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  1. starwarsbeauty

    starwarsbeauty Jedi Master star 4

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    Feb 1, 2005
    IC: Vashti Schick
    Corben's Inn


    Vashti took a few steps away from the man so she could give his order to Mrs. Corben. She'd taken up enough of his time but his voice stopped her. Her head turned slightly as she smiled at him.

    "Does he have any trouble with you peole?"

    Walking back to him, she placed her elbows on the counter and rested her chin on her hands.

    "He surely looks like a troubled man."

    A questioning look on her face, Vashti wondered how to answer his question. Then her mind began to wonder about him and where he was from and why he was here. Then it went to where all their customers were from and why were they here. The boy and his father, the man who Mr. Corben was excited to see, and the man if front of her.

    Something made a noise next her her and she realized she dropped her pad of paper. She felt her blush coming on and remembered Mr. Clay was still waiting for an answer.

    "Well, they, the Russ family, are rivals of a sort with the Corbens and that is Gordon Russ, trouble maker."

    Giggling, she could hear her fathers warning about staying away from the Russ family.

    "They are trouble makers, my dear, and not for you to bother with."

    Her curious childlike eyes looked up at her father. "But daddy, aren't we supposed to help everyone? Befriend everyone? How can I get him to come to church if I can't talk to him?"

    "That is for me to worry about and not you. No reason to put my pretty little girl in the line of fire.


    She never questioned her father which meant she never really got to know the Russ family.

    She then remembered that the truck hadn't gotten here and that is probably why Gordon was here. No reason to tell Mr. Clay that though.

    "Anyway, I am sure Mr. Corben will deal with him. He always does."

    Nodding and brushing it all off like it wasn't a big deal, she began to walk away again. There wasn't a point in worrying him over the diners worries.

    Tag: TheSithGirly, Mecatolrex, Fin, others at Corben's Inn
     
  2. BartSimpson-SithLord

    BartSimpson-SithLord Manager Emeritus star 5 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Jan 24, 2002
    Talbot Kincade
    Apartment 3F ? Chinatown
    June 6th, 2012
    02:32


    "There's nothing here. Nothing that explains who I'm supposed to have fun with." Kincade said aloud as his search turned up nothing so far. No supplies, no list, nothing. The apartment was practically barren. It all gave Kincade a very bad feeling. Especially considering the only escape routes were one fire escape and a door that had a claymore for a welcome mat.

    Then the cell phone rang. Kincade looked at it and noticed it was from this Garrett, the number in the speed dial.

    "Where's the list, Mr. Garrett. I don't like being lead on." Kincade said instead of a greeting.

    ?Kincade.? It was Garrett?s voice. ?I forgot to tell you.? In the background Kincade could hear someone else ask Garrett a question. The voice was muffled but Garrett?s answer was clear. ?No, he?s not me. Now shut up.?

    ?Kincade, sorry about that, the list is on the fridge. Take it easy.? The line went dead.


    Kincade sighed. Did that imbecile really think he hadn't already checked the front and sides of the fridge? There was nothing there save for the empty fridge that he'd told him about. Perhaps it wasn't so empty after all, Kincade realized as he grabbed his fedora and headed for the refrigerator. This is so obviously a trap. Now just to see how smart this man is.

    Kincade slowly opened the door, revealing a rather gruesome sight inside. One of his old squad mates, Kincade didn't really care to see who, lay cold and dead inside the appliance. A timer protruding from his mouth that read :10 seconds and lead to blasting caps inside a satchel bomb strapped to the body. A note on his chest simply stated "goodbye".

    Kincade knew he had to move, but still allowed himself time to admonish Garrett as he ran for the fire escape. "The idiot actually put his grand trap on a timer that has to be triggered!" He began to laugh as he jumped to the side of the fire escape and swung down to the lower level. Still 5 seconds left in the timer by Kincade's count as he swung again down to the lowest level of the fire escape.

    Kincade hit the ground and headed for a nearby dumpster. He hid behind the metal contraption as the explosion rocked the neighborhood. Kincade listened and smiled at the sound of the blast. He always loved the satchel bombs. In a way he had to respect this Garrett...of course he now had to kill him as well, but so was life.

    TAG: Republic_Anvil
     
  3. Sir_Draco

    Sir_Draco Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2007
    Rufus Jameson
    Palace, Chambers

    He watched at the new arrival and his eyes became slits. Did that guy to blackmail him, by threatening him that he would keep his trash and not allow Rufus to carry it out ofr him? Seemed to be used to people fearing him. Or was simply a bloody amateur. Inhaling another breath Rufus looked at him. "Okay, then we will have to wait until I smoked that one. And probably one more asfter that one. You know what? Let´s wait until I smoked the whole package. Then we´re sure that I don´t disturb you, by feeling the need to satisfy my addiction. You know, that is what I love about your country. You are so relaxed. Everybody else in any other country would think time is essential in a manhunt, but you guys are pretty cool. Take your time. Play some games. I really appreciate how easy going you treat these matters." Rufus said and gave Kavesh a mocking grin. "And you know wha`? they´re so cheap, I bought six packages. Even I need a day to get those killed." He laughed bitter at the man and then put his eyes on Kavesh again. He already had enough of these sadistic powermongers. And their dark designs. They were freaking around with the wrong American idiot. "So get that stick out of your butt and begin briefing, or I am on my way home and you do the explanations. Sucker." Rufus spitted out and looked over to Lilith. "And I wanted to ask for a date, so I would prefer to get done with this fast."

    Oh yeah, that hit a cord inside Mr. Cool, he could see that. The lack of reaction was even better than any . . .

