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Introduction story for the new Urban Warriors Dungeons&Dragons variant
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Aliies
Art-type-person-thingy...
Gender: Male
Location: South Australia |
 Introduction story for the new Urban Warriors Dungeons&Dragons variant
((NoDungeons&NoDragons; Urban Warriors has been made by me for th e enjoyment of others and will be set in a post-magic universe with high-tech weaponry and psychics...))
((So on with the story...))
“You were born a street-rat, you will die a street-rat and only your fleas will mourn you!”
On a small satellite-moon orbiting an inhabitable gaseous mesa, there was a city…
This city was generations old and had been originally founded as a prospecting settlement for Delnan miners.
The small town had found rich seams of both gold and a radioactive substance which they dubbed ‘Inolion’ after the town, soon the small population of seventeen hundred escalated to a mind-blowing sixteen million within just a decade and the town of Inolion had grown into a city that stretched nearly the entire face of the moon.
Now, nearly a hundred years onwards the once-glorious metropolis was now an enormous ghetto ruled by crime and drug-trafficking with little or no intervention due to the corrupt hierarchy of law-enforcement.
If you weren’t an addict then you were a part of a small minority that the dealers hated; they would kill people brave enough to refuse them and sell their families for the lost profit.
Even if you were an addict then you had to work harder and harder as the prices escalated uncontrollably, men worked the mines and women either stayed home to raise their large families or fell into prostitution.
The most disgusting aspect was that many young children, girls and boys had also filled these positions usually after being sold or their parents over-dosing on narcotics.
This story is about one little girl…
She was fortunate enough to be devoid of drugs in her family but had suffered such tragedies that would make most fall to their knees in agony...
She had been born on her kitchen table and her mother had died giving birth as doctors could only be afforded by the richest of people; her father was a miner until his girlfriend’s death forced him into the career of a mugger, trying to take from others what he had lost himself.
They were Dreld, with long ears, slate-grey skin and dark hair and eyes their kind had always been treated as scum.
At the age of four, young Ilkena’s father was murdered as he couldn’t repay a loan for his addiction for the hallucinogen ‘Green-Grass’, leaving her with his brother which toppled his fragile but steady budget that he kept to feed and house his own family so on Ilkena’s seventh birthday, he abandoned her…
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Ilkena woke to the fetid smell of urine and garbage, she had taken refuge in a seemingly deserted alley-way just off of the main central road near the 82nd square.
She was in desperate need of a wash as both her clothes and her own person smelt worse than her choice of sleeping arrangements.
She wished that there was such a thing as peace and quiet; the streets were filled with the raucous sounds of screams and wailing police sirens as they were either arresting random people for revenue or just to keep up appearances as the outer-region planet authorities take little notice as to Inolion’s business so long as the money flows outwards…
She could now hear the low hum of a disposal unit approaching, signaling that she needed to leave otherwise the Homeless Welfare Society would find her and force her into a career; usually straight into the excitingly endless path of a prostitute.
There was a chill wind in the morning air that bit to the bone, Ilkena drew up her thick dark cloak and put the hood up; her people were naturally acclimatized to cold and low-light areas but bright and cheerful mornings combined with chilling winds was far too much and the light hurt her eyes.
Distant gunfire reached her ears as two rival drug-gangs warred over territory far out behind her and beyond the drainage gulches; that region of the city was avoided by even the most courageous of people.
Holo-Neon signs flared left and right, advertising random and rather useless items for sale at ridiculous prices. Many people stepped out of stride to avoid her as she made her way down the sidewalk; they were either repulsed by the smell or simply not wanting to get in the way of a Dreld as the highest gangs were ruled by people of her race.
Suddenly, she could no longer take the next step, looking back into the face of a Terran patrol officer wearing a malicious little grin.
“What’s an under-hab doin’ in the respectable regions of town? Why aren’t you in the Straights?” he asked almost in a friendly manner, using his grip on her arm to wheel her about and back towards the outer regions.
“Trying to survive Terran, is that such a crime?” she inquired with her loathing for the law heavily laced with each word.
“The crime is that such a good-looking thing like you shouldn’t smell like that; you could kill people just by walking by!”
If her dark-skin would allow, she would’ve blushed; both because he was right about her ‘pungent aura’ and that she had never before been complimented on how she appeared.
“So where are you taking me?” she hated to think what his answer would be.
“Well, I’m gonna’ give you the chance to reintegrate with society, I have a friend who deals with problems like yours on a day-to-day basis…” he said, his small grin widening as he looked into the eyes of his captive, watching her pupils contract in fear as she realized what he meant.
Ilkena tried to pull against his grip to no success, his hand squeezing her arm until it made her squeal in pain, “Don’t fight, I am really giving you an honest chance at making some money!”
“I don’t want to be a courtesan, please anything but that!” she cried, trying to claw at his iron-like grip.
“Stop that, your claws hurt Dreld!” the officer grumbled, shaking her violently for her to stop as he was nearly three times her size in overall mass.
