Heat

Mass Effect: Borealis

@DearTrickster Yeah, she'd be competitive with pretty much everyone.

That song kind of fits her.

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

Awfully quiet around here. >.<

Mass Effect: Borealis

Valiss smirked as the quarian took down the wanted man, now they just needed to keep him alive and turn the scumbag in for that nice bonus. The actual job wasn't done yet, there were still slavers all around them and one more to take in alive. She had her submachine gun at the ready, then she was hit by a surge of surprise as the lights went out inside the warehouse. Darkness, it wasn't something she liked seeing while in combat.

Then the asari heard something hit the floor, bounce once before it went off. A grenade? She was not hit by shrapnel but a blinding flash which caused her to let out an unhappy groan. She closed her eyes, only seeing the piercing light caused by the grenade. She then stumbled as the bastards started firing at her position, laying down suppressing fire.

A good amount of shots hit her hard, knocking into her shields. In an almost panicked reaction she threw down a biotic shockwave in the direction from where the she heard the grenade land. She doubted whoever threw it had that amazing an arm, she would probably be able to catch them with her biotic talents. The wave rumbled as it connected, Valiss diving behind cover, her shields too low for any real attempt at retaliation.

What Are You Listening To?

Mass Effect: Borealis

Will have an IC post up tonight or tommorow.

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

The bar was filled with ideal chatter, it was filling up by the hour and soon the chatter would get much more noticeable. A waitress darted between tables, carefully balancing a tray of beer bottles with her dominant hand. She then set down that tray and removed each of the bottles from it, placing them on a table full of occupants who didn't give her so much as a smile, they were too preoccupied in their chatter.

Ray Villarreal couldn't hear their words over the sounds of bar even from his spot only several feet from the group. Music blared throughout the establishment, some classic rock radio which played only ancient songs from long dead rockstars. Ray had been watching the waitress and her work for no reason other than boredom, but it was the good kind of a boredom, the kind one was almost delighted to be dwelling in. He sat silent in a booth, a lit cigar resting on an ashtray near his muscular form. A half filled glass of whiskey next to it.

He had drawn a few glares from the patrons when he lit the ancient bundle of tobacco leaf, but no one tried to persuade him from it. Even if they did try then he would have ignored them, he was the only one inhaling the toxic fumes, he wasn't blowing it in anyone's faces or lighting the drapes on fire. He rose the Cuban creation to his lips and inhaled it, the end flames lighting as he did so, almost in sync the next song on the radio station came on. One of the patrons loudly requested that the barkeep 'turn that shit up'.

It's a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair

Ray's eyes drifted back to the waitress, one of the men she had just served had planted a hand on her backside which drew a glare from the girl. The customer smirked at her with a drunken smile, he removed his hand from her and brought it to the bottle she had placed down for him. With that she moved back towards the bar, the bartender already reading more orders, a light brown stain on his otherwise clean apron. Ray pulled the cigar from his mouth and dabbed it over the ashtray as he did so the bar's doors came open. A single man entered the building, a dark blue monkey suit on him, sunglasses covering his eyes, a black briefcase in his right hand. This was Ray's contact.

Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go

The man approached Ray's booth, he regarded Ray with a simply nod which was returned. No smile, no laugh, not even a handshake. The stranger loudly glanced downwards at the opposite side of the booth where Ray's size 12 boots currently occupied the seat. With a long blink he put his feet down, the man wiped off the seat before he sat in it, waving away the smoke from the cigar as he took a seat. An electric guitar blared over the radio as words were spoken.

"He heard what you did. He was very pleased to see that it went off with a hitch." Ray's contact said quietly, just loud enough for Ray to hear. He was speaking of a Ray's previous work of wiping a pathetic drug dealer off the red planet. The man began to move the briefcase onto the table but was stopped by a boot striking him in the shin.

"Never hand a briefcase over in public like that, place it under the table and leave it." Ray replied, his words stern, his gesture surprising the man. But he did as was requested, it would have been an idiotic move to openly hand over the payment in front of many wandering eyes. He always assumed at least one person in any of these establishments was a narc.

"Now, tell him if he needs me again then he knows how to contact me. My price only increases with more work, but I'm sure he'd understand." Ray added as he grasped the cigar once more, his eyes drifting back towards the waitress, a smirk on his own face as he put his foot around the briefcase. The man who had dropped it off left without another noise. The song hit its climax as he stepped back out of the door.

Is there life on Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaars?

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

Hmm, gotta figure out an IC post now...

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

*Pokes @Rtron with a stick.*

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 22:00-22:03 GST|~
~|Vivithe, Sith Quarters (Common room)|~

The Sith lord strolled through the halls of the Sith sector alone, she needed no guards here, she really didn't need guards anywhere with her status. She only brought them along with her when she went into the Jedi cells, if she were to go in by herself then the Jedi might believe her deceiving appearance meant she wasn't strong. Then maybe they would try to jump her and see how badly they had screwed up with their misconceptions.

