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9 yrs ago
Dear People: Please stop 'hating' a day where people try love with each other, however corporate the reason. Remember instead that there are people out there trying to love you, too, and let them.
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10 yrs ago
Gone from 6/19 to 6/27.
10 yrs ago
Ah, Buddhism. Dramatically worded for his and her pleasure.
10 yrs ago
Grave digger, grave digger, let me be the one that got away.
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10 yrs ago
My children, raise your proud and terrible heads. I will find you a better world, where man is a cautionary tale and angels fear to tread.
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A'ight, I was able to squeeze one in real fast!

So basically, the idea is that Zik was going to set up Omus Vol, discovered that his personal assistant had learned of his involvement on her own due to being unusually competent and redirected the vorcha after him in the hope for a serious promotion, and now is being made to look like she's the one in charge of Omus' little empire.

I figure that Aria realizes what's up, sends her jackboots over to Vol's place for Short and the rest of the crew, Omus manages to get out of it by conveniently "already having plans" to run off with the Dashers, who are currently in Aria's good graces for Declan's offer, and away we go.

Or you can spin things some other way and do it as you like! I just figured I'd be transparent about it, since I can't quite baby the scheme along as I might otherwise. Anyway, cheers!
Blah blah blah swaggering human machismo! Blah blah revenge!

Zik stifled a paternal smile. It was nice to have Declan back.

"More likely to know than to have instigated. Stupid, not suicidal." Stupidly suicidal? Suicidally stupid? Whatever. The Turians cropping up to show the human a good time weren't nearly as alarming for Zik as they probably should have been--Aria T'Loak was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them. Declan Calaway wasn't the kind of person you iced in a back alley for shits and giggles, and while the two would butt all sorts of heads he was also smart enough to know what lines to draw. While negotiations with the Captain were always some of the more precarious situations the crew could get into, Zik had learned that said swaggering human machismo also required he be intelligent enough to get away with his bullshit stunts, preferably with his crew in tact.

As the battle wound down and their newly reinstated Captain was lead away by the goons, Zik's attention flicked to the love of his life and her daring question. Having researched the subject somewhat aggressively, Zik still had no idea how it was that asari were able to inspire the kind of effect on Salarians that they did on every other species. Propagation was a method of social control, dammit, not this silly past time of shooting DNA at one another like the rest of the universe seemed to believe! And yet...

Well. Yet.

Zik's internal monologue concerning the asari was entirely Quixotic, filled with grand Tarantinesque gestures and silly little shared banter. A running romance novel of the grizzled salarian veteran and the ancient biotic goddess, Grade A Romance-Holo Bullshit that he maintained more as a lark than anything else. Still, with enough biotic badassery and accumulated combat experience to put messy little holes in him if she ever learned how often he wondered what she would look like in a yellow jumpsuit, Zik was more than happy to keep his little mental gymnastics to himself.

"For you, darling, I can find out."

...mostly to himself.

He, of course, already knew. As he'd already known since long before their little meeting, but it was useful to buy him some time as he worked away with his omnitool. They wouldn't have a lot of time, and as much as he wanted to surprise the Vol he also had to snare him into their little group again, which meant at least some coordination and tact. And timing.

Rosa's comment, however, actually took him by surprise. Making his way over to check the datapad, he cocked his head curiously at the message to the Vorcha. The Salarian? It obviously meant Zik--who else?--but it didn't seem like something Omus had done. Certainly the order had initially been for Calaway, so why...

"Ah. Moment."

Only one way for Omus to know of Zik's involvement and not act directly--for him not to know, but someone else to. A quick scan confirmed it, and he smiled with predatory glee as his system popped up a small red flag on a file stuck onto the last batch of data it had scanned from Vol's systems, a reasonably-competent little spy program determining his whereabouts. Omus personal aid was a bit quicker on the draw than she had been the last few times. She was soon to be a bit quicker on the draw than she had any idea of.

"Looks like a hack in my datapad. Minor. Can't believe I missed it." He lied again with casual ease, fingers working to redo the numbers. What if Omus wasn't the villain in this little affair, but the dupe? The obvious plot, a rotund obfuscation for the true mastermind...

Emily Short. Personal assistant and Super Genius.

"Must have been tracking me, known where I was for the vorcha. Suspect Vol's personal assistant--ambitious. Ruthless. Cunning." Completely ignorant that she was now significantly richer and significantly more wanted by Omega's personal crime lord, who now understood her responsible for more than half of her pint-sized employer's prized schemes and a substantial portion of his wealth, not to mention a back-alley brawl of military proportions.

"Let's say hello. Got his address right here." He added, finally deactivating his tool and motioning down another alleyway for them to follow.

"Good work, team."

And good to be back.
For the record!

I will be gone from today, 6/19 through 6/27 on vacation. While I might have some time to post here and there, overall my activity will be significantly diminished and I can't promise anything with regularity. If it becomes necessary for my character to be moved in order to facilitate overall plot or activity, please by all means do so.

I'll work on having at least one more post up for this ASAP so that I'm not wholesale incommunicado and things can keep moving, but if it's not up by tomorrow by all means move us along. Sorry for not being able to get anything up more recently, it's been a hell of a week getting things ready to go.

Thanks and have a great week and a half or so, guys!
For the record!

I will be gone from today, 6/19 through 6/27 on vacation. While I might have some time to post here and there, overall my activity will be significantly diminished and I can't promise anything with regularity. If it becomes necessary for my character to be moved in order to facilitate overall plot or activity, please by all means do so.

Thanks and have a great week and a half or so, guys!

For posterity once more.



Edit: Also available in the character's section.
Yeah, that's right.

