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@Uncle Spanky

"That'll do." Fanny said flatly once SAM finished transmitting his message. "And nice butt." She adds, giving it a little spank.

Almost a minute passes before a response comes back from the Quatis:

"There has been a Quantum disruption throughout the known universe. We are in the process of developing an explanation for the events taking place. Suffice to say, your own explanation for being at your location has been somewhat substantiated. Our scans however indicate you are both biological and mechanical in nature. Your systems are unfamiliar to us and therefore a threat. You will be brought aboard one of our vessels for further analysis. Standby."

As the transmission ends, Fanny shakes her head at Sam. "You know, by raising those shields..." She points to a specific display at the helm. "...You will stop them from teleportation you out of here, and anyone else in for that matter. Besides," She shrugs, "Once they've transported you aboard their ship, don't expect to be going home anytime soon. It's not like they're going to be dropping you off on their way by. Your home is more than three galaxies from here. But this ship could get you there...." She gives him a wink.




@Quote5

Fanny doesn't say much and remains quiet while Ernest makes contact with the strange, small vessel. He receives a reply by a man on board a short time later, presumably from the man called Rufus. At first the man sounds like he is laughing in a groggy fashion, almost as though he is drunk, maybe. Then starts speaking in a dopey, slurred voice.

"Ernest! You sound so righteous, my dude! Welcome to the new world! Or should I say universe?" He chuckles. "You're just in time to witness the second wave. Take a chill pill, my friend - this is gonna be soooo rad!"

Fanny sighs, shaking her head while rubbing her forehead as if she had a headache. "Send a warning shot across the bow. Let them know you mean business. You're going to need a heavy yield warhead." She tells Ernest. "Then send another message. Make sure he knows we mean business."




Rufus is still fast asleep in his chair and has missed the entire thing. When Ramrod completes the construction of his new ship, he realizes that he didn't include an activation device. He might have to ask the ship he is on for a way over to his new vessel so he can activate it from on board.




While the actions are underway to get the hyperdrive installed in Rodia, Lars and Gamma are detected by one of the Sporn security scanners. In the hubbub of all that's happened, it has been set to automation mode, which means it's not being manned from the central system. It quickly reads their energy signatures and determines they don't belong. They are recognized as a hazard and instantaneously transported back aboard their own vessel, right next to where siren is standing as the conversation between herself and Rorod is ending.




@Dartbored Fairy

The bandit wouldn't have been easy to push down, being a lot bigger than Hida, but since his eyes were sealed shut, the shove from Hida caused him to stagger blindly before tripping on a nearby branch and falling to his face. Once he hits the ground, he's quick to produce a knife from his boot and proceeds to cut the skin away from him mouth. As blood spurts from the open wound he opens his mouth and starts creaming "witch!" over and over again while still trying to scramble to his feet and reach out blindly for help from his men.

His men of course see what is happening to him, then after hearing him scream the word 'witch' they all turn their horses around and start retreating. Even the bandits that had tackled Cas to the ground, scrambled to their feet and found their own horses again before hightailing it out of there as well, but not without yelling back insults at Hida for being a witch. Recovering to his feet, the head bandit hears his men leaving and starts calling out for them to come back. They don't, though, they have no intention of returning to the place of the witch. Let their leader be damned.

Cas pushes from the ground looking very startled, his gaping expression on Hida.

"What in all of fuck did you just do?" He asks her.

Meanwhile the leader of the bandits is the only one who remains, too scared to cut his eyes open as he staggered around helplessly and continues to scream out for him men.




@Doc Doctor

While Donny continues to have some issues with the local Quatis babies, the rest of the babies in the nursery are woken by the commotion. Instantly feeling the threat and seeing what is happening, they scream in rage as they launch themselves from their beds with nails extended and the serrated teeth of their mouths open for attack. Donny is quickly piled upon by a ferocious mountain of babies, each one of them aiming to rip the flesh from his body.




