Sun Nov 04, 2012 5:06 pm by Dante the Deceiver
[size=150:31psxs1h]~~~~~SOME YEARS AGO~~~~~
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[narration:31psxs1h]He approached the apartment, the cover of night masking the steps of his knee high black boots, the all pervading darkness of the underworld of coruscant pierced only by the sharp light of neon. Quickly, he stole into the entrance of the apartment complex - a tall, spiraling affair that dwarfed many of the complexes here in the underworld. No doubt, it was part of of the lower (and now forgotten) levels of some upper world apartment complex miles above. The size of the structure was no concern though - the man knew his mission. Quickly, he took lifts, stair wells, and hall ways...traversing the veritable maze of homes, until...
He was there; megablock 5, sub block 4, apartment 3. The residence of Dorian Delgrave.[/narration:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]In the darkness, the man eyed the door to the apartment; a simple electronic lock kept the automatic sliding door locked...needing only an ID card for access. Childs play. Taking out a small cardbreaker, he attached the electronic device to the card reader, and with a beep the machine went to work. A mere few moments later, the machines red light turned green - indicating that it had found the doors simple magnetically encoded six digit pass. With a hiss, the door slid open - revealing the surprised faces of a young woman, and a young man - some fourteen years old. The woman opened her mouth to scream, the man lurched to grab a firearm from a drawer in the apartments kitchen...[/action:31psxs1h]
[size=150:31psxs1h][action:31psxs1h]FFFT. FFFT.[/action:31psxs1h][/size:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]A pair of darts, launched from an aerosol pistol in the mans hand, hit first the woman, and then the young man. A pair of thuds - the thud of corpses, poisoned from a nerve toxin - greeted the mans ears before the noise from the pistol had even died away. Slowly, the man walked to the bodies - carefully pulling the darts out of their bodies. He paused though, taking the time to close their eyes - under his breath, he muttered a prayer as he did so. Their rights attended to, he stood, and turning, stepped out into the hall way once again. A tap of a button, and the cardbreaker locked the apartments doors...there was only one thing left to do. Taking out a can of aerosol based paint, he sprayed a crude looking "S" across the door, and then, bending carefully, placed the can next to the door. The man wore gloves - most important for not disturbing the planted DNA on the can. His work done, the man turned away...disappearing back down the halls, unnoticed by the denizens of the apartment.[/action:31psxs1h]
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[action:31psxs1h]Dorian Delgrave whistled a happy tune as he finished his desk job down in the underworld pawn - he was the accountant, balancing the numbers, maybe skinning a little off the top when he felt like it. Hey, whatever it took to feed his family - growing boys of fourteen needed to eat. And the wife...well, she did appreciate a gift or so every once a while.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"Kid eats too much...wife talks too much."[/npc:31psxs1h] [action:31psxs1h]Muttered Dorian under his breath. Inwardly though, he had to smile; a lot of people thought that life down here was pretty bad...it wasn't though. You could find love down here...like Melissa. True, they met when he tried to skip out on his tab in a diner, but still...it was love. And what about family? They said starting a family down here was condemning them to the same life; thievery for your sons, prostitution or slavery for your girls...but look at Breydon - fourteen, and straight as a stick. He wanted to be a cop when he grew up...even had a beat up air pistol that he carried around, took him near three months to find all the parts.[/action:31psxs1h]
[narration:31psxs1h]Life was hard, but good. He had a beautiful wife, a son, a healthy family - steady job that wasn't too corrupt. Life was good. Hell, they were even saving money to get off this trash heap rock.[/narration:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]Walking the few blocks to the apartment complex, Dorian whistled a carefree tune, though he inconspicuously checked behind him occasionally to make sure he wasnt being followed. Eventually he made it to the apartment complex, and walking in, started the long trek to his apartment. That was the bad thing about these places - when you first moved in, you literally had to have a map to figure out where you were going. After a year or so, you pretty much memorized the path.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dante:31psxs1h]"Left, right, straight, right, left, straight, right, right, up three levels, right, left, forward, right, double back, up three, left, right, back down one level, straight down the hall to..."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]He froze. At the end of his hall was his apartment...and...on the door...[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"No...no...no no...please no..."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]S. S for Syndicate. Hands shaking, he pulled out his access card...he fumbled the first swipe, scraping the card against the door instead. A curse - he tried again. A click, a green light, the door slid open.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"..."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]The bodies of his wife and son greeted him, eyes closed, but from the way they lay on the floor...[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"..."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]There are no words to describe that moment; that moment when everything inside you dies. When your world comes crashing down - and ultimately your the only one left...you, and rage. Pure, animal rage.