I'm the other guy.

Hey, it could be worse. I'm not all that bad if you get to know me. At any rate, here's the second of the characters mentioned in the introduction--Bokkon Ibiki, the Striking Squid.


@Architect
Good question! It's currently in the fair state of REDACTED, but I figure it's somewhere on the eastern seaboard. A port city somewhere between New York and Baltimore.

And man, I just dated myself. I was going to say 'think of it like Springfield from the Simpsons', but Matt Groening already ruined that one for me. Way to go, Matt.

@Culluket
Harry Baker is approved! We have our crime wizard.

For the record, Harry is something of an unorthodox character that was only accepted after significant conversation with his creator to ensure that he fits within the tone and framework of the God Neon game. He and his merry band will be distinctly on the side of/involved with the H10 Crew. While I'm glad to have him in the game, I don't intend to let in many other dark horses in the same vein without similar thought and care.

...I mean, as far as the vein of crime wizards goes. It's a pretty short staffing these days.

@Vietmyke

I actually might, now that you mention it. We'll have to discuss further, if there's a solid opening or whatnot.




In other news, ANNOUNCEMENT! I will be leaving for vacation on the 20th and returning the 27th, but will be unable to post during this time. I'll absolutely have a post up before I go (soon, absolutely) and very much hope that you all will be here when I return. Just wanted to give everyone the heads up about it!

If nobody gets to 'em Alex and Dante'll probably do the deed, but I figured I'd at least leave the opportunity open. Don't want y'all yo think I'm showboating or whatnot!

The best thing about vorcha was that you never felt bad for what you did to them.

Zik just couldn't say the same thing about any other species in the galaxy. There was always some aspect of them to empathize with but vorcha were nasty, dirty, vicious, and most importantly ugly. Like...really ugly. Somehow that made it easier to carve one's way through a gaggle of them without feeling anything but satisfaction. It certainly seemed to work for Rosa, who had dashed in there and started kicking the shit out of the little buggers without more than an instant's hesitation.

The brawl in the middle of the street was cast in Omega's trademark cinematic glow, the kind of color only cheap fluorescent and military grade hardware could buy. Rosa's blue-flash fists, Declan's glowing neon holo-drones, the constant, discordant muzzle-flashes and explosions... if he could only get the damn angle right, this would outsell Blasto in a hearbeat.

"Personal annotation," Zik appended idly to his omnitool as he typed away with a one-handed proficiency that would have spoke of unseemly habits if his species had a non-Asari-induced sex-drive, "look into directing career." And he was, in fact, typing, and doing substantially more than that. While the firefight went on, Zik was basically...well...standing there. Having lead the vorcha to his remaining teammates, the battle was functionally on auto-pilot for him--now was the time to crunch the data.

Rosa was significantly less cautious even than usual--high probability of substance use given increased biotic activity and aggression. She'd kept up on her kick-boxing, which was a pity. She still hadn't taken up Military CQC, which she would benefit from and Zik had nudged her towards before she left. He'd have to start leaving flyers in her feminine hygiene products again.

Abrax was a tank, as per usual, but he was a reluctant tank, which was not usual. Rusty as indicated, rather than reluctant? Significantly more likely despite self-assessment. Monitor further. Quarter-step backwards to compensate for impact on kinetic barrier--stray round? No, vorcha aggression instinct targeting apparent weakness. Draw-aim-fire-holster, increase bracing distance of rear leg. Current rate of shield depletion satisfactory considering--

Pop.

That.

And so on. It was how Zik operated, how he'd learned to operate within the group. For the leader of the Assault Team he seemed to do a surprisingly little amount of the actual assaulting, on paper--why would he? Both Rosa and Abrax could sustain close-quarters combat much longer than he could and specialized in it. No competition. Errol was better equipped and a better marksman at distance than he cared to be, Declan preferred to waste omnitool memory on drone controls and VI updates, and Trish was naturally inclined towards supporting others and powerfully equipped to do so between her biotic and technical expertise. So where, then, did that leave Zik?

That's the point of the thing, Zik mentally sang from a 195 year old cult classic, not to know!

Declan's question drew him from his processing, eyes flicking over to the returned human for a moment. Possible reaction upon revealing treachery of Omus Vol was likely amusement--vorcha not a significant threat, unlikely to deal real harm to a team of Dashers' caliber. Alternative possible reaction of possibly lethal irritation resulting in the (statistically likely) loss of Zik's favorite chew toy. Too risky. But...

"Not certain, but I know who does." He lied with clipped, silken ease, fingers working away on a new window of his omnitool. Draw-aim-fire-holster, return to work. Another vorcha had been getting uppity on the corners of the battlefield--the blue pulse of the high-explosive round embedded in his diaphragm three seconds earlier. Adapt to that, non-differentiated cellular biology, Zik had better things to do than play with you right now.

Like catch an old friend between a rock and a hard place.

One screen was busy collating his accumulated files of one Omus Vol into a tight little dossier--it wasn't hard. Zik kept dossier on most people as a matter of course, for personal entertainment, but in this case he was really redacting more than he was adding in. Couldn't leave the little titan's empire too tattered to be useful for a newly-formed Dashers. His Omega contacts, however, including a few sensitive little transactions that he absolutely would not want a certain Aria T'Loak to find out about, however, Zik...

Well. Sent to said certain Aria T'Loak, of course. Along with the holo-meme of Credit Karad, the famous Batarian rapper, turning on his dual-banded sun visor and dropping his vocal recorder on stage at the end of his concert. For effect.

"We should pay Omus Vol a visit. Sooner, rather than later."
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