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Jan 27, 2009 12:38:08 GMT -5
Post by khamar on Jan 27, 2009 12:38:08 GMT -5
OCC: Just a little post since I'm bored. Alaina can join in laterz when you ready. But for now i will post every once and awhile to show what Rothgar is up to back on the ORION.
Rothgar was in the SPECTER locker room sitting on a bench and rubbing his face with both hands. A uniformed friend came in. "There was nothing you could do to save the women" The man said in an attempt to confort him. About an hour ago the ship spectors reported to a call of domestic violence and hostage situation. A deranged reactor worker killed his wife before turning the gun on himself just seconds before Rothgar and his team raided the quarters.
Rothgar sighed. "If I only moved a few seconds faster I could have" The man interupted him. "Done what? You would have been shot" Rothgar stood up to open his locker. "Perhaps you are right" His friend lance saw him take off his old wedding ring and set it inside. "Ive never seen you take that off before. You finally moving on?" The man asked.
Rothgar took off his jacket to hang it up in the locker. "Yeah, I think it is what Madaline would have wanted... hey, I got something to show you" Rothgar pulled a small ring holder out the locker to show it to lance. "Thinking about asking Alaina to marry me" Lance raised and eyebrow. "And how long have you two been dating?" Rothgar shrugged to close the ring case and put it back in the locker. "I dunno, almost a year now give or take a month"
Lance shook his head and crossed his arms. "You are planning to turn a convict into a housewife?" Rothgar held up a finger and winked. "Ex Convict" Lance raised and eybrow. "What?" Rothgar took off his tan T-shirt now and put in the locker. "She is an ex convict." Dropping his pants and wrapping a towl around his waist in preperation to enter the showers.
Lances face showed confusion. "Ex convict, Convict. There all the same. You cant trust her. I'm telling you this because I care for you. Your my best friend. I dont want you getting disapointed...... or hurt" Rothgar closed the locker to turn around.
"What do you mean by getting hurt?" Lance opened his wall locker to start undressing. "What do you really know about Alaina?" Rothgar was quick to answer. "Everything, we hold no secrets" Lance replied. "What about her crime?" Rothgar waved a hand of dismissal. "That is none of my bussiness. What's in the past is in the past" Besides. The people she killed were probably dicks" Lance laughed. "And your not?" Rothgar put a thumb to his chest. "Yes I am a dick, but a lovable one"
Lance pulled out a folder from his locker. "Oh really? I always had a bade vibe about your girl so I pulled out her files." He opened the folder to start reading. "She was married once to you know. The media colorfully calls her the black widow. Your girl is wanted for several murders including the murder of her husband. She slashed him across the throat. Though no ties have been linked she is supected of drowning her own baby in the tub. Her motives for the string of homocides is unknown.
Rothgar was speechless and took the file to read for himself. His face blank Rothgar put the folder in his locker and lance said as they went into the showers. "I say dump her. She is damaged goods. I dont want to wake up one morning and hear over the news vids that your throat was cut by your wife on the wedding night. Rothgar did not know if there was more to the story of why Alaina killed her husband and the others. But one thing he did know. When she came back to the ship. He would not be able to look on her the same. He had turned a blind eye to her past crimes because Rothgar knew he was not absent of sin having killed many innocents in the name of his current bosses.
But to kill ones own mate and offspring? That was a crime beyond forgiveness.
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Paradox
Jan 28, 2009 12:55:29 GMT -5
Post by khamar on Jan 28, 2009 12:55:29 GMT -5
Rothgar was drying himself off in the locker room when a female comrade elbowed lance and rolled her towl up to wip Rothgar in the ass. With a yelp that got laughs out the others Rothgar rubbed his sore behind. "Not cool demy" he told the women.
She started to ring out her hair and said. "So is it true puff? You plannen on marrying Alaina?" Rothgar put some pants on and replyed. "Dammit! What have I told you all about calling me that! And no. I have decided to hold off He was actually contemplating on telling his girlfriend he was thinking dumping her.
Now dressed in civilian cloths because he was off duty Rothgar closed his locker. Lance put a hand on his shoulder. "Yo bro. Lets head over to Loveless. I hear they got new girls" Rothgar scratched his chin in thought about Alaina. "I dunno... aint that kinda cheating on my girl" Lance laughed. "Cmon puff, your a geographical bachelor and last time I checked your girl was planet side" Rothgar gave lance a nasty look and lance said. "I know, dont call you that. Well if you are so against it just come and watch the girls work the pole. Maybe get a lap dance at the most. Nothing in the good book says you cant endulge your eyes" Rothgar put on his cap that said SPECTER.