Ilkena snapped and brought her teeth to bear upon his knuckles; the Terran howled in pain before rendering her unconscious with a single strike from his night-stick.
Ilkena’s body went completely limp, allowing him to drag her the further few hundred or so more meters to his objective, pulling up on the doorstep to the ‘Pleasure Palace’ and knocking sternly on the door three times.
It swung noisily open almost immediately, revealing a largely-built Felis Sapien male who wore expensive fiber-silk robes; he was running his tongue over his enlarged canines and with an obvious smile about his human-appearing features.
“Ah, you bring more bitches for my buffet, my friend?” his voice was high-strung and could become quite annoying very quickly. This half-human half-feline creature was one of the most well known pimps in all of Inolion, he had more police and connections in his pocket than what could be counted.
He leant forward and the smell reached his sensitive nostrils, “OH, OH MAN! Where’d you find this one, the sewers?”
The officer held her up and pulled back her hood so that the slate-skin caught the morning sunlight, showing her appearance.
“Well, I guess she could clean up… I’ll give you seven-fifty credits for this bin-diver!”
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Kyle sat back in his lushly-decorated office and punched in the communications code on his vid-phode built into the solid oak desk.
“Ah, mister Mayor; I have just come into position of an ‘asset’ that is just to your liking, I mean this girl is all in your style, baby!”
“Has she ever…?”
“No, this one is fresh, I mean fresh; right in your way all ready for you at no cost, my friend!”
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As her mind cleared, the first thing she noticed was the smell, or the lack thereof…
She sat bolt-upright and rubbed her head as it swam, falling backwards as she nearly lost consciousness again and realized that she lay in the most comfortable bed imaginable…
And that she was completely naked save for the blankets on the bed.
She whipped the blankets back over her and held them close to her body as the only door leading into that room hissed open on well-lubricated guides, revealing a partially handsome man in his late thirties.
He took a few steps into the room and locked the door behind him before grabbing the hem of the bed sheets and ripping them from her grip, admiring lustily what he saw before him.
The man removed his small cap and over-coat, all of which made of the finest materials before sitting on the end of the large bed, patting the space next to him as if calling for her to sit with him.
Ilkena shook her head silently as she used ca pillow to cover herself.
The mayor of Inolion grimaced suddenly as his expression switched from exited to pure anger. He lashed out and grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her with ease across the mattress towards him.
With a twist of her waist she brought her free heel into his chin, but the man still held on, unsheathing a small wrist blade with a snap on his hand and holding it to her neck.
“You may not know who I am, but when I want something, people cower when I don’t get it!” his eyes and nostrils flared.
She didn’t know how it happened but before he could do anything else, she lashed out with both feet; hooking his elbow and slamming his weapon-laden wrist into his opposing under-arm, the tip of the blade piercing the skin about and inch or so.
The mayor leapt back with a whelp of pain; his arm had gone limp as blood gushed from the small wound, “How… how did you…” he whimpered as the arterial vein she had cut pumped fresh blood directly from his heart.
His breathing had become labored and he fell to his knees; within minutes the most powerful man in Inolion died from loss of blood as Ilkena made her escape after finding some cheap but clean clothes...
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Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
Zoe: "Shoot them sir?"
Mal: "...Politely"
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Feb 28th, 2006 06:26 AM |
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Aliies
Art-type-person-thingy...
Gender: Male
Location: South Australia |
(Part two)
“WHAT, DEAD? HOW CAN A LITTLE GIRL KILL HIM WHEN A STRONG BREEZE COULD’VE KILLED HER!” Kyle screamed at the group of police gathered in his office later that night.
“Unprecedented but we are sure she won’t get far!” the ‘paid’ captain said confidently.
“If you find her, and I mean IF; I want her alive no matter what, understand?” he announced, receiving a general nod and murmur of agreement.
The captain flinched suddenly and raised a finger to further press into his ear the receiver-piece for his squad’s communication channel, “No need for that sir; we got her!”
“Then do your jobs, rough her up a bit but nothing serious; I need bitches like her to learn their place!” Kyle said again, turning to look out the high window of his establishment and down onto the crowds below. Air-speeders raced back and forth and the constant howl of sirens could be heard…
“Will do, Mister Kyle! Let’s go…” the police captain said to his men as they left silently.
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Two men held her by either shoulder whilst their companion laid into her stomach without pulling his punches, Ilkena looked weakly up as he stopped for a moment, which only earned her an impact to the side of her face, spraying blood to the left.
The officer rubbed and cracked his knuckles, wiping to specs of her blood from his hands on her clothes, “Let’s take it up a notch, eh?” he mused as he drew out his shock-maul-baton, swinging it back over his head before someone grabbed his wrist from behind.
“Mister Kyle wants her beaten but not too seriously, you’ve done enough for today; we’ll give her a night’s rest then start again in the morning… besides I’m hungry!” the Captain ordered, his men letting her go to drop limply to the floor and locking the cell-door behind them, leaving Ilkena in the dark and alone.
