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[Kip Radon]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Valrein Gudrun"]


On the ruined and chaos filled planet of Dredd there was one last shining bastion of hope and order, of what the world once stood for. A place of peace, manners, democracy, and no mad dictators drunk with power who abuse their rank and enslaved the entire city with a droid army.

"Well maybe not Gorgeous John said with a wink then chuckled to himself.

Standing in the shade of his private palace in the hills of Liberty District One the mad dictator was flanked by ten A Series Assassin Droids that were programmed to save his life at the drop of a dime, however they were safe here from the outside madness that was Dredd. He awaited at the landing pad and was hoping that his new slave was as beautiful as she looked in the picture, oh he was going to have fun with her. He needed a new play thing ever since he got rid of that stupid Ropo and now of days a pet that could talk back was always nice to have.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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A low heavy hum can be heard, breaking from the receding gray atmosphere a rotund expanse of dented metal can be seen on closer inspection you would note that it is a BT-7 Thunderclap, a re purposed Republic assault ship, armour plating flecked with the refuse of aged paint. A mechanical groan that resonates deep within the bowels of the ship, as it lands on the platform in a cloud of sineway dust. A metallic walking platform extends out and in a shower of piston induced steam the hatch opens up a group of strange men walk out. Forwarding out of the ship, five other individuals would step they'd look like ramshackle beggars, or a useless drunks. Baggy pants and old dull shirts with two buttons missing, and around their waist was tied a wide black tasselled sash. With the occasional jacket with durasteel plating tide or held together by an adhesive or twine. The individuals consisted of human, and Weequay, and other near human species but had the occasional Trandoshan.

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"Greetings my rich friend." the durasteel plates whirled like an out of control octopus, hammering down on the black ribbon components like so much hail in a storm. There was a ding as each piston convulsed and he began to move towards [member="Gorgeous John"], each step was completed with a thud as the pronged toes slid across the floor. "Your prize" he'd move [member="Valrein Gudrun"], towards him.

 

[Valrein Gudrun]

Valrein was relieved to be out in real sunlight again, finding the flying structure increasingly claustrophobic, though she was still apprehensive as the Madeform Spirit pulled her along after him and pushed her towards another man. Handsome but cruel looking. Perhaps she'd been better off with the Wrath Spirit.

Her attention was less on the man however and more on everything around them. The way the air smelled, the building bigger than an entire camp, the hard even ground beneath her feet, the other, different madeforms who surrounded him.

Eventually wide, bewildered brown eyes settled on [member="Gorgeous John"] though she glanced back at [member=Flannigan Mcnash"] to be sure. She was relatively certain he'd bartered her away like livestock.

 

[Kip Radon]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Valrein Gudrun"]


Gorgeous John looked at the monstrosity in front of him and eyed the thing up and down, he certainly was interesting to say the least. Remaining where he was Gorgeous John's eyes shifted over to his prize, one Valrein Gudrun. And a beautiful price she was, the pictures simply didn't do her justice it seemed. But after he finished ogling her and fantasizing what he was going to do to her for the next few years of her life before he got board with her and tossed her to the wastes to be eaten by Dredd his eyes looked back to the metal monster.

"God damn you are one ugly son of a queen." He said in a serious tone. The man chuckled and had his droids grab his new slave and take her towards his side.

"You'll find that the credits have already been electronically wired to your account. It was a pleasure doing business with you, and I look forward to your long servitude as my new queen." John smiled turned his back and walked behind his wall of droids with his new maiden.

"Kill them if you have to." John said in a very casual tone as he walked away with his prize.

The courtyard around the landing pad began to hum with activity and walls boarding off the landing pad stirred as more Assassin droids popped up from cover and aimed weapons at the ship from all sides. There was maybe a hundred of them total along with a healthy mix of organic troopers who wielded slug throwers at the Jackals. It was a double cross, why pay for one slave when you can get more for free?

A droid stepped up from the crowd in front of Gorgeous John and spoke in a low pitched robotic voice.

"Place your weapons down or die." the droid said being deadly serious.

 

[Valrein Gudrun]

It was funny, Valrein reflected as she drew back slightly though ultimately uselessly as the new madeforms pulled her forward. The Madeform Spirit was much larger than these other madeforms, and less human shaped, but somehow he felt more human. These others.. They moved, but she did not think they were spirits. She did not think they had souls. She knew she did not like them.

So, worrying as the Cruel Man was, at least he was better than the madeforms that followed him like faithful hounds. This and the fact that she really had no where else to go, meant that as he took the chain connected to the collar still around her neck, she followed meekly and silently at his side.

..though she was rather interested in what was going on now. Many of the words he used were unfamiliar, but it sounded as if he meant to take the Spirits as his own too? This new world in the sky was very confusing. Everything was backwards and not at all how it ought to be. Still, she doubted the Spirit of Wrath was going to appreciate this...

[member="Gorgeous John"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Thraxis"] [member="Cadan Tazi"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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It wasn't something that occurred to him, being double-crossed. Who knew you can't trust the government, but he was a pirate a scoundrel and a fiend and he had no intention on his karma finally coming back to get him. It would kill him for sure, to die on some back-world planet, it just wasn't his plan.