"You know your right. I can look but I cant touch. Your buying the first round of beers Lance"
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Paradox
Feb 1, 2009 13:58:21 GMT -5
Post by Rothgar on Feb 1, 2009 13:58:21 GMT -5
Rothgar was sitting at the desk in his room paying no mind to Alaina whom was lieing on his.. her... there bed? He really did not know what to call it. She pratically lived with him.
"Your turn" He told EVA who he was playing chess with. A holographic pawn moved and EVA's electronic voice said. "I do not understand why you gave up your leave time to lady Alaina. She has done nothing as of wich to earn while you have. It is illogical"
Rothgar did not want to be having this conversation with EVA. Especially while his grieving girlfriend was trying to sleep. "I did it because I chose to. I am tired of trying to explain human emotions to you. You are a computer and canot comprehend it.
EVA moved another piece to reply. "The emotions you biologicals have are illogical and drives you to do irrational things. I strongly urge you think rather then act. Looking over the logs that your nanomachins produced I notice that your desision to let Alaina take your leave time was co inciding with a horomonal fluctuation leading me to two theorys." Rothgar rolled his eyes as he moved a piece.
"Your actions were mandiated by the biological need to court, win favor, copulate with her. Those horomonal fluctuations were also detected when you were at the facility codenamed "loveless" Rothgar cut the power to EVA and stood up slightly embarrased. "Enough of that" He muttered. The last thing he need was Alaina to know he was at the Orions strip club while she was gone.
Feeling tired because it was late he took off his shirt to lie down in bed next to Alaina. He nervously looked around for any sight of a knife. Seeing none he pressed the button to turn off the lights and tryed to get some sleep. But it was proving difficult. After learning of Alainas past. Well, he was worried at the moment about her cutting him while he slept.
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Paradox
Feb 2, 2009 13:15:18 GMT -5
Post by rothgar on Feb 2, 2009 13:15:18 GMT -5
Rothgar awoke sleepily rubbing an eye with a hand. He sniffed at the air for a moment. Something smelled nice. And that something was breakfast. Standing up to shower, shave and get dressed for the day Rothgar went into the kitchen of his quarters.
"Morning babe" He told alaina right before kissing her to sit down at the table. He looked at all the food and could not help but wonder how long she was up preparing this. His best guess was awhile. And probably only to distract her from the sorrow of losing family.
"Wow" Rothgar said as he put some food on a plate. "I hope you were not up to early preparing all this All this food looks fit for the tables of the king himself. The food proved far to much and after just one plate he pushed himself away from the table to put his hands up in the air.
"I'm done, I could not eat another bite" He looked to his watch. "I'm running late. EVA will string me up by my nuts" He stood up to put his plate in the sink. "you better hurry up and get ready to Alaina. Aren't you suppose to be down at the Medical bay by now. Rothgar was not sure what a Chief medical officer would do to a late underling. But he guessed something less harsh then what EVA would do to him.
Securing the belt that held his pistol Rothgar added as he left for the Specter locker room. "If you ever need to talk about whats on you mind. You know I'm always here He thought he heard wispers going down the corridoor but Rothgar quickly put that aside as just the two 'artifacts' playing with his head. He just hoped they did not effect poor alaina and drive her to act irrationally.
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Paradox
Feb 3, 2009 13:26:26 GMT -5
Post by rothgar on Feb 3, 2009 13:26:26 GMT -5
OCC: Blah, I'm so bored where I am right now.
As rothgar was getting ready in the specter lockeroom EVA's voice sounded loudly. "Detecting unknown jump signature. Scanning.... Confirmed. Huntsclan ship now in orbit over the planet" Rothgar grumbled. "just great"
The huntsclan. Intergalactic hunters they preyed on the most dangerous game in existance. They traveled from planet to planet. Hunting and collecting the skulls of there kills for trophys. And now they finally came here to hunt there most favorite of prey.
Onboard the hunters ship young trainys were all gathered in the trophy room awaiting guidance from the master hunters. All along the walls of the room hung dragon skulls of various sizes and skeletal design. Some even alien looking. But dragons non the less though killed in different worlds and dimensions.
