The sound of clanging and gunshots echoed down the hallways of the Hellfire Legion Gunboat HFGB Silverfire. The nervous guard peered down the hallways, his gun at the ready. A man in a plain Grey tunic and a thick black vest walked up, holding a laser rifle. The guard raised his flak cannon and pulled the trigger... then fell over dead as the gunshot bounced off the vest and back at him. The Assassin patted the vest, killed the other guard, and slid the door to the Bridge open.
Grand Admiral Denelo Mori turned around as he heard the door open, and as he turned, several of his men were mowed down. He reached for a weapon, but it was too late; the weapons had been hit, and most of his men were dead. The rest were quickly cut down.
"So." Began the Grand Admiral, "Who do you think you are? The longer you talk, the longer you live."
The Assassin laughed in Denelo's face. "Hah! You're in no position to be making threats. I'm armed, you aren't. And you're the one who I need dead. I think I have the advantage here."
A smile crept onto Denelo's face. "Wrong. Only one out of 4 right. I am in a position to be making threats, I am armed, and I have the advantage." Denelo drew a golden-colored Katana from his belt a hastily removed the Assassin's head from the rest of his body.
"So, what were you saying again?" He frowned at his bridge. Almost his entire crew was dead. "Not again... Good the the first officer's not on board, he's the best one I've ever seen." He moved to his ship's communicator and called for assistance.
(EDIT: ooc: If anyone wants an invite to post, just tell me.)
Executive Commander Mori of the Hellfire Legion flew out of the asteroid field, headed for the Vespucci Jump Hole.
"Not long now... glad that's finally over." He muttered to himself. He had been on long-range patrol to Omicron Theta, and his Scimitar was badly damaged and certainly wouldn't survive another attack. During his patrol, the former Executive Commander, Mark Kaine, had done... something. No one quite knew what, but he had been demoted to Captain, and Denelo had been promoted.
"Insane Nomads... those Bounty Hunters didn't help either." He continued muttering. "Huh? What's that?" He switched on his communicator as a Guardian appeared on his scanners, within the restricted space surrounding the Vespucci Jump Hole. His IFF identified it as a mercenary.
"This is the Hellfire Legion Executive Commander Mori, to unknown ship. You are in restricted space. I suggest you leave at once." He said over the communicator. The ship replied: "Heh, you're in a bad spot. I hope your affairs are in order. Today... you die." The other communicator was switched off, and the ship opened fire. "Wha- All units in the area, this is Executive Commander Mori, I am under attack near the Vespucci Jump Hole!" Then, Denelo engaged.
While the other pilot was well-armed, he wasn't very good. In second flat, Denelo had his shield down. However... the assassin had a trick up his sleeve. He fired on Denelo's Cargo Bay, damaging the bay doors, which snapped off as everything inside, including all of Denelo's Repair Bots and Shield Batteries, as well as his ammo, came out. Denelo's shield lost power, and was quickly removed, and his nearly-destroyed Scimitar began disintegrating after a single round of gunfire. He activated the auto-pilot and ran to put on a space suit, as he had no escape pod due to Nomads and a malfunctioning alarm. He lept out of his cargo bay, his ship exploding behind him.
He turned to the opposing ship, as it aimed all of it's guns at him. A normal human would stand no chance against a fighter while in a space suit.
Denelo was not a normal human.
He placed his anti-gravitational boots in reverse, so that instead of lowering the effects of gravity on him, they raised them. He attached to the closest thing of any considerable mass... the Assassin's fighter. He then glanced at the engines, and a grin spread across his face as he pointed his fighter at a certain spot on the hull, switched his boots back to normal, placed them at full power, and fired off a bolt of electricity from his finger. The Assassin didn't know what hit him. Denelo activated his comm unit and called Mactan Base for a pickup...
(ooc: Note: The Lightning Bolt thing is not powergaming. See this thread for more details: SiN Tech Surgery RP thread)
There was much screaming and yelling as the Medical Team on America Base slumped over a limp body. Nobody was certain of what exactly had happened to him. All they knew was that he was half dead when they found him in an Escape Pod floating through space. This man was badly burned and poisoned. No one was sure whether or not he would even live, but they were one of the greatest medical cores in Sirius, and if they couldn't do it, who could?
