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The Marauders (2018)

@Jones Sparrow Yeah, I also like the small crew. Large crews are for governments and pirates. We're somewhere in between.

The Marauders (2018)

Yasaliah Josk: Pilot

A few hours before the breach of the Marauder, Yasaliah Josk rubbed the sleep our of her blue eyes- they were bright and sparkled when the light hit them just right. All three parts of her eyes were different shades of blue, but it was hard to tell as they disappeared beneath the slow, tired blinks of her pink eyelids. Yasaliah was a member of the Satasi species. She was made up of a variety of attractive cool colors, mostly a soft pink. Her purple hair was tied into a high ponytail. Covering her body was a simplistic line-dot pattern of teal. Tattoo-like, though it naturally formed on her skin when she turned 16- a little early for Satasi to get their pattern. The Satasi pilot believed it to be her most attractive feature, and as such wore what could be considered revealing clothing. A dark pink crop-top that most women wear to the gym, a denhim short shorts. When she wasn't so abysmally tired, and she had nothing to do, she could often be seen smugly tracing the pattern on her skin with her index finger.

But no, Yasaliah wasn't her usual self. It had been stressful to say the least. The Committee fucked up, and now the Marauders were sent on a "risky" (read: near suicidal) mission to steal from giant, ugly, beasts Ray compared to a creature called 'mole rats' on his planet Earth. They looked like nothing Yasaliah had ever seen- nothing on her home planet was so objectively repulsive.

Captain Ray says that it's time to get some rest, because 'Tango will keep watch'. Great. A robot. It doesn't even have real eyes, how can it see out the view finder? Yasaliah wasn't going to sleep, she didn't trust that hologram as far as she could throw it. She did take her hands off the console though, leaning back in her chair, exasperated. It was only a matter of time until those creatures found them again, and it would be up to her to get them outta there. No ma'am, no sleep. Not yet. A few moments later, Yasaliah was snoring quietly, slumped in her pilot's chair.

"Soriyunka, lorishod teeri!?" She cursed, confused and slurred, in her native tongue, startling out of her slumber as warning blared over the ships communication system. She woke up half-way to falling onto the ground, the breach knocking her from her chair. Damn it! What was she supposed to do, sleep with her seatbelt on!? There was a small amount of dark blue blood dripping her from bottom lip. Scared and frustrated, the pilot attempted to get herself situated when another shuttle struck the ship, knocking her onto her ass.

"Fuck's sake!" The woman shouted in very much English, strained from the terror welling in her chest as once again she failed to prevent the Ulnar from getting aboard. There was a brief moment of reprieve, allowing Yasaliah to buckle her seat belt and warm up the console.

"...Yasaliah, I need you to get us in position to shoot these assholes..." She heard in a string of the Captain's orders over the comms. Yasaliah responded curtly, "Yessir."

The Monroe began to take evasive maneuvers, the artificial gravity of the ship preventing the inhabitants to hit the ceiling and break their necks. Using various monitors and info-gathering equipment, the experienced pilot was able to get her position in space relative to the Ulnar cruiser. Her objective was to get into an advantagous position. If she lined up the Monro perpendicular to the Ulnar ship, turrets on the top, bottom, and port of the ship would be able to open fire. Yasaliah did as such. From the enemy pilot's position, Yasaliah is high above and to the right hand side, firing down upon them. She continued to try and orbit around the enemy ship, keeping perpendicular for maximum turret LOS, while trying to prevent the enemy to get a good bead on her.

Yasaliah yelped as she heard a slam on the door into her pilot's room. An Ulnar pirate was on the otherside, trying to get it. Yasaliah realized with a sinking sensation that she had not locked the door, and if it wasn't for the actions of Tango she would be dead already. Shit. Either way, if left alone, she assumed the Ulnar would be able to get inside somehow, whether it be brute force, a cutting tool or overriding the control panel.

"Can I get some help over by the cockpit? At least one of them is trying to get inside." She shouted over the Comms, the worry slightly trembling her voice.