A large man entered the room and all the human looking trainies knelt slamming a fist against there leather chest armors in perfect unison. The huntsclan were a tribal based society with strong codes and morales. Though they appeared and for the most part were primitive. The aquiring of technology countless ages ago helped preserve there heathic society.
The master hunter put on his hunting mask. Its eye sockets flashing yellow for a brief second as power to the decorated metal mask turned on. The audio device on the inside kicked up as he spoke. "We have traveled for many seasons across the stars. Time and time again you have proved yourselves" The hunter pointed to the skulls allighning the walls. "But there is but one more world with wich will test you. As it has tested your forefathers and there forefathers"
This world was no stranger to them. For countless generations the hunters have been using it as there hunting ground. Though none have ever seen them and lived to speak of it. There existance remains very true in the storys of ancient Aleleans. The tales of hunters that came from the stars to prey on them. Ghosts and demons without faces.
All the young hunters stood up to put on there hunting facemasks. Smooth, Blank and void save for the flashing yellow eyes as the power came on. "Slay a druac and bring its skull to add to the clans trophys. And full hunters you shall become. But remember your training. The druac on this world are not less dangerous then the ones you have slayed on other worlds. They are smaller true. But intelligent and cunning. The worthiest of prey." The master hunter waved a hand. "Go now! Travel to the surface and and do your ancestors proud'
With yells the young excited youths hit some buttons on there wrist computers. Shimmering they faded.
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Post by rothgar on Feb 4, 2009 7:27:47 GMT -5
Rothgar along with the other spectors got a call in the locker room to gear up for a mission and report to the operations room. He saw alaina sitting in a chair with her field uniform on. Not a good sign. "So whats the deal? This mission related to the huntsclan" rothgar asked while shouldering his battle rifle and looking around at his men.
EVA's voice came over the cieling mike. "negative sargeant. I have picked up a weak federation beacon not far off. A probe was launched and after scanning confirmed a derilict science vessel..... The Event horizon" Rothgar raised a eyebrow and tipped his helmet back a bit. Everyone in the alliance had heard of that ship. Before the alliance even discovered jumpdrives, wormholes, or even interdimensional travel the science frigate was studying up on it back in there home system. But it disapeared over 600 years ago.
"So where has she been all this time?" Rothgar asked. Evas response was quick. 'the reason for her disapearance and reapearance are classified beyond your access level. Your team is to board the Event horizon and retrieve any and all scientific data you find. Petty officer Alaina will be your field medic and mission analyst.
Rothgar was about to protest his girlfriends involvement but shut his mouth at seeing her give him a look. "Very well then, lets get this thing started..."
Later in a dropship rothgar stood in the cockpit with the pilots as they slowly passed by the science vessel for inspection. "no power" the pilot said. "should we try to raise her on the horn?" Rothgar smacked the pilot in the back of his flight helmet. "The event horizon has been missing for over 600 years. I dont think there is anybdy alive on that thing. But try anyway and bring us in for docking.
He went back into the cargo hold to sit down on the seats and looked at alaina monitoring some computers. Thankfully she would be safe onboard the dropship the entire mission.
The pilots spoke into there radios. "Event Horizon this is dropship Nirvana with the federation...... Event horizon come in" nothing but static came to there ears. "Event horizon..... prepare to be boarded"
Rothgar pushed down his helmet visor as he felt the dropship shake from docking. He stood up to speak to his men. "Alright boys. Put your game faces on" He led his men of the ramp of the dropship and the ramp closed shut. The dropship detached from the science vessel and hovered away from the ship.
A pilot came into the rear compartment to look at Alaina. "Are the spectors vitals and helmet cams working?" he looked to the multiple lit screens showing everything that Rothgar and his men were seeing.
Rothgars helmet camera showed them walking down a corridoor. The darkness being pushed back by the light on his rifle. Rothgars voice sounded loudly inside the computer station Alaina was monitoring.
"I see damage to the halls..... looks like pulse rifle rounds and random satchel charge explosions.... no bodys though.... Pushing on" there was beeping from the motion trackers and rothgar reported in to Alaina. "We got movment! Oh crap!" A monitor lit up and alarms blared as a soldier went deadline. Weapons fire sounded loudly. "Open Fire! Open Fire!" Rothgar yelled over the radio.
one of the privates voices came over the net. "Ah man! We lost apone! There coming out of the godamn walls!" The co pilot sitting next to Alaina at the computer station frantically looked at all the screens one after the other as the boarding party soldiers were going deadline.
