SPACE BANDITS!!!

A Super imaginative sci-fi rpg.
Literacy is kind of a no-brainier here.
Index:
*Introductions!! And an OOC perhaps
*setting, plot, whatnot
*rules
*Applications for you guys!!!
*Characters (that means you guys)

Introduction!!

Space is huge and trading between planets has become a booming business. The police force is small compared to that of the amount of planets and ships floating in the voids of space. Barges, cruises, and personal vessels drift from planet to planet; for business or pleasure space is open and seemingly free.
Yet there are those out there with simple wants and desires. To travel and pillage, but mostly to cause mayhem. These folks are the bandits, pirates, and nomads of space. They wander out of both curiosity and need. There are plenty of planets friendly to their type, as long as they sell their stolen goods and don’t pillage too much.
Mokjo is one of these planets, it welcomes space bandits and even holds them in high regard, for with out them this planet would still be desolate and empty. Pirates and bandits have long used this place as a home base, hoarding bounties and starting homes. A large community built up around these bandits and soon became a major trading hub.
Yet the bandits continue to wander in search of the adventure and treasures still out there. New discoveries to find, larger shipment barges to plunder, bigger and better fun to be had. Space is their wide open playground, the police are their only threat, and they are far and few between.
Welcome Home Space Bandits!

because I am computarded a direct link to the OOC: http://www.menewsha.com/viewtopic.php?p=765462#765462

Setting, Plot, and Whatnot!!

+Settings+

Space: the final frontier, large, open, and full of adventures to be had. Ships seemingly float through space as they would any ocean, yet with the added advantage of being at any level and facing any direction. Planets nestled around beaming suns home to billions of people and creatures. Some are more interesting than others just like some are richer.
Mokjo: A planet whose culture formed around bandits and pirates. Brawls and fights seem to break out often but major trouble doesn’t really occur often. It has a unique self-policing force, where everyone looks out for themselves and stays out of too much trouble, because let’s face it, if everyone was belligerent and had all sorts of nasty weapons you’d stay clean too.
Old Lunaria: A largely religious based planet. Several thousand main temples dot the surface, each one owning a section of the planet. Wars and skirmishes often break out.
Gllopku: A moving planet, most likely a living creature. Resembles a giant jellyfish, all inhabitants are descendants of the planet itself.
Fryth: Largest political hub planet, interstellar policing and whatnot are stationed here. Mostly police and politicians, although many wealthy individuals inhabit this planet for the safety it implies.
(feel free to come up with more planets as we go along, ok?)
Eeliro: A bandit ship. The body resembles a thin fish swimming through a hoop, the hoop is a gravitational regulator, neat huh? The ship consists of a main deck, with a large kick-back room and kitchen, a storage depository, a navigation room (mostly star-maps, and a really awesome view bubble), and living quarters.
(same goes for ships.)

+Plot+

The Eeliro is owned and captained by Jkelo Darmack, a Mokjo native. He has managed to work his way up the piratical ladder of business. Yet a simple slip up along with a case of mutiny has landed him at Gllopku’s prison. It all starts here as Jkelo tries to escape and gain fellow inmates as a simple crew to help get off this political beehive. A story of deceit and revenge, as well as a simple high-ho adventure into the unknowns of space and the fun of pillaging!

+Whatnot+

You guys can PM me on new ideas for planets, races, ships, and hijinx.

Rules!!

I’ll keep them simple.
~Please no god-moding, although alien in nature you cannot be immune to everything your character can feel pain and get hurt.
~ToS is a great idea so follow it
~have fun and be nice, characters can have fights but I don’t want to see that carry out into other forums.

Application!!
Feel free to either Pm these to me or post them in the OOC. I do NOT want to see them here, if I do I will politely ask you to remove the post.


UserName:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
Skills and weapons (if app):
History:

Characters!!

~~Looooooongcat~~
Jkelo Darmac
37
Male
Mokjolian native, Dormstien race
Humanoid shape with large fin shaped ears protruding from the side of his head and hoofed feet. Short black hair cut close but floppish frames his pale blue face. He stands at 5’4”, tall for his race but short in his profession. He wears flamboyantly bright outfits, mostly neon in color and violently patterned.
Jkelo is a live wire, quick to anger and loves to be best at everything. He is intelligent so he will step down if he knows that someone else can do a clearly better job quicker than he can, and he will grudgingly congratulate that person. He will take charge and get things done even if it means that people could get hurt in the process, once he has a goal he won’t stop until it’s complete. He does have a softer side to him, more caring and friendly, but he hides it behind his tough exterior and has only shown it to those he really truly trusts. He is captain and owner of the Eeliro and will tell you that at every given chance.
Jkelo can channel his hearing which comes in great hand during vault raids and espionage. He also has this neat ability to detect charms, its something inherited through his father’s side of the family. He relies on his two guns as weapons and protection; each gun has special abilities, one has time targeted charges which activate time pockets slowing down things in it’s path and the other has an elemental charge to it using elemental shots of the bullet sort used (ice bullet creates ice charges which slowly become water charges.)
Jkelo was born a second generation Mokjolian. He grew up with Bandits, Pirates and gypsies as his role-models and heroes. So it was no surprise that he became one himself, quickly gaining money and prestige he managed to purchase his own ship. The Eeliro is his pride and joy, hauling illegal shipments and thieving expensive cargo, his ship gained a name as well. He was on his way to joining the big time bandits. However a twist in fate changed all that. After an illegal transaction of heavy drugs his crew left him with a hefty sum of change in their pockets, left all alone on this planet with no one left to help him return he had to quickly hire a few hands. The hands he had hired were undercover police who had caught onto his trail and turned him in to Gllopku authorities. His ship was impounded and he was thrown into jail for drug trafficking and grand theft.