And on that day...Dorian was no different.[/action:31psxs1h]
[size=150:31psxs1h]~~~~~SIX MONTHS LATER~~~~~
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[narration:31psxs1h]The shoes on his feet were filth, the rubber soles peeling away from disuse. His pants, sack cloth, and stained with urine and feces. His shirt - what shirt? A bare chest, malnourished, his ribs showing easily...his face, obscured by a tangled mass of stinking waist length hair. Matted, and dirty - the hobo held a bottle of booze in one hand. This was Dorian Delgrave...former father...former husband. With every cent spent, with every resource of a middle class man dried up - his only lead a can of spray paint with DNA on it...DNA that lead nowhere. Each time he tried to track it, each time an analyst got a result...they clammed up. He tried bribes - they refused. He spent hundreds of thousands to hire the dirtiest of slicers...they died in gruesome ways before Dorian could find the results. And all because of the Syndicate. The Syndicate. Too powerful for him to fight, to get revenge. Too powerful for one man to pursue. So now he sat - wasting away, with the only thing to show for his efforts being a single picture of a mans face.[/narration:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]Foot steps approached...the dull thunk of heavy soles plodding down the alley. Uncaring, Dorian ignored it - most people ignored him...he was beyond poor. Below the notice of thieves and muggers. Slowly, a pair of boots came into sight...a pair of knee high black boots - a pair of boots, that unknown to Dorian, had been worn by the killer of his family. Silently, Dorian waited for the man to move on. When he didn't, he jerked his head up to squint at the man through bleary eyes.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"Whadya want mistah."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]Slowly, the man crouched in front of the hobo. Bringing himself to eye level.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Stranger:31psxs1h]"Hello Dorian."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]At the mention of his name, Dorian stiffened.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"How...how you know my name."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]The stranger was silent for a while.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Stranger:31psxs1h]"I've heard about your search. About a way to get back at the Syndicate. And I've come here to offer you a chance. A chance...a chance to take them down. I cant guarantee you will succeed. I can't guarantee that you'll get your revenge. But...I can guarantee you you will have a chance at avenging your family."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]Dorian squinted up at the man, the neon sign of a nearby bar obscuring his features.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"Whatevah. Like you have the resources."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]The man moved suddenly, and Dorian flinched in fear. A file slapped onto the ground next to Dorian...thick with pictures, DNA analysis, chemical analysis, crime scene photos, Syndicate movements, and biographies. In disbelief, Dorian snatched the folder up, and began riffling through the information.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dorian:31psxs1h]"I...impossible! H-how? Who are you. Why are you doing this."[/npc:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]The man slowly bent into the darkness - clapping a hand on Dorians shoulder. Striped hair, pointed teeth, golden skin greeted Dorians eyes - an alien.[/action:31psxs1h]
[npc name=Dante:31psxs1h]"My Names Dante Deveaux. And I see strength in you Dorian."[/npc:31psxs1h]
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[quote="Galdaart Fel":31psxs1h]Crew report to the bridge. Crew to the bridge... five minutes to sublight.[/quote:31psxs1h]
[narration:31psxs1h]The Captains voice startled Dante out of his uneasy sleep, and defensively he brought his sword up to hack at an enemy. But none existed - none but the nightmares in his dreams.[/narration:31psxs1h]
[action:31psxs1h]Standing, Dante sheathed his sword and stretched his hand - having been clenching them during his sleep. He checked himself over...his clothes were rumpled. Disdain for his current state made his lip curl - something that no matter how removed he was from the Court, he would always hold. But, for now, he would have to make do. Shaking his wrist out, he walked over to one of the medicine cabinets, and taking out a pair of foreceps, and walking into the med suites refresher and closing the door, started unbuttoning his layers of shirts. Under the shirts, athletically muscled golden skin - a harsh contrast to the blue paint that stained his limbs and face - was marred by several strips of cloth. It was the bane of a fast healing factor - wounds tended to close up around what the body wasn't able to push out. Taking the forceps, Dante slowly pulled out the cloth from his wounds, and fed it to the waste disposal unit. Buttoning his shirts back up, Dante made sure he was presentable - running water through his hair and across his face to freshen up, even using the fresher briefly for more personal needs. When he was ready, he exited the fresher and disinfected the forceps..and then spent several minutes making sure none of his blood - being red instead of omwati blue - was lying around anywhere. When he was satisfied, he squared away his gear - his sword on his left hip, his blaster on his right, his gauntlet tight, his PDA charged. Nodding to himself, he inspected the medical cabinets contents a little more closely, looking for a light solvent suitable for use on flesh...[/action:31psxs1h]