Her head throbbed and she knew it wasn’t from their beatings; they only served to make her headache far worse. With the last ounce of her strength, she lifted herself off the ground to lay against the back of the minute room, trying to breath past all of her own lifeblood that filled her throat.
The throbbing grew steadily worse; now feeling as if a crowd of people were screaming in her ears close-up. Her eyes snapped open as thoughts entered her head…
The only thing was, they weren’t her thoughts but that of one of the police officers guarding her door; she knew it was impossible but they grew louder and louder, adding to the background noise filling her head, ‘…have to work in this shithole… Why don’t we just frag the girl…’
She could hear his thoughts as clearly as if spoken to her, it truly scared her and she began to tremble at the new sensation.
Nothing like this had ever happened before; she had always just been simple and mundane in both the eyes of herself and those around her.
Everything that had happened to her recently came charging in as if the walls began to close, the events leading up to now hammered her sensitive mind and adding fuel to the headache as it became a full migraine that made her clutch her head; the pain far worse than even the powerful Terran beatings she received.
Ilkena hunched over and began whimpering loudly as it ripped at her in seismic waves of pure pain, the thoughts of others in the nearby area literally screaming in her ears as if she were a target for some mass throng…
‘frag the girl…’
‘Mister Kyle…’
‘that girl…’
‘the girl…’
‘ILKENA!’
She could handle no more of the bombardment; drawing a large breath of air and screaming at the pain for it to stop it’s merciless onslaught.
Windows shattered, the solid metal door lurched outward violently as if struck and the surrounding tiles along the walls crumbled.
With another wave of the pain brought another violent scream that tore the door from it’s hinges and sent the two guards outside to cower in fear, the thick-brick walls cracked as they too were met by the assault of invisible force.
Then, as suddenly as it all had begun; the pain cleared, her mind was swept of all emotion and she felt clear and at peace…
Ilkena got to her feet and walked silently from the room and out into the ravaged corridor, looking from left to right at the fleeing guards as they ran screaming “PSYKER!”
Her head snapped to the left as a large squad of soldiers came hurtling around the corner, bringing their weapons to bear as they slid onto their knees into firing positions, full-auto tracer rounds tore through the hallway and towards her at breakneck speed.
Miraculously, every bullet veered off course and impacted the walls around her; she could redirect them with her mind but it took quite an amount of effort!
So she ran…
She ran from the building and into the streets once more, no longer a nobody and a beggar; she was a Psyker…
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Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
Zoe: "Shoot them sir?"
Mal: "...Politely"
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Feb 28th, 2006 06:27 AM |
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xEsaulx
Bringer of Life
 Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar |
Damn!
This story is really good so far!
Keep it up!
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Feb 28th, 2006 06:40 AM |
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Aliies
Art-type-person-thingy...
Gender: Male
Location: South Australia |
There'll be more to come until the RP this is based on begins, and if you want a picture of Ilkena;
(please log in to view the image)
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Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
Zoe: "Shoot them sir?"
Mal: "...Politely"
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Feb 28th, 2006 06:55 AM |
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xEsaulx
Bringer of Life
Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar |
i like it
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Feb 28th, 2006 12:43 PM |
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Aliies
Art-type-person-thingy...
Gender: Male
Location: South Australia |
(if you like it then might you be interested in joining the role-play once it is finished?)
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Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
Zoe: "Shoot them sir?"
Mal: "...Politely"
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Feb 28th, 2006 12:48 PM |
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xEsaulx
Bringer of Life
Gender: Male
Location: The Land of Quar |
WHOO HOO! SOUNDS GOOD 
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Feb 28th, 2006 01:18 PM |
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Trickster
True KMC Jester
 Gender: Male
Location: United Kingdom |
Looks good! You're definately setting things up!
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"If clowns warred on monkeys, and the monkeys had guns, and were trained to use them, who would win?"
Death only gives another set of choices.
He who dies with the most toys. Still dies.
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Feb 28th, 2006 10:14 PM |
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Aliies
Art-type-person-thingy...
Gender: Male
Location: South Australia |
Danke!
(The next section of the story is a continuation of the part you just read, but is not being used as the plot; just to describe a few of the different planets that you might visit in the game and to make this story a little more interesting as we leave the planet-ghetto that is Inolion and travel first to a stop-off point on the way to 'Alpha Centauri', been watching too many old sci-fi movies and the first inhabited world other than earth was this one...
Concept drawings of weapons, locations and the different races will be put up soon, keep an eye on the official =R-A= studios artwork thread in the artwork forum for updates!)
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Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
Zoe: "Shoot them sir?"
Mal: "...Politely"
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Mar 1st, 2006 09:23 AM |
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Aliies
Art-type-person-thingy...
Gender: Male
Location: South Australia |
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Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
Zoe: "Shoot them sir?"
Mal: "...Politely"
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Mar 5th, 2006 03:18 PM |
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