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UserName: L L A M A N O ! S E
Name: Alyne Zohltx [Ah-LEEN-uh ZAHL-ticks]
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Gllopkuan
Appearance: Alyne is a classical Gllopkuan beauty. Her skin is a glimmering shade of sea-blue, just opaque enough to glow in the light, but not enough to where one could see her internal organs. Ew. Her eyes are a n almond shape and a darker blue than her skin, deep and giving the impression that she is lost in thought even when she isn't. Her figure is a lovely one; thin waist, ample bust and hips, covered by typical Gllopkuan woman's garb: a long, dark blue dress with golden trim, high slits on either side reaching up to her hips, and long, flowing sleeves. Where hair would be on a human, Gllopkuans have almost as many thin head tentacles, some that change color. Head tentacles, which look a lot like corn-rows on people, are never cut, and are simply the length they are for the entirety of the Gllopkuan's life. Alyne's fall to her mid-waist and darken the farther they go. Often, they're tied together with a thick golden band, with the exception of two on either side of her thin face.
Ears on Gllopkuans are nothing more than small flap-like holes on the side of the head, and noses are similar, except in the center of the face, right below and between the eyes. Mouths are much like human mouths, with the exception that the teeth are dolphin like. Tattoo-ish markings swirl and snake down the left-hand side of her face from her eye down her neck, over her arm, torso, and down her leg to her foot. Her hands and feet are human-like, but with longer fingers and toes and no nails. Each Gllopkuan has, in addition to their head-tentacles and regular appendages, two stinging tentacles that come down from their necks and can sometimes drag along the floor, and are also sometimes a different color from their owner's skin. Alyne's are a light violet color and short enough not to drag along the ground, so they are often simply let to hang with her head-tentacles.
Around her neck, Alyne keeps a golden chain with a holy symbol hanging from it, and she would die before she would give it up.
Personality: Alyne is a smart-ass. She would much rather insult someone than be nice to them, unless she is close to them already. It's hard to burst through her tough exterior, but she's truly a sweet young woman underneath it. She values friendship and trust over most else, and would sacrifice herself to save the life of someone she truly cares for.
Basically, her personality is fairly simple. She's mean, but nice.
She loves to read and draw, and has a natural affinity for gold.
Skills and weapons: Strapped to her back, usually, are two long, thin swords with blue blades, so scarred from battle that they almost look like peaks of smaller ocean waves. She has an agile movement when fighting that looks similar to a dance. Even without her swords, she is well-trained in martial arts, and can hold her own at the very least in hand-to-hand combat, or even hand-to-weapon combat, if she must.
History: Alyne was born into a wealthy family, but not one that was prestigious or well-respected. Her father was a head of the local inter-planetary mafia-like crime syndicate, and was hardly secretive about it. One day, the police burst in and ruined everything, including Alyne's perfect life-style. She was thrown into prison, since she had committed crimes as well, and has since remained there, in the cell next to Jkelo.

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possibly MIA
UserName: Sinspiration
Name: Zydex
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: AI Human*
Picture Link!
Appearance: A teenage lad, gentle face with bright topaz eyes, his white hair wild but mostly swept back with some red-highlighted sections, his clothes consist of fake leather, his white vest is covered by a dark red coat with two black belts hooked over the shoulders, pads on the outer shoulder area and bracers around the forearms with additional pads to protect the fore-arm and wrist area. His trousers are of the same overall design, though the left leg is covered by four thick black bands, the right normal. His shoes were typical all-terrain types, a metal buckle over the top separated by a line down the very middle.

Personality:
Zydex is fairly cheerful no matter the situation and can often be very blunt and straight to the point, he's generally just out for fun and likes to relax when he has a spare minute or two, he can also show an extremely stubborn side that can lead to many do or die situations when in his company.
Zydex finds himself at best when piloting a ship, it's his natural talent or so people like to claim, after all he displays a skill that goes beyond what a ship should be capable of in the hands of any normal pilot. He can feel every bump, twist and turn in a vehicle and within moments can invent ideas in his mind to make situations easier.

Skills and weapons:
Zydex is an adept pilot at almost anything, but spaceships are his strongest point, he can understand even alien ships within moments because he can see patterns based on the structures of the aliens that created the ship and adapt his movements to fulfil the needs of piloting whatever the said vessel may be.
Zydex can handle weapons that aren’t too heavy, but things that are generally for larger people are very unwieldy to him. He's better at moving around faster when fighting than moving slowly to support a heavy weapon.

History:
Zydex was born into a lab as a test subject for certain human experimentation projects. Though when he reached the age of seventeen a lab accident caused an explosion that killed him, however his head was intact so the lab quickly dug up an old project, scanning the mind of the dead subject before creating a fresh body and transferring the mind data of the experiment into the new body. Many subjects had failed this process before, but they though that a subject that was born into experimentation could withstand the shock of a new body.
Sure enough he did, but the old project they'd brought back meant a certain law had to be passed. As an AI Human, his mind transferred as data to a new synthetic body, he was to be given an identity and freed of his experimentation for the affect of experimentation on humans was different to an AI Human and wouldn’t provide the needed effects and reactions they wanted from a normal human, before he was sent away, however, one of the scientists secretly inserted extra data into the mind of Zydex, giving him a vast knowledge of how to understand ships as well as a secret item he didn’t understand just yet, he'd solve it later. Not long after that Zydex, in the new world, had to get used to society until he was accidentally captured and imprisoned with a bunch of fugitives that he had been conversing with.

*AI Human: A little something I created a while back. An AI human is usually an intelligent machine that has been granted a human-like body, the age of AI providing machines that did desire to feel such a thing as humanity for real. However, humans can also be brought back to life by scanning their mind within the first few hours of their death and cloning a fresh body to putt he mind-copy in. However the process is not always successful and the human mind breaks down, unable to assimilate with the new human body. Some dying humans may also request to have their mind scanned and turned into an AI Program to serve in computer terminals and the likes, an example of this is iCorena, a human girl who had her mind placed within a metropolis-wide net-library and from then on served as an information provider for people who needed it.

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User: CleverNamePending
Name: Lorenna (She goes by Lori)
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Frythian
Appearance: A small girl in build, with a girl-next door kind of face. Pale skin, big green eyes, and she used to have long blond hair. She cut it short (to about her chin) and dyed it the most non-descript brown she could find. She used to wear pretty dresses and skirts, but now wears a white tank top, a grey canvas jacket that looks like it used to be black that’s about two sizes too big for her, a clunky cloth messenger bag that has most of her belongings she’s taking with her in it slung across her shoulder, worn jean shorts that are a little shorter then her jacket, black stockings that go half way up her thigh, and clunky sort of runners. Around her neck are a battered pair of earmuff headphones, and on her head is a burgundy page boy hat, to hide her roots when they start growing in.
Personality: Lori is a highly intelligent and cunning girl, as well as a brilliant actress. It would only seem natural that she would follow in her Father’s footsteps and become a powerful politician when she finished university, except that she was aware of what an ineffective and downright warped system it was, and wanted nothing to do with it. She’s led a somewhat sheltered life, and just sort of assumes that everyone is civilized most of the time.
Skills and weapons (if app): She can’t use any sort of a weapon, and she can’t fight at all when it comes to hand to hand combat. She can however talk her way out of a lot, and she’s very good at hacking into things.
History: Lori is a very smart girl, cunning even, and a brilliant actress, and as a result of this, she was very lucky to be the daughter of a politician. Or would be if she wasn’t so easily bored and a little disgusted by all of those people. But every time she attended a formal sort of event on her Father’s arm, and he leaned down and whispered in her ear that this was her future, she nearly had a panic attack on the spot. She was an ideal successor, she was smart, attractive, charismatic, and very well mannered, but, she knew how ineffective and sometimes devious that game was, and wanted no part of it. Quickly she found herself getting backed in a corner on the matter, and, despite being 21, ran away, taking on the name of Lori, dying and cutting her hair, and smuggling herself aboard the first pirate ship she found.