@Prima Luce

While the Donny in Pycin's Quarters fires round after round while heading for the exit, the soldiers armor seem to be holding up to a certain degree, though some of the bullets manage to cause some major injuries in areas that aren't properly protected. But the soldiers who are able return fire upon the man, their rifles set to low level Quantum disruption in order to obliterate any matter it comes in contact with.




@Blueflame

As the entity comes into view, the Quatis soldiers have already set themselves in a line formation across the exit. They have their rifles and torches aimed at the ready. The leading officer replies almost immediately to the peculiar comments from the entity confronting them:

"Remain where you are! We are the Quatis, here to investigate the circumstances of this alien vessel. Please explain who you are and what your intentions are! Any sign of hostility and we will open fire!"




@Metatrooper

Sahmi Steps away from arms reach of Meta, raising her gun and ready to fire again if she needs to.

When Meta finishes speaking, the android rises to its feet while its body quickly regenerates. A minute later it is whole again, facing both Meta and Sahmi as it surveys its surrounds a second time.

"You will lower the dampening field you have around your vessel."

As he is speaking the Tempest halts, no longer on rout to the sun. A moment later the Tempest would inform Meta of another alien vessel approaching. It is one of the massive centipede like vessels that had appeared recently at the outer most planet of the solar system.

"My people have arrived." The android went on to say. "Lower the field or face the consequences, human!"




@Oh no my soup

Once the ship is docked, the docking bay doors close with a thud to seal them in. The docking bay is massive and mostly empty, besides a few small battered craft from various alien races, none of them looked as though they were made by the same race that the Jam ship was made by.

Soon after Magnus, the peasant girl and Sandra exited their vessel, a door in front of them opened and a humanoid entered. The humanoid looked roughly human, lean though strong in build, but he stood several feet tall, was naked, and had large purple eyes. His mouth and front of his body were covered in blood. It was possible that the blood came from the man who's severed head he held up in the grip of one hand, presenting it to the three visitors as he made his welcoming speech:

"Oh hi! This is our former captain! He sure did taste good! What a wonderful meal he made for his crew! So welcome to our shindig!" He then licked his lips as he looked the three visitors up and down, and added; "I see dessert is on you, then?"

In the closing of his announcement, many more of his species swarmed into the docking bay, none of them holding weapons, but all them having lengthy, blooded nails extending from their fingers. All of them were naked, covered in blood, and cheering like teenagers rushing to attend the new festival in town. As they raced ferociously towards Magnus, the peasant girl and Sandra, the peasant girl started screaming in terror and pulled herself free from Magnus's grip, running back towards his vessel to try and find safety.



In ASPECT 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"you’re a little on the old side anyway.”?

"Hmm..." Jack narrowed one eye before entering the car with her. His peripheral sight caught her eyeballing the items of the back seat. He should really learn to put shit away after a night of brooding. Cam had her own shit to deal with, she didn’t need to be reminded of his as well. The girl had class though. She knew when not to pry, as opposed to most people who felt the need to offer support for no other reason but to make themselves look virtuous. There was very little holy in this world.

Once they had parked, Jack remained behind the wheel for a minute and made a call to an acquaintance that Cam hadn’t yet met. Well, at least he thought she did’t know this person. The call was short, no shooting the breeze, and he soon joined Cam inside. He accepted the beer with a nod then rummaged through a few cabinets until he actually found some Motrin. He didn’t ask permission to go searching for it, but Cam didn’t strike him as a person who really cared for uptight formalities. ‘Help yourself’ the two golden words of prestige in his books.

The four pills were washed down with half the stubby of beer before he took the chair from the desk, gave it a quick twirl in his fingers, positioned it a comfortable distance from the bed, and then took a seat in it back-to-front, arms propped on the backrest, beer bottle dangling in his fingers. His ribs hurt like hell, but he didn’t let it show.

To Jack, Cam was the lie-like-a-dog type of girl, for lack of better ways to explain it. That free spirit, not even giving mind to her own sensuality in the many rough and perhaps less than lady-like performances - Swatting her ass in to dust herself off, her unrelenting jests, that cheeky smile, the overall absence of traditional female discretion - yet managed to keep her femininity intact. It was refreshing to watch. Appealing to his base urges. No broomstick up her ass.

