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Racing the Storm

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Pterano:
Oddly enough, the blue 1948 Delahaye 175 didn't seem out of place as it whizzed down the highway of one of Corona's busier circuits. Its rakish lines and exotic look seemed to match quite well with the surrounding digital cars that surrounded it and elegant skyscrapers that rose like monoliths around the vehicles.

The only thing that was off about it was the fact it was gliding on tires and not hovering over the ground. Its engine produced a throaty hum that was louder than the modern cars, but it made the ferret sitting behind the wheel relish the drive all the more. There was nothing like a drive on a beautiful day with the top down in a vintage car to make you truly appreciate life. The wind whipped the ferret's fur, blowing it back a bit as Tony Stracci cranked up the speed. He was still mostly obeying the speed laws, but going slightly faster than the limit. While the Delahaye may not have had the horsepower of some of his father's more powerful cars, it certainly looked exotic enough that it was turning more than a few heads as it drove on its way.

Tapping his paw on the steering wheel a tad, Tony thought about what he could do today. There were basically two choices. Well three, really, but he was already mostly doing the third. That third option was drive around aimlessly. But it was one of the other two that most appealed to him. He wanted to swing by Axel's place to see how the rat was getting on. It had been a bit since he'd last stopped in, mostly due to family business coming first, but he had a free day, and he wanted to use it. He was in the area, so he took the exit, and started heading in the proper direction.


On a high-speed train currently making its way to Corona, Vergil Speicher was sitting back in a comfortable chair studying some articles and tapping a pen on his chin thoughtfully. The white gecko had a look of deep concentration on his face. Articles on Rex Sardolemuel and Kalis were spread out all around him. The seating was vis-a-vis, but only the seat next to him was currently occupied by all his papers. The war, the two generals, their going rogue... it was all documented rather well. He was trying to find mention of himself in there, or some clue, but unfortunately, common soldiers were rarely named.

He'd found out some more, at least. Rex had been the brother of Mace Sardolemuel, the founder and current CEO of the Zaloga Corporation, one of the four main weapons' manufacturers in Corona. While Mace had the business brains, Rex was the military talent. He'd enlisted young, and had quickly proven himself as a military genius, if a bit unconventional. Then there was Kalis, Rex's gargoyle gecko second-in-command. But what was missing was the personal story. Why had these two decided to suddenly go rogue and attempt to conquer the planet? They were outcasts before, sure, but why take so extreme a measure?

Vergil sighed, and closed his eyes, settling back into his seat. He needed to talk with survivors... people who had known these two. If he could just learn more... he might be able to find out who he was as well, and if he'd indeed served them during their war of conquest. He would get to the bottom of this story if he could. Flashes from his past kept coming back to him, but nothing too solid. One memory was standing out however. It was of Rex and Kalis investigating some ancient ruins somewhere, and he was positive he was with them then. But what was it? What did it mean?

Serris:
"Hey! Easy with the soldering iron!"

Soren used his free hand to wipe some sweat from his brow. The apartment he was working in was home to a dour looking Chow-Chow. The dog in question was wearing a basic t-shirt and track pants and leaning back on a battered easy chair. The apartment was simple, much like the cyberneticist's own apartment, which he shared with Rose, Marita, Anne and Marie.

There was however, an incongrous item: a very elegant looking ó and expensive ó Ming dynasty vase. A dramatic contrast to the plain and downright cheap apartment.

"Sorry, it's just that many of the components in your arm are severely damaged. What the fuck were you doing? I've already dug out two bullets!" Soren carefully unscrewed the mangled laser module from the arm and placed it aside.

The Chow-Chow growled at Soren. "That's none of your concern!"

Soren nodded and continued removing more debris from the arm.