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UserName: locochuwawa
Name: Verlos
Age: 28
Gender: male
Race: Chameleon
Appearance: Reptilian similar to raptor tail can extend and retract has bladed tip what appears to be body armor implants red eyes body has the appearance of a metallic luster all over. Scales are green when he is happy and brown when he’s worried or sad.
Personality: matter of fact, somewhat vengeful, master of the understatement and obvious, loyal once he trusts someone
Skills and weapons (if app): can produce a high amp. shock to someone he is touching
History: his ship was stolen and destroyed when he was framed for robbery and killing of military police has been in prison for 8 years with no trial all he wants is a life back the people who framed him are already dead of their own mistakes. No one will try him now that their dishonorable activities were revealed at their death but no one knew that he was even imprisoned

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Username SEG
Name Ryvlyn Seivén, she goes by Ryv.
Age 37.
Gender Female.
Race Djimbi, though she is Mokjolian, straight up.
Appearance Ryv gives off a very powerful and exotic vibe, quite unlike most of the ruffians she crosses paths with in Mokjo, the place she prefers to call home. To most, she would nothing more than a pitiful human, however it is the powerful and revered blood of the Djimbi that runs through her veins. And, if it weren't for her distinct Djimbi markings, no one would be the wiser. Her markings are that of her potently cinnamon-hued skin, tainted, as some would put it, with exuberant forest green whorls.

A sizable turquoise feather, pinned down by a brilliant orange belt, extends from a large brown that hat rests upon her head at all times, one point of the extravagant musketeer-esque hat pulled down rakishly, at times shadowing her starkly slanted eyes, a feature mostly attributed to gypsies. Her orbs are a sultry turquoise color with a wild green tinge to them that accounts for her unaccountable and swift changes of mind. They are both heavily dusted with a vibrant orange shadow, mostly apparent when her eyes drawn to a close in either frustration or thought. Beneath her right eye is mole, alluding to feminine beauty that certainly wasn’t amiss upon her crescent-shaped face. Her hair, the very same forest green of her whorls, was tightly drawn back into a ponytail beneath her hat, her long hair cascading in feathery layers upon her back. Each nine times pierced; her ears were heavily laden with an assortment of silver, gold and bronzed earrings, not a single matching pair between the two.

Across her sturdy shoulders three chains were spread, a choker drawn tightly about her long neck with a final necklace layering beneath them all. Her right shoulder, precariously inked with a Djimbi tribal image, bore only a couple armlets beneath it, ones she’d taken an especial liking to. The adjacent upper arm bore a trio of strapping brown belts, each spaced equally from the other. She wore no gauntlets or gloves, unless the need arose, leaving her forearms and hands completely bare, save a few choice bracelets about her right arm. Her breasts seemed ample given the simple, venomishly black corset she wore, stark turquoise buttons extending from top to bottom, bringing the tight-laced garment to a close. Sitting low on her curvy hips was a brown skirt, layered in the fashion of a flamenco dress to her mid thigh, another dysfunctional trio of belts haphazardly placed over the top. Her final garment, a pair of tight-fitting black boots reaching up to her knee, each laced with precision and care.
Personality Ryv is as nefarious and lewd as any man could ever possibly be, brazenly shooting her mouth off when she feels the need to say what needs to be said. She has no hindrances when it comes to her opinions, and she's never one for subtlety. She is vastly unpredictable and extremely rash, making her a danger to her crew, which has gained her some of the most loyal men and a couple felonies along the way. She is famous for her dyslexia, as well as her quick changes of mind. However, the most enjoyable quality of her's is her precarious sense of humor, and her desire to bring comic and jest into any of her actions and dealings. She has no problem with bloodshed or violence, as that was the environment she grew up in, and encourages it for the sheer amusement of it all.
Skills && Weapons Ryv, being a captain of her own ship, has become extremely adept at maneuvering the large, bumbling vessel. However, when not combating other ships, she prefers a good ass-beating with nothing but her fists, which have become just as lethal as her mouth. However, she does carry a simple staff, no longer than an ordinary pipe, which gives her joy to bash over people's heads.
History Ryv's parents were exiled from their home in Djimbi, bearing their child on the planet Mokjo, where she would grow up and be exposed to every single one of the evils the planet has to offer. She was always a child who was wild, the one who would leap off of buildings just for the hell of it. She was irritatingly adventurous, taking off at wild hours much to her parents dismay. The day she turned sixteen, she went off to join the ranks of the flyers, as she called them, to become a pilot. However, she was a bit impatient about the entire ordeal, and managed to pull off stealing another captain's ship. She learned to pilot it, plundering came next, and by the time she had the money, she gave the man back his ship, simply because she was sick of him stalking her around. That did deter his thirst for revenge, but, when given the change, he pulls Ryv as far down as he possibly can, which has only made her stronger, and cockier in the end.

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UserName: Miakoda
Name: Rikki
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Encorion
Appearance: Her belts and pouches are filled wigh everything needed to fix something.
Personality: Shes very shy to people but she'll do as askedd. Give her something electronic to work with and she a happy camper. Give her something to fix and she tell you the exact hours to seconds it will take her to fix it.
Skills and weapons (if app): Shes a mechanic. Her weapon generally a gaint wrench she has in her hand but if in battle a plasma pistol work fine. She doesn't shoot it very much, pistol whipping is fun for her.
History: She comes from the planet Ecoria. She was orphaned as a child but was soon taken in as an aprentise for a high paid mechanic who taught her all the tricks of the trade.

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UserName: jurupamae (possibly smarmy madeline sparrow, haven't decided which I am going to use yet)
Name: Anoxam "Axe" Shoninyarr
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Lunarian
Appearance: Axe appears more human than Lunarian and it has been rumored that his mother had had an affair which lead to such traits. He has long jet black hair that hangs to the middle of his back with several silver and fluorescent blue streaks running through it. Generally he wears it in a braid and tucks it under a hat or other assorted headgear. He is 7'2 and weighs approximately 285 lbs. He does not need to work out at all since Lunarians are naturally lean and strong. His eyes are naturally blue but will change to a deep violet or emerald green and varying shades in between depending on his mood. His skin is a dark tan color, which is odd since Lunarians are typically olive or green in coloration.

