Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Dizzik Dizzy LaFontaine Race Human Age 35 Gender male ProfessionRole qualified Ship's Master, alternately itinerant spacer Titles none Notable SkillsTalents unconfirmed psychokinetic capabilities Notable WeaknessesFlaws loves not wisely, but too well, i.e. all his major betrayals and the greater proportion of complications in his life have been at the hands of women he cared about. Otherwise, has similar weaknesses and flaws to any other human, most noteably his intense stubborn streak. Notable Possessions After the crash of his Yutani-Immelfarb TX5010 light freighterexplorer, very little. Vacc Suit, spacer's chest. Phased laser pistol, mag-grapple pistol, tachyonic tracker. Personal computer array. Powers can exert force without physical contact exact dimensions and capabilities of power have not been formally rated by an outside authority. Background Dizzy was born in an orbital station, and views time spent on a planet as exotic. Has grown up dealing with occasional microgravity, and has always thought in 3D it's possible this mental adaptation helped enable his telekinesis. The Terran Sector Federated Alliance has a secret faction that brings known psionic practitioners under its control, and Dizzy was determined to remain independent. So far, he has been successful. His interests range widely, from archaeology to zero-gravity manufacturing. If he were able to settle down in one place for any real length of time, he could establish himself as a polymath and talented jack-of-all-trades, but his avoidance of the Feds has kept him mobile. He'd come out of the jump with half his systems blown, and the other half wildly malfunctioning. It was a miracle he'd made it to the habitable planet of Daltron Delta 7, much less almost to the colony. Once he woke up after plowing into the ground, he had his array do a systems check on what was left. There wasn't much, but his payload was still hidden. He couldn't even set up a guard perimeter, or a signal beacon, much as he wanted to. There was nothing to do but collect up the last of his credits and hike on in to the colony and see what he could arrange as salvage. It was a good plan, too, until he came back in a rented grav skiff to find someone had lifted his starjump-drive. He stared at the space where it used to be, running a hand across the top of his head, rubbing his short brown hair. Clearly, someone had been here. There weren't tracks, so that meant something airborne. Which meant port authority would likely have some sort of record. But that meant bribery, and he was short on funds. Well, that was nothing new, either. He sighed, and looked over the rest of his erstwhile vessel. All right. Array, he said, accessing his computer system's voice command subroutine. Update the records of the ship to reflect the stolen jump drive and post on the local datanet as salvage for sale. Include full evaluation details, specify as-is and inability to transport. Notify me of the best offers to come in within the next day. He shut down the link and scowled at the empty engineering bay. Of all the places to hide his payload, he thought the extra space within the jump drive casing would be safe. After all, the drive was too large to be easily moved, and despite its value, a thief would have trouble getting it free and taking it away, right? Apparently not. His array bleeped, and he hit the response button. Query do you wish to post an inquiry about the missing jump drive, with intermittent tachyon leakage from the exotic matter containment field? Dizzy was about to make a snide remark which would have been lost on the computer when he realized he'd been dealing with that tachyon leak for weeks, now, and he could almost repeat the pattern of leakage in his sleep, a regular burst every time the exotic matter spun around the right way. It was entirely harmless, more of a simple annoyance on ship's sensors, particularly older ones like his had been newer ones were more likely to account for the variance and filter it out, but it was regular enough that he could theoretically track it, if he could rig up a tachyon detector. Unfortunately, most everything he could use on the ship was fried. No, don't make a post. Just offer the salvage on what we have left. And I want you to put a query out into the colony's net for the following parts... Quite frankly, sir, it's not your concern what I intend to do when I leave the ship, Dizzy told the tugboat captain. I have my own reasons. I'm not going to let an unprotected man just drift around in orbit, the captain said patiently. What are you gonna do, circle the planet until you either run out of air or your orbit decays or you hit something? Dizzy checked the readout on his cobbled-together tachyon tracker. It indicated they were in the right orbital plane, but there was nothing on the tugboat's sensors in the direction the tracker indicated. Which, to Dizzy, indicated some kind of sensor cloak, but not everybody believed such a thing was possible. Still, there were lots of things Dizzy dealt with that people didn't think were possible, so he didn't pay the deniers much attention. I'll tell you what. How about I give you an extra hundred credits, and you stay tuned to my suit frequency. And if I haven't found what I'm looking for in, say, three hours? I'll be at the limit of my suit's air regen capacity, so I call you, and you come and pick me up. How's that? The captain looked doubtful, but Dizzy knew he was on the right track when he said A hundred wouldn't cover my fuel costs... So it was that Dizzy kicked off out of the tugboat airlock in his vacc suit with all his worldly possessions strapped to his back, holding only a standard mag-grapple pistol in one hand and his tachyon tracker in the other. Goddamnit, Dizzy, he muttered to himself, I hope you're right. The port authority had sold him the records of the ship that landed near his, then approached the colony and taken off after being challenged. They hadn't read the energy signature of a standard departure, but the ship had dropped off of sensors abruptly. Between that and the still-present tachyon signature, Dizzy was sure his thief was sitting pretty in a cloaked ship of some kind. Though why someone with that level of technology would bother with his jump drive didn't make much sense to him weren't higher-tech people usually charging around with things to do and places to be? Still, he wasn't in a position to judge he'd used his technical savvy to essentially come up with an excuse to jump out of an airlock in the vain hope there was something he couldn't see to interrupt his freefall. He used his suit's attitude jets to keep him on the course his tracker said he should be on, and kept expecting to run face-first into something unseen.