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Callum's eyes had lit up at the mention of a prison riot. Clearly security was not tight enough on the station, or someone had let all of the force-fields done on purpose in order to cause such an event. The latter option seemed the most likely to him. From his years in the facility he had noticed that security was not a thing which was neglected. Either way this was clearly not in the planning judging from the expressions of the Warden and Mr. White. If there was one thing he learned in his life it was that you always needed to be ready for anything.

The rioting didn't really matter to him, if he wasn't already on his way out of the prison with the team of convicts then he would be part of the riot. He'd gain control of it, someone would need to step up in such a scenario. Chaos for just chaos was pointless. He was here instead, if anything the riot only sped up his way off the space prison. The Pirate King had no fear in his eyes as they emerged from the room, White leading them as a group of inmates charged down the hallway towards them. The four guards with them had taken up positions, their shotguns at the ready. Callum's eyes were upon the female assassin first as she athletically flipped a rioter over herself without flinching. That was part of the reason she had ended up in the Stars. Then the reptilian literally tore a sizeable man to pieces in a brutal display. Thank God he was on their side.

The other prisoners were also attacked by belligerent convicts, each of them held their own and showed off impressive skills. All of them were still handcuffed, there was no time to free them or they weren't trusted enough to not run away and join the rioters. Callum moved backwards towards the wall as he closely watched the combat, the four guards were firing off their shotguns as electrified bolts burst from the weapons. He knew they weren't using live ammunition as one of the charging rioters receive several bolts to the chest and wen't down in a heap, unconscious. Two of the guards went down as rioters jumped them.

The brawl continued on as Callum stayed against a wall, he watched as the scum he had argued with before saved one of the other prisoners. Then his attention was drawn to two human rioters both eyeing him with intent. He didn't recognize either one but they must have figured out who he was, or they were just in some murderous rage. Either way it appeared he had a fight on his hands. One of them stepped ahead of the other, his head was shaved bald some tattoos that indicated him as a human supremacist doting his form. He never had any real hatred for those types, had a few in the Stars, as long as they kept their xenophobic views to themselves he didn't care. This one charged at Callum with a grunt as he tried to tackle him.

The Pirate King dashed to his side as the man slammed into the wall, rubbing his chest where he impacted against it. Callum threw a boot led kick right at the convict's head, he made contact with a splatter of blood as he broke the man's nose. He then grabbed the bald rioter and pulled him to the ground. He slammed three alternating punches into the man's face, blood leaking onto his knuckles as they hit home each time. Then his attacking was interrupted by the second rioter that had been eyeing Callum, this one threw a hard fist into the Pirate King's jaw as he fell off the grounded bald convict.

"You are going to die slowly and painfully." Callum muttered as he fell backwards, one hand rubbing his jaw where had been hit.

Before he could be hit again the ex-gang lord rushed forward as he full body tackled the one that dared to lay a finger upon him. For a brief second the two slid across the metallic floor in a heap. Callum came out on top as he put both hands around the man's neck, choking the life from him. Another punched impacted into him as the convict was not dead yet, this only served to bring up feelings of rage long forgotten in him. It had been a very long time since he killed someone with his bare hands.

He threw a punch of his own then stood up as he then threw a sharp kick to the man's midsection. With blood amounting in his mouth from the dual punches Callum stomped his foot downwards into the rioter's face with as much force as he could muster. Teeth loosened before he brought down his boot a second time, then he kept doing it even as blood pooled on the floor and onto his lower body. The man's face started to look more comparable to mush then a human head as Callum continued with the stomping. The only thing that stopped him was White yanking him away, the two locked eyes. The Pirate King quickly rubbed pieces of the rioter's face off his boot as White surveyed the situation. The other business suit dressed man was dead on the ground, his neck slit.

"Come on, keep moving, we're almost there, we fight and we die!" White exclaimed to his gathered groups of prisoners.

The finely dressed man's suit was speckled with blood, some of his own from a right hook to the face he was on the end of, as well as some of the rioters' bodily fluids. He reached towards his ankle and pulled out a compact pistol. Callum stared at the weapon as it was drawn, he was surprised the man was allowed on the station with it. White leveled it at a rioter and squeezed the trigger. A real bullet emerged from the handgun and smacked into the rioter's neck, spraying blood.

"Now, let's go!" White yelled then ran the opposite direction from where the rioter's charged from, Callum was hot on his tracks.

The chosen team of prisoners were as well. The man was full out sprinting letting the chasing rioters have no chance to catch them. The two surviving guards were in the back of the group, one was mobbed by rioters, a scream escaping his lips. The other kept moving as quickly as he could. White turned a corner, then another, the convict team still following tightly. Some of the rioters slipped on the floor as the turn was made. The other guard fell hard, then was jumped by rioters. On one side of them the Gladius could be seen out a window in all of its glory. Near it a smaller vessel was docked.