Generally Axe is garbed in standard issue police gear: blue and white camouflage pants, black boots, an augmented Kevlar type vest underneath a white shirt with the IGPF logo on it, a military issue chest plate on top of his shirt (can't be too cautious, lol Wink), and black fingerless gloves. His helmet used to be blue with the IGPF logo on it but Axe felt that he stuck out like a sore thumb so he spray painted it black. It has an Infra-red flip down sight over the right eye. He does not like to snipe his victims and will often choose close combat. He often carries a heavy Microgun, grenades, a standard Lunarian pistol, and a very long combat knife. He has a police issue baton, mace, and handcuffs strapped to his belt. He has the appearance of a man who has aged much harder and faster than other men of his age. Deep wrinkles mark his forehead and surround his eyes and he is generally unshaven. A long jagged scar runs along his left cheekbone and behind his ear. Around his neck he wears the symbol of the Lunarian God of War that he never takes off.

While at home he can often be found in his robe and undies with a drink in hand.

Personality: Axe is sour, jaded, and sarcastic. He finds humor in the most desperate situations and generally laughs at other people's expense. He does not care whether he lives or dies at this point. He can be brutal and has been known to use torture as an effect method of obtaining a confession but he is very religious and believes he was sent by the gods themselves to rid the universe of its evil scourge. He is relentless and will pursue a target forever if necessary. He is also known to take trophies from criminals he has caught and has an odd assortment of them in his living room. He is very proud of them and if drunk he will go on and on about how he acquired them.

History: Axe was a happy child on Lunaria until he got older and began to look more and more human. The religious leaders concluded that his mother must have had an affair and thus punished her by banishing her to the nearby planet of Octamare 1. It was a harsh environment with many predators and Axe never saw her again. He was befriended and later raised by an old priest of the War temple and brainwashed to believe that he was sent to kill those that did not follow the Kryptican, the Lunarian biblical text. When the priest died Axe left Lunaria and ended up on Fryth where he enrolled in the police academy and graduated with honors. He figured being a policeman would be the best way to rid the galaxy of heretics and nonbelievers. He met a woman named Lloralyn while in the academy and fell in love. Unfortunately she did not agree with his beliefs that the galaxy need to be rid of those that did not follow his religion and she left him. Scorned and with a broken heart he became bitter and felt he would never find love again.

He is currently in Fryth drinking the day away.

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UserName: Laveris

Name: Laveris Callista LeSwift

Age: 22

Gender: female

Race: Frythian

Appearance: Click

Personality: Hard and sharp, at first. She seems to hold little emotion and her sense of humor is just a little sadistic, but really she just hates to loose face or be seen to care very much for anything. She's also highly suspisious and untrusting. Once people get to know her better, she is revealed to be loyal and kind (but only to those people she likes or cares about, or believes is being wronged), everyone else holds little interest for her. She loves to feel in control of her own destiny, though has no special interest in being a leader she would be quick to advise and give her own opinion.

Skills and weapons (if app): Gun. She shoots things. xD She also has good knowledge of intersteller trading, having made that her profession.

History: Laveris was the daughter of a fairly well-to-do family, until their deaths. Having inherited the family estate she gambled away as much of the weath as she could - what was left she used to fund a group of revolutionaries with whom she held sympathy, eventually joining them as a full member until the final fight they held, where all but she and one other where killed. Holding the name of LeSwift guarenteed her a merciful punishment; one year's service in the military, of which she chose the space division. After serving her time, Laveris had found being away from Fryth was something that made her happy and felt her place was amongst the stars. She joined with a merchant crew and learnt the trade until she could afford her own cargo ship. She makes her money transporting goods, people, etc... for a fee, particulary if those goods are slightly illegal or the person is escaping injustice.

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UserName: Arcada
Name: Suat Adimen (Soo-at Ah-dih-men)
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Bhati
Home Planet: Rana

Occupation: Merchant. She specializes in exotic goods, especially plants and animals. She also sells fine jewelry, cloths (silks etc), food, drink and so on. She also specializes in selling weapons of high caliber most often found on black markets. Her customers are usually quite wealthy. She is also an adept thief, although she rarely ver steals from customers.

Appearance: Suat stands at 4'8" with long, thin but well-muscled limbs, much like a jack rabbit's. She is swift, agile and has astounding endurance for someone so small. She has messy ivory-colored hair that is choppily cut to her jaw. Suat's skin is the color of ground cinnamon, and is more brown than it is red. Her eyes are rust red and her right eye is most often taped over with a square of heavy cloth to keep out the light. She isn't missing her right eye, it's just that the difference in light outdoors and indoors on her planet is so dramatic that it is often advantageous to have one eye constantly used to the dark so that she doesn't have to worry about being ambushed when walking in a building. Her ears look like simple wings or gliding apparatus and are riddled with veins that help dissipate heat. The upshot of this is that her hearing is quite good. They can move independently of her head and of each other, which allows them to engage in a fanning motion that also aids in cooling. Her cheeks and neck often look swollen or puffed-up due to the fact that Bhati have water sacks in their cheeks and necks. Even this small amount of stored water is enough for her to survive for quite a long time. She generally forgoes filling them up when she is on more temperate planets.
In hotter climates she generally wears the light "cottony" outfits that are native to her people. These outfits consist of many layers of sheer, billowing, typically light-colored fabrics. When out in the desert she is covered from head to foot in these fabrics and wears light fabric shoes with sturdy soles. When on other, cooler planets she can be seen swaddled in various warm outfits. Even when a planet is warm enough for her to wear her traditional Bhati garb (which she prefers) she will wrap her sensitive ears in warm cloths, as they are so efficient at dissipating heat that they quickly make her quite cold in all but the hottest environments.

Personality:
Bhati are very often honor-driven people, even when engaging in dishonorable activities and Suat is no different from her kindred in this respect. She is quick to anger over a perceived insult (words speak louder to her than actions). Her wrath is not to be dismissed, even if her size makes her seem harmless. She is, however, a completely different person when speaking to potential customers. She is something of a smooth-talker and prides herself in being able to sell just about anything to anyone. She will talk to anyone, even the most vile of creatures, provided that they are interested in her wares. Suat's main vice is that she's something of a hedonist. She likes expensive food, expensive alcohol, expensive clothes, expensive jewelry and basking in the glow of good company (both male and female, she's not choosy). Despite the fact that she's a merchant, she seems to have relatively little interest in actually acquiring money (beyond spending it on things to keep her amused; she isn't a hoarder). It seems that it's the pure enjoyment she gets from act of selling things or stealing things rather than the outcome that drives her. Wealth is just a neat little bonus for her.

