Endless Space

[Calderthepirate]

Mark listened and his eyes lit up when Eva said the pancakes were ready. He grabbed a plate well she asked her question. "Well..." He said opening the port window and looking out into the space outside. "You see that mix of green and red out in the distance over there?" He asked pointing outwards. "At this rate we will be there in two hours time. We need to eat and get ready to get off this ship by then." Mark said yawning and returning to the dinning table with his share of the pancakes. He sat down and prepared to eat.

"From what I have heard , the station is kind of a pit stop in space for ships to refuel , re-stock, what not." he said pouring the syrup onto his pancakes. He began eaiting the fluffy goodness on the plates. His eyebrows went straight up. "ITS SO SWEET!" He yelled whipping through them like they were nothing. "God your damn good cook!" He yelled massacuring his plate.

[BlueTwistar]

Eva's hair stood up on it's ends and her tail poofed out. She looked at Mark with wide eyes at his sudden out burst. His loud lip smacking sounded like his mouth was having an orgasm full of delicious fluffy pancakes. Once she calmed, she began smoothing down her bare fur and gave an intelligent cough.
"Thank you Captain. I'm glad you like it." she gave a sly grin. "Help yourself to all you want, I can always make more."

[Tytun]

[As requested by Calder.]

Unknown to Mark's crew nor the security and personnel of the station, a small and undetectable vessel approached. If they had been seen, the symbol belonging to the notorious Kerian Mercenaries would have been seen stretched over the entire hull. Instead, the ship managed to dock and drop off its passengers before the first alarms rose.

Within 2 hours, the massacre that had started was drawing to a close. While a fraction of this mercenary group had met its end in the firefight, their death number mattered little to the millions slaughtered by their precise and wrathful wake. At this point, the estimate showed that about an eighth of the personnel and a sixteenth of the security remained alive and alert.

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Among a small patrol of 6 Kerian Mercenaries stood a red-haired Jugnar. The cat known as Ackear Reint was silent while the others chatted, attempting to make sense of the purpose for this operation. The only task given to them by the superiors was to simply remove the 'resistance' inside; This was simple, obviously, but why take them out? This station wasn't causing problems to anyone, at least on the surface...

"Hey, Ackear!" a nearby mercenary spoke up, breaking his conversation with the rest and Ackear's concentration. "What the hell is up with you? We were told to remove 'resistance', and here you are barely firing off a shot! What kind of sniper are you?"

With a sigh, Ackear closed his eyes and spoke, "We were ordered to remove 'resistance', that is true. But people running around screaming for help and begging for mercy aren't resistance. They are bystanders. If you want to waste your time killing non-credible targets, be my guests." Before the mercenary could make a snide comeback, he added, "Also, I might be able to shoot the real resistance more if your ego-inflated head wouldn't be in my shot. ...Actually, scratch that. Next time it happens, I'll just pull the trigger."

"Why you son of a b-!"

The sound of a gunshot cut off the guard, more because the shot fired had pierced through his head. Immediately, the remaining five Mercs dropped into cover and returned fire. It was an easy battle to win, since only two guards were their opponents. Of course, when another Merc was dropped by a sudden shot, the remaining realized how much of a trap they had just sprung.

While doing his best to stay sharp, the only thing that crossed through Ackear's mind was, "... Crap."

[spirits breath]

Stith rose up from the small backless seat that he had been sitting in for just under half an hour. There was a few other beside him, unfortunately they were the type who wanted just one more kick and constantly yammered on about going home to their girlfriends back home and enjoying themselves. Those actions seemed just distasteful as they brought along thoughts of humans together. A thought that just annoyed him. As he looked back to his seat, comparing the indents to that of a humans. Theirs seemed like a large lump, with the jelly like substance in these had bumped downwards into the two rather small lumps for legs. He looked up at them. He had too. Their six foot height seemed to stand over him in his normal squat looking position. The humans were triangularly shaped. They must be the ones hired to sit by the doors when the ship is docked so nobody can get in or out.

But stith’s seat told a different story. His seat had the large lump as well, but the seat seemed to show his tail going back behind him, and his considerably larger legs than the two beside him. The humans gave a salute, standing ready to some other man approaching form what seemed like the most rectangular vehicle he has ever seen. A few more has lined up by him, a couple of Jungar and woman among them. They were more of a line, making stith feel like a flower in a pot. The thin upper body being the flower, and his lower half of his legs seemed like the pot. Going out wider than it seems needed. He didn’t bother to salute, no need.

The man arrived to them. Returned the salute, and spoke in possibly a false toughness, but it deemed attention nevertheless. “Listen up requites I am saving pleasantries, but call me General Anderson. Now what is happening now is you are going to check your things, make sure you have your last smoke or drink, call home, whatever else you got to do. But in an hour we are leaving. We will leave sooner if the lot of you get here sooner, but it is also a twenty minute walk to our destination. You could have been there by now had you of decided not to wait.”

Stith turned around, looking at the ground as he walked. Many more bags and cases has been piled around and he had to lift his legs higher, as well as lift himself up just so he could avoid crushing someone personal items. He knew how much a simple picture could impact someone. That’s why he actually cared if he would have stepped on a bag, not over a form of respect.

He checked his belongings. A few pairs of his skin tight shirts and the pants he wishes he could make due without. He kept in a small bag his old special operations uniform. Also skin tight except a metallic black, and had his name written on it. It also contained a small headset to talk with his command for updates, and a visor over his right eye for being able to see a small HUD. He hated the thing to death, but he would prefer to be able to see who was talking to him, and the ability to see in the dark as well. His large trunk had a thin case containing his sniper rifle, and assault rifle. Along with several magazines and a large scope. Another thin case held a silenced handgun with two clips and a favorite possession. His two tactical knives. He only had the two because he always thought he would end up losing one of them one day.

He turned, day dreaming of his past assignments, stories that he knew he would have to tell and seemed to be the back bone of him. He saw himself sneaking around, only to end up in a intense hand to hand combat scenario with a man almost too muscular for his job. The man just needed to sit back at a desk giving orders, not be able to throw crates of solid steel across his height. Course he never touched a crate, but ended up coming home in one to his family… at least that’s what Stith believed. When he snapped too, he saw the crowd coming over to him, and piling on the large vehicle. He slowly boarded the vehicle, standing tall to a strain so there would be enough room to fit without someone sitting or standing on parts of his body, and elbows wouldn’t hit his beak over and over.

The vehicle roared to life and began to move across a large plain, going to another building with several other vehicles in its wake. He heard a female jungar talk out. “Guess we are being brought together so we can be assigned our ships.”
A male human behind him burst out, “Or this is where they are going to send us and drill us again so we all go home.” Stith stood there, closing his eyes, imagining the jungar leaping over to him and clawing off his mouth. A nice thought for him.

[Calderthepirate]

End of Episode One
Please follow up on the OOC for information on the start of Episode 2
Credits:
CalderThePirate
BlueTwistar
StormWolf
Cheshire
Spirits Breath
Tytun
Splicer407