    Tag: Sinrebirth, Fin
     
  4. spycoder9

    spycoder9 Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jul 23, 2008
    Episode One, Chapter Two
    In Character: Dr. Camden Fossett
    (NPC's: Gina)

    Boston Medical Center, Boston

    In acceptance of the young boy's hand, Camden led the boy down the small hallway towards a room. He opened the door to a room that read KIDS in big letters, and inside he noticed the decorations. The walls were painted with animals large and small. He noticed the boy's excitement in the facial structure of him. Camden sat him down on the small bed, where the small boy stared down at his arms and clothes. Camden decided to tackle that cut on his forehead. Getting a small cotton ball, he dipped it into water and some other medicine, and then he dabbed it on the boy's head.

    ?Sorry if this hurts. It will only hurt a little,? he said, and then looked down at the arms. They were badly scorched, and the scratches were bad enough to need stitches. That would be a last resort. After dabbing the forehead, he used the rest of the wetness on the cotton ball to wipe the boy's face. The boy looked scared, or at least he thought he did. Also he got a small swab of the boy's snot, which was running down his face. ?In a minute, we will see if you have the flu,? he said, and then he turned to the wall, where he stood the boy up to. After noting the height, he got his weight. Very light weighted, he noted, and wrote it down on his chart.

    After that, he moved the boy and took his blood pressure. Normal. After that, he handed the boy a small rag covered in water, and laid them on the boy's arms. That would keep his arms cool while he was gone. Heading toward Gina, who was his source of information, he asked her about the child. ?Any other information about the boy? Could I see the mother?? he asked, but Gina shook her head. ?The mother is in surgery. They won't let anyone in. How is the boy?? she asked, and Camden filled her in. After that, he decided to call his wife. There was no answer, so he guessed she went shopping. Looking at the flu test, he decided the boy didn't have it.

    Returning to the room, he finished applying the stitches to the boy's arms. Afterwards, as Camden showered him down and offered him some hospital robes while he clothes were washed, he kept hoping the boy would say something. After the he let the boy lay down, he approached him, walking beside him.

    ?What is your name?? Camden asked, and hoped for once he would hear the boy speak.

    TAG: Republic_Anvil
     
  5. blubeast1237

    blubeast1237 Jedi Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 10, 2007
    Rosheen Sharma
    -Boston Family Pharmacy


    Rosheen stood up from behind the counter, keeping his gun aimed on the man, though ever motionless he lied, and approached him slowly. He got close enough for him to kick the gun out of his hand and, after checking the pulse, clipped his gun away. This was the first man he had killed and while the movies and cop dramas told him that he should be shocked and crying, he actually did not feel anything. He felt that he had done his job and that he had followed procedure to the letter in trying to get the shooter to put down the gun.

    ?Dumb idiot.?
    Taking one last look at the shooter, Rosheen turned away to the police truck that probably replaced the SWAT truck. They were escorting the downed officer onto a gurney and into the truck. SWAT, of course, started searching the store for more people. ?Took you jackoffs long enough. How the hell do you flip a truck over?? They had the look of someone who would want to argue, but instead continued inside the pharmacy. He continued to his car and, once inside, called in on his radio. ?I have a 444 at Boston Family Pharmacy.?

    He closed his door and sat on the hood of his car. Thanks to what just happened, he would not be going anywhere for a while. First, he would have to give his take, then it would have to be confirmed, and then the investigation would go down and see if he followed procedure. It was going to be a wild week.

    Tag: Anvil
     
  6. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    TGI mailed this via hotmail. I assume he meant me to post it.
    And the info of him is right. Update comes within´the next 12 hours. So if you want to be included, get your post in.


    [i]
    ooc: a short one, but wanted to be in before the update tonight. [/i]

    [b]John Henley[/b]
    [i]Corben´s Inn[/i]

    As the last tunes of his song played, his cover was blown. It had never been much of a cover, anyway. He had just hoped people did not recognize him. TThe giggles and his album making the round. The elder man was still talking to the young girl. While the boy got some advice from his father. He probably wouldn´t listen. Young men never did. But a nice touch of his father anyway.

    And John sat there, sipping his coffee. Alone. The scent of death creeping into that scene.

    [b]Tag: Fin, others[/b]
     
  7. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    ooc: Totally combined with my GM Fin. He wrote large parts of these. I did the Laura part, only . . .

    Laura Blohm
    Trainstation Kellinghusenstr.

    It was not as wamr as she had hoped. no chance of her and the little one playing outside. But it did not rain as bad as usually. She took the Martinistreet and passed the Eppendorfer Markt, where Busses swarmed around. She ignored them as usual. To the point where she was almost killed by one. Smiling she she apologized but saw the driver yelling at her, also the sound did not escape his driver cabin. Gesturing she was sorry, she hushed back on the pavement and had to laugh about herself. Pulling the earplugs of her mp3player back to her ears she searched the display for a song she would like to hear. Something fitting her mood. 10 GB and only happy stuff on it. She cursed herself for that and finally found something suitable. Portishead. Notihng bad for rainy days in Hamburg where your guy doesn´t call back. She picks her choice and sighs at the pure beauty of the songs sadness.

    [image=http://de.academic.ru/pictures/dewiki/72/Hamburg_-_U-Bahn_Kellinghusenstrasse.jpg]


    And with a bitter smile she tries again to reach Robert. But he isn´t there. She has given up to reach him, but somerthing inside of her hasn´t given up on calling him. Passing the long streets of Eppendorf, so undecided between green and asphalt it is simply irrelevant what they look like. And turns around hte corner to reach the small Kellinghusenstreet Station of the subway. U1 will arrive in two minutes she sees and begins to run. Her heavy bag biting into her flesh. She takes the saitrs, dodging colliding people and taking to steps at once with small jumps. As she arrives on the platform, the U1 opens it´s doors and she slips in. Breathing heavy, she sends a guy with a bike staqnding there a smile. He returns it and hse already regrets it. Stop behaving like you´re single. That guy will chat you up! She tells herself and tries to get some space between her and him.

    And as she passes through the medium filled subway, she suddenly sees someone outside, vaguely familair. She thinks it might be someone from classes. Or parties. But then realizes, who this young woman is. This young woman looking straight back at her.