"Jesus there dropping like flys! Your the mission analyst! Do something!" From the blank look of Alaina the copilot decided for her. "I'm calling an abort! Screw the mission and screw the boarding party. There as good as dead" he stood up to run to the cockpit and smacked his copilot on the shoulder as he sat down. "Take us back to the ORION. we lost he boarding party. I'm scrubbing the mission"
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Paradox
Feb 4, 2009 13:08:49 GMT -5
Post by rothgar on Feb 4, 2009 13:08:49 GMT -5
Rothgar did not know how long he was fighting with the other surivors. But eventually they made there way to the labs. he knelt now firing his battle rifle into the blankness of the hallway at the unseen figures.
A soldier ran out of the lab. "I got the research data!' he yelled while waving a data stick. Rothgar dropped a empty magazine and loaded a fresh one to continue firing. "Fall back to the docking bay!" he ordered. Another survivor from his squad ran out of the lab. "But sargeant. They left us!
Rothgar stood up to fire now yelling back. "The dropship will be there. Now go!" The two soldiers turned to run down the corridoor listening to there leader firing his rifle behind them. "Will the bird be there?" One asked the other. "I think so. The sargeant is screwing the mission analyst so I dont think they will leave us for dead. The other soldier laughed. "the ex convict? Oh now I know we are screwed"
Rothgar was on his last magazine and he fired while backing up from the screeches in the darkness in front of him. Hot brass clattering off the floor as it fell from his weapon. With a loud matalic click Rothgar dropped his rifle to start firing his pistol until it to ran out of ammo.
Dropping the pistol and grabbing a plasma grenade off his vest Rothgar bit the pin and threw the grenade. He knew he was a dead man. "Though i be the sole surivivor, dutifully will i proceed on mission and complete my objective..." He muttered the spector creed. It exploded with a loud bang and flash of blue superheated energy. The hull of the ship was breached and the air was sucked out.
Rothgar was sucked along with it and went spinning out into the cold spanse of space. His suit thankfully kept him alive. But it did little to help him now as he stopped spinning to look on the blue planet that was his home.
Feeling very tired he started to close his eyes. The voice of his mother singing a favorite song of his as a child in his mind.
Twinkle twinkle little star. how I wonder what you are. up above the world so high. like a diamond in the sky, though i know not what you are. twinkle twinkle little star...
Feeling all hope lost and imagining his men were doomed in there false hope in the docking bay Rothgar muttered before he went uncounsious. "Damn you Alaina. Why did you leave us. Damn convict.... never leave a man behind
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Feb 4, 2009 18:35:00 GMT -5
Post by Mai on Feb 4, 2009 18:35:00 GMT -5
A soft thump could be heard outside the softly whirring machine as it floated through space, currently without a set destination. The brunette man's eyebrows furrowed and he went to the door of the ship, which appeared to be a small, blue police call box on the outside, and opened it. The safety shield around the ship held in the air, as it always did, and, noticing a man in a suit simply floating, the sole man aboard the ship grabbed the person, hauled him in, and closed the door.
Well then, that was unexpected.
He murmured softly in an english accent and he slipped the helmet for the man's head off so that oxygen could get in. It wouldn't take long for him to recover--He wasn't all that deoxygenated yet, by the looks of it. But, while waiting, the man known simply as the Doctor went back over to his controls and began flipping a few switches here and there, and watching the screens, as if he had no care in the world.
[/size] -I knew I'd have to bring in Alexx's dad sometime....may as well save Rothgar while i'm at it -
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Post by rothgar on Feb 5, 2009 5:07:15 GMT -5
OCC: Well I guess the good doctor will have some fun studying Rothgar then.
Rothgar was sound asleep dreaming of happier times. A nightmare woke him up with a start though. He was in a strange ship with a strange man whos back was turned to him.
Rothgar going on the defensive unsheated a knife from his boot and started to walk to the man. But he stopped at feeling pressure in his head. The traumatic experience he survived awoke a ability very rare in the scientific world.
Groaning at his acheing head Rothgar dropped to his knees dropping the knife with a clatter. The ship power was fluctuating as if something was causing power surges. Rothgar growled further tightly holding his head. A screen cracked and soon after exploded. the very chair the good docotor was sitting in levited off the ground no doubt to his delight and dropped back to the ground swiftly.