"Sir, I've found his information, his name is Aralie Phelps. He's the Hellfire Legion Flight Instructor. Should we wake him up and ask what happened?" Asks a medical student. The man whom is addressed looks at the student with disgust.
"Of course we're going to wake him up! We have to find out the extent of his injuries. This man doesn't make many trips to the hospital, unlike most pilots, so I remember him well."
The student reluctantly walks toward the half dead man. He takes a second to gaze at the man. He notices his pale skin, bruised body, puffy eyes, and slow chest movements, all bad signs. The student reaches out to lightly shake him, but his hand is grabbed by Aralie. "Ahhhhhhhh!" The student hops back in alarm.
Aralie analyzes the room, and says: "Doctor Swortsk, what's going on?" After trying to sit up, Aralie is shocked by the intense pain. "GAH!" The pain is so intense Aralie has to fight to stay conscious. "I know why you came here and what your going to ask Doctor." Aralie says with great difficulty, "Come back tomorrow when I have the strength."
Aralie tries to fall back to sleep, but the Doctor slaps him. "Stay awake! We need to know what happened." The doctor slips Aralie a pill, and says: "Take that, it'll numb the pain." Aralie sits up and doesn't feel pain, just tiny pulls. Aralie hazily recalls the events.
"Three weeks ago I was called to the intel office. I was told i would be going solo on this mission. My objective was to explore a system through this uncharted Jump Hole. I thought it was strange Executive Commander Mori or Supreme Commander Kai Thastus hadn't gave me prior notice, but I didn't think much of it, as excitement outweighed common sense. It was a chance to find and name a system and gain eternal glory."
"I was told to follow the waypoints sent to my computer to the jump hole and record every event of the way. I quickly packed up on supplies and headed out without telling anyone. The strangest thing that occurred was bounty hunters trying to stop me when no one but myself and intel knew about this mission. Also people tried to stab and shoot me in bars. I also had a hard time breathing inside my cockpit. I was determined and nothing would stop me."
"I made contact with no one during the trip, though I did go to call intel a few times for more information, but the sender of the mission was never there. It was about 22 days after I left that I received a transmission from Mactan Base. It was my Co-Pilot that I had left at Phoenix shipyard. He said intel data had been hacked and that the mission I was on led to a system that had a sun so big it occupied the whole system. It was too late as I was already in the jump hole. My Co-pilot said he had been working on this new technology that could create small temporary jump holes with a generator attached to your ship. I had taken the ship before he got to test it, however. I told him he might as well try because if i didn't work I'd die anyway. That was the last thing I remember."
A man sprints down the hallways of America Base, his brow furrowed with concern. He races to a metal door and knocks. "Come in." Comes a voice from inside.
The man runs in, nearly running into the man already inside. "Be careful there." Says the second man, Denelo Mori, Executive Commander of the Hellfire Legion. "So sorry Sir," Replies the first man, Dr. Phelps, "But they just found my son. He was given a non-existent mission to explore an uncharted system from someone who hacked into intel. On the way, Bounty Hunters and random people it Bars attacked him, and someone put poison in his cockpit. On top of that, the Jump Hole lead to the Corona of a star. He only managed to escape because of some sort of new, untested technology. Seems someone wanted Major Aralie Phelps dead."
"Understood. Tend to his wounds." Denelo turns away from the Doctor. "Dismissed."
Mark Kaine frantically whacked his communicator on the side.
"Work, Damn you!!!"
He was answered with a black screen, and several non-responsive buttons. The disgraced Captain needed help, and fast. Eating dinner at his villa with a date, his communicator beeped. He had stepped out of the room, then looked down at the console. It went black. Mark sighed, then entered the dining room again.
"Awww, sonuvabitch."
His date, an attractive woman, blonde hair, and sparkling blue eyes, lay on the floor, blood seeping from the cut on her throat. The former Commander put his hand on his Liberty Navy "Liberator" pistol, and pulled it out of the specially designed holster resting on his right hip. This was the same pistol that had been issued to him, way back when he was a Lieutenant in the Navy.