In both of her hands clenched tightly were a pair of training lightsabers, her own real weapon sat on her belt hidden from sight. The faux weapons were a necessity for today's planned dealings with the recently turned Nazca. She didn't want to hurt the girl too badly, and if she did get hurt then it would be entirely her fault, Vivithe wasn't planning to give a crash course on combat. Nazca was not ready for anything like that, she'd need to learn how to actually hold a lightsaber first, taught like a child.

As she walked towards the Sith quarters she narrowed herself to where the new apprentice was. It was the faintest glimmer of the Force, yet rift with potential, like that of a Force sensitive that didn't know it could harness such wonder. Vivithe pinpointed the girl's location in one of the rooms, likely resting, the Sith lord took a step inside the room, the door automatically coming open.

"Hello again, Nazca, hope you're enjoying your new dwellings. Also hope that you got some rest because now you're training will begin. Come along, you have much to learn." Vivithe said, more of an order than asking like she did with the Jedi.

Crisis Mars: Evolution [Super humans on Mars]

Ray Villarreal

Name: Ray Villarreal

Alias: N/A

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance: Ray stands just under six feet tall, his frame muscular and strong like that of a top athlete. His dark brown hair is buzzed short, his face is almost never cleanly shaven, he currently sports a goatee with accompanying stubble. He tends to wear clothing that doesn't make him stick out. Black boots, dark blue jeans, a grey t shirt and a leather jacket one of his more common styles.

Abilities: Ray's only superpower is teleportation. He is only in the most basic stages with the power, able to teleport himself across a room or a few blocks away with relative ease. He is unable to do anything more than that at the current strength of his powers. The act of teleportation is near instantaneous, once he has the location in mind he is able to teleport to it. He is able to teleport through walls, though the thickness of the walls can cause him trouble. A flimsy wooden wall is easy, a military grade steel one is a different story.

If he has his hands around someone, then he is able to teleport them with him, it also applies to objects but only those he can hold in his arms or are on his person. He is still inexperienced with the power and has only teleported from and to floored areas. Teleporting onto a plane, a moving car or into the air itself is not something he has tried and might not end well.

He also retains his speed when teleporting, for example if he teleports out of a car then he still moves as quickly as the car is. It allows him to pack a huge punch but must be careful to avoid inadvertent self harm.

Stress or pain causes problems with the power, as does tiredness or sickness, if he is affected by any of these then his teleportation tends to not be perfect, he could intend to teleport one place and instead go a different one accidentally, or not even move. Using the power too much in a short span causes him headaches, the more usage the more painful they are to him. In extreme cases where he overuses the power this can lead to his death.

Skills:

• His body is in top shape from consistent exercise.
• Trained and skilled in the use of firearms, best with semiautomatic pistols.
• Ray is a talented hand to hand combatant, knowing a few forms of martial arts he learned while in the military.
• Has a tactical mind, often surveys a situation before putting himself into it.

Flaws:

• Ray is as durable as a normal human being, in fact he's entirely a normal man expect for his teleportation power.
• He has a cynical outlook, never fully trusting anyone else. All that really matters to him is himself and his own life. Not the easiest person to get along with and one with not a ton of friends.
• He's a moral nihilist, in other words he doesn't believe in morality. Morals are a societal construct, nothing is inherently wrong or right to him. He does what is right for himself. If it benefits him to do something, he'll do it.
• Ray has been known to use people, when he's done with them he tosses them aside, often faking compassion or friendship while using them. Lying comes easy to him.

Background:
Ray Villarreal was born on earth to a lower middle class family in the state of California, an only child. He didn't have a lot of money growing up, but was not dirt poor. His father was an ex marine, as was his father's father and so on. In other words, it was expected that one day Ray would become a military man. His parents fought a lot growing up, often striking each other out view from their son. His father was a very strict man, one that disciplined Ray harshly, beating him when he acted wrongly.

The young Ray was not much of a student, though he passed all of his classes, he just never cared much for school. He got in with the wrong crowd whilst in high school, partying, doing drugs, drinking, committing petty crimes. Right after finishing high school he enlisted in the Marine Corps, his father pushing him towards it, though Ray was not against it.

While in the military Ray showed talents for such a life, his father had taught him how to use a gun, that part of the training was a breeze. He fit in remarkably well with the mantra, following orders and commands, though not out of a like for them but rather to avoid the consequences of not doing so. It's too bad there was not a war going on, he would have jumped feet first into it. He did his four years of service then was honorably discharged, taking the first flight to Mars that he could, eager for new opportunities on the new world.