Power returned to normal on the small craft and Rothgar shook his head and blinked his eyes as the pain went away. It seemed he was a awakening psychic. Telekenises, Pyrokenisis, Scrying, Foresight. The list of things he would be able to do with time and training went on and on.
Of course that was if EVA did not find out about it. In the federation. Psychic's if discovered were quickly detained and put in the persues project for study, examination, sometimes even experimentation.
Rothgar looked to his gloved hands and tightened them into a fist. The leather creeking from the strain of it. "What is going on?" he muttered. "So many voice and places all flashed in my head...." He looked to the man. "your...." He paused to close his eyes. "People call you the doctor.... ugh, my head. He started to read a distant thought of his. "You wont find K-9 or your daughter easily.... K-9 is onboard the orion. Your daughter..... She, I sense danger, fear, death"
Standing up now and opening his eyes Rothgar looked around seemingly forgetting what he said earlier. "Where am I? Who are you? I shoud be dead right now
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Feb 5, 2009 18:20:26 GMT -5
Post by Mai on Feb 5, 2009 18:20:26 GMT -5
Used to dealing with psychic power, he had some himself after all, he quickly went over and placed a hand on the man's shoulder, kneeling down to stare him in the eyes.
Easy now. Just focus on what's happening around you, block the rest. I'd prefer if you don't accidentally blow up my ship.
His voice was serious, though the last sentence did hold humour should someone choose to find it. As the rattling of the TARDIS ceased, and he tuned out the distressed cries of his ship, as she truly was alive. He let his hands glide up through the air and placed them lightly on either side of the man's head, using his own psychic capabilities to nudge him in the right directions on how to control it.
There! That's better, hm?
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Post by rothgar on Feb 6, 2009 4:58:24 GMT -5
Rothgar almost could have laughed at what the doctor said accept the thought of the ship exploding. His eyebrows furrowed as the man helped nudge his brainwave pattern back into a stable condition.
Being in the awakening process was very dangerous. He had not yet learned to control his own abilitys. Thankfully the good doctor was around.
"I have to get my men and the data" Rothgar said as he stood up. "We were onboard a ship not far from here. Our dropship and mission analyst left us behind He would have said his girlfriend. But at the moment he was extremely pissed off at her.
"Can you dock with the ship?" Rothgar asked. He bent over to pick up his knife. If asking failed, Forcing would come next.
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Post by Mai on Feb 6, 2009 7:08:50 GMT -5
This ship doesn't dock. It lands. Where would you like it? Storage? Right behind the pilots? It's your choice. And yes, it can fit. It's dimensionally transcendental, a wonderful thing in itself really...
He began flicked switches, locking onto the position of the ship. The soft tinkle of his ship's voice came to his mind and he patted her.
Oh, stop complaining. You like the adventure just as much as I do.
He whispered to her softly. The inside shifted to a much darker look to show how much she really disapproved--she often left the changing of her interior to him, since the circuit to change her exterior was down and had never been fixed--and he glared in the general direction of her heart.
Oh, stop being melodramatic!
-i'll reply to our other one later. gotta go to school XD -
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Feb 6, 2009 11:44:48 GMT -5
Post by rothgar on Feb 6, 2009 11:44:48 GMT -5
Rothgar had not idea what transcendental ment but it sounded good. "Sounds great to me. Just do what you can"
As the ship moved in to the event horizon Rothgar smiled with childish glee at the docotrs interaction with the ship. He went over to look at the circular looking equipment that was her heart. "Your ship AI is amazing. God I wish I could trade EVA in for this thing" Rothgar made a face as he said. "She is so logical and is always complaining about how we bio organsims are so irrational and how we need AI's like them to keep us in check" Its like a damn prison sometimes on the VF ORION.
He leaned on a railing to speak to the Circular orb of metal. "Aint that right girl. You are just about the prietiest and amazing thing I ever did see" The lights seemed to light up a bit at the compliment. Rothgar nodded his head to elbow the civilian doctor in the rib gently. "Just like a women eh? Easy to please. All you have to do is just say a few pretty words, read the manual...." He winked. "And push the right buttons"
He liked this man. Rothgar did not know why. Maybe it was because they shared a uniqe similarity being physhics? Or maybe it was just the doctors generally pleasent attitude and aruora.