The Gladius looked like paradise to the team of prisoners, it's silver paint shining in the light of the distant star. In the hallway ahead of the group a few guards could be seen, one waving them in as the other stood near the side ready to close the door shut and lock them off from the mad rioters.

The tension was high in the air as the prisoners sprinted, some on their last legs, if they stopped running they would be dead as the mob of mad rioters was still following them. Their footsteps sounded like angry bulls charging. White was the first one through the doorway as he nearly slipped stopping himself near the guards. Then Callum came next, followed by the rest of the team. The guard by the door had already started to shut the door, the last prisoners inside had to slide underneath it. The tactic worked as the rioters were stuck on the other side, many of them denting the closed door as it was sealed tightly. The banged and screamed against it as Mr. White sheathed his pistol, they were safe for now. He let out a deep sigh, catching his breath.

"Get onboard the Gladius, get away from this prison. The coordinates and file for your first mission are already in the ship. Flip the autopilot on and get going. Also figure out who does who on the ship, there's a captain's cabin and someone will need to pilot it. You all have personalized weapons, apparel and equipment stored on the vessel." Mr. White ordered before he walked towards the other ship, he wanted off this station as badly as the criminals did. As the team of convicts flocked onto the Gladius, White entered into his ship and quickly flew away from the prison.

The interior of the Gladius was surprisingly roomy, they all entered in between the bridge and the bowels of the ship. Callum dashed towards the ship's controls then rapidly flicked buttons as he tried to figure out the autopilot. The ship then roared to life, its engines blaring on the autopilot activated and they blasted away from the space prison. He let out a sigh of his own, then tried to steady his heart-rate as they flew away from the facility. The riot was only picking up in there, it did not look good for the Warden or his guards. The rioters would have control of it, then the Feds would need to come clean it up. The thought brought a smile to his face as the Gladius entered into hyperspace, its next destination plotted.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

@POOHEAD189 Are you planning to reply or are you cool with me just GMing your char onto the ship with everyone else? (Spoiler alert)

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

That's a large collab... o.o

I'll work on a plot moving post right now. Expect it up tonight (if I don't pass out).

Also gonna be in chat while I write it, it's always so empty whenever I enter now...

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Up to yall what you want to do with your IC replies, could have your character show off their "talents" by beating up a prisoner or two. After a few I'll GM us all onto the ship and away from the prison to begin the real journey. Hehe.

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

"The catch is the explosive microchip inside of your brains. You've all had a 'routine' medical examination within the last two weeks, you all received a shot during that. It was with this operation in mind. If you 'act of line', then a switch is flipped and your head explodes like a ripe watermelon against concrete. It's a bit messy but it gets the point across." Warden Hardying said as he answered Jesse's question, and Scarleth's for Mr. White, a cruel smile on his face. The business suit wearing man gave the Warden a look, he didn't exactly want to reveal that information at this moment.

"The Warden is correct, that microchip will explode if you go out of line. But I must state that we do not want to go to that extreme, you are all skilled individuals whom we do not wish to kill unless there is no way around it. Consider it an absolute final resort," White said with a glance around the table. Callum was not the least bit surprised at the bombshell announcement, he almost expected something like that from the Feds. "As long as you do your missions to the best of your abilities when you receive them, then the topic of the microchips will never come up again."

His eyes were upon Jackal as the being entered the room, it was an impressive creature. He was glad that plenty of precautions were put in place. It was not a dumb animal, it was an intelligent being, so Mr. White gave a nod of acknowledgement as the Gorgas took his seat as the table. Callum was not that shocked by the sight of Jackal, he had heard of that species before and had seen stranger things in his travels around the galaxy.

"You won't be fighting alongside the Federation, you are a special operations team. Your existence is a secret. The explosive chips wired into each of your heads are the catch. The Federation has done its research, we highly doubt any of you would try to kill each other on your missions. You will all value your freedom too highly to do such a thing." He stated with a smirk.

"There is plenty of food on the Gladius, we have stocked enough to last you for years. There are also ot-" Mr. White's words were interrupted by an alarm loudly sounding as a red light flashed in the room. The Warden stared at the alarm, then at the device on his wrist as he receive an urgent message. Prisoner cells across the station had suddenly come open. A good old fashion prison riot was about to occur, involving many of the most dangerous beings in the galaxy.

"Mr. White, take these prisoners to the Gladius. There's an emergency situation in the facility, I fear a riot is about to occur. You four, help escort this group to the vessel, you two follow me." The Warden stated then popped of his seat as he exited the room, the guards in the room exchanging looks of surprise as two following Hardying out. Mr. White had a look of shock on his face which he exchanged with the other business suit clad man.