Skills and weapons (if app):
Although she is good enough at wielding the smaller versions of glaives and scimitars found on her planet, she prefers not to engage in close-quarters combat with other species due to her small stature (unless they are of similar hight and build). In these cases she resorts to guns. She also uses a stiletto when sneaking up behind enemies. It should be noted that she is not a warrior and only fights when she must. Her weapons training is par for the course for anyone in her clan, and she is not particularly talented. Due to her job she has vast knowledge of herbs from not just her own planet but from many others; this makes her adept at healing and poisoning. She is also quite good with languages.

History: Suat was born on Rana as part of a large warrior clan. She comes from a wealthy merchant family and as such she is highly educated. She began her career as a merchant when she was 12 (as do all her family members) and through hard work and a large amount of natural talent has worked her way up to higher societal positions, not just within her large family, but also within her clan. In recent years she has tackled intergalactic trading and has made quite a name for herself.

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user name: Longcat
Name: Tobis Jeero
Age: 22
Female
Race: Spilth (spider gorgons)
Appearance: Very frail body build, she is very tall and lanky, 6’3” but only 104 lbs. She has six arms, all very thin and long, although she keeps four close to her body so she has more of a humanistic appearance. Despite her anorexic looks she is very strong and incredibly agile, much like her kin spiders. Her hair comes to the bottom of her ribs and appears to be silky white with black hair clips; in reality it is silk and the black hairclips are spiders. She has clear blue eyes, which seem large on her small narrow face. She is constantly smiling and her sharp needle like teeth showing.
She is taken to wearing flowing silk robes which help hide her two extra sets of arms. Her robes are in the standard police issue style: blue and white camouflage print. She wears the black boots and fingerless gloves issued to all police; but has chosen to forgo the standard armor in favor of her people’s natural silk armor.
Personality: She is overenthusiastic about just about everything she does, and policing is no exception. She is not the most intelligent or cunning of people and is easily manipulated and taken to bribery. She adores the idea and concept of being a police officer, and idolizes her superiors. She is very dangerous and can become blood thirsty, as in her spider nature.
Skills and weapons: She was issued the standard police issue baton and mace, she also carries dual Beam Daggers which are capable of cutting through a lot of things and cauterize wounds as they are created, and a dual set of standard pistols. She is taken to knitting as well, so she does carry her knitting needles, but when she does knit it means she is preparing for trouble as she knits with her silk creating defensive armor. She cannot climb walls or spin webs, she is not Spiderman; she is a spider gorgon, which allows her control over the spiders that reside on her head along with spiders around her, they are capable of spider things like spinning webs.
History: She grew up a happy child with all the modern amenities of her people. Her family was supportive of her decision to join the academy where she excelled in many of the classes, including multiple-hand to hand combat. While in the academy she heard the over glorified tales of bandit hunting, she felt compelled to become a field officer and enthusiastically joined. With no looking behind her she continues to hunt down and prosecute bandits and thieves.

“Hey!! Hey!! HEY!!” Jkelo yelled noisily through his bars into the semi-crowded prison. He wasn’t the only self preserved deviant there; in fact the prison was full of them thieves, murderers, kidnappers, fellow bandits. However he thought he was the best one in there, too good to be held in. “HEY!! I can’t be kept here!! This is not my place! Release me this instant.” He slammed a hoof down to the ground, the hollow sound echoed in his cell. “I demand to speak to someone; I want to know on what grounds I am tried and convicted for!”
Other members of the prison nearby sensed trouble and gleefully joined in. A chorus of pleas and angry shouting erupted, cat calls and jeering took place, grunts and cries of terror could be heard. Obviously the guards did not take lightly to this and began to gather needed equipment to quiet the riot that had broken out. High powered blasts of air were sent into each room and separate guards stationed themselves with billy-vibro-sticks at the more troublesome inmate’s cells. Things quieted down slowly, the guards were used to outbreaks like this. Jkelo sulked in his cell, he wanted to be out, spending his well earned cash on frivolous things and getting into more high end illegal trouble. But here he was, stuck in jail.
“those no, good, double, backstabbing, undercover, get me into jail, fat heads. When I get out I’m gonna show them. I’m gonna create a blast that will shake the very foundations of Mokjo’s piratical foundation. And cause such an uproar that even Gllopkou’s forces will tremble. Haruph.” He pouted and sulked, mumbling and name-calling.

"As for you!" A guard sneered at Jkelo, smirking, "Looks like you got a 'permanent' visitor, heh-heh..." He pulled the door open as a lad was thrown in, the kid was barely into his twenties yet but he got up stubbornly and put himself into a sitting position, head lowered, though in the illumination his forehead was bleeding out, no mercy even for teens.
Truthfully Zydex didnt know why he was here either, he'd been captured and imprisoned falsely. Justice was no longer a factor anymore, even for bystanders who werent aware of who they were talking with,
"Have fun getting to know eachother, inmate scum." The guard snarled and cackled, walking off, the door was locked shut again. Zydex didnt look up just yet, stifling a small chuckle at his fortune, he gripped something tight in his right hand, and whatever it was, it made him most pleased,
"Brutal... But stupid..."

Jkelo lunged for the open door, right past the kid. The guard quickly closed the door right at he reached it, slamming into the cold metal. The guard laughed as he walked off “Have fun getting to know each other, inmate scum.” Snarling Jkelo moved away from the door and sat opposite of this new prisoner.
“For the love of, those bottom dwelling fermented brained ooze. They’ll see, I’m the best, the Best! And when I’m on the outside they’ll wish they’d never crossed me, no one crosses me and…” he trailed off fuming. He slammed his hoof down on the ground again the loud noise reverberated in the cell. A slight chuckle noted the boy’s presence to Jkelo, he stared intently at his new inmate. He was young , very young, and he was bleeding.
“You there. You, kid. I need to get out of here. You can come too seeing as we’re in the same cell when I break out.” He went silent for a bit thinking. “hey, kid, ever worked on a ship before?”

The kid grinned when he was told that Jkelo needed to get out of here, it was amusing because that was Zydex' personal intent too. His hand loosened and he flipped out an object that may have been of interest of Jkelo,
"I'm not a pirate or a theif, but I do know what slight of hand is..." The lad looked out of the cell, the guards were gone off on their patrols,
"As for working on a ship, never, but I'm probably the best damn pilot you'll ever meet." Zydex chucked the keycard over to Jkelo, "I've got me a good memory, I saw all the codes they punched in..." The teen lifted himself up onto his bed on the other side of the room,
"But if we're leaving, best start soon because the guard wont be dumb enough to not notice his only keycard is missing."