“Look at me and tell me you think it’s a demon we’re dealing with.” He said, with a shake of his head, and limply dropped back a few more mouthfuls of beer. “We both know it isn’t that. Demons are filthy. Vermin. They don’t give two shits about human values…. They don’t care if some woman lost her son. This situation’s too random. And hey, whatever it is, managed to get my number. Beasts making phone calls... go figure.”

Jack let his eyes wonder about the apartment for a time, not really thinking about what he was looking at, rather taking a moment to assess his own thoughts on recent events. It was possible that this thing they encountered was a hostile ghost, allowing it more power than your standard spirit. He’d seen it before, enraged souls of the departed summoning more strength than your standard haunts. But this one didn’t quite fit that bill. Too much specified power.

“I’m waiting on a call.” He added, lifting his phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and tossing it on the bed beside Camilla. “Put it on speaker when she calls and take note of her number. You might need it in the future. Her name's Bobby. She knows you're with me. She does a few jobs for me from time to time. Right now she’s looking into the history of the house. That should help us -”

Jack winced, grinding his teeth from the pain in his ribs that suddenly decided to give a quick, cold stab through his chest.

He hung his head and sighed, regretting to let his pain known to Cam, before rolling his eyes back up at hers with an ‘I’m fine’ kind of grin.

“Fucking monsters….”

Had Camilla been looking at the right place, she would notice a small spread of blood staining the side of Jack’s t-shirt inside the fall of his jacket. He didn’t even acknowledge the damage himself. While being thrown through the door earlier, a shard of timber had pierced the flesh on the left side of his torso, just a few inches lower than his pectoral cleft.
In ASPECT 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
“Fine.” Was the only response to Cam’s concern for his welfare as he pushed to his knees by her, sitting back on his heels with hands open on his thighs. His gun was now next to him, bedded in the bends of long grass. He looked around in that position like a man resting on the beach and surveying the waves rolling in from the vast ocean beyond. In a short while, his eyes came back to Cam. He didn’t ask if she was okay, but the search of his eyes over her person would have made it clear to her that he was, in fact, making sure she was fine. She was. A little shaken up, but fine. There was then a following moment of, well, something that may have come across to Cam as not so typical for Jack. He raised one hand from his lap, reaching out to briefly caress her cheek, push a fall of hair back over her ear, then ended the moment by returning his hand to his lap.

“What is it with girls and pretty boys? You need a man, not a boy.” It wasn’t like he was propositioning himself, his words sounded more like a non-affectionate father giving his daughter some general, though questionable and rather fleeting advice. That being the case, his mind was back on the job. Reaching for his gun he returned it to his belt and shook his head like someone slightly bothered by a passing fly.

“This is no demon.” He told her, then got to his feet while giving the situation further thought. “I was thinking it may have been a restless ghost.” He added, giving himself a light dust off. “Something simple. A dead woman needing closure before moving on. But it’s not that either….” He curled his lip while peering into the house through shattered hangs of what was left of the front door. “I’m not sure what that was.” Then, after all that had transpired since the question was asked, he answered: “They’re too loud. You can’t sneak up on anything with those things on your feet. Save em for your date.”

Jack then starts walking to the car. Apparently he wasn’t planning on re-entering the house so soon either. “We’re going back to your place. Use those internet skills of yours to do some research on this place.” He paused before entering the car. “You got beer?”

Telling Cam that he was fine may have been a little stray of the truth. Truth be told, he was in a considerable amount of pain. Yeah, being thrown through a door like a rag doll was sure to do some damage. He didn’t expect anything serious or broken. After all, he could walk, talk and think normally, but he was damn certain a few ribs had been bruised at least. He wasn’t worried though, the pain would pass, and no doubt the alcohol in his system was inhibiting a lot of pain receptors at the moment. Besides, there were other things on his mind than thinking about his health right now:

Jack’s hopes for encountering a woman that had lost her son in the same or similar way to how he had lost his own family had fallen through. The circumstances surrounding the current situation just didn’t fit. The monster he was seeking would have to keep in hiding for another day. He also knew that all the salt-loaded shells and blessed bullets in the world may not have any effect on the entity that inhabited this house. It wasn’t a demon. It wasn’t a ghost. At least nothing standard of the two. Not even a hex, enchantment, heptagram, or even a prayer would work unless they knew exactly what they were dealing with. In the end Cam was right about another thing, harming the host, or whatever that was, may not have been the best course of action.

