Spybuster

Of Lasers and Losers (Sci-fi adventure)

Of Lasers and Losers

A Sci-Fi Adventure

Quick Backstory

Sector Serena, a region of space consisting of 12 different solar systems, is a rather prosperous and wealthy sector on the fringe of colonized space. These systems are mostly independent from lager empires, and most coexist peacefully with one another. This sector's wealth comes from rich resource deposits being mined in several systems and traded amongst the others. As a fringe sector, life has been peaceful for the inhabitants of Sector Serena. Secluded from warring powers and corrupt influences, the sector has experienced little in the way of conflict. This could lead a wealthy sector to a poor future..

The peace in Sector Serena may soon come to an end. Word of these resource deposits has spread beyond the borders of Sector Serena, and to the ears of more powerful groups. The cunning tacticians and merciless mercenaries of the S9 Republic, who wish to see their gray banners over every governmental building have begun to mobilize their fleets towards the region. The cold-blooded reptiles of the Parzonian Empire train their vicious soldiers for conquest. Lastly, the criminal organization known as the Underground Network is set on claiming a new system as its prize and place of illegal activity. Beware however, not all problems may come from outside the sector..

Who are we in this dilemma?

War brings quite a bit of profit for some, and problems for many others. You're a gun for hire, or a specialist of some sort, a part of a small mercenary crew, here to make your pay in anyway you can with your ragtag group. The group was brought together by a rather opportunistic pilot, who could see the fortune to be earned in Sector Serena the moment he heard of its problems. He spent quite a bit of time looking through different dossiers to find a suitable crew that could survive in a region like this. He picked you.

Consider yourself appropriate for the job, simply lucky, or perhaps just space's biggest loser. Welcome to Sector Serena.

(So who is interested in a little sci-fi adventuring? More will be explained in the OOC. Mainly the region itself, a map, races and factions..)

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Sorry for being quiet as of late. A broken laptop and a lot of work around the house has kept me busy. Again I apologize for my absence. I may be able to sneak in a post tomorrow though.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Good.. Just you know, waitin'..

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Before the skip

William tuned out most of what was going on in the kitchen. He heard that there would be activity at "sacred ground", which probably had something to do with their two dead werewolves. Not precisely feeling in the mood to be surrounded by so many werewolves, William stepped outside to enjoy the cool air, and gaze over the now lit forest. It was a much better sight in the light, but the hunter knew all things wicked crawl out in the night. For the hunter, what was considered wicked was considered his prey.

After the skip

The hunter followed the others out to the shed and boarded the UTV, standing in the bed of the vehicle and holding onto the railing. The Ulfric wasted no time hitting the gas and speeding through the snow though. William decided to hold onto the railing with one had now, using the other to keep his hat on his head. Holding on was no easy task, as the Ulfric made sure to hit every bump along the way. Ryan fell flat on his ass and complained about possibly landing on his keys. William smirked, though he certainly wasn't enjoying his driver's driving. He went as far as to drive them through a pile of snow, raining white powder upon everyone in the vehicle. William shivered, his coat now covered in snowy powder. "I've sailed through storms!" He shouted, trying to be heard over the engine of the UTV. "You'll have to do better than a couple heaps of snow!"

The hunter grumbled something else, but continued to hold on, wishing to return to his motel room already.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

So sorry I didn't mention it. These last few days have been extremely busy and tiring for me. I'm free for today and will be able to post again once I'm home.

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William watched as Markus rised, his stare intensifying as the pistol was raised at him. The pistol clicked however, the Ulfric exclaiming that he passed, turning to leave him in the basement. The hunter exhaled deeply after he left, his nerves slowly easing up. It was too close of a call, but if he was lucky, he may have gained potential support in the area. William grabbed his hat and placed it atop his head once more standing up. He reached for his plate of french toast, grabbing a piece and taking a large bite out of it. He glanced over at where the Ulfric had sat, noticing his plate was left untouched. "Must not have been hungry." William thought, grabbing his plate of french toast as well. With that he made his way back upstairs and headed towards the kitchen.

The hunter entered, taking note of everyone in the room. He grunted to himself, approaching Ryan as he half-listened to the Ulfric speak. He placed the plate that was once the Ulfric's in front of Ryan and sliding it toward him. He then proceeded over to counter, leaning against it as he enjoyed his breakfast. Occasionally wiping the crumbs from his mustache, he turned to face Acacia, giving her an appreciative nod and a thankful smile. Once the plate was cleaned of the breakfast it once carried, William set it down on the counter and crossed his arms. He couldn't wait to return to town.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

William eyed the breakfast that had been delivered to him and the Ulfric. It looked like a rather nice meal, but now felt like not the time to eat. The hunter eyed the pistol that Markus set on his thigh, then glancing back up as he began to speak. He listened, placing both his hands on his own thighs and leaning forward slightly. The Ulfric set the pistol on the table beside him, William's eyes following it as well. As the werewolf went to insure that the door was locked, William contemplated grabbing the pistol. He decided against it, feeling that taking action now could jeopardize his own chances of survival.