Nick22:
three streets across from where Soren was working stood the apartments where Rose was living with Him, Anne, Marie and Marita. Rose was coming home from her latest practice, a role named Cherie, based in 1930s new Orleans. She was now approaching three weeks being sober from biproxytol, which had been a very painful-and expensive- undertaking, if not for Marita and Marie she wouldnt have made it. Marie.. Rose smiled. the two of them had been co-workers at a rinky joint called the Black Sheep, Marie had been a waitress there, Rose had been a stripper and dancer. but the place had blown up and burned down  during the last adventure which had swept up her, Marie and her old girlfriend Marita in a devious and diabolical attempt by a group called the Purifiers to wipe out all Augments in the city of Lanthae, and topple its government. the attempts had failed thanks to a aerial bombardment by someone called "Lord Kalis"  which had reduced the city to rubble, killed millions, and nearly wiped the Purifiers out of existence. The three girls were among those lucky to escape and made their way here. Marita, who was a computers genius and master hacker had found a place for the three of them, and they had offered Anne and soren a place to live, and which helped lower the rent burden the three of them were carrying. Marie now worked at a casino, dealing cards, which made her quite a bit of money. The girls had made Rose go through detox upon settling in, as she was starting to go through withdrawal. after weeks and months of painful therapy, Rose was now sober. Her singing and dancing were greatly improving and drawing notice from the theater director and critics. She was hopeful about the future for the first time in a long time, since she had first met Marita several years ago. the recent crisis had forged strong bonds between the three of them, and Rose liked having someone around who was a match for her in bed. Marita was submissive in bed, a reverse from her outgoing personality, and Marie was the opposite, introspective in public but a take no prisoners sort in her chambers. Rose and her had made love for the first time shortly after her detox was complete, Rose got the sense Marie had wanted to have her for a long time, but never got around to asking management if she could have a fling with her, out of fear perhaps that they or Rose would turn her down.
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Rose reached the floor where she lived and knocked on the door, which was opened by Marita. Rose and Marita were both Great Danes, Marie was a Golden Setter.'"How did rehearsal go?" Marita asked after greeting her with a kiss, her red lips locking with Rose's red lips. ' fine. we're about halfway through the play.. and the director says my singing is making  great strides" Rose said proudly. 'That's excellent. Maries still at the Flipped Card, she'll probably get home sometime around 7. Soren said hes got a client in the neighborhood and I don't know where Anne is..." Marita said. "Good thing about Computers is, you can work from home.. " she smirked. hopefully soon, we'll get a better apartment, once one of my current jobs is finished.. the payout for this job is 1 million credits Rose, enough to get us a better place.' Marita smirked. 'Does it involve your "special gifts" Rose asked ' Of course it does, especially in this town, with the Four Titans paying out big credits to undermine each other' Marita said as she brought Rose a cup of hot cocoa. "At least this place is better than Lanthae' Rose sighed, taking the cup "Rose, honey, Berlin in 1945 was better than that dump. We're out of there, you're sober now for the first time in what, 12 years?  We're back together and Marie makes a nice trinity. Once my current tasks are finished we'll have about 5.7 million credits in the till, enough to buy a very nice place and settle into a upper class lifestyle.' That's a ton of credits" Rose said as she set her stuff down.' yeah, but in order to truly hit the big time, we'll need 100 million. Marie has the Megastakes card tournament coming up. she gets picked to deal the last table, she gets a massive bonus. and if you sell out your show you'll get more money coming in too. we won't have to ask Soren or Anne for any rent.' So they'll just be freeloaders' Rose smirked.' Nah, they're friends we're doing them a solid. we might have enough to buy Soren a place for himself to restart his business, and Anne a place of her own too.'Marita said.

bushwacked:
Axel swivelled in his office chair, spinning in a circle as the voice on the other end of his cell phone moaned on. A mess of various computer parts were strewn around the room, and on the desk in front of him was stacked a pile of papers – order forms for yet more parts. The voice paused to take a breath and Axel rubbed his nose, jumping in while he had the chance. “Mr Kramar, that’s… yeah, that’s a virus.” The rat shook his head. “No… no, that’s where you went wrong. Downloads that say they’ll give you five million credits… I mean, why would you even believe that?” He blinked and put his feet on the floor to stop himself spinning. “No, not even if they say they’ll make, ah… that bigger. Alright… look, just bring it in tomorrow, I’ll take care of it. Yeah. Okay, see you then.”