"These type of things always happen at the worst times. All of you, follow me, we're going to the ship, now. I highly recommend against joining the rioters, the Gladius is one of the only two ways off of this station. The Warden won't take this situation lightly. I won't either." White warned as he exited the room. Noise hit him as soon as he left it, screams, gunshots, sounds of brutal action.

The entire prison outside of the small meeting room had descended into pure chaos. Prisoners stormed out of their now unbarred cells as the force-fields keeping them inside all dissipated at the same time. Many thought they were hallucinating at such a sight. They were not, it was real. As soon as the convicts were freed they assaulted nearby guards, primitive shanks tore through their armor. Defeated bodies of dead guards laid around the cells. The prisoners also fought amongst themselves, an unlucky amount were ganged up upon for various reasons. Old feuds reignited in a time of pure chaos and prisoners who had ratted out their fellow inmates were brutally beaten.

The rest seemed to band up with themselves as they were freed from their confinement. Smiles were on all of their faces, violence was something many of them enjoyed. Guards had sprinted to the armories as they armed themselves with the emergency equipment, heavy armors, shotguns, gas grenades. Fear was in many of their minds as they were forced to defend themselves against some of the worst people in the galaxy, all of whom were very angry. Warden Hardying had dashed back towards his quarters as he frantically assessed the situation. A repeating message blared over the intercom.

"Prisoners, return to your cells immediately. Rioters will be shown no mercy."

One of the most spectacular scenes could be seen at the far end of a hallway from the meeting room. A dozen guards moved towards a cell block as prisoners prepared for a charge. The twelve guards clenched huge metallic riot shields, in each of their other hands they had ignited shock batons which glowed a shimmering blue. Above them more guards leaned over the railing as they aimed rifles loaded with shock rounds at the prisoners. The convicts had no fear in their eyes, they greatly outnumbered the guards, they stepped over the dead bodies spread around the block, others simply stomped through them.

A large tattooed man stood in front of the pack, his chest was covered in blood, anger in his blue eyes. He rose a fist and screamed a terrifying noise, the prisoners behind him followed the exclamation as they all charged towards the shielded guards. Boots smacked against the metal floor as the mob rushed the scared men, time seemed to slow as they got closer. Then they all collided, bodies sickeningly bounced like bowling balls into pins. Bones broke and fractured as the huge group clashed, one of the guards' baton shot backwards as he was trampled by the prisoners. Another one had his shield wrestled away from him. Above the guards fired into the mob, just hoping to thin them out. It was no use, there were too many outraged convicts. What had been a dozen guards quickly turned to nothing as the enraged prisoners tore them to shreds. Blood stained the floors as the prisoners advanced.

"This way, come on!" Mr. White exclaimed as watched the scene unfold with fear in the back of his mind. He had a way off this station, his ship was docked right next to the Gladius. The docks were not that far away.

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Will get a plot moving IC post up today!

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Get me the Becktionary. No, the rhyming Becktionary!

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@Aziraphale Yeah sure.

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Video was trippy but I enjoyed it. The music was okay, I wasn't a big fan of the singer's voice but the background instruments were solid.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones Roleplay. V2

House Arryn

The Vale of Arryn was quiet across its beautiful land. While struggles over the Iron throne persisted to the south, the naturally isolated eastern part of Westeros was peaceful. House Arryn, the rules of the Vale had been silent for decades, letters and ravens sent to them about affairs outside of their domain went unanswered. The lords of the Vale had their own problems, and by the Seven they were certain any ravens they sent to the south seeking aide would also go unanswered.

Sterlan Arryn watched from a window in the Eyrie, the ancient castle as sturdy and defensible as ever. A light breeze blew leaves to the ground and knocked specks of snow off the mountain tops. The young lord's eyes were upon a clear ground where two figures stood, as they faced each other with clenched blunted swords. The taller one, clad in fine leather armor was in a defensive stance as their opponent, wearing more casual clothing, swung at them, each blow blocked with precision.

"That was barely an attack, Harrold. Are you a swordsman or some wee lass who's never picked up a sword before?" Ryden Waynwood taunted, a knight of House Warnwood, one of the great noble families sworn to House Arryn. He was in his forties and a close friend of Sterlan's father when the man still breathed. His long brown hair had started to grey, a trimmed beard on his face hiding a small scar on his left cheek.

"Bet you won't see this coming!" Harrold exclaimed with the usual grin that was seemingly plastered on his face. He swung downwards towards Ryden's legs but the older knight read the move as it happened and deflected the blow. Harrold's sword bounced across the ground and rolled away from him. The young Valeman rushed towards it as Ryden smirked.

"You know if we were actually fighting then you would have died then and there." Ryden said with a laugh as he allowed his boisterous opponent to gather up his weapon. He retook the defensive stance as Harrold circled around him and searched for an opening. Sterlan, unnoticed by other of them watched with enjoyment.