"We-" the sudden pivot and rotation propelling himself forward and towards his ship, the 'crunch' and 'thud' under foot fall as he stole concrete and debri with his mechanical feet as he moved. "-fight!"

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Suddenly there was a noise of two shots, fired in rapid succession. It was than that chaos fell around them, brilliant colours ripped from barrels dancing across the open space to make contact with droid or organic. Bodies falling, the personalised security of Gorgeous John, forcing back the pirates they were about to break, but the thing is they had a ship and the ship had cannons and what was a slug thrower to cannons. The cannons round long and slender twirled in their sockets, the ends giving off slivers of steam. Fantastic light grazed the ground tossing up dirt and dust in plumes of smoke.

The pirates were falling back to their ship, but the cannons kept their advance in some what of a precarious situation for their assailants.

| [member="Valrein Gudrun"] | [member="Valrein Gudrun"] | [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Thraxis"] |​

 

[Kip Radon]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Valrein Gudrun"]

John with his new slave proceeded into the safety of his palace, blast doors and ray shields came down behind the two of them. Letting go of the woman's arm the pair entered a very large and spacious room, still guarded by more of the A series assassin droids. Luxurious furniture and expensive pieces of art accented the room, the place to say the least looked sharp, ordered, and beautiful. It was testimony to John's wealth he had built through his cruelty to the planet of Dredd, the room was the type of beauty reserved for spiders that lay their webs to catch and kill their prey.

"Hey sweet cheeks, you like bourbon? What am I saying of course you like bourbon, you like whatever I say you like." John said as he smacked his own forehead lightly reminding himself that the person before him wasn't even that. She wasn't a human being, she was property.

"TAYLOR!! GET THE BLOODY BOURBON!!" John screamed over to the other room.

"Right away sir." A droll elderly British voice replied from the other room.

John walked over to the nearest couch and sat down on it putting his feet up on the coffee table, his expensive dress shoes scuffing the wood. John looked over to his slave and chuckled almost dastardly.

"Sit with me doll face." he said then put his hands behind his back.

But as that was going on outside it was a different story, a very different story. The cannons on the ship sprung to life and started to hit the droids and organics, but that wasn't the end of it oh no. These pirates honestly thought they could win, on Dredd. On Gorgeous John's home turf at that where all his vast military assets were placed. That was not going to fly, not going to fly at all.

The organics on the walls surrounding the landing pad began to lift up RPS-6 Rocket Launchers they quickly got them in position around a good fifteen of them around all four walls. Quickly taking aim they opened fire at the enemy ship with the guided feature on the rockets. The droids continued to push the ground assault rather than fall back to the might of the cannons to gain and push ground to get the pirates to break. There were simply too many of them, and they were doing what the A series were best known to do, swarm.

With a loud humming noise in the air ships began to gather above the presidential palace and four Turbostorm Class Gunships were surrounding the landing pad from above. A loudspeaker came on and a man's voice blared through it.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!! IT'S OVER!!" the man's voice said giving a clear warning before the gunships would have to open fire.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

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The plumes of angular red and yellow smoke, smouldering out in clouds covered the ship, it was built for space combat and could take the intensity but for how much longer, there was smoke and steam twining into noxious cloud that wafted over the pirates. It isn't like pirates to be unprepared, even if they thought they'd have no trouble, and it wasn't like pirates not to plan ahead. They had intended to raid cargo vessels in the surrounding space, so when the long slender length of metal burst from the sky it was no surprise, it was rounded with panels of light, it was a crusader-class corvette, its head was built off geometric shapes with squares boxes as heads, the round tubular cannons tracing on the surrounding crafts. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS!! IT'S OVER!!"

Note: The event would take place if the ship would continue their assault.​

Lasers and missiles rail from the surrounding ports of the ships, bathing the surrounding area in harsh light. Bodies would disappear and forms would fade.

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"Into the ship." the cyborg marched, its form slowly ebbing into BT-7 Thunderclap.​

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| [member="Valrein Gudrun"] | [member="Valrein Gudrun"] | [member="Fiarr Zikri'tvo"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Thraxis"] |​

 

[Valrein Gudrun]

The wonder and strangeness of this new place continued, though the soulless eyes of the lesser madeforms cut into her enjoyment of it, lent an air of menace. The room she was led to was larger than even the biggest of yurts back home. The furniture looked to be made to a level not even the tribes greatest craftsmen could rival. There was art on the walls and sculptures that captivated her though she stayed carefully where she was, unwilling to risk drawing the attention of the madeforms.

She did not know what bourbon was, but that was fine since he didn't actually require a response anyway. She did jump slightly when he suddenly yelled however. Apparently it wasn't at her.

When he told her to come sit with him, she briefly considered just not doing it. She wasn't certain she wanted to get any closer to him, and was slightly curious about what he would do if she disobeyed. The unblinking regard of the madeforms quashed that impulse however, and she moved to sit on the other end of the couch, watching him from the corner of her eye, hands on her lap.

[member="Gorgeous John"]