"Computer, Red Alert. Lockdown the building."
"Yes, Mark. All exits are shut. Motion detectors on. Shall I power up the defense droids?"
"Yes, Computer."
A door slid open near the now overturned table. Several 4-foot tall robots rolled out, armed with every conceivable weapon.
A crack resounded through the building.
"What the hell was that?"
I am a long-absent Supreme Commander, Executive Commander, Grand Admiral, Fleet Admiral, and Captain in the mighty Hellfire Legion. I have returned, and am on an urgent mission from Drake Thastus to return the Legion to its former glory, and to claim the galaxy for its own. Only then will I be able to rest.
RP Story (Still deciding whether or not to finish)
Denelo Mori was standing in the main Training Room of the GRCS Goldenflame, talking to a Lane Hacker. "Yes, they said he was found in his home. Seems he was hit over the head with a small, heavy object. Still out cold, but he'll be fine in a few hours." Replied the Hacker.
"Good. Thank you." Denelo went back to his training as the Lane Hacker walked out...
Denelo was sitting in the middle of the training room on the GRCS Goldenflame. Most of the ship was asleep (besides the guards and the night shift scanning crew), but he was thinking. Almost all the highest ranking or former highest-ranking members of the Legion had had failed assassination attempts made on them. Someone was really determined to kill them off. Who could it be... The SCRA, the Corsairs, the Phantoms... all three of them instantly sprang to mind.
But there was a nagging thought in the back of his mind... That Junker they had imprisoned in Monterrey Base... but no, it couldn't be, as that madman had been locked up with no communication to the outside for months.
He stood and walked out to the hall, looking out a window, admiring the scenery of Vespucci. An excellent system to call home... America Base... Lane Hacker Sabres... the Magellan Jump Hole... a wing of Mantas and Sea Serpents... wait, a wing of Mantas and Sea Serpents?
Denelo hit the alarm button. The Night Crew stopped playing chess and flying in the simulators and ran to battle positions. Denelo took his place in the bridge. "Activate turrets! Prepare Cruise Disrupters! Engage all hostile targets!"
The massive Carrier began moving toward the wing of infiltrators, all it's guns blazing, as the hostile fighters ran for America Base. "Fat chance..." Muttered Denelo, and then louder: "Fire Cruise Disrupters!". Two Disrupters fired from the underside of the Carrier, stopping the infiltrators in their tracks. The ships were quickly obliterated.
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Later, in the Cargo Hold on the GRCS Goldenflame...
"Sir, we managed to tractor this one's escape pod." a pilot told the Executive Commander. "Good... very good. Thank you." was the reply. The Pilot walked off.
Denelo looked at the unconscious man in the prison cell. "Sleep well... tomorrow will be unpleasant." He muttered.
Denelo was sitting in the Bar of Freeport 4. He was waiting for a captured prisoner to come back, as that prisoner was a likely candidate for the Legion. The Prisoner seemed to hate Corsairs, and after seeing the man's father, a Corsair, Denelo couldn't blame him.
The Corsair, Peter Halfmoon, had attempted to kill his son. When Denelo had stopped him, he'd shot Denelo in the arm and been thrown out. Denelo, mostly to keep the man from talking about how the arm had healed nearly instantly, had began talking about the Corsairs, and it seemed to be leading in a good direction.
"We have close goals, it seems." Said the prisoner, a man named Brian Halfmoon.
"You know... How'd you like to join the Legion? Asked Denelo.
"I'm tired of all those police and corporations and all... so yes, sounds good to me." Replied Brian.
"Very good. I'll get you set up." Denelo said. They walked off towards their ships.
A prisoner groans as his raw body is stretched on a rack. He mutters something, and the torturer yells: "Speak up!" The prisoner replies: "I said... hired by the South Alliance! Just please... please make it stop..." The Torturer responds. "Thank you, that's all I wanted to know. Now it will stop." The torturer steps back and a guard shoots the prisoner...
(America Base, Vespucci)
"Hm... interesting. Thank you, good job." Denelo says to a pilot.