    Herself.

    A mirror refelction. Slightly older looking, or simply more exhausted. With clothes she does not own. But it is her face. A twin. A doppelgänger. Another her.

    Confused Laura raises her hand. Only to see if any reaction comes to make sure she is not making this up, or falling for a visual deception to her eye. But the woman raised her hand in return. Her smile was bitter and sad. And obviously meant for her.

    "Was zum Teufel!" Escaped her lips and only then she realized that the subway would begin to move any second. Pushing, forcing her way through the other people she tried to make her way to the nearest exit. The bells already warned of closing doors. Stumbling over a case set down on the floor, she tried to get up . . . but to late to get out of the subway. The doors locked and the subway began to move. And just as she got to the plexiglass window and hammered against it, on the other side the other her appeared. Pressing a piece of paper against the window. Laura had barely enough time to read it, before it began to move. Her brain had not yet understood what was there, when the other her failed ot keep up with the subways speed and fell behind.

    Robert war in Kiel. Geh nicht zu Vater.

    She got a last look on the older her, as the woman was fast left behind. Then the darkness of the tunnels consumed the image.

    [image=http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/1214/lauraalt.png]


    Tag: Myelf, Fin



     
  8. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2002
    IC: Father Joseph McEneny

    The ragged, bloody fingers jammed themselves through the screen, wiggling like demonic worms returned from a feast. They tore the divider, and then absconded, leaving through the side of the confessional with the rest of their body. All the while, Roland screamed.

    "I . . . I . . . I couldn´t do anything else. They forced me, you hear me? Father. The Devil. The Devil . . . oh god, my kid! My KID! "LIIIIZY!"

    He tracked tears onto the church's floor as he ran amidst the pews, and smashed his head against one. Repeatedly. The blood!

    Father McEneny bolted from the confessional, running to Roland Bloom. He grabbed the crazed man, trying to restrain his shuddering, jerking body. His black vestments were shone with blood in the colored light of the stained glass. "Anyone!" the priest yelled, "Help! Sister Juana! James! Anyone?! Doctor Jenkins, are you here yet?" No answers, but he would wait. He would keep calling out. The veterans would be arriving soon. "Someone call an ambulance!"

    "Shh....calm yourself, Roland. Roland! Roland, calm down, I can't help you unless you calm down, okay? I want to help."

    TAG: GM
     
  9. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Chapter I - It´s all about the Benjmins . . .


    Tarpenbekstr. 55

    Thomas stayed alone in the flat. Listening to his music and suddenly feeling the drugs stop working and fatigue creeping into his consciousness. Indeed, he was tired. After he had spend so many hours mixing, playing and that girl he met . . . tired . . .

    He was so tired, he almost missed the sound of the door as it opened and Laura returned. Looking kinda exhausted and wearing a completely different dress. One he had never seen on her.

    She came in, stopped and stared at him. All that escaped her was a smile that did not looked like anybody behind it was actually truly smiling. And a dry. "Hi." Before she was on her way to her room door . . .

    Tag: LordTroepfchen



    Dreamnet Internetcafé, Lokstedt

    Maja Caspari had retreated into the safety of the internetcafé and tried to find out more about the mysterious MySpace site of DJ Dexter. And up-and-coming DJ originating from Hamburg. he had all the right tihngs in his bio. Summer-jobs on Ibiza, Remixes of famous people, an own album and a hit in the Dance Charts called "I got the pill". An oridnary guy trying to make it. And probably enjoying his fast fading fifteen minutes of fame.

    She found the blog entries about him, his own blog. She had his bio on a dozen pages about him. Comments on him on youtube and even found a facebook group dedicated to some parties he organized. His tour was running, consisting of a few raves in loose succession over the next three month. Nothing special was about him. On that specific night, he would actually do something in the "Alte Schlachterei" she could take from the dates. He had been busy lately. Bremen, Heidelberg, Berlin, twice. Flensburg, Lübeck, Oldenburg. He had even been in Kiel.

    Kiel . . . ?

    Kiel. 4th of June. Luna Club. Bergstrasse Kiel. Begin 22:00. That was five minutes before every single person in that town vanished. But if the MySpace site was right, he had not vanished. Not at all. He had played the night after that in the China Lounge on the Kiez . . .

    DJ Dexter, whoever he was . . . was probably the only existing witness to whatever had happened in Kiel.

    Tag: Skiara


    Martinistrasse, Eppendorf

    Hoshi had largely ignored Thomas and was on his way to training. Just as he was out of the door, Laura, who had just left them half an hour ago returned. Smiling at him, sadly. "Hey." She said and made her way into the floor as he left. She was wearing different clothes and looked totally different styled. Not necessary more elegant. Actually more casual than before.

    Right that moment his mobile rang. His international one. It was from Japan. The number was his aunts. And as far as Hoshi could recall it, it was the first time ever she called him.

    Tag: BenStormrider


    Flughafenhotel Bremen, ESTI Command

    People were still talking to each other. Mostly in German. Jonas kept his cool, despite Markus Christianson completely loosing his.
    "A car and a GPS, yes? Maybe a machine gun, muscle-shirt and frontlet, so you can play Rambo with some authenticity? Markus, get your head straight, will you? The world is being flushed down the toilet. You wanna help your wife and kid? Oh sorry, Ex-Wife. Get answers. Because you won´t be able to safe them with a car and a GPS. But here you can!" He now showed a little of the colder side he was hiding so well. Then Jonas folded his arms and turned to the assistant next ot him. "Okay, okay, I get it. You are worried. Get to work and I´ll make sure you are with our first team to leave to Hamburg tomorrow, okay? Armed escort. Non of us leaves alone, anyway." He added. Then hock his head. "You´re lucky I got a weak spot for you computer guys. And my advise is, call her before yo ustart stalking her and your little daughter Alice. Because last time I checked my files about Prof. Maria Christianson-Finke and her little daughter Alice Finke she did
     
  10. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Chapter V - Einstein was wrong

    The Palace

    Outside - Perimeter

    There were many secret corridors and passages inside and around the temple. They served as entries and exits for the lesser secret passages into the area, the two iron gates, heavy guarded by the King´s troops. But every secret exit, could be used to enter the grounds, too. And in the case of the most secret passages, those only known to the closest advisers of the King, these corridors lead to calm, lonely places inside the area. Places from which one could move into any part of the structure. Combined with plans, blueprints of the palace who showed the guards and buildings in detail such plans were devastating if used by the right people.

