WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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"Killing the Mercenary was the only logical conclusion to the project. He was unstable. The eight foot nigh unkillable supersoldier standing over him is evidence why."
Sudden realistation hit Eragon. The man he had seen from a distance and shot with his bow. "I did not kill that man." Eragon argued. "I wounded him and when I arrived to investigate he killed himself with an explosive." eragon kept Brisingr drawn. "It is unfortunate that such occurance happened and I cry your pardon..." Eragon searched the edge of the mans mind to find a name but found only Theta. "...Theta." He eyed everyone, tapping into the flow of magic with in him after he had expanded his mind across all hostiles within the area. And if you think you have the upper hand over me you are mistaken." He warned mentally but would prefer to avoid bloodshed.
"Eragon injured him. I finshed him off." Alastair said as he walked from the hole in the wall. Gamma was looking at eragon and Alastair.
Gamma pressed his face right up to Eragon's, raised his visor to reveal a scarred face and growled quietly "You get to keep your life. For now." He stood up, and his suit began compressing, and he returned to a height of 6'8. Epsilon finally limped over with Joe and Preginald. "You must be the commander of this ship. I am Epsilon.
OOC: And the confusion begins again for the sake of plot Eragon shot Alpha and went to interogate him only for him to kill himself with a grenade
Shepard wondered at the disembodied voice that echoed through her mind, but dismissed it at the moment.
"Thats right, I am Commander Shepard of the Alliance Navy. Who are you, and what the hell did I just watch?"
"Thats right, I am Commander Shepard of the Alliance Navy. Who are you, and what the hell did I just watch?"
OOC: You'll get no medical attention in there, that's only the shuttle.JaguarDwarf said:
Alastair was lead onto the ship for medical attention. "What type of machine is this?" He asked.
OOC: Confusion struck when Delta Team came.
OOC: Confusion struck when Delta Team came.
Eragon sheathed his sword and said mentally to the new arrivals "and you get to keep your minds" He cautiously approached the woman with the squad but kept his distance. "Shepard I would feel much safer and comfortable if you tell your comrades to stand down." He said aloud.
Epsilon lowered Joe and handed him Preginald. "You watched a production called 'Do not piss Gamma off.' Not very popular, but extremely educational. Now, about this ship of yours. The Normandy?"
Theta was fiddling with his tracers. "Lambda is going to arrive in three with team two. Upsilon in five."
"Hold onto your balls or Lambda will rip them off. Not always a figure of speech." Gamma said to the group.
Theta was fiddling with his tracers. "Lambda is going to arrive in three with team two. Upsilon in five."
"Hold onto your balls or Lambda will rip them off. Not always a figure of speech." Gamma said to the group.
Shepard considered the young man's request.
"Garrus, fingers off the triggers for now. Keep watch though."
"After what we just saw? Its not the best position for you to be in without cover."
"I can handle it. For now, just do as I say." She turned to Epsilon.
"My ship is in orbit. Our FTL drives were disabled mid jump. Short range comms are damaged, and I imagine long range is the same. We hoped to get repairs here, but clearly that's not going to be so easy." As she spoke, she returned the Locust to its clip on her hardsuit.
"Garrus, fingers off the triggers for now. Keep watch though."
"After what we just saw? Its not the best position for you to be in without cover."
"I can handle it. For now, just do as I say." She turned to Epsilon.
"My ship is in orbit. Our FTL drives were disabled mid jump. Short range comms are damaged, and I imagine long range is the same. We hoped to get repairs here, but clearly that's not going to be so easy." As she spoke, she returned the Locust to its clip on her hardsuit.
"FTL drives... what type? I'm not too good with the newer ones." Epsilon asked.
Gamma opened his right forearm armour. "Damn... need to stop punching concrete. he grunted, adjusting the padding.
Gamma opened his right forearm armour. "Damn... need to stop punching concrete. he grunted, adjusting the padding.
"I'm no tech. Beyond telling you that they're powered by a larger Element Zero core than usual, and use internal heat sinks for stealth, I can't say. My engineer could probably tell you, but she's on the Normandy." She glanced at the new comer, who seemed to be wearing half an old steam engine for armour.
"The Reds? What, the street gang? Yeah, when I was a kid, but I left that life when I was 18."
"The Reds? What, the street gang? Yeah, when I was a kid, but I left that life when I was 18."
The new woman reminded Mat vaguely of Aviendha. It was probably the look that she was about to kill the nearest man who set her off. Still, she was good looking though. Mat approached her when things began to calm down. "Hello," He said making a grand, sweeping bow for theatric effect. "I am Matrim Cauthon. Who might you be?"
Elsewhere:
"We believe that Mat Cauthon is near the odd craft that has just landed in the city." The commissioner gave the report to the liaison. The man did little else but call up Mr. Mordreth and inform him of the hunt. The man jumped out of his seat at the news. "Then call in everything, SWAT teams, helicopters, armored cars. The works. Mat Cauthon must be taken into custody at once. Alive." The commissioner nodded stiffly. "And the civilians in the area?" "They don't matter." He snapped, getting his coat. "Sir-" The commissioner argued. "I said they don't matter. If you can't follow orders, then I'll report you to Mr. Mordreth!" The commissioner didn't like it, but the calls were made. He'd need to find out about this 'Mordreth' though.
Elsewhere:
"We believe that Mat Cauthon is near the odd craft that has just landed in the city." The commissioner gave the report to the liaison. The man did little else but call up Mr. Mordreth and inform him of the hunt. The man jumped out of his seat at the news. "Then call in everything, SWAT teams, helicopters, armored cars. The works. Mat Cauthon must be taken into custody at once. Alive." The commissioner nodded stiffly. "And the civilians in the area?" "They don't matter." He snapped, getting his coat. "Sir-" The commissioner argued. "I said they don't matter. If you can't follow orders, then I'll report you to Mr. Mordreth!" The commissioner didn't like it, but the calls were made. He'd need to find out about this 'Mordreth' though.
Shepard was as surprised by the spear carrier's bow as she was by the unwarranted pledge of loyalty from the older human.
"I'm Commander Shepard of the Alliance Navy, and a Spectre in service of the Galactic Council. It seems my ship somehow travelled backwards through time on our way to our destination. Looks like you've come from quite a bit further back though."
"I'm Commander Shepard of the Alliance Navy, and a Spectre in service of the Galactic Council. It seems my ship somehow travelled backwards through time on our way to our destination. Looks like you've come from quite a bit further back though."
Alliance Navy? "So, you're military?" Mat asked. Backward in time? Mat had gone forward in time once, a rather sudden and unpleasant experience. "Does 'Daughter of the Nine Moons' mean anything to you?" It was a long shot, but Mat wasn't taking any chances.