The item gleamed in the boy’s hand, slight of hand was an easy trick to perform but against guards this guy must have been a prodigy. Jkelo’s eyes glistened at the sight of such a simple treasure, he wanted it, but mostly he wanted out, and it looked like this kid was his only way. He smiled and smoothed his features, he caught the card as it was tossed, and glinting in away that only treasure could.

“Kid. I’ll give it to ya, you’re good. But just think about it, once you escape, how will you leave the doldrums of this planet? Gotta take a ship when you find one, and I’m offering you a ticket out of here. But first, why would you go and do a thing like that in the first place? Want to get me in more trouble and ship me off to Fryth’s prisons?” His ear fin’s twitched triangulated the sounds of guards and other inmates’ locations. It seemed that their guard hadn’t noticed the lost card yet, and was moving on further down the hall, quieting a loud and burly Gllopku drunk in for the night.

"Well in my opinion, its more trouble than its worth to stay here because if they're unreasonable enough to lock me up just because I was with Space Pirates, what else could they pull to make my lift a misery? Besides, so far Space Pirates are the nicest guys I've run into, that includes you." He smirked, reaching out of the cage,
Okay, memory, lets see what you've got... He pressed the buttons that locked their cage carefully,
"In human language... Three... Three... Zero... Six, Nine... Seven...!" He grined, a click signified the unlocking of the cage, all they had to do was slide it open quietly. The guys across from them in another cage saw this but Zydex pressed a finger to his lips, winking,
"If we're gonna escape.. The more the better..." He looked over to Jkelo, Zydex was stuck in a lab full of humans, even though the informaiton in his head gave him much knowledge on races, actually seeing new, unique beings was more interesting,
"There's gotta be an all unlock switch somewhere right? I'm pretty fast, maybe I can find it and cause a little chaos, got any idea where it could be?"

How she had managed to get this far was a mystery to her, but, there she was now. Gllopku. She had only been there a handful of times before, and the planet fascinated her. Many people said it was a living thing. When someone told her that as a little girl, she had gulped and walked very carefully. She was a little less concerned about that now, figuring that if this thing could handle buildings being built on it, her footsteps wouldn’t bother it any. She shifted her bag on her shoulder, looking around. She had managed to hop on a cargo ship to get to this planet. It was important that she got off her home planet as quickly as possible so the chances of her being spotted went down by, well, a lot. Even looking like some normal kid, back home, she’d have been noticed.

Now she was on the moving planet, and knew that this was still too close to home (for now, at least). No, she had a plan, she’d have to keep moving for it to work, though, and, she knew the best way to do this. Get in with some sort of outlaws. They’d stay far away from all the places she wanted to stay away from, and, they always kept moving. She spotted one that looked like it wasn’t from this area and after cracking a few lock codes, was safely stowed away in the storage area and hidden among some crates. She was unarmed, and she was alone. This was perfectly safe.

"Keeping it down would be appreciated, you dolts," a woman's voice wafted from the darkness, speaking inter-planetary Basic, that all races were supposed to understand and speak. A Gllopkuan woman stepped forward, leaning her head against the bars and staring at the two males with a look of slight disinterest, and a book clutched in one of her thin hands. "If you're going to break out, take me with you. I'm bored of this dump, and I don't have any reason to stay anymore.

"Besides, if we can get my swords out of the Confiscation office, I can fight better than anyone else on this blob." The woman looked down at the ground below her with indifference, despite the fact that it was her ancestor. Redirecting her solid, dark blue eyes to the prisoners in the cell next to hers, she shifted her weight and stood up straight, a tall woman, about 6'2" by human measurement. Even in the pale light of the prison, her teal skin glowed luminously. "I'm Alyne Zohltx, daughter of Tympoq Zohltx, head of the Gllopkuan interplanetary mafia. But he's dead, so that might very well make me the head; I don't know or care. I just want out of this dump, and I'm not interested in sitting my ass behind a desk in a dark, dusty room giving orders to shady figures. I want adventure. Can you give me that?" One eyebrow-arch raised, and she rested one delicate hand on it's corresponding hip. Her stinging tentacles rested in front of her shoulders, dangling next to her waist.

"You," her eyes focused better on the dark-haired Dormstein in the neighboring cell, and she addressed him directly. "You're Jkelo Darmac, right? 'Famous space pirate extraordinaire', right?" her tone changed slightly with recognition. "I've seen you on news holograms. Almost as wanted as my father was. Around here, anyway. Funny that you ended up being locked-up here, eh? Good luck for me." She stared down at him with interest and mild respect, her dress waving slightly as her posture altered.

Jkelo liked the kid’s style, mass panic was one way to escape and it provided a few extra hands if they managed to free his ship from impoundment. But call him a nice guy was stepping over boundaries unknown, Jkelo would like to be remembered as anything other than a nice guy.

“Wise guy eh? Well let it be known I am NOT a nice guy, on the contrary I’m a rotten, no good, lying, cheating bandit who would sell his mother’s tomb stone for info on the big one.” He quickly and silently sent a mental word to his mother in apology. She was a nice lady, good with food too, selling her tomb stone was out of the question. “But make with the panic. It’ll bring some much needed amusement to this place and an easy get away for us.”

A giant of a woman, at least to Jkelo, stepped up to their cell and spoke in Basic. She wanted out too, and who was he to pass up the offer of a lovely lady, and a deadly one at that. Jkelo pulled himself up to his full height of 5 foot 4, and spoke with authority and a slight hint of distrust; he could never get that taste out of his mouth nowadays.

“Alyne is it? I think I knew your father, very well in fact. A good man, true to his word but a boring lump of a man. I can promise adventure all right, I seem to be good at that, riches and adventure. If we can get you out, I’ll personally help you find the Confiscation office, no doubt that’s where they keep all the fun and interesting weapons we bring in with us.” He turned to the kid, and quickly hid a smile, he was good. The door was open and it looked like he was already looking for ways to open the rest. Chaos and dis-order were a great cover for escaping.

"A lump is a rather accurate and perfect way to describe my father. Riches aren't important to me, but adventure is something I can wrap my tentacles around." To punctuate this, her stinging tentacles waved a little. "The all-open switch, by the way," she turned her eyes towards the white-haired one who was creeping around in a way that reminded her of a mouse, "is at that end of the hall." The hand that clutched the book pointed the literature's corner in the direction of the guard. A large throw switch rested comfortably on the wall behind him, next to a large door. "So's the Confiscation office, unfortunately," she added with a sigh, turning her attention back to Jkelo.