    The men entering the palace were such people. Men without names, identities or conscience. The only thing these men had was their excellent set of skills and their price.
    Double taps from silenced guns killed a dozen guards in the first seconds of their arrival. Knifes cut throat. They were fast, efficient and very, very silent. Two minutes and the Black Ops had taken down the five key-guards who could have set on the alarm. In the fourth minute they had the anti-air artillery under their control. From there, things went much less secret. Explosives were planted at tactical relevant places and a single signal over an encoded frequency told the incoming attack-force everything for their arrival had been prepared.

    A few minutes later the battle for the Palace had begun . . .

    Tag: Nobody, yet


    Guest Chambers


    Kavesh gave the American a long, hard look. The chief of security has just decided he hated the man. Then his lip raised in disgust. Yet, he knew that he could not allow himself to stay inactive. The American could not be allowed such power. Time to balance this embarrassment would come soon enough. He looked over to Lilith and a smile appeared on his thin lips. Opportunities for all kinds of things were about to arise.

    "You are looking for a man, age 29 of Polish origins, but German nationality. Jacob Zinsky. He is a programmer and scientific assistant at the Humbold University Berlin, speaks perfect English and German as well as several languages you can only express in digital numbers." He smiled about his own joke. His smile always looked like he was in pain, when doing so. "He has entered the country about two weeks ago for unknown reasons and has since then vanished. On purpose, we assume. He had several contacts via chat, though. We could not intercept any, thanks to his very enhanced ability in coding his transfers. What we know is he was in Kathmandu 5 days ago and took over 2000 ? from his bank account. A lot of money in our poor country. The date where he withdraw the money and where he was seen back then are in this file. Find him and bring him here. Immediately." Kavesh ended his briefing with a simple. "The King wishes so." And in that moment they heard helicopters passing the palace from above.

    Kavesh looked up, as if he could see through the walls and handed without looking a file over to Jameson. On the front a picture of Jacob Zinsky, his target was pinned.

    [image=http://www.gala.de/asset/Image/artikel/life/2008/september/Jim_Rakete/jim-rakete400.jpg]

    Tag: Draco, Sinrebirth


    Approaching the Palace

    [image=http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/3489/desktop48005pb.jpg]

    Daniel Beckfris could barely hear his own words, as the small fleet of helicopters made their way over the top of the nearby mountains and swiftly made their way to the now prepared Palace. Where the first clue in a line of clues would wait to a scavenger-hunt with an especially high price. The only known person in the universe to have any clue what the Change actually was.

    Beckfris had bought himself that army on short notice. Professional private armies had spread in the recent years like the plaque all over Eastern Europe and Africa. This one
     
  11. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Chapter IV - An American Nightmare


    Corben´s Inn, Nevada

    As the door opened John Henley's song was over. Nick Cave took his place, with his own sad tune. A detail many of them would later remember. One of these macabre details.

    Gordon Russ entered the Diner and his eyes seemed to burn holes into the air, as he scanned the room for any Corben he could find. As he found Gil, he hissed out air.
    That was all the noise he made. Sharon saw something terrible was happening in Gil Corben´s face. And then felt the warm fluid on her back and the thundering detonation, as the shell of the first shot catapulted out of the chamber and a new, second shot took it´s place.

    They would all later remember that seconds very clearly. Gordon Russ did not talk, once he was in. He did not scream or excuse. Something cold was in him. His eyes looked dead and uncaring. Only his tensed body showed the suppressed rage.

    Gordon Russ allowed the blanket to slip from his rifle. They would remember how he raised the gun, his face a mask of anger and hatred. It was the moment Gil Corben saw it and his eyes widened. John Henley saw the barrel of the Mossberg coming up next to him, pointing towards the bar. Vashti looked right at it, thanks to her short chatter with Jackson Clay to far away from the scene to be in danger of getting hit. Jackson, himself also saw it happening. To far, too fast to do anything about it. The old woman had covered her ears. Martha Corben turned around as she also felt the blood on her backside. Alex- waiting at the bar for the girls return- saw the people behind the bar turning and the owner´s face frightened, as he raised his hands in a desperate defense. "Gordon, NO!" Someone shouted. "What the . . ." "Oh my God!" "Gordon. GORDON!"

    Then the shot thundered through Corben´s Inn. And then silence. Followed by the remorseless noise of a pump-action shotgun reloading. The empty shell ejected and making it´s way to the ground. With a new one replacing it, ready for a second deadly shot.

    Next to Alex his father Joshua Rouse collapsed.

    And a broad grin appeared on Gordon´s face.


    Tag: Mec, Xany, swbeauty, TSG, TGI






    [b]Chapter III: Safe From Harm[/b] will be updated tomorrow, to leave people a chance to get their posts in before then . . .
     
