Thread: Heartless Alliance (Mr Master and Oreo)

Lya D'vahl Race Telkran Age 32 Gender female ProfessionRole Profiteer Titles Faction, Alteran Consortium Notable SkillsTalents Shapeshifting, electromagnetic capabilities Notable WeaknessesFlaws SalineSalt water, disruptor fire, anything that interferes with her electromagnetic field, panic, a specially trained individual might be able to block her mind merging if they so desire. Notable Possessions Alteran Freighter class Interceptor - with one chrono-phase canon, chrono-phase pistol. Full supply of illegal trade weapons, shield generators, exotic liquor, computers, wetlinks, holo-grids. Powers Can merge with most any mind, note there are strict laws regarding the melding of minds and thoughts. To do so without consent constitutes rape, a serious offense for a Telkran. Background The Telkran are a race of shapeshifters from the Alteran Sector. Their borders cross that of the humans on the outlying regions of their quadrant. Because of their ability to blend in with any environment, they found it quite easy, as a race, to get away with illegal activities. Subsequently they became renown for their Black Market goods. They deal in anything guns to planet killers, shielding, starships, and even slavery. If there is something in the known galaxy that you want, the Alteran Consortium can deliver it. They are first and foremost profiteers, having no allegiance to anyone but their own Syndicate. They have a self serving code of ethics, and little care for the dilemma of their customers. 'If you have the credits, we will supply.' Lya is somewhat of a rogue character, that tends to get into trouble more often than not. Perhaps a bit over eager for sales she doesn't always think things through to the end result and gets swept along wherever life leads. Lya practically absorbed the control panel. Her electrical impulses interfaced directly with the circuits and crystals, constantly adjusting her flight path through the asteroids. There were no actual buttons or switches to manipulate or read, just a flat sponge-like surface allowing her to connect directly with Ship . The symbiotic feeling as he responded to her thoughts was bliss. Ship was but a shell for her form. Sealed inside the control room, she could let go her cohesion. In her natural state she appeared as nothing more than a gaseous cloud, loose particles of energy that flowed and ebbed through the chamber, slightly golden in color, glinting in the starlight. Needing a certain amount of free space to relax, her control room was built to her exact requirements. She and Ship were as one. Lya could even feel the absolute cold of his hull as if it were her skin. They were two minds joined in a single purpose...flight. Wondering why the Hunters even bothered their pursuit, Lya couldn't remember the last time a Telkran interceptor had been captured. Her ship was created for speed and as soon as she got clear of the asteroids and activated her cloaking device, she'd be free. The next instant, she lost control as a photon burst, blasted against her hull. Careening wildly at the searing pain, it took a moment before she regained control. That was not a smart thing to do, she chided them. Normally she liked to toy with Imperials for the fun of it, but this just got her angry. She swept into a loop around the next large asteroid heading straight back for the Hunter. Firing her chrono-phase cannon at point blank range, while swiftly banking to the right, she shimmered in pleasure, her electrons dancing erotically at the gaping hole she left in it's hull. The particles had been dispersed along the space-time continuum as so many random bits of metal and flesh. The Imperial ship slowly tumbled into an oncoming asteroid with a satisfying plasma burst, and was no more. She and her race were renowned for their ability to procure and deliver anything you might want, need...or desire. Although Telkrans did reserve the newest and best technology for themselves. Their ships were the finest in the sector and their illegal activities were virtually unstoppable. Having the technological edge took some of the fun out of running, but she could live with that. She had no death wish, but adrenaline and endorphins were the spice of life. To use them naturally was the thrill. She hated the sloths that just bought the stuff, Endo-heads , she cursed. In her thirty two years she had never understood them. They didn't deserve to call themselves Telkrans. Now, where to go? She had a hull full of weapons, and contraband, with no place to unload them. Sensing the star map, she saw that she had run straight into the Terran Sector. It was primitive, but perhaps she could have some fun and dump some of her cargo. She also needed to tend that photon burn on her wing. She really shouldn't run without her shields, but were was the fun in that? There! Daltron Delta 7 seemed to have a well established colony. With her subspace warp field engaged she made the almost instantaneous jump and was soon streaming through the atmosphere of the remote planet. With luck, she might be the first Telkran to have contacts here. Thoughts of profit had her eager to land, when she caught sight of a downed ship. Scanners showed no life forms aboard, free salvage . This was her lucky day. As she scanned outward toward the city, she spotted a lone male heading away from the ship. Good she had time to peruse at her leisure. If he didn't care enough to guard his vessel, she wasn't above absconding with a few things. She settled her ship next to his and turned on her cloaking device. A rough scan gave her a good idea of the species here and she adjusted her form to humanoid. Her long black hair flowed to the small of her back. Her eyes were so dark they appeared black. Her otherwise perfect, dark skin was bare with the exception of various, decorative, tribal tattoos trailing along her arms, sides, rounded hips, and continuing down her long legs. Gravity lift in one hand and chrono-pistol in the other she headed to see what could be salvaged from the wrecked ship. As she looked over the vessel, she was disgusted. There was almost nothing worth taking, except perhaps the starjump-drive. A quick scan of his computer revealed much. The jump-drive appeared disabled, but the unit itself was functional. Just the impulse booster was damaged. Her dark eyes twinkled with thoughts of profit. It might take the better part of the day to get it disassembled, but it would be well worth it. After looking over the schematics, she set to work. Her hands morphing into whatever tool was required to remove the nuts and bolts that held it in place. Several hours later she was easing the drive into her own ships cargo hold. Now to find the local space port. Well, at least the space port was obvious. She brought her ship to a hover on the outer edge of the port. After the few moments it took Ship to translate the locale language, Lya contacted the port authority, Daltron Delta 7 spaceport, this is Lya D'Vahl of the Alteran Consortium, starship 'Profiteer', freighter class interceptor. May I have permission to dock? There was a buzz and slight shock as she adjusted the frequency. Profiteer, permission to land in red sector, docking berth thirty two. Your species is unidentified. Prepare for inspection before exiting your craft. All items deemed contraband by the port authority will be seized. Failure to comply will result in confiscation of your vessel. What the hell? Crank it out your space shaft! I'll blow you to Deveron, before I let you touch my cargo. She turned the Profiteer to flee, when they had the nerve to shoot at her. This was not a good first impression. Oh, frag it all. Flinging up her shields she streaked away from the station. It wasn't like they could cause her damage, but, really, all she wanted to do was leave. They didn't have to shoot at her. Stupid humanoids. If they were all like this, it wasn't likely she would be selling her goods here. Too bad for them, from the looks of their ion cannons, they could have used a Plasma upgrade. As she shot out of the atmosphere she cloaked her ship, and settled into a low orbit. If she couldn't do business planet-side, maybe she could flag some passing ships, or find a way onto the space station.