suppress the enemy from multiple angles.

Weaknesses: Javi's skills are very one-dimensional. Although he is a talented small transport pilot he has little to answer with against light snub fighters, or assault boats. He is particularly vulnerable in space, where his phobia of the eternal vacuum haunts him as well. On the battlefield his large size and reckless manner makes him an easy mark to skilled sharpshooters amongst the enemy. Meanwhile his chosen weapon, while adept at suppressing large numbers, is vulnerable to flanking assaults, which would easily overrun Javi's position if he didn't have supporting rifles. He is also weak in urban and close quarters environments, with only a DL-18 to protect himself. Also, despite his seemingly large size and immense strength, Javi is not a martial artist by any means. Against an opponent who knows what they are doing beyond the basics in hand to hand combat, Javi is remarkably easy to take down. His only defense is overpowering them through brute force.

Backstory:

An employee of the Corellian Defense Contractors Javi started off his military career as a young industry worker in the Corellian shipyards piloting the supply ships and construction craft. At the time Javi was helping to build Imperial warships, of immense size and fire capacity. He saw no wrong in this, the Empire gave him a job, and a living creating their cruisers; and as long as they didn't bother him to much he was happy to continue living just as he was. He built ships, paid his taxes, and eked out a life for himself on his home world in a boring, but content fashion.

That was until the Rebellion spies arrived. They stole something, sabotaged something, they did something that angered and terrified the Empire to no end. There was no warning. In a moment an Imperial officer gave the word and open fired on a working party where the Rebels were known to be intermingled within. The callus act was so sudden and unexpected that no one even tried to escape. They could only watch in horror as their friends were obliterated before their eyes and the Imperial guns they had mounted onto the warships were then turned on them. The Rebel spies and nearly four hundred Corellian workers were massacred that day, with only twelve survivors trapped in the carnage, concealed from the Empire's vengeful turbolasers. Among these twelve was an oxygen deprived, and furious Javi Knol.

It was several hours later before junkers attempted to scavenge from the hundreds of wrecks floating in the upper atmosphere of Corellia. There they found a frozen Javi, barely alive from a shattered life support of his depot-supplier. Miraculously the tough dog survived, albeit with slight damage in his mental capacities. Javi became angry and reckless, prone to sudden mood swings and violent tendencies. His intelligence remained, but his ability to feel empathy was nearly entirely replaced by a vicious loathing of the Empire. Once he was nursed back to health Javi left Corellia to enlist with the Rebellion. He wasn't well liked amongst the "nobler" members of the Rebellion, he was considered, and rightly so, to be more of a Saw Gerrera style resistance fighter. As a result he was shunted around quite a bit by Rebel units. His eagerness to see dead Imperials for a mere personal slight was seen as dangerous, and shortsighted. His maliciousness was apt to translate into controversial incidents, such as when Javi handed out deathsticks to, and then mowed down a line of unarmed Imperial prisoners. Alternatively Javi's only fear it seemed was the vacuum of space, and his courage on the ground was unprecedented making him a valuable frontline grunt and the Rebel Alliance recognized this. In the end he was a perfect fit for Resol Squad.

Resol'nare - How the Mando Boys (and Girls) Won the War [Star Wars]

Am I intrigued? Yes, intrigued I am.

Miraculous America

Flashing colors and strange visons swirled through Tonya’s mind. The optical illusions danced merrily through her dreams, their voices a cacophony of sound both beautiful and chaotic. They began to spin faster and faster through her inner eye, lost memories occurring all around her, mixing with happy and terrible moments alike. Too fast for her to comprehend until the frenzied whirlwind merged into one singular image, and the familiar tenor voice of a young boy.

“Tonya, Tonya?”

Tonya’s eyes snapped open only for her to squeeze them shut again. The blinding light from the bright morning sun shone down directly upon the spot where she lay, burning her sensitive retinas. She tried again, this time cautiously, letting her eyelids slide open in a controlled fashion. She was outside, how that happened she did not know, and someone was shaking her shoulder and calling her name. Bewildered Tonya focused on the boy, clearing the blurry image until she recognized his pale face and that silly haircut and his strange eyes.

“Ed-Eddie?”