  12. The_Dark_Overlord

    The_Dark_Overlord Jedi Padawan star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 16, 2002
    OOC: nothing to see here but a big missunderstanding :)
     
  13. Sir_Draco

    Sir_Draco Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2007
    ooc: Indeed. Sorry for the ooc, Fin. Next time I use PM. I should have known better. [face_blush]
     
  14. The_Dark_Overlord

    The_Dark_Overlord Jedi Padawan star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 16, 2002
    IC
    Daniel Beckfris
    Royal Palace, Nepal
    Hell

    "Good, good" He replied. "Make sure he doesn't make it, but keep the head intact. His body might prove useful some day in the future" he smirked and looked out through the window, the scenery had been same for a few hours. Barren mountains and snow, endless snow.. oh god how he hated snow. Why they chose to live here was beyond him. But if that's what they wanted, so be it.
    The Change had haunted his mind for months now, who?! Who was behind this.. this insanity?! Who dared to try and beat him to the goal?!
    While it was impressive, that he had to admit, it was out of the question. His Armageddon would be much more elaborate, much more.. excellent.


    The small army of black helicopter filled the sky above the palace, side-mounted mini guns started to spit out their deadly stings and washed the front stairs of the palace in blood and lead. The same thing was happening all around the palace, outside resistance was met with the barks of bigger guns. All while the black ops team made their way to The Kings chamber using secret passage ways they had gained knowledge of from a very opportunist security chief. Dog eats dog eh?
    Guards taken by surprise, maids and cooks, maintenance and service personnel that kept the palace alive every day. Everyone met the same faith, a bullet in the heart and a bullet in the brain. No mercy, only death.

    Some of the black helicopters had been equipped with grenade launchers loaded with teargas shells. They started to circle the Palace building and fire through the windows filling rooms with the unpleasant gas.
    Mercenary soldiers ascended on ropes from the helicopters onto the palace courtyard making their way to the front gates of the building. With an intense sense of organisation the men methodicaly made their way towards the gate and ended any remaining resistance. One tailing squad ran up to the large old wooden double door that could certainly tell tales centuries old. Now high explosives where attached to the door to make sure that this, this was it's final adventure to witness.

    "Team two; area Green cleared, continuing to area Blue"
    "Roger that Team Two, eagle eyes out"
    "Team three; area Yellow; medium resistance, five hostiles advice"
    "Team two re-route to area Yellow and assist"
    "Team two ten-four"
    "Team four what is your status?"
    "Team four; Area Red cleared, low on ammunition continuing towards Area Blue"
    "Ten four Team four, eagle eyes out"



    Five dark figures hurried silently down through a narrow corridor that had not seen duty the last few years, suddenly the man up front put's up his hand as a gesture for the rest of them to stop. After a quick look at a small map wrapped around his wrist he does an additional three gestures and he pushes a few tiles on the adjacent wall on his right, counts down to three with his fingers and then silently opens up what seems to be an invisible door.
    Immediately when the door is opened they push through the opening and catch three guards who stumble into the room from another opening, coughing and scratching their eyes from the teargas.

    Now, it takes less than a second for a bullet fired from one of the Special Ops members weapons to reach it's target at the current distance, the victim will suffer massive pain and most likely fall to the ground in pain if he or she is not trained to withstand pain.
    Giving this into consideration it is no point in firing only one bullet. Specially if you want it to be quick and silent, therefore, beside the point man fired each one bullet in two of the guards that, to their surprise, died that day.
    The point man on the other hand had already, out of logistical reasons made it halfway through the room to let his companions enter, when the guards noticed him.
    By then he had also already switched to his combat knife and made a swift strike with it, from a low 85 degree angle holding the knife with the blade f
     
  15. Mecatolrex

    Mecatolrex Jedi Youngling star 1

    Registered:
    Dec 9, 2009
    IC: Alex Rouse
    Corben's Inn, Nevada


    Out of our minds...

    Alex gave a slight jump as he felt a pair of hands come to rest on his shoulders, soon after realizing it was his father. He sighed a small, nervous sigh of relief and smiled. "I was doing a fair enough job of making myself look foolish without your help." he said under his breath to his father mockingly. Alex stood at the counter still looking over towards the young girl, trying to guess her name in his head and already day dreaming of what afternoons would be like with her company, if the heavens should move and he somehow got a chance with her.

    But the harshness of reality came crashing down upon him. The warm and inviting look on this girl face quickly changed to something of terror and shock. She was frozen in place. All of time seemed to be so. The low hum of the diner and its patrons was no more. A violent crack of sound had broken in.

    Then there was nothing. It was silent. And oddly enough, Alex felt, if only for a fraction of a second, calmed and at peace.

    There was no time to react. There weren't even screams. Someone cried out in the midst of the chaos, but the firearms release had drowned it out. Alex looked towards the source of the shot and locked eyes with a man, his gaze sinister and twisted, almost no longer human.

    Chi-shick

    A lone shell was thrown from the chamber and still smoking it spiraled to the floor. As did Alex's father.

    A blank stare came across his face. Seeing his father lying on the ground, it was as if this were all a bad dream. A quick glance back at the girl whose name he still wanted to know proved otherwise. Alex began breathing irregularly, fighting to regain control over himself before he looked onto the attacker once more.



    It was spring and rugby season had just begun. The whistle was blown to signal the half and [b]Alex[/b] jogged over to the side with his team to regroup. It was 15-0 and some serious work was needed to recover. He was a scoring forward and it was up to him to help lead his teammates to victory. He had never doubted himself more. His father [b]Joshua[/b] waved him over. "The team's looking fine today eh?" [b]"We've looked better, we both know that..."[/b] "So they may be faster and stronger than you. It is only theirs once you give it to them." [b]" I'm not sure if we-I can do this."[/b] "All you have to do is ask yourself, are you ready?"

    The whistle blew again and the game continued. The hot air could be felt against his face as [b]Alex[/b] stood before his opposition.

    [hr]

    The warm, dry air could be felt again, only it was that of the Nevada desert.

    [i]"And you shall be like gods..."[/i]

    A foreign voice seemed to echo the phrase inside his mind. [b]Alex[/b] stood firm, breathing heavily as he watched the shooter slowly smile. [b]"I am ready."[/b]

    [b]Alex[/b] took off and charged at the gun wielding man, the years of rugby and out running bullies as his experience in speed. He didn't think. There wasn't enough time to think. [i]"If only I could have gotten your name first."[/i]


    [b]TAG:SWBeauty, Xan, TGI, TSG, Fin.[/b]
     
  16. Penguinator

    Penguinator Former Mod star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    May 23, 2005
    "John Morris"
    Charlesbridge, Prague

    Morris raised an eyebrow.