Hanging up, Axel tossed his cell phone onto the desk and sighed. Business had been slow lately. When he and Lily had moved into the small, single story house, Axel had set up his own computer repair business to try and provide for them. The neighborhood they lived in was nice enough, sure, and inexpensive… and at least it was outside of the slums that bordered the city of Corona. But it wasn’t good enough. Axel wanted the best for Lily, and the way things had been going lately, it looked like being able to relocate to the more upmarket region of the city would take longer than he’d hoped. There was a clunk. He looked across the room, and saw the air conditioning unit had broken down. Again.  Awesome… With a heatwave settling over the city, that was just what he needed. Sighing again, Axel got up and left his ëoffice’, making his way down the short hallway that lead to the small kitchen. The windows had been cranked open wide in an attempt to get a breeze blowing through. He opened up the fridge, twisting open a bottle of water. “Lily, air-con’s broken again,” Axel called out. He took a swig. “Jesus, this heat is killing me…”

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Rio panted as he sprinted across the rooftop. His black hair, greasy with sweat, was plastered across his angular face, and perspiration covered his tan skin. The boy gritted his teeth as the edge of the rooftop approached. Picking up speed, he leaped over, his small body sailing through the air… and landed on the roof opposite, rolling into the landing to absorb the impact. The colourful Captain Super Man backpack slung over his shoulder, bulky and heavy from what was packed inside, made running hard. But Rio had no choice. If they caught up to him…

“Little fucker jumped!” someone shouted behind him. Rio glanced back over his shoulder. Two large, roughly dressed men were standing on the edge of the rooftop he’d just jumped from. One looked down, saw the distance he’d fall if he messed up the jump, and paled. The other pulled out a cell phone. “He’s heading right for you!” the man yelled into it. Sucking in breath, Rio scrambled to his feet and kept running, vaulting nimbly over the ventilation units that were dotted around, making his way for the door that lead down. He was a few steps from it when the door slammed open, and a large bull burst through. Trainers skidding slightly, Rio quickly changed direction. The roof opposite was too high for him to reach – but he jumped anyway, and connected heavily against the wall, fingers scrabbling for purchase against the window ledge he’d aimed for. Groaning, he tightened his grip and quickly shimmied to the side, hopping over and grasping the metal drainpipe that ran down the side of the building. It shook for a moment, but seemed to hold. Rio wrapped his legs tightly around it and slid down. One floor from the ground, the drainpipe had broken off. Looking around, the boy looked for a something that could offer a soft landing, and saw a tramp sleeping in the alley just beneath him. Holding his breath, he let go and fell down, landing solidly on the man who awoke with a pained shriek. “You… piece of shit…” the tramp coughed, rolling onto his side and clutching his stomach where Rio had landed.

Flipping the man off over his shoulder, Rio darted through the trash, and emerged from the alley onto the main street. In this neighbourhood, the difference between the two wasn’t obvious. Looking around quickly, he couldn’t see anyone on him yet. Lowering his head, he started sprinting again. If he could just get escape this part of town, maybe he had a chance of hiding out…

aabicus (LettuceBacon&Tomato):
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Lily returned to the kitchen from the bathroom, where she had laundered a fresh set of towels. "Oh no...I'll see what I can do," she offered, smiling as she always did when she saw her husband. Technically, they couldn't legally wed because she was listed as "missing presumed dead" by the Lanthae police records, plus she has evidence that she was once married to a lawyer in Cornova and never divorced, but all things considered they lived like it regardless.

She soaked one of the newly washed towels in the sink. "Here, try this." She wrapped the damp towel around Axel's neck. She was often fixing up household appliances and keeping the rooms clean while Axel worked in his den. This didn't bother her in the slightest; after the harrowing week where she first met Axel and endured incredible amounts of trauma, the thought of living a normal life in a middle class suburb was the closest thing she could imagine to paradise.

After applying the towel she started giving Axel a short backrub, guessing that his shoulders were still wound-up from hunching over the computer the last few hours. "Hey, maybe today, we can cheat a little and eat ice cream for dinner," she whispered with a tinge of humor. "I just restocked yesterday. Strawberry."

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