If Camilla were willing to go along with Jack’s new plan, they would now get in the car and head back to her place. His own place wasn’t actually an option. As for libraries, well, they tend to make Jack feel uncomfortable. Cam may not have been aware of the fact at that time, since he wasn’t one for complaining about his personal circumstances, but Jack didn’t actually have a place to live at present. His car would hold him over for now, and it wasn’t really a matter that troubled him. Still, the open duffel bag of packed clothes and personal items sprawled out on the back seat, including the unframed photo of his late wife and young daughter, may have been enough for the woman to work it out on her own.
In ASPECT 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
As Camilla already knew, Jack had received a call from some frantic woman not two hours earlier, a call that supposedly originated from this house. But where was this woman now? Cam had no doubt observed that oddity, it would have been hard to miss. Everything was quiet. Still. Not the abode of a woman who had recently lost her son. But In addition to the silence, who in fact opened the damn roller door for them? It must have been remotely activated by a controller inside the house - one would imagine - yet the person who supposedly opened it hadn’t revealed themselves, no less made a peep. Not to mention the fact, and the thing that continued to play most on his mind, was the For Sale sign in the yard. There was no Sold sticker plastered on the front of it, probably meaning it hadn’t been sold yet, and yet the lawn hadn’t been cut in weeks, which didn’t exactly indicate the typical upkeep for someone trying to sell.

Jack’s best guess, despite not being sold, was that the house was empty and the call he received earlier wasn’t actually made from anyone, at least no one who was still alive. This was pure speculation at this point, educated speculation of course, but still speculation. He may have been wrong, and therefore he didn’t share that specific insight with Cam. Increasing the girls fear unduly wasn’t about to help their situation, not even if his hunch proved correct.

He was, as always, curious about Camilla. She was enjoyable to watch and listening to her commentary amused him. Still, his face remained void of expression as she made too much noise on her approach to the door.

“Remind me to get you new shoes.” He said, as she looked back to give him a smile, though his voice was so low and soft that it was barely audible. In jack’s eyes, she seemed to treat everything like a game, despite the possible dangers. Even when she was serious he had a hard time seeing her that way. She was fun. She had a good smile. The whole package was cute in a hazardous kind of way. But he wasn’t about to let his unmentioned affections get in the way of the job at hand and possibly jeopardize their safety. Especially hers.

He followed her inside calmly, slowly, removing his Glock from the belt at his rear while holding up his free index finger in a sign to be quiet.

Inside, he gently gave a tug to the back of her jacket to have her fall back. He took the lead until they arrived to the side of the foot of the stairs. There, he stood and placed one hand on her shoulder, letting her know to keep still. From their position they had a clear view of the main ground-level hallway that led to the kitchen, the stairs, and the living room on their left. Camilla was right, something really did smell. He hadn’t even noticed before now. Then again, women were known to have better noses than men. At least he thought that was the case. He hoped that was the case. Hell, his mother had the nose of bear on heat. The problem of course was that the smell of sulfur didn’t fit with what he actually suspected to be the trouble with this place.

Removing the hand from her shoulder, his fingers slid gently down Cam’s back and came to rest on the curved summit of her buttocks, but he was actually too absorbed in stretching his hearing and scrutinizing every detail of their surrounds to be aware of where his hand actually came to rest.

A cold chill ran his spine.

“Anyone home!?”