    "What makes you think I want help? That I need it?"

    He paced slowly behind Kleym, enjoying himself.

    "If I have indeed been around for so long...then I'm not too easy to kill, am I?"

    He lunged quickly, the knife hidden up his sleeve now in his hand, the edge at Kleym's throat, one hand holding him tight.

    "And Herr Kleym...I've heard such boasts before...strong will, strong heart, strong mind..."

    He whispered into the man's ear, his English accent slipping away to the rawer Russian hidden beneath.

    "Each man who said these things broke."

    Tag: Fins
     
  17. Ben_Stormrider

    Ben_Stormrider Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Jun 15, 2006
    OOC: Yay, this post was fun. *g* I swear I didn't recognized my Char's name in that song until now. xD
    I could get used to that kind of RPG.

    IC: Hikaru Hoshi

    Hamburg
    Martinistrasse, Eppendorf


    "Hey."
    Laura said while walking past him. "Hey, Laura-san", Hikaru responded. Just a step further he stopped and turned around. "Schon zurick?", he astonishly asked in his japanese dialect. Then he recognized her change in clothes. It really confused him, but if she could change her dress so fast, she would be a natural in cosplay. Had Hikaru missed some kind of crazy german holiday? Fashion parade day or stuff?

    He intended to ask about it, but at this very moment, one of his cellphones rang. Well, actually times when phones just rang were far gone. Phones played music nowadays. A remix of kokiriko bushi, japan's oldest known folksong, heralded a call from his homeland. He shrugged his shoulders and fumbled on the inside of his jacket for the pocket with the mobile in it. Laura seemed to be in a hurry and it would be rude to delay her.

    The song felt like home, because since his childhood, he had a private game with his mother involving it. They played it whenever his mother sung that one verse: "Mukai no yama ni Hikaru mono nanja? Hoshi ka, Hotaru ka, Kogane no mushi ka?" - "What's that shining thing on the mountain's other side? Is it a star, a firefly or maybe a goldbug?" The song didn't answer the question, but Hikarus answer always was very clear: A Star. Hoshi Hikaru. Shining Star. He answered the question as if it were asking for his name. Then always his mother laughed and told him how cute he was.

    Keys, money, netsuke, tissues, netbook, digivice... Hey, I searched for that!...national phone, international phone. Got it.

    Phone in hand, Hikaru had his umbrella ready and continued his way to gym. He would talk while walking. His training still called to him. He had a need for it now.
    There were hiragana on the cell's display:
    [image=http://www.how-to-learn-japanese.com/picts/kanji-hiragana-pics/hiragana_o.jpg] [image=http://www.how-to-learn-japanese.com/picts/kanji-hiragana-pics/hiragana_ba.jpg] [image=http://www.how-to-learn-japanese.com/picts/kanji-hiragana-pics/hiragana_sa.jpg] [image=http://www.how-to-learn-japanese.com/picts/kanji-hiragana-pics/hiragana_n.jpg]

    It was his aunt. Surprise again. She had never called him until now. Last call he had from japan was his father, talking about lokal forms of The Change and priests who did their best in excorcism and curse-breaking. Accepting the call from his aunt, Hikaru politely asked how she was: "Moshimoshi. Hoshi Hikaru dayo. Oba-san, o genki desuka?"

    TAG: Fin
     
  18. DarthXan318

    DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus star 6 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Sep 12, 2002
    IC: Sharon Cosner
    Corben's Inn, Nevada, USA

    Sharon wasn't entirely sure what happened. One moment, she had been talking to Gil and Martha about a country singer, and the next -

    Chaos.

    There were screams, shouts of alarm, and above all the thunder of a gun going off in close quarters. Shotgun, Sharon noted detachedly as the gunman pumped a second shot into the chamber. She was looking at the expression on Gil's face - watching how his expression twisted into something terrible. Weapon of choice out here in the lonely desert.

    A second shot sounded.

    Sharon snapped out of it and dove for the ground. There was a thud as she hit the worn diner floor, wincing as something hard dug into her thigh - no - two thuds. The man she had taken an order from just moments ago had also gone down. Collapsed, it looked like; he had been hit. And yes - Sharon raised her gaze - for the man's son wasn't next to him. He was charging at the gunman, a young man with an insane, angry smile and a blanket half-covering his shotgun.

    Was this it? She doubted it. He was too ... crazy.

    Not that he needed to be sane to kill them all.

    Roughly, Sharon pushed herself up and to the side, seeking to put some cover between her and the lunatic - even if she very much doubted those bar stools would be any help at all. But if she could just get behind the counter...

    TAG: Mecatolrex, swbeauty, TSG, TGI, Fins!
     
  19. Skiara

    Skiara ~• RSA FFC •~ star 10 Staff Member Manager

    Registered:
    Nov 5, 2002
    IC: Maja Caspari

    Maja sat in the internet-café with her back to a wall using google to get more information about DJ Dexter. She found many pages with information about him. So that guy seemed to exit in reality as well and it shouldn't be just some kind of alias or faked identity. 'But how could he help her to find out what happened in Kiel?' she asked herself all the time while going through his blogs and bios and forums and the other pages she found. 'And how did that guy know she would be interested in that?'

    Next to her was her little notebook. Every now and then she wrote down an interesting information about him like birthday, place of birth, contact infos, music style...

    Just because she got a feel, she looked up checking if someone is watching her. It seems not that way. That's good. She wouldn't love to have a stalker nor does she want to get too much attention of anyone when she investigate in this Kiel-situation. She puts aside those thoughts and concentrated on DJ Dexter again.