Harrold lunged forward and Ryden blocked the blow, but then the young man picked up the pace as his speed picked up. The actions forced Ryden to backpedal as he deflected blow after blow. Still experience and talent with a blade dwarfed speed and youth as the elder knight countered each blow with certain finesse. Then Ryden went on the offensive as he swung powerfully at Harrold, the young man blocked the blow but his whole figure shook from the force of it. As the training session went on Sterlan’s eyes were drawn away from it at the sound of a creaky wooden door opening.

“My lord, another letter arrived from the south." Maester Edam said politely as the grey robed stepped into the room. His chain collar rattling as he moved.

Edam was a wise old man, his head was devoid of hair, a thick grey mustache covered his upper lip. The man was his father's maester, and his grandfather before that man. In one of his hands was a letter, carried by a raven to the Eyrie. The maester handed it carefully to Sterlan who grasped it with a stare. He read it over, speaking to Edam as he did so.

"Another asking for our great house to support their claim to the Iron Throne. How do they expect me to support them over a simple letter? If they want my allegiance then they should come to Vale and speak to me personally." Sterlan stated before he placed the letter into a cabinet containing more papers like it. He would devote a serious amount of time over who to write back to and what to say.

"House Arryn is still a great name across the realm and the knights of Vale's reputation in battle is known, my lord. I believe you will need to decide who to support, it would not be looked well upon for the Vale to stay neutral as they have in the past." The maester said with honesty, he watched as Sterlan walked past him into the stone hallway as he followed the lord.

"I do intend to support someone. We've been isolated too long," Sterlan said as he went down a short staircase that lead to another, Edam following him closely. "How do I pick someone to decide in such an impersonal way? A letter can hide one's true intentions, the last act I'd want to do is to align with a tyrant that goes against House Arryn's beliefs."

Outside where the two figures sparred sounds could be heard as Harrold dropped his sword and fell to the ground with a grimace. Ryden had a smile on his face as he he mad contact with the boy's arm with his blunted blade. It gave a small cut, ripping the fabric of his shirt. He wouldn't die from it. He yanked Harry to his feet as Sterlan continued to descend down the Moon Tower. He entered into the Crescent Chamber, the reception hall for guests to the Vale. It was a lightly filled room, around a large fire sat some merchants, servants handed them refreshment as they exchanged tales of travel. Some noblemen were chatting in another part of the room, Sterlan smiled at them as he walked, Edam now alongside him.

"Your father would have said the same thing, my lord." Edam said with a smile, as Sterlan returned the expression.

"He would have indeed, he was a great man, I can only aspire to do what he wished to achieve before sickness robbed him of his life." The young lord said with sadness in his words. As he walked he noticed his brother Harrold and Ryden enter from the outside, Harry held his arm as it appeared Ryden had just finished laughing.

"Little Harry got nicked by my blade, barely touched him with it and he's acting like he lost the whole arm." Ryden said as Edam shook his head and walked towards Harrold to inspect the wound.

"It's nothing life threatening, my lord. Will leave a scar but won't kill him." The maester said as he turned towards Sterlan who was shaking his head, nearly laughing at how his brother was over-exaggerating the 'injury'.

"Well, Edam, give him some medical care. Harry, where is our sister, last I saw she was with you?" Sterlan inquired as he wondered where Haleigh, Harrold's twin was.

"She went off riding her horse, said something about picking flowers in the fields." Harry muttered.

"With guards?" Sterlan asked, he doubted anything would happen to her but it never hurt to be on the safe side.

"Yes, brother. Two of them." Harry answered before he was lead away with Edam, Ryden following the duo as well. Sterlan turned away to speak to a nobleman.

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Haleigh Arryn had a smile on her face as she rod her horse through the grass filled fields in the valley below the Eyrie. Her long brown hair blew in wind behind her as she breathed the fresh air outside of the castle. She enjoyed the wilderness and riding horses especially. Behind her were two guards also on horses, bored looks on their faces and swords on their belts. This wasn't their idea of fun, but it was better than patrolling at least.

As she reached the top of a flower covered hill Haleigh hoped off of her steed then grasped its harness with one of her manicured hands. The Arryn girl walked through the grass slowly as the beautiful scenery around her shined. The Vale was gorgeous during this season, there was green all around her as birds chirped in the sky. She saw three deer dash into the forest as they heard the horses from a distance. There were no sounds of battle here, no screams of terror. There was a beauty in being in such an isolated area, it was untouched by war.

She didn't want to leave it, it was her home and there was so much beauty in it. But the truth was there, someday she would have to leave here and go where only the Seven knew. Marriage was expected for a girl like her, her brother was an honorable man, much like their father was. She knew he would only marry her to a man as good as he was. She just hoped wherever she ended up that it would at least come close the beauty of her homeland.