"If it comes to fighting, I don't need my swords. I've been trained in some martial arts as well, but the blades help. Oh well. I've got these," she lifted her stinging tentacles gingerly, making sure to not grab the stingers or something stupid like that. "They won't do too much damage against their armor, but it's better than futilely punching at them, I suppose. You wouldn't happen to have anything handy, would you?" she let her eyes wander around the prison, at anything that she might be able to use. "Oh! Nevermind. I see some temporary substitutes," she motioned towards a small box near the currently-empty guard room, where extra weapons were stored. Stupid to have them in the open like that, she thought, but she wasn't going to complain. "I see some generic base-model blades that I can use until I get mine.

"It's almost sad how underfunded the police force is here."

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"I'll be back." He smileed, making a thumbs up sign to Jkelo and the tall lady, he silently puled the door open, peering out to see where the guards where, hm, perfect, one was walking in the direction of the throw-switch.
"Hehe, liking taking candy, or so they say..." The boy was fast indeed as he slid out of the cell, digging in ont he bars across fromt hem and kicking off as he bounded down the hall, the guard had enough time to turn before the boys heels came down on the aliens face, with a heavy impact the body slid some ways down the hall with Zydex riding upon it. At the same time Zydex grabbed a gun off the guard, examining it quickly before leaping down the hall to grab the switch and pull it down
"It's party time people!" He called as all the doors unlocked, sliding open, this was sure to cause some trouble indeed as the anxious to escape criminals scrambled out of their cells.
"Now, about that confiscation room..." He looked over his shoulder to where it may be, "Hmmmm."

Jkelo smirked as the rest of the doors slid open, prisoners at first checking for traps and tricks then rowdily running for the exits. He stepped out of his cell and banged his hoof loudly on the floor, the loud noise caught their attention and most of them stopped and turned to face him. “urh, oo dis ‘ere? Iddle rund ahnd ooor addension?” a prisoner spoke through heavy tusks. Jkelo was tiny compared to some of the prisoners, but he had that air about him that demanded attention.

“This ‘Little runt’ as you so called me wants all you to listen for a bit. Now I won’t hold you back from killing or escaping, I just want a few of you to stick with me. Follow me for a bit, I’m high-tailing it out of here and need a few good hands behind my ship. Ye got that? Now do-it-to-it!” he quickly resolved his little meeting and turned to face the Gllopku girl, and made note of the swinging tentacles. They hurt and he knew it, just better to stay on the friendly side of those things. That box probably carried only basic standard weapons the guards used; he needed to get down to the kid and the confiscation room. That’s where his guns would be.

“Ok Alyne. Time we go help out the kid down there. I’ll be wanting my guns back, and your swords. Who knows what he had with him when he came in, but he can find something too.” He stalked down the hall maneuvering through the rough crowd dodging fights and brawls.

Alyne raised an eyebrow arch in appreciation for the kid's daring stunt, and walked calmly out of her cell and through the brawling criminals. Most of these guys were grunts, too stupid for her to have ever had dealings with or for her to even consider wasting her time on. If Alyne was one thing, it was snobby. "Yes, I'd rather get my swords than some base-model blade. It's almost sad how under-funded this department is, but I'm hardly complaining." Weaving gracefully through the crowds of thugs, she made her way to the other end of the hall and past the kid with the sweet moves. "Right here, sweetie," she addressed him with words laced with sugar and a kindly smile, treating him quite like a child as she pushed open a door to her right and stepped in to the small, dark, crowded room. As soon as she entered, though, a light buzzed on, and she calmly rummaged through the piles of boxes filled with junk that were stacked up to the ceiling in the limited space. It looked more like a closet than anything.

Turning around, she pushed some grimy boxes aside and opened a cabinet concealed behind them. Inside were her swords, along with a few other nice looking sets of weaponry. With a gentleness that one wouldn't expect from a swordswoman, she lifted the sheath straps from the hooks where they rested and slipped them over her shoulders, creating an X-like shape over her chest and across her back. Turning her attention back to the cabinet, she slipped a whip off of another hook on the door and wrapped it around her waist. It didn't belong to her before, but it did now.

"Jkelo, anything in here that belongs to you?" she called down the hall, still focused on the great amounts of different kinds of awesome weaponry hanging up in that one solitary cabinet. She really doubted that she could fit all of it onto her person, but she definitely wanted to. Pushing more boxes aside, she found another cabinet like the first one, opening it to reveal other effects aside from weapons inside. There were bags of drugs, which she wasn't discreet about hiding a few of in her dress, stolen jewelry that she took a little of-- slipping rings and bracelets on here, sliding a necklace over her head there-- and even a small safe-box which she guessed to be full of money. Without even blinking or taking a second to think it over, she drew a sword from her back and sliced the steel container in two in one swift motion. "Ah, so it was money after all," she smiled happily and picked up the money, sliding it into a large stolen purse hanging up in the closet, which she then slung over her shoulder. Apparently, this room also doubled as a storage facility for unclaimed items. And a hiding place for the department's funds.

Not the smartest place, that was for sure.

Sliding her blade back into it's sheath, she continued to look around the room, wondering what else could be found behind the mountains of boxes.

Sweetie? Zydex gave the alien woman a puzzled smiled but to accompany her name for him he gave a sweet smile, bounding over to where she was and began sliding out boxes totcheck them over, he chucked them over his shoulder carelessly until he found something of interest, a hard metal case, key still in, he turned it and oh if the space sirens could sing right there right then as he slowly lifted the lid, a pair of handguns, lined together nicely, and in the top of the box two straps and holests, on for either leg, he made quick work of putting them on and securing them before leaping out of the way of of a falling body.
Where he'd gone? He was on a door, the police gun he'd taken still in hand as he fired a shot behind Alyne, a guard that was about to go for her dropping dead,
"Uh-uh-uuuuh, not nice!" The police gun was chucked aside and he leapt down, examining the dead body, poking it, "That didnt hurt too much did it? sorry guy!" Clueless, pretty much, or maybe he'd seen dead people, he just wasnt sure what it was like. Was he just mocking a dead body? Was ther some kind of detatched twisted side to him that really didnt care what happened tot hese other creatures. Truth be told he didnt care all that much, or atleast the graveness of death had never been enforced before, just what it was.