    'I got a pill? What pill? Never heard of that song' she thought frowning and opened a new broswer window to look for the song text. [Loading]

    Switching back to the other windows she found his tour dates. Almost only skimming those dates and places - why should that give her any special information? - her eyes suddenly stopped at one word or was it the date next to it? Kiel, 4th of June. 'That was the day everyone disappeared in Kiel and he had performed a gig afterwards' she realised. Looking deeper into that part of the list her mouth dropped open. 'He was there... five minutes before the big... Ok, that's definately something to work on!'

    'But why didn't he run to the news people afterwards? That could have give his music career a good push forward.' She couldn't find a logical answer for it, so she kept this question in her mind for now. But what to do know? Maybe meeting is a good idea.

    'Ok, let's see, if I can get in contact with him...'

    She wrote an email under her pseudo to get accredited to his next concert and maybe to get an appointment for an interview.

    While waiting for an answer, she wrote down some more stuff about that guy and some questions for the interview - in case he has no idea and she has to fake that interview. Then she would like to be prepared.

    She took a few seconds and took a deep breath. 'If I get accredited, it will be an interesting show for sure.'

    After this she tried to investigate a bit more. Checked that Luna Club and the page with the song text which should have been loaded by now...

    Tag: Fin

     
  20. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Grand Master star 5

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    GM-Note: Let me congratulate my Co-GM Republic_Anvil for her Award ind the RPF Winter Awards as well as all of us, for winning Best-New-Non-SW-RPG. This is your Award, guys, girls! Because you are Sins of the Saints!


    Chapter III: Safe From Harm

    McRea´s House, Middlesex

    The Sheriff looked at the piece of paper. "Well nothing wrong with leaving a piece of paper on a table with an address on. Some guys dream about a woman doing that, you know." He laughed and his Deputies joined, like slaves would join their Master´s laugh.

    "You want us to check it out? If you ask me, you maybe just took a few pills too many. That is in the industrial park, near the Golf Club. Nothing special there. Probably only loads of Chinese imports." And with that he looked at Alex and his people began already withdrawing. Obviously the Sheriff was proud of his job and ready to go. Despite having not done much. "We can send a patrol over there, if you really think someone else planted this here. Otherwise I´d say you keep your eyes open, your head clear, that gun out of people´s face and the TV down. And if anything´s wrong you gimme a call, righty?"

    Tag: Kahn


    St. Thomas Church, Before the Confessional


    Roland did struggle in his Father´s grip."Please, please father! I need . . . need . . . "

    Sister Juana was the first to arrive, kneeling next to the father and trying to hold Roland. Both could hold him back only with united strength, as the veteran solider was physically strong and driven by madness that multiplied his muscles strength. "let me . . . need to . . . " He coughed out and just as it looked as if he could free himself Elizabeth Jenkins appeared, looking down at the three struggling people in terror and then hasty grabbing her hand back. A second later she withdrew a single syringe and neared Roland with it. "Keep him calm, or he will break off the needle." She said. She had seen raging men before. Father McEneny, still struggling with the man, realized they were watched. A young girl, maybe 9 or ten looked at them and turned to leave, as Elizabeth was about to get the situation under control.

    [image=http://www.monstersandcritics.de/downloads/downloads/articles3/129237/article_images/image5_1236977489.jpg] Elizabeth Jenkins

    Tag: BobaMatt



    Chapter V: Einstein was right

    Kleym
    breathed in. Keeping his breath he trembled, as he felt the steel at his throat. "I am not a brave man, Mr. Morris. I will talk pretty soon under torture. But you will only learn what I know. And I could find out so much more. So much you and I do not know. My contacts, my favours people all over the world owe me, my old friends . . . they will all vanish with me. And you will be all alone. Against someone, I suspect . . . has a lot experience dealing with your kind." He said and drew his hand slowly out of his jacket.
    "See for yourself. And if you want more, you´ll have to pay." He swallowed. Maybe the man just wanted to kill. Maybe he felt alive when he did. Maybe he needed it. Then Kleym would pay for the obvious mistake of coming here. His curiosity would have killed him. Somehow fitting for a man who answered questions for a living.

    Kleym wondered if they watched now. Right now. If photography's were taken. Videos. Snipers.

    "My life is in your hands. It´s just a shame yours is in theirs, is it?" He said, with a last outburst of bravery and closed his eyes fearfully awaiting death.

    Tag: Peng

     
  21. BobaMatt

    BobaMatt TFN EU Staff star 7 VIP

    Registered:
    Aug 19, 2002
    IC: Father Joseph McEneny

    "Please, please father! I need . . . need . . . " The man fought against the priest's grip, but he used every bit of strength in his large frame and every bit of the little he remembered from the military to keep this crazed man down. Sister Juana arrived running, and immediately knelt down, dutifully helping the Father without asking a single question. Together, they barely kept him still. And he rambled on. "Let me . . . need to . . . "

    As if on cue, the Doctor arrived. By the time Father Jenkins looked up, she was already prepping a needle. "Just in time, Doc."

    "Keep him calm, or he will break off the needle," she said. When she bent to administer the needle, there was a girl of about nine, turning to leave. She did not seem upset. He didn't see her face, just the back of her as she began to walk away. This was no place for a young girl, right now.

    But in his mind's eye, the Father remembered those burning red eyes.

    TAG: GM

     
  22. TheGoodImperial

    TheGoodImperial Jedi Knight star 2

    Registered:
    May 17, 2009
    John Henley
    Corben´s Inn

    The sight of the rifle was confusing. The shot was the event ripping him from his shock. The shell ejecting, right next to him. Blood. Someone was shot. Someone would get shot. Slowly John´s look turned and the boy came charging. He was fast, oh yes, so fast. But against a guy with a gun . . .

    He never thought of it, but he pushed himself out of his chair. He had sat there and watched as the man had stood right next to him and shot someone. Had he killed someone? Now something in him was not ready to accept another dead.