Without warning, Jack had finally exerted himself, sharply calling out the words that proceeded to echo in an unnatural cascade of repetition that eventually concentrated their roll directly down the hallway and fell silent at the entrance to the kitchen… where a middle-aged woman now stood staring at them from the threshold. The woman was pale. Bare foot. Dressed in a thin, white nightgown. Dark rings under her glazed eyes. Her hair hadn’t received a touch of attention in what appeared to be decades. Jack was staring back at the woman for no less than a couple of seconds before she suddenly burst into action –

The foundation of the house convulsed hard enough for both Jack and Cam to falter when the woman charged at inhuman speed directly toward them, her arms flailing madly while screaming in a voice that sounded like grating metal: “GIVE ME BACK MY SON!”

Jack’s automatic reaction was to shove Cam from the woman’s path, which he did, but barely had time to raise his gun before the woman arrived. He was lifted off his feet by her presence and launched clear through the air until crashing out the front door and tumbling across the lawn. The woman, however, had come to an abrupt halt where Jack had been standing, then shifted her empty glare down at Camilla before vanishing.

Out on the lawn, just a few feet from the For Sale sign, Jack twitched a few times before finding the strength to lift his face from the earth.

“I guess that explains why the house is still on the market.”
In ASPECT 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Seems the older one gets the less surprises happen. First Jack is woken by a hysterical woman, and now he’s being relentlessly badgered by his senseless partner. Okay, that was unfair. But really, the battle never ends, the fight even seems to intensify when feeling ill equipped to handle it. It's like spirits were always watching, influencing those around you, making sure you get hammered at the most inopportune time. It wasn't Cam's fault, she was just doing her thing. In the end Jack blamed himself as always, and for good reason, especially in this case. He's the only one to decide on obliterating himself with alcohol on a nightly basis. He makes his own bed to lie in, everyone does. But that doesn't negate the torment that ensues. Besides, Camilla had a point, it was far too early for this shit.

He held still like a man who, though outwardly calm, could clearly be construed as one about to explode at any moment. One hand rested on the gearstick, the other limp on the wheel while he inwardly winced at the words that flooded from her mouth. Of course, it wasn’t as bad as all that, in his condition her words felt more antagonizing than what was intended. But still….

Shut up. Nothing you’ve said will actually change a thing.

Cam finished spouting her mouth, and in that moment of praised silence he sneered, although even the curl of his lip would have appeared to be lacking effort. Opening the door, he stepped out of the car without a word, swayed to find his bearings, then shuffled his way across a patch of lawn, his back to the car as he unzipped the fly of his blue jeans and relieve himself into a nearby hedge. Finished, he made his way back to the car, adjusted the well-warn, brown leather jacket to find moderate comfort in his seat before closing the door and jamming the car in first gear.

“Done bitch’n?” His words were flat as his deadpan look as he reached for the back seat to produce a paper bag that he preceded drop on her lap. In the bag she’d find a bacon and egg McMuffin. “Breakfast of champions.” He tells her, “Get it into ya.” There was also a coffee waiting for her in the cup holder of the center console. In the closing of the only words he had to express, he pulled away from curb and tore off down the street.

To be perfectly clear, Jack didn’t mind Camilla at all. She was a good girl. Sure, she was about as placid as a ship tossed at sea in a hurricane, but for the most part her head was in the right place. More importantly, she did have a way of impressing him. He’d seen it on a few promising occasions; the ability to think coherently in the face of danger. That’s what he needed in a partner, not some hesitant automaton constantly in need of instruction, rather someone who could think for themselves. Think on their feet. Independence took leaps and bounds in this profession. Besides her annoying exuberance - something that defiantly served as an anchor for Jack - she was easy to look at. A little eye candy had its place. Not that it was an essential component, but it certainly helped in some decrepit manner of thinking. Naturally, that wasn’t something he’d care to admit to her, or anyone for that matter. Business was business.

The journey to their destination didn’t take long and Jack held his tongue, listening to anything else Cam had to say, though in all honestly he may not have appeared to be paying any attention. He was like that; never feeling the need to voice his opinion or express any emotional response. Circumstances spoke for themselves. Yet every now and then he tended to voice his own surprise with words that left no doubt of his attentiveness.