“Hey kid. Watch where you point those things next time.” Jkelo slid up next to him, and smiled a large grin, toothy and meant for show. He stepped into the room with the others and started grabbing at weapons. None were his but who cared now, right? He spotted what looked to be simple weapon box after box, nothing caught his eye.

Frowning he turned to Alyne, “Say you wouldn’t have happened to see two rather interesting guns? Possibly accompanied by an assortment of nifty rounds? I really would like…” he trailed off and grinned like a maniac. There, against one wall was a key rack, and there in the rack were his keys to his baby. Jkelo almost flipped over the table trying to get to his keys. These guards weren’t all that smart, keeping everything in one place, but it sure made great for looting and ransacking the place.

He had his keys and a few people to help get his ship off, now all he needed were his guns. The first pieces of treasure he ever kept for himself, a Time Revolver and an Elemental Pistol. Beautiful workmanship and wonderful side effects.

Alyne watched the kid with curiosity as he killed the guards, smiling and sending a thanks in his direction before turning back to Jkelo about his questions. "I'm afraid I haven't seen any guns like that," she told him with a grin as he nearly ripped the room apart in a mad-dash for a pair of keys hanging from a rack. "I'm sure there are plenty of cabinets in here, though, and you probably won't have too hard of a time finding them." As she said that, she pushed aside a tall tower of boxes, sending them toppling over with a large commotion.

"Oops! If those gunshots didn't attract any other guards in here, that definitely did," she looked around at her two new male companions apologetically, when something caught her eyes. On the ground, peeking out from one of the boxes that had spilled over onto the floor, were two guns and several loose rounds of ammunition. They fit the description of 'rather interesting' quite to a 'T', and she scooped them up, along with the rounds, with her long, thin fingers. "These wouldn't happen to be your guns, would they?" she asked with a grin, holding the guns in one hand and the ammunition in the other. Turning the box back onto it's base with one foot, she poured the ammo back in and picked it up. There were hundreds more rounds rolling around in the box, some were contained, some weren't.

"Hmmmm?" Among the loose ammunition, she spotted something interesting-- it looked as though a small, furry creature had found it's way into the box, and was rooting around through the rolling rounds in an attempt to escape, squeaking repeatedly in fear as the box moved. Absent-mindedly, she tossed the guns towards Jkelo and pulled the rodent-looking animal out. Setting the box down and holding the squirming beast in both hands, she smiled happily. "It's cuuuuute!" she squealed, clutching it to her ample chest and twisting on her hips. "Am I going to be allowed to keep a pet on your ship, Jkelo?" she asked in the most innocent voice she could muster. How could she possibly let an adorable thing like this stay in a dump like the prison?

Tilting her face down to her new fluffy friend, she smiled cutely and spoke in a childish voice that people reserved for pets and small children. "I think I'll call you... Nywele!" she giggled and hugged it again, eliciting terrified squeaks from the rodent. Alyne gently lightened her grip on it and found a smaller box. Clutching Nywele, she dumped the container's contents onto the already cluttered floor and put the fuzzy creature in, securing the lid tightly and puncturing small air holes in the sides of the weak material. "I can keep him... right?" Her eyes widened and she put on an adorable face. "I mean, I found your guns! And judging by the silence so far, it doesn't seem like I attracted any guards with those boxes..."

Just then, ironically, several sets of loud footsteps echoed down the other end of the hall as more guards arrived for the shift change. Low murmurs were heard as they talked, and the occasional guffawing laugh punctuated unheard jokes. The shadows of the thick-bodied Gllopkuan men moved along the opposite wall as they drew closer. "Shit...!" Alyne hissed, eyes narrowing as she noticed what lame timing that was. Nywele squeaked inside it's box as it scratched around for an escape, the scratches growing more frantic as the box was set down gently on the floor. Both of Alyne's blue hands reached for the hilts of her swords, pulling them out of their sheathes in a fluid movement and holding them in front of her. The blue and white blades glittered even in the minimal light of the closet/Confiscation office, and she couldn't help but smile slightly at them. These were her babies, and she cared for them almost as much as she did for the pendent around her neck. Subconsciously, she almost grabbed for it but managed to stop herself and remain focussed on the fight that seemed imminent at this point.

"The guy wont reply..." Zydex poked the corpse one more time, "Sucks to be him I guess." he stood up, looking to where the guards were coming from, to his amusement though, the lady was getting worried but he watched as the escaped prisoners rampaged downt he hall int he direction of the guards, trampling them, beating them and releasing more prisoners,
"Ouch, I wonder if they're okay." Zydex chuckled, looking down the halls they were still in, "Hey things look pretty clear, we should take this chance-huh?" Zydex looked at the boxes, there was something suddenly interesting him there as he reached down, his hand grasped a black ball of sorts, it was a bomb, and that was well understood,
"Who wants to make some renovations?" Zydex smiled, kicking opent he box the ball was near, there were more, "This place could do with a make-over, it needs a theme name... How about Scorched Black?!" Zydex chuckled, this would definitely proving to be a hell of alot of fun.

Juggling both guns and his keys Jkelo wobbled back on his hoofs. He accidentally stepped on a shell that was rolling around on the ground, slipping backwards he shot a round into the air. Lightning laced out on the ceiling and knocked the lights out.

“Great! Just great!” Jkelo crawled over to where his guns were found and began to collect the ammo. “Scattered ammo and it’s dark! I can’t wait to get out this place. Hey kid call this place whatever you want but we need out soon.” He scooped the remaining ammo into a box and tied it to the rest of the stuff he was bogged down with.

The guards were coming back for more, and they were still gathering stuff. Alyne prepared for a rumble and had her swords unsheathed, the kid was even ready and looked like he had a bomb. Escaped prisoners made it to the guards first and beat them while letting more prisoners free. Jkelo stood up and looked at the two ruffians he seemed to have gathered and announced the time had come.

“Fellows, its bound time we got out of here, you got what you want weapon-wise? I’ve got a way out that should be our ticket.” He grinned manically and cocked his guns. “you ready for fire, kid? NOW!” he yelled as he shot two rounds one from each gun, he hoped Zydex tossed the bomb too. Everything would be engulfed in flames and time would slow allowing them to escape.

Zydex had time to set the bomb he had to detonate on impact and threw it in the path of the bullets, next quickly setting the other bombs to sensitivity mode and placed them around carefully before smiling, they'd react the moment heat got too close tot hem. One final bomb.
Zydex moved away fromt he others so they wouldnt get affected by the blast, setting it in a wall and ducking around a corner for cover.
The explosion shook the ground and once the debris was gone Zydex rushed into the dust, sirens wailing and hopefully his new friends were right behind him.