    John was not young anymore. Although his gae had not yet taken his strength. But he had gained some wait in the last years. And that fact was helpful, as he pushed himself with all his strength against the boy with the rifle. He simply wanted him to miss the kid that came charging. No more dead. And hopefully someone would use the time John bought them to take this boys gun. Or he could imagine how colleagues would sing songs about his act of stupid bravery . . .

    Tag: Others and Fin
     
  23. TheSithGirly

    TheSithGirly Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 26, 2007
    Jackson Clay
    Corben´s Inn

    He saw it coming. The man entering the diner. His blanket slipping down and his Mossberg pump-action rifle go to work as if it was a living creature of it´s own. Angry and barking. He did resist the reflex to stop it. It would not serve the Lord well, if he intervened to early. No, he stood up and stepped behind the girl. Vashti, she called herself. His hand grabbed her neck so hard, one could have thought he wanted to kill her. But instead he simply pressed her down behind the counter. He was much stronger than his aged body appeared. His right hand meanwhile made it´s way to his back, where in his belt his old gun was waiting. The first shot hit someone at the bar. The boy turned and charged. A second shot and the Country singer tackled the gunman . . . a waitress was on the floor. Some others just scremaing. Many leaping away from the attacker. He had seen enough. his hand snapped from behind his back. He had hesitated only a secnd. nothing anybody would conisider unnatural before an act of killing. His eyes aimed over the barrel. And his finger pressed the trigger. Then his gun lowered and a second shot was fired. He had aimed for the shoulder and the knee of that man. To make sure he was disabled but not dead.

    Tag: Fin, swbeauty, rest of you bunch . . .




    [i]Angela Janssen [/i] follows later tonight . . . been busy lately, but did not wanted to have people wait.
     
  24. starwarsbeauty

    starwarsbeauty Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Feb 1, 2005
    IC: Vashti Schick
    Corben's Inn


    One could feel the atmosphere in the diner begin to tense as Gordon walked in a few more steps. He was hiding something under a blanket and Vashti couldn't tell what it was until she heard the noise. The sound of the shot filled the entire diner and then there was no noise. For a split second, everything was calm.

    The boy's eyes found hers and she wondered what he was thinking. Then she saw the man next to him crumble to the ground. Her hand came up to her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. She knew she should move, find somewhere to hide herself, to protect herself from the gun, but she couldn't. Her eyes wouldn't leave the scene before her.

    Gordon was smiling and holding a gun, others had terror written on their faces, and the boy and another man were now charging after Gordon.

    Why? Why would they do that? Now she would never know either of their names or their orders or why they were here at Corben's.

    Vashti didn't get long to think about what was going on in front of her. A strong hand was on her neck, forcing her to the ground. In shock, she didn't resist and she was soon cowering behind the counter. This wasn't right. She should be helping the man who'd gotten shot or stopping the boy from charging after Gordon. Instead, she was stuck here, helpless and worthless.

    "God help us."

    She whispered to no one but praying that God would actually hear her prayer. If ever a prayer needed to be heard, it was now. Her eyes began to well with tears and she knew that it was impossible to stop them from falling.

    "Please God, save us."

    Two more shots rang through the air. Vashti covered her ears and moved her head so she could see the man holding her down. It was Mr. Clay and he was now holding a gun and shooting. One more prayer left her lips.

    "God, let him hit Gordon."

    Tag: Mecatolrex, TheSithGirly, TheGoodImperial, DarthXan, Fin, others at Corbens
     
  25. LordTroepfchen

    LordTroepfchen Jedi Grand Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 9, 2007
    ooc: Laura as written by Fin, except it´s Sirak´s char, but that is probably another . . . you got me confused. In an awesome way :p

    Thomas Schröder
    Tarpenbekstr. 55, Hamburg

    Laura looked totally different. Not only her clothes. Her hair was brighter and her face somewhat . . . older. Exhausted, probably. Shaking his head he smiled. "Hi, yourself." He returned and yawned. The drugs seemed to be more dangerous than he had considered and the unavoidable question what was real and what was not came up. Looking at the small blood drop that was on the sleeve of his shirt he assured himself the parts that counted had been real.

    Laura went over to her room. Not the most special thing she could have done, but somewhat odd. Somehow it seemed wrong. Her clothes. She had worn this fancy boots which made her legs look like they were endless . . . so how did she actually end up changing them within´ a few minutes . . . he checked the watch in the kitchen. Not reliable but it told him she couldn´t have been away more than 30 minutes, really. Hardly enough to make it out of Eppendorf. But changing clohes. no coat, but an Anorak. A what? Since when did she wear . . .

    "Sexy dress..." He admitted and stood up following her. "So, you go out for dressing now? or did you just feel like a change of style would be a good thing, while walking down Logstedter Weg, hm?" He wondered and folded his arms. "You know me." She replied and dragged a shoebox of photos from beneath her bed. opening it and began to look for them. A familiar sound reported someone had send him a mail. Turning away from her, he made his way to his room. He tried to open the door, but remembered it was still locked.
    "Need to bring a letter to the post station. You´re here later?" She asked him. Thomas looked at her. sighed and nodded. "Yes, I am. Listen Laura. I am sorry. I truly am." He said and another wave of dizziness from the drug was pumped into his body. "What happened, I know it . . . " Then he felt the impact of nausea was amazing, asi t spread within his system suddenly.

    "I know." She replied. And smirked.

    Thomas stumbled to the toilet and leaned over it. His head was spinning, but he would be in control in a second. Then he heard his door open. The door of his room. Was it . . . ?

    He did not know if he hoped Laura would enter the room and see what he had seen or if she would enter it and see nothing. Madness? Maybe drugs? Please, let it be drugs . . . he thought.

    Slowly he turned and began walking out of the bathroom and towards the door of his room. that was now open.

    Tag: Fin
     
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