Ray arrived on Mars as the dissent on the world began to grow, he landed a job in security for one of the wealthy mining corporations. The occupation paid well enough and with the rising tensions he wasn't often bored while at work. For a few years he held the job until he quit it and entered the less 'official' ways of living. At first it was as a bodyguard, protecting important people against the rising tides of society, then mercenary work as violence become more common.

He didn't pick a side when the UN increased its military presence, anyone that offered him enough money he would align himself with. Ray was a freelancer to the very core, making more money than ever. He would do whatever he needed, killing, robbery, assault, all common deeds. He was passed out when the planet shook, it was unusual to him, but earthquakes were nothing out of the ordinary back home.

He thought nothing of it until he teleported for the first time, unknowingly doing it, disappearing from his apartment into the hallway just outside of it. At first Ray thought that he had been drinking too much and was just hallucinating, then he did it again, consciously. It made him happy to have such a gift, in his line of work it would fit just perfectly, though he is still learning how to use the power and has to be careful.

Sample Post:
The sounds of the city could be heard in the distance as Ray Villarreal walked down the street. A moment ago he was on the furthest outskirts of the city, a few blocks away but even now he was treading alongside the edge of New London's limits. He was in a warehouse district at the latest hours of the day, most of the workers had gone home to their families. He wasn't here for any of them, there was a wanted man he had been sent after, Jack MacAleese, some hotshot gangster who no longer found himself calling the shots. A two-bit drug dealer who thought he mattered. Ray had been tracking the man for days and narrowed down where he liked to hang out and sell his poisons.

Four figures came into his view as he popped around a fence, they hadn't noticed him moving towards them. The empty building behind them provided shade where they could commit the shadiest of deals. As Ray moved closer, in clear view of all four, one of them broke away after a handshake with another, a drug deal had just been made. Ray slowed in his walk, his eyes upon the departing man as he got into his vehicle. The three remaining criminals had their own eyes on Ray, one of them with a smile on his face. He was also the shortest one and the marked man, the two around him were his muscle, it was MacAleese.

"Can I help you, my man? Unless you're asking for directions I think you know what you're here for." MacAleese said as he flashed a cocky smile. He didn't know what Ray was actually here for.

"You made a bad deal a few weeks back, ripped off some very angry people. They want an apology and some reimbursement." Ray replied as he stopped in his step a few feet away from the group. His eyes finally leaving the departed man's vehicle as it sped off. No there would be no witnesses.

"What the hell are you talking about?" The dealer replied. One eyebrow raised, the smile evaporating.

"Carrozza, you made a deal with him, weren't truthful on your end of it. He sent me to find you and convince you." Ray said, as he locked eyes with MacAleese.

"Who are you to be making demands of me, punk? If you can't count, there's three of us and one of you," MacAleese shot back, then popped open his jacket to show that he was packing heat. His two brutes did the same, each of the with handguns. It was to be expected. "Why don't you just back off and leave, I'll forget this happened, you can tell Carrozza that same message. Back off."

"I was told you wouldn't listen to reason. I'm glad, it's more fun doing it my own way." Ray said, a smile appearing on his face before he disappeared. Making use of his recently acquired teleportation ability.

"What the fu-" MacAleese stated as the man had literally just vanished before him. Unless he was some kind of hologram, it didn't make any sense.

Still didn't when he heard the gunshot and the first of his goons dropped to the floor. He turned to find Ray behind the now dead man, his own pistol still raised as he pulled the trigger, taking out MacAleese's second companion. Holograms didn't do that. The drug dealer reached for his own piece, his hand shaking as he did so, Ray noticed the action and once more teleported, leaving the fool there with his gun raised at nothing. Then he felt someone throw a hard kick into his side from behind, right to the kidney which caused him to drop his gun.

"Let's go for a ride." Ray said from behind, taunting the marked man as he placed his hands firmly around him before they both were teleported away. MacAleese now looked down to see a grave dug in front of him, the perfect size for his body. His eyes looked around him, the freak had transported them both away from the city. There was only red dirt around them.

"Come on man, we can work something else. You don't need to do this. I can p-pay you a lot of cash if you let me go." MacAleese said as he felt the cold steel of a gun's barrel press against the back of his head.

"Not as much as it would take for me to spare you." Ray replied with another smile, then fired his pistol, the shot ringing out as MacAleese dropped dead right into his pre-dug grave. The super powered man kicked some dirt onto the corpse, not nearly enough to hide the body. He didn't care about that part, he would be gone by the time they found the dead man.

With another smirk Ray holstered his pistol then teleported once more, this time back towards the city, his head starting to ring from the usage of his powers. It wasn't anything some pills and booze couldn't fix.