They arrived at 21 Ashmore Avenue fifteen minutes later and Jack pulled into the driveway. He wouldn’t have seemed at ease to Camilla. Though he always gave the impression of being calm, she would have noticed by the unsettled shifting of his eyes that his suspicion was mounting. Something wasn’t right, but then, when was ever anything right in their profession? In the end, it was just a matter of degree.

He continued to leave the engine run idle while looking Cam up and down, possibly the first time he actually regarded her with any amount of visible interest that day. After what may have deceivingly seemed to be a man checking out the attractive hitchhiker in his passenger seat, he posed the question:

“Look’n to buy?”

His question was clearly intended for Camilla to take note of the residence immediate appearance: A well weathered For Sale sign loomed on the overgrown lawn, while the two story red-brick home didn’t exactly exalt in recent maintenance or upkeep. One of the three ground floor windows had its glass shattered. But there was no screaming woman exiting the front door with arms flailing, no teen peeking from the window snickering on account of the trouble he or she had caused. Jack was beginning to wonder if the house was actually occupied when the roller door to the lock up garage started to open for them. Apparently someone inside was welcoming them… but why the need to have them enter the garage? Jack would have been happy to park on the street for all it mattered.

The roller door to the garage released a loud thud as it finished opening. Inside the garage there was nothing, however. No boxes, no household machinery or tools, no children’s push bike; nothing to indicate that the house was actually occupied. But then again, if the house was up for sale, it was reasonable to assume that most of the packing had been done already. Still, he didn’t drive in because he just didn’t see the point, especially if a quick getaway was going to be needed later. So he cut the engine, secured the handbrake, and regarded Camilla with a Jack-typical raise of one brow.

“I’ve got my Glock. That’ll do me until we’ve assessed the situation. Grab something from the trunk if you feel the need.” He suggested.

Cam already had an extra set of keys to the Mustang. Jack had given them to her a few weeks earlier, since he felt it prudent to keep all things covered in case of emergencies.

They’d get out of the car at this point. Jack would linger by the entrance of the garage further analyzing the situation while awaiting Cam to do whatever she needed to do.
In ASPECT 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
How did she get my number?

The question had many possible answers; friends, associates, word of mouth, so Jack didn’t give a lot thought to that aspect of the call right away. Besides which, the desperate hollering of the woman had its own distracting effects. Once the necessary information was noted, he cut her off by ending the call. He then pinch-shut his eyes, placed the android with a lackluster fumble on the dashboard, while the thumb of is other hand softly stroked the running mustang at the center of his steering wheel. It was far too early for a call like that.

The horn of the morning ferry to the city soon had his eye sliver open again, squinting against the light of sunrise stretching out like hazy fingers to the scattered red-tone cloud above the distant skyline. It would have been an admirable dawn had his head not been pounding with the reminiscent drums of last night’s abuse. He could almost feel his liver disintegrating. And there it was, the gaping mouth of his departed friend, now just an empty bottle of Russian Standard that he turned in his seat to eyeball on the passenger seat. …No Hair of the Dog salvation this morning.

“Rest in piss….”

The words faded out with his presence of mind. He spent the next thirty minutes nodding in and out of consciousness before his inner voice alerted him of the need to contact his associate. They had a job to do. He started the engine then retrieved his phone from the dash. Not yet in the mood for vocalizing, he scrolled through his longer than desired list of contacts until he reached the name Quinn, opened a text window, and thumbed out the message:

got a live one. woman hysterics. son gone. no cops.
21 ashmore ave freesprings.
on way now. pick u up or meet ther?


He paused for a moment, blinking to focus through the glaze of eye fluid to assess any typos before hitting Send.

… Message sent.

A minute later the old slate-grey Mustang rumbled as it backed from the harbor-side parking lot to ride off into this new day of hell….
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Jack Dolson


Also referred to as JD by those that know him, as more a connotation to his proclivity to drink.





Age: 31
Height: 6’2”
Hair: Deep Auburn
Eyes: Shamrock


Then, Jack suffered a tragic loss at the hands of what he described as an aspect of the unknown. Now, he leads a life of less than standard practice in the hunt for the entity that supposedly killed his family.



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