For once balance comes as it should to the Omicrons. The hands, thin and certain. The eyes, serious but eager. The lips, tempting and painted in blood. But still, they will deliver as it was promised. As it was requested. A Death for Life. And a Life for Death.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
The breeze gently caressed her clothes, the fabrics dancing with the wind, trying to softly wrestle themselves from the body that it wore them. Like a statue, the blood red lip, orange haired woman had been still for the past twenty minutes, looking. Observing. Imagining the future. Imagining the words, the tears, the last breath of many of the people that casually strolled through the park she was at. The sun has disappeared not even ten minutes ago, but the sky was bright with the refraction of its light, sporting an vivid red and pink combination in the clouds. Dragon hour as it was called back in Houston.
Cold has been starting to set as the wind brought it to the grass and trees, whispering through the leaves and branches. And the sound of music, at distance, at a long distance began to play. Was it her imagination, or was it real? She truly did not cared. Life did created some magic moments. And Death brought definitive ones. Two persons walked by as the wind died down, lovers by the locked and entwined look in their eyes. Her imagination ran, like waves of black tendrils creeping darkness between the two lovers. Have they killed, before? Their faces of rage. How would they scream in death and despair? Would thos-
A scent arrived to her nose. The nose that twitched when trouble was afoot. The nose that was the personification of instinct. The nose that captured that scent in the middle of a kiss. How does a predator hunt? First it needs a scent, a clue, a direction. And the carrier of that particular scent appeared in her eyes, walking towards a wooden bench, that had a very pretty overlook of the park. Slightly moving, the predator removed herself sight and grinned. The hunt had began two days ago.
There she was. Standing all alone as the strong wind ran loose around her. Ruby Hydra, the empress of The Core. Powerful and not to be messed with. Today however, she was done with all of it. Done with being the cause of pain to so many people over the years. Done with being who she was. Dressed in a pure white dress which widened below her waist making a bell shape as it hid her legs fully. It was only a mere inch or two before the dress would touch the ground. Ruby quietly hummed a melody she always hums to herself when she is alone to entertain herself.
Unaware of anyone's presence empress slowly started strolling through the park enjoying the scenery at an late hour. Ruby had a small half smile on her face, even though her eyes were slightly watery. Thoughts raced in her head, hundreds of scenarios, hundreds of ideas all at the same time.
Ruby stopped and looked around. She Inhaled the fresh air as if it was her last time doing so in her life and continued the slow stroll. Her hair was getting messy due to the wind making it go wild.
Guildmistress wiped her eyes as they slowly kept letting out a tear one after another. She froze up in one place, looking straight into the skies and contemplated what she had done over the years and if it was worth it.
"Good day, Miss Silver." The well dressed man, with a Fellicciano suit, costing over a hundred thousand credits, greeted Silver with a nod, as he opened the door to the photograph room in his holographic sculpture shop, down-town in the Königstrasse sector of planet New Berlin. Silver, dressed in a most fashionable lolita dress with combat boots, the new fashion rage in New Berlin, nodded back and walked in.
The room was fitted with the paraphernalia common to holographic sculpture artists. Cameras, holodecks and several mounts for such. Walking towards one of the walls, that man waved his hand and a small holographic numerical input appeared alongside the ray of a face scanner. He introduced a code and the wall opened up, exhibiting a smaller two by four room with holographic mannequins donning combat protective gear and shelves with row after row displaying assorted combat weaponry. The man went behind the small counter, like a true business man, and looked back at Silver.
"How may we help you today, Frau Silber ?"
Her eyes scanned the room as she turned to see what was available. After running the details in her head, she turned back at the man and displayed a smile.
"Surprise me, Hubert."
The man nodded, in the most rheinlandic of ways, effective and professional. He then turned back and removed from one drawer what it seemed a small blaster.
"Kusarian KY-14R by Kishiro Military Department. Compact and effective." He pressed two buttons in the blaster handle and the blaster barrel extended to a rifle size as well as the handle. "Thirty standard IH rounds, effective up to 1500 meters against unarmored targets. Has an index bypass rate of 56.2% versus standard shield harmonics. 67.4% effectiveness against military grade personal body armor." He clicked the buttons again and the barrel and handle retracted back to the main body of the blaster. Silver nodded, and the man walked towards one of the nearest shelves, removing an SMG sized blaster. He carefully placed it on top of the counter.
"Liberty AR-780DM by Detroit Munitions. A staple of close combat." He picked up and prepared it. One button clicked, a small barrel appeared from the main body. "High density impact shot. Up to twelve rounds per recharge. Excellent versus armored oponents. The suppressing power of the main barrel is currently of sixty rounds. With the modifications we have implemented, EM rounds are now available with an index bypass rate of 86.9% versus standard shield harmonics. Effective up to 150 meters." Silver nodded again and the man placed the SMG blaster on top of the counter. He turned around and opened a small cabinet door behind him.
He then removed a wooden box. He carefully placed it on the centre of the counter and turned the opening towards Silver. His hands, slowly opened the lid. In it, a blaster handgun, very detailed and surprisingly using a very old design. Silver rose an eyebrow and looked at the man. He then spoke.
"Rheinland Sense-MK12 by Von Rohe Militär Works. Only three in existance. Designed and built by Heinrich Jackson this year. One belongs to the Rheinland Military Admiral, Driedrik Sterr and another was sent to the Libertonian Fleet Admiral, Alan Jones, as a celebratory gift for the day of the end of the Rheinland-Liberty war." He then turned the box and picked it up. Aiming it, a shimmer appeared in front of the man's body. "Self-contained forward shield. Military grade harmonic range. Effective up to 90 meters. IH and EM rounds, depending on recharge. Military grade ones, however. Six rounds capacity. Can be charged to one, with a destructive rate of 7.4 in the Voelkel scale. Excellent against armored and shielded targets." He then softly touched it, caressing the design. "One of a kind. A masterpiece of Rheinland precision and excellency."
Silver eyes gleamed, and the man kept his composure as he placed the handgun back in the box. Silver touched it and a warm feeling flooded her mind. Her eyes rose up. "I'll take it."
"250 Million credits, Frau Silber." He stated, being replied by a waving of Silver's hand. She perused the rest of the room and the man prepared a flute of champagne, that he then offered to her. Sipping, she caressed the fabric of one of the body armors.
"I will also need four GM-5 grenades. One of your Tyrian body armors annnnnd.... That knife." She pointed at the nearest carbon handle combat knife. The man nodded and a holo console appeared. "That will total to 255.678.800 credits, Dame Silber." A hand placement appeared in the counter and Silver placed it. A small beep indicated the transfer was complete.
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