The hunter straightened up, it being his turn to respond. "I heard that two of your pack members were killed, and that their killer is still unidentified." He replied, responding to the first question. "While I pity their deaths, especially more now that I see you lead your pack much more civilized than other Ulfric's that I have encountered. Their deaths however, were not by my hand, and if they were, i'd reek of their scents would I not? I did hear two gun shots while I was following wolf tracks to this cabin though." The hunter readjusted his hat on his head again. "Hunter's and werewolves have an odd attraction to each other. We simply call it the 'Will of the Hunt.' Perhaps its mere coincidence that we always seem to find eachother, or that we just know where to look."

He sighed, rubbing his eyes, still feeling a bit weary from his interrupted rest. "As for the hunters you've encountered in the past, I have no way of knowing if they belonged to the Hendrick's Order or not. There are quite a few independent hunters, many of whom disagree with the way our group conducts itself. Although, that is mostly politics and drama i'm sure you have no interest in hearing. Returning to the topic at hand, the message I received in regards to a large werewolf pack that was on the move, informed me I was the only near them at the time, and our other hunters were busy with their own tasks. It couldn't have been any of our hunters.."

William removed his hat, setting it on the cot beside him. He looked Markus in the eyes, the clear fearlessness of the man showing. "I came here not looking to slay more innocents Ulfric, I came here to hunt beasts. If your word is true, that your pack does not hunt humans, then I shall not hunt them. Blood will still be spilt though, and I can only hope that it is not any of yours or mine."

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

William retracted his arm, the Ulfric not accepting his offering of drink. He studied the Ulfric's face for any sign of what his intentions might be. Being alone in a basement with a guy who had a meat tenderize in one hand was in no way an appealing idea to the hunter. They would either discuss what he had told him further, or the Ulfric would try to kill him right there and the. The flask went back into his coat as the hunter sat there listening to Ryan explain himself, and then switch topics to the younger girl he saw earlier on the porch. "I'd hate to break that news to him. William thought with an amused smile. "Not only could you be rejected, you could be mauled to death by a pack of hungry dogs."

He listened silently, though his attention shifted back towards the stairs as he heard the door open once more. He could see what looked like tiny rabbit slippers step down towards them then stop halfway. The voice had mentioned she brought food for the guests. "I'm surprised anyone in this house even considers us guest at this rate." William thought, glancing around at his surroundings, noting the fact he had been locked in a basement for the night, and now face to face with someone hellbent for answers. The hunter glanced back towards the stairs for a moment, and then turned to face the Ulfric once more. "I say we send Ryan here upstairs so he can eat, and maybe get his head checked out finally. You and I can have a bit of breakfast if that is of course alright with you, and i'll tell you what you want to know." William stated, adjusting his hat back onto his head.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

William stood by the door for a moment after knocking on it. There was only silence for the short while, and then the muffled voices from outside the door. William came down the stairs glancing over at Ryan. "Boy, clean your face off and look presentable. We're about to have company." The werewolf hunter approached his cot and sat down, hearing the door atop the stairs creaking open. The Ulfric slowly came down the stairs, wielding a rather barbaric tool. He asked for reasons, and he asked for William to explain himself first.

The hunter glanced over at Ryan, grumbling something about him being a bumbling fool before returning his gaze to the Ulfric. "Your questions I will answer freely, and with honesty. The man beside me is not dead yet, nor I, so that gives me some glimpse of hope in your group." William smiled weakly as he watched the pack leader. He was analyzing his movements, waiting to see if he'd do anything sudden. "The name is William, William Hendrick. If you're caught up with your history, perhaps you'd know the name." The hunter smirked, although his eyes were still set on the tenderizer. "Though there has been a shift of power in our organization. We're in the process of some reforms at the moment. A good example would be me locked in here rather than you face down in the snow out there last night."

William cleared his throat before he continued. "It might be hard to see Vargr, but we're cut from the same fabric, you and I. I'm here because my oath decrees I be, and you because of your bond. I've been tracking a rather savage group, been on the move for quite a while if you hadn't noticed." He ran his fingers along his bushy mustache for a short moment. "Decided i'd try to cut them off and see what lied ahead, so here I am now." William opened his coat and removed his flask of whiskey, offering it to the Ulfric. "I know there is bad blood between us. There probably always will be. We are both predators, hunting under the same moon for different purposes. There will always be bad blood, but for now, it doesn't have to either of ours."

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The Next Morning..

William opened his eyes slowly, grumbling that the young hunter had awoken him from his slumber. He rolled over on his cot to face the young man, his weary eyes filled with displeasure towards him. "My friends are always causing trouble." William replied blatantly. "For someone who normally hunts alone, i'm surprised I already have 'friends' lurking about this place." He thought to himself before propping himself up. "They put us down here 'cause this house is mighty full of folk, and to have a couple of gents such as ourselves wander out of the woods, they had to fit us into the 'guest' rooms. Which just happened to be down here." William stood up, stretching his arms out with a yawn, before letting them fall to his sides.

He glanced down at Ryan. The boy's face was still an utter mess. "Perhaps I should go get the miss again to check on that wound of yours lad." William turned to head for the stairs, and began to ascend them, stopping halfway however. He turned to face Ryan, feeling that he would still be uncertain. "Once you get patched up, and we explain why we were out here to the head of the household, we'll be on our way back to town." With that he proceeded up the stairs and knocked on the door hoping to get his guard's attention. "Hey!" William shouted. "The ginger down here could do with some first aid still!"