The Marauders (2018)

ok, can you change Ray's color, it hurts my eyes
nvm, if i change the angle of my laptop it works fine

Nooooo Anderson! I knew he shouldn't have put on that red shirt

Edit: Posted. Let me know if I need to change anything. I'm just assuming this is how PvE works, if not, I can fix it right away

Hellpact

Devyn Haverly

Devyn briefly startled as a tear in space-time opened in front of her, temporarily worrying that a human brain would plop out onto her lap. Thankfully, that wasn't the case. Instead, it was a dossier for their first case of...Hellpact LLC. Great. Devyn was certain that name would give them a good foot in the door. Not only was it an uninviting name- it was also innaccurate because Devyn didn't even have nor want a pack, and she was almost positive that neither did Ross, who seemed to be one of the only other sane people there. Coincidence?. Probably not.

One of the reasons she began to doubt Elizabeth's normalcy was her apparent flippant disregard for human life, almost immediately dismissing the case of three mission children as stereotypical, or boring. Perhaps she wanted to seem jaded for appearance reasons. Ross called her out on it, and she had no intention of halting the conversation to further rag on the irish woman for her cynicism.

She folded one leg over the other and placed the dossier in her lap, flipping through the pages, looking at print-outs of social media posts. Wishing a very happy birthday to little Stevie about a year and a half ago, Kalel's dance recital, etc, etc. There was nothing on the dossier about warlocks or wizardy at all, which is why she found Carnation's question redundant. Then again, she was just a little girl and her attention span was probably too short to struggle through the information. Why they were working with a foul-mouthed child was beyond her grasp, but Devyn just hoped she would stay out of the way and not distract the investigation by misplacing her teddy bear or something to that effect.

To the experienced journalist their next move was clear- investigate the scene of the disappearence. She voiced this thought aloud.

"I don't think we'll learn anything from this manor. From the outside, everything is normal. We have to go to the place and see if we can find anything the police missed. Luckily, the children aren't confirmed dead, so the parents should be eager to answer questions to as many investigators as possible." It sounded a bit cynical, but it was generally true. Grieving parents are sick of the world, but worried parents are usually quite compliant to figures of authority.

She glanced over at the child first, then the rest of the group as she spoke. "If the parents were involved in a pact that involved sacrificing their children to some dark power, it's obvious no one knows about it, or else they would have been arrested already. We have to search for parents and talk to the parents. The trail is getting colder by the minute- I'll meet you all there. If you've no transport you can carpool with me." Devyn slung the purse over her shoulder once more, standing from the couch.

"Thank you, Ms. Eve. We won't disappoint." She added over her own shoulder as the butler opened the door for her. Devyn gave the nameless man his thanks, then continued down the driveway with haste. Missing persons cases were very time reliant. The longer you waited, the more likely you were to find a corpse instead of a person.

A moment later, she was sitting in her rumbling car, pausing for a moment in case someone needed a ride. The passenger seat was crowded with her purse, a latop, and several loose papers, but the back two seats were mostly clear of obstruction.

The Marauders (2018)

booo

Hellpact

@Old Amsterdam

all right, guess we'll all interview the same people and investigate the exact same clues, totally independant of each other

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

@RumikoOhara

well, okay then. can't really say i agree with you assuming 'silent agreement' to a situation you kinda put yourself into...but if it's not fun than you've no obligation to any of us, i guess.

Hellpact

so what do you guys wanna do

let's just get on over there, no need to waste our time with being in the manor. That's why I think, anyway. We can talk at the scene of the crime, right? Use our magic stuff to try and figure out what happened, do interviews with the 'witnesses.'

Are we gonna do a collab? Or do all of our individual posts, then a collab? No collab at all? Shut down the RP now that the action is starting?

too many questions, so little answers

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

Anyway what do you guys want to do? Alice is going to reveal information that puts Ka'van as the source of danger in the Tower. She's going to remember that, oh yeah, there was weird black magic stuff going on that looks like Ka'van. Or, maybe Ka'van will just admit to it because he is kind of a good guy.

But, yeah, this is the next mini-arc, I think. It's now a New Horizon issue. We gonna collab again like with the Zookeeper?

Your Friendly Neighborhood Government Sanctioned Superheroes

@RumikoOhara no reason why, eh? see ya