Her parched mouth creaked like a rusty gate as she tried to speak, and her brain worked even slower as it tried to formulate some rational for what was going on. Sirens blared in the background and behind Eddie’s head, Tonya could see a large poster asking people to attend a party at the Luna’s Lunar Lounge plastered on a cracked window. Instantly memories came rushing back as the floodgates were burst wide open. Reaching a hand up to her face Tonya expected to feel her mask and hood, or maybe some of the scale armor that protected her. Instead all she felt was her flushed face and brown hair. She must have passed out from the gas, and Talon must have dragged her out here, and then both of their suits must have deactivated. Tonya wasn’t sure whether she should be terrified or relived. She was quick to add two and two together, and knew there stood only one logical explanation for Eddie being out there, and not in school. She just simply didn’t know what to say to him.

Ossar rose from his hiding place behind Tonya’s hair. He was weak and in desperate need of sustenance, but he remained defiant in the defense of his master. The tiny serpent kwami frowned at Eddie, clearly disapproving of his actions. “Thou should not have returned warrior of the eagle. Daughter of Tabbet’s secret was hers to reveal alone. Thy foolishness hath cost us greatly, and placed you both in grave danger.” Around the corner a group of paramedics rushed towards Tonya, their concerned voices mingling with the other sounds. Ossar slithered back from whence he came, giving Eddie a few last words of advice. “Go now, and speak of this to no one. The finer points of the whole remain concealed. Perhaps the damage will be minimal.”

The paramedics halted beside Tonya, checking her pulse and running a preliminary inspection. Lifting the semi-conscious girl onto a stretcher they thanked Eddie for looking after her before rushing her limp form onto the nearest ambulance. The last thing Tonya remembered thinking before the doors of the truck slammed shut, was whether Eddie was angry about the way she’d yelled at him only hours before on the steps to school.

Miraculous America

Wouldn’t Rouge-Bat have been affected by the gas? He was standing right next to it when it exploded.

Miraculous America

I imagine they’ll all wake up in the hospital. In separate wards, so their identities will still be hidden.

Miraculous America

“You trapped us in here?” Serpentine cried out in shock, stumbling blindly forward until her hands rested against cold, unmoving stone. Gloves scrapping across the rock, she searched for some crevice through which they might squeeze. She knew her actions were pointless, any escape she might discover would’ve been spotted by Talon in a moment. Still she waited until she circumvented their entire enclosure before she surrendered. They were well and truly trapped, at least until Talon’s power faded and the stone crumbled like the walls of Jericho. Resting her weary body against the barrier she sighed, one ear pressed against it as she listened to the events transpiring outside. In a moment her blood ran cold.

“Rouge-Bat’s out there, and Furrita and Usagi are facing him alone.” Serpentine pounded her fists against the unyielding stone. “You – we have to help them somehow. Can’t you bring this wall down any faster?” At that moment an explosion shook the building to its foundations and purple gas seeped through the slight gap where the rock and roof met. Serpentine coughed sucking in one last lungful of stale air before she became surrounded by the sweet scented gas. She could feel it tickling her face, clogging around her nostrils and dancing off her tightly shut eyelids. One good breath and she’d be out cold. Not knowing what Talon was doing, or if he even remained awake Serpentine pounded thrice upon the wall to little effect.

“Serpentine, illusions!”

Furrita’s voice spurred Serpentine into action. Abandoning her efforts to break through the rigid barricade, she grasped the Miraculous of Deception in both hands, focusing on the first thing that popped into her muddled brain. Opening her mouth Serpentine prepared to shout, her mouth filling with the potent vapor.

“Mir-uglgh, Mir-age…”


In an instant a hundred oversized ferrets sprang into being clutching numerous styles of spray bottles. Everything from Fabreez, to Raid, and even Pinesole and Lavender chemical concoctions were held in their collective paws as they pranced and spun across the room like massive circus dogs. The oddity would have shocked even the most collected individuals, and greatly confused even those who knew how the illusions were created in the first place. Serpentine’s toxin infused brain was to blame for the six-foot tall bottle wielding mustelids, and if she could’ve seen her mistake she would’ve been extremely embarrassed. As it was Serpentine struggled to remain conscious in her prison of blindness, as the gas she inhaled began taking its toll on her body.

Outside the scurrying furry giants did their duty despite their unprecedented appearance. Snapping and spraying at the Baristriss while concealing Furrita and Usagi behind a wall of vibrant light and sound.