As the small ship docked rothgar went over to the door and hit what he hoped was the open button. It hissed open and a torn up body fell right there into his arms. Rothgar backed up to gently lay the dead soldier down. "Aw kid no...." Rothgar said. Brushing a hand over the young privates face to close his eyes Rothgar said. "I'm sorry" Rothgar looked over the other body lieing shorlty away. He went over to pick up the shotgun and dragged him to onto the ship. "I'm not leaving my men here" he told the doctor. Fishing a hand into his dead soldiers vest pocket he pulled out the data stick. "So this is the research data so many died for.... it better be damn worth it"
Rothgar stood up to hit the button that would close the ship door. As it slowly started to close he heard banging and hisses coming quickly towards them. He furrowed his eyebrows and jerked the shotgun up to cock it one handed. A insect like creature put two scyth like apendages in between the closing ship doors effectivly stopping it from closing. As it opened up its mouth rothgar shoved the shotgun barrel in its mouth and pulled the trigger.
The back of its head exploded in green goo and it fell back allowing the door to shut. The ship went flying out and rothgar shouldered the shotgun to look at the doctor. "I like to keep this thing for close encounters" Rothgar went over to a screen while bouncing the shotgun against his shoulder. Typing on a keyboard with his free hand the screen lit up showing the ORION. "Take me back to my ship. You shall be well reward for you aid" He laughed to look at the doctor. That is unless your a timelord. Damn federation is got a vendetta agains them. There dicks get hard every time they kill a time lord."
He sighed to look down and shake his head. "God knows I'm tired of killing. Especially after EDAN PRIME" It was a nightmare that kept him up many a hour at nights. Following orders from EVA Rothgar and his men rounded up and executed some time lord survivors after they found a colony there. Women, children, entire family. Hell, Rothgar remembered even killing the family pets.
Now if that wasent f*#$ed up what was?
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Feb 6, 2009 12:07:36 GMT -5
Post by rothgar on Feb 6, 2009 12:07:36 GMT -5
The noticed the good doctor was silant the rest of the ride back to the ORION after it landed he exited off the craft to look over his shoulder at the man standing in the ship doorway. "I owe you one playboy. I dont forget my enemys, or my friends" He bounced his right fist against his chest to point a finger at the doctor. "Respect brother man"
Rothgar turned around at the sound of heavy foot falls and was greeted to an entire platoon of marines lined up with there assualt rifles pointed at him and the doctor. "What is going on here! I order you to tell me!" The platton sargeant stepped out to say. "Spector Rothgar, EVA has ordered this ship be detained and its occupants executed"
Rothgar gave the platoon sargeant the middle finger. F*^k you asshole! Under what charge is this man! He saved my life and ensured the completion of the mission! He heard all 40 of the soldiers unclick there safetys. "he is a timelord sargeant. Now as a spector in the federation it is your duty to kill him. Well? What is it? Are you with us? Or against us?
Rothgar looked over his shoulder to the man who saved him and then looked down to the ground in thought slowly raising his head to look at all the assualt rifles pointed at him Rothgar made his choice. "Suck my dick!" The sargeant laughed to shake his head. "Wrong answer..."
All 40 of the heavily armed marines unloaded there rifles on full automatic. Rothgars body shook from the countless rounds that entered him. Blood spattering everywhere. Amazingly he was still standing through the barrage but staggering backwards from the sheer force of the rounds impacting him. As the soldiers stopped firing he fell backwards back into the doctors ship with a wet bloody smack.
He coughed and bright red blood came flying out. Time seemed to slow to him. He heard the ship door close and felt it take off. He tryed to speak to the doctor but only gurgles escaped his lips. Eventually when the doctor did get around to kneeling over him Rothgar gave a weak smile. His teeth red from his own lifeblood. "Playboy" he muttered to raise a bloody gloved hand and took the doctors hand. "Respect my brother. I told you. I never forget my friends. Time lord or not" Rothgar felt the doctor taking off his military armor and he grunted. "Dont bother. There has got to be over 300 rounds of lead in my body. I'm dying"
He stared at the cieling and slowly everything started to dim and go white. "After all I have done for them.... this is how they do me" He gave a weak laugh. "Son of a bitch" Coughing and sensing his last moments rothgar wanted to make peace with himself. "I'm sorry for what I did to your people...... I was stupid.......and young. The white took over his sight and he knew no more to just stare at the ships ceiling with open dialated pupils. The computer on his wrist lit up and the long droning alarm of a patient that deadlined sounded loudly.
