Flynn

Justice among the stars

The hour passes in near silence, only the humming of ships engines disturbing it. Suddenly shouting and curse words can be heard coming from Aidans room. Although muffled by the walls, his words can still be heard clearly. "You stupid fool! Why'd you do that... It is written clear as day, even here by yourself! And yet you still make the stupid mistake!" A harsh sound can be heard. Some dull object hitting metal. The door glides open and Aidan steps out of his room, a thunderous look on his face.

He walks up to the pilot chair, pays no attention to Val and sits down. The timer, only 10 seconds left on it, begins to make an alarming sound. "Yes, yes. I can see it. We're there. Leaving the H.T.R.^* in 3... 2... 1... Mark." The view in the cockpit flashes white for a second before turning black once more. Well, not completely black. Most of the view is obstructed by another Beacon. Of to the side can be seen some smaller space stations, none as large as those on the Sol System.

A message appears on one of the screens in the cockpit of the Invictus. It reads 'Welcome to Sector DB-291. Please refrain from nearing the coordinates 281.12893.4123. If you are found within a 10.000 kilometer range, you will be detained. Thank you for your cooperation.' Aidan steers the ship away from the cluster of space stations and the Beacon. "And guess which coordinates we are going to." He types in the coordinates, puts on the automatic pilot and stands up, walking to a lever on the wall. "This lever will turn on our Inquisitorial tracking code. It basically refrains the automatic defenses from shooting us down. I usually keep it off as to not attract to much attention to the Invictus."

(( ^*Hyperspace Travelling Route))

Planet of Shadows

OH yeah. I was thinking the video feed was through my helmet. D'ohhhh. I'll change that in a bit then. Thanks for reminding me xD

The Inquisitors Path

The last piece of egg just disappears into Septus his mouth. He chews on it for a bit before swallowing and focusing his attention to Rickard. "Good morning to you too. I'm going to assume you slept well?" Septus raises his hand and points at Rickard. The bartender quickly brings some breakfast for Rickard. "I am keeping another journal about this mission. Just like other dangerous missions we do. You never know what might happen to us, and it's useful for people to find it and know." He shrugs, picks up the journal and puts it back on his belt.

After Rickard finishes his breakfast, the two man head outside, saddling their horses. It was a short ride to the small village where they would meet their contact. They just had to make up for lost time, so the horses had to put quite some speed behind it. Luckily the two man aren't disturbed on their journey. No bandits or problems with the horses, makes the day almost a bit boring. By the time the man arrive at the village they were meant to go to, the sun is already halfway down again.

Justice among the stars

Aidan points at a screen, showing two icons of rockets. "Deepcore charges. Every Inquisitors personal ship are outfitted with a maximum of two. You place these bad boys on a flat surface, and they will drill down into the core of the planet. There it will detonate with such force that the entire planet goes BOOM! A messy, but sometimes necessary action."

Aidan turns the chair 180 degrees around and gets up. "I will be in my bunk. I got some... reading to do." He gets out the journal from under his robes and shows it to Val. "Try to enjoy yourself in that hour. If you have questions about something, just knock on the door." He walks off into the hallway, enters his own room and closes the door.

Planet of Shadows

He hangs his head and shakes hit. "Can't look. Can't remake the helmet I think. She isn't there anymore?" He looks back up at Rickard and gets up, a groan escaping from his mouth. "We have to check. She might just be hiding." He looks at his wrist and frowns. "Yeah... I can just recreate a protective suit with the Enites that are left. Nothing fancy, but maybe it'll be enough to support my nearly broken body."

Flynn coughs and pushes a button on the watch. The Enites start pouring out of his backpack and slowly materialize his suit around him, minus the helmet. "That's a bit better I suppose. Still hurts like a beast though. Come on, let's go." Flynn starts to walk towards one of the hallways, notices his leg hurts and begins to hobble to ease the pain.

The Odyssey Expedition (Sci-fi/Futuristic RP)

@LostSamurai seems to have disappeared from the forum all together :(

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

And all of a sudden everybody is back! Sorry for doubting you @Desire. Haha

Justice among the stars

Aidan detaches the Invictus from the Space Station with a few button clicks. He steers the ship towards the beacon and enters the coordinates for sector DB-291. The Beacon, looking like a large tower with a sphere in the middle of it, is constantly glowing as new ships arrive almost every second. The Invictus is just one more of the many ships, and trail of energy shoots to the Invictus, powering the engines. The ship shoots away, leaving a blue trail until it's off the radar.

In hyperspace, Aidan leans back on his chair, watching the timer tick down. An hour until they dropped out of hyperspace. Another hour to fill. He places his fingertips together and touches his mouth. "We'll make a quick planetary scan for any lifeforms first and process how many of those are humanoid. Then we land down where the concentration is the highest. If we find humans, we 'question' them. If we do not, we'll use the Particle scanner of the Invictus to see if there is any Dark God magic in play. If that's the case, we blow the planet. If the populace does not cooperate, we blow the planet. Even if the environment is just too hostile... we blow the planet. But if everything turns out fine, I'm sure we can give colonization a go." He shrugs and focuses his attention on some other terminal that shows a bunch of numbers and statistics.

Wasteland Soarers - Tales of the Dust

@User It seems that @Desire left the forum all together. I'd say, welcome aboard.

The Inquisitors Path

The cock crows as soon as the sun rises. Septus wakes up from the sound but remembers what he said last night. One more hour in this lovely bed. He turns around on his side and falls asleep once more.

Exactly one hour later Septus opens his eyes again, this time fully aware he needs to get out. He steps out of the bed, stretching his arms and yawning. Last night he tucked his armor and clothing neatly in the cupboard. With luck, it was still there too. Shaking his head at the thought he walks to the cupboard, opens it up and looks relieved to still find all his stuff there. These backwater taverns were notorious for shady owners. Some even had the gut to steal from a most holy inquisitor!

He quickly puts on his black tunic and over that his leather jacket. Strapping the shoulder guards on was always a pain to do alone, but he hated to ask the help of Rickard for something that trivial. After some time, with the help of a mirror and some slender movements he finally manages to attach them properly. He swings his sword belt over his back and puts Ultis in the scabbard. Not forgetting his parry dagger and his belt he finally finishes with pinning the Inquisitorial Seal on his chest. He looks in the mirror with some sort of smile before his hand goes to his left ear. Or at least where it used to be... One of the few visible battle scars he had. His smile turns into a frown as he picks up last thing in the cupboard. A wooden ear that could be cleverly attached to his head with some very small hooks. He attaches the ear, looks in the mirror once more... but the frown remains.

Fully dressed, Septus makes his way downstairs. The common room is filled with a couple of patrons who are enjoying their breakfast, or just chatting. Septus walks up to the bartender, asks for a breakfast of some eggs and bread and sits down at one of the tables, taking out a small journal. He also takes a small ink bottle and a feather pen out of one of his pouches. He dips the feather in the ink and starts to write in the journal.