OCC: Well, there is always the defibrilator right? CLEAR! *shock*
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Feb 6, 2009 12:56:58 GMT -5
Post by khamar on Feb 6, 2009 12:56:58 GMT -5
OCC: In rothgars profile It mentions he walks the fine line of good and evil. That he does both from time to time. This is just a flashback he had in death to show just how evil he was, and can be.
EDAN PRIME 1535 hundred hours Time lord colony
Bombed out buildings, bodys, smoking fires and craters covered what was a bustling city. Rothgar walked with his squad in a formation down the streets. A women carrying a baby came running out a bombed out building and a soldier raised his rifle to fire a burst quicky putting her down.
"AH! Got me another one! I'm beating you sargeant Glasscock! Them hundred credits are mine!" As they walked by the womens body Rothgar heard the baby crying and fired a burst quickly ending its life to. "I'm in the lead again kid. He had just got his stripes and this was his first mission as a leader. So far him and his men found it so boring they were making a game out of it. Who was the better killer. After the Federation fleet did a orbital bombardment of the planet every kind of resistance disapeared.
A private kicked a rock to complain. "How long do we have to do this? We have been killing these clowns all day. And all they do is run. Not fight. No fun at all" Rothgar agreed with him. He agreed to go with the federation for the adventure. Sure he got it. But this was just a chore. Radioing to EVA back on the ship Rothgar said. "Still walking and popping EVA. They keep coming out of the woodworks. I tell you these timelords are like coacheroaches. They just dont know how to die"
Rothgar stopped the patrol in front of a bombed out apartment complex. "Lets go in and round em up" he said irritably." The soldiers went inside the building and found 12 civilians as predicted attempting to hide. His squad lined them up along the walls of the building on there knees.
Rothgar put a cigerette in his mouth to light it and take a drag. Blowing out the smoke as he looked to the lkneeling women and children he said. "Alright then, lets get this over with" He raised his rifle to unload on them like ducks in a row.
A civilian lived and was trying to crawl away. Rothgar stepped on the 16 year old boys back and say. "Where you going playboy?" he kid tryed to talk but it proved hard with a a couple of rifle rounds in his chest. Rothgar put a hand to his ear. "Whats that? Your going to have to speak louder if you want to be heard kid" Pulling out his pitol Rothgar shot the kid in the back of the head. "God I love my job. Easy mony'
A private went up to him. "Hey sargeant. Higgens aint back from the second floor yet" Rothgar patted his mans shoulder. "Ill go get him" Rothgar went into the building and up the stairs ignoring all the screams and gunfire echoeing through the building. He went into a room and shook his head seeing Higgens raping a women he had bent over on a table.
"For gods sakes Higgens your a married man. Couldent you wait to get back to the ship. Besides you dont know what diseases these timelords have" He leaned against the wall to light another cigerette and smoked it. Blowing the smoke up at the ceiling he looked to this watch. "Could you hurry up and bust a nut already? We got a job to do"The man raping the women gave no answer to show he heard his leader. Rothgar sighed again to blow out smoke. "I'm giving you 10 more minutes then we are off"
As much as Rothgar was a monster for what he was doing. Something about the poor womens screams bothered him. Unable to take it anymore he walked over to mercifully shoot her in the head. The soldier raping her was not happy about it either. "What the hell sargeant! I was almost there!"
Rothgar flicked the cigerett on the ground. "Well boo F*$#ing hoo. Pull up your pants and lets get out of here" When the two of them went downstairs and back outside Rothgar looked up to some fighters screaming over head and carpet bombing a couple of city blocks.
His radio came alive with talk. "Sargeant Glasscock take your men to the intersection at 5th street. The fast movers bombed the nest and there hitting up the streets. You all in the mood for pest control?"
Rothgar dropped a magazine to load a fresh one. "Well lads, load fresh magazines. Were on pest control. The fast movers flushed out some timelords from hiding. All the armored spectors groaned. Rothgar made a offer that cheered them up. "hey! Keep your heads in the game. This is easy stuff. When we get back to the ship I'm buying the first round of beers"
Rothgar awoke with a start from his nightmare breathing heavily. He was on a table and hooked up to a machine. The soft rythmic beeps from a computer confirmed that he was alive. "Oh god" He muttered to rub his eyes and hopefully the painful memory.
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