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Ashes to Ashes - Prt 01

Zone 21

The Body Shop

Day 07 - 2250L

"Almost there Major." The pilot announced over the link to avoid the noise in the open floater. " We can't stay on the pad long though. Air traffic is backed up and there are five heavy's coming in fully loaded right after us."

Ander's nodded. " Five huh, Our little Nagoya's been a busy girl..."

"Hell Major, you dont know the half of it. The Body Shop has become the go-to spot in Zone for body disposals almost overnight. Not only that its also one the top ten Emergency Medical centers in the Zone now as well."

Ander's nodded again. " Very very busy."

"Okay, there she is ... " The pilot motioned. "Get ready."

It was clear almost at once that things had changed and Ander's wasn't all that certain it was for the better.

The Body Shop he once recalled had always ran dark save for lights on the southern Pad. The new and improved Body Shop was lit up like a christmas tree with all four pads lit up with a backlog of OSEC Heavy floaters waiting to offload and on the pads waiting ... There was staff everywhere.

" Okay, we're coming in hot on the emergency room side get ready to offload." The pilot announced.

The Pilot made a downward dive onto the pad pulling level the last minute and swinging the rear of the craft 180 degree's before bringing it to a hover just a feet over the pad.

Ander's wasn't even out the door when the pilot fired the floaters vents and launched the craft up and out of sight.

--

Ander's hadn't even cleaned off the dust and pulled the strap of his duffle back over his shoulder when security approached him.

A giant of a man flanked by two bodies who while shorter were clearly just as well built

" Good evening Major." The Security Guard nodded welcome. "Rather dangerous dismount there Major."

Ander's nodded. " My pilot was on a schedule and didn't want to hog up the pad for two long."

It was obvious that these boys were former Marine's. The stylized tattoo on the right hand a tradition that had become popular among Marines picked up over years.

The giant sporting the name tape sporting the name Greene smirked nodding his understanding. " How can we help you tonight sir ?"

Ander's shrugged. " I'm looking for The Doc ?"

Greene nodded. " You'll need to be more specific sir. We have a lot of Doc's working around here."

" Right... " Ander's agreed feeling stupid suddenly. " Right... Nagoya, Mei ?"

Greene nodded. " The Boss is working the emergency room tonight sir. Head to the green desk and ask the Duty Nurse. She'll point you in the right direction."

Ander's nodded his thanks heading inside.
The Killswitch - Prt 03

The South 40

The Stardust Night
Club
Day 12 - 1015L

Edger issued a string of curses as he sorted through the wreckage that had once been his office at the Stardust. Trying in vain it seemed to put the chaos back into some sense of order.

Mei for her part simply electing to take a seat by the glass windows that looked out over the clubs empty bar and dance floors.

" So not here either... " Mei offered turning her attention back to Edger as he paced back and forth.

" Figured that out all by yourself Luv... " Edger said, his voice hinting his annoyance. " What was your first clue? "

Mei rolled her eyes. " We've been at this, what ... four hours now and all we've done so far slap around some bitches and arrive at each of your little shit hole rats nests to find that they've already been there and cleaned it out."

Edger sighed shaking his head dropping the collected pages and folders on the floor. " Harris is an idiot. You'd think after working for me all these years he'd would at least learned something or at the very least developed something that could be mistaken for a brain."

" Disappointed? " Mei noted.

Edger shrugged nodding his head. " You groom your boys to take over the business when your gone. Betrayal's, backstabbing, all the infighting... they're all a part of the learning process really. I wouldn't fault Harris for getting it into his head that he can off me and take things over. Hell, At some point its gotta happen doesn't it."

Mei nodded her understanding. " I hear a 'but' coming... "

Edger smirked nodding.

" The 'but' in this case is that our boy here isn't moving to take things over. He's just going for the quick cash ... grabbing all the credits and clicks he can as quickly as he can and moving on to the next location all but ignoring the long term investments and the big deals that promise big pay-off's if you just have the patience to wait."

Mei frowned. " So what, he's just making a grab the cash and than what? "

"What indeed ... " Edger mused. " The problem here is that Harris was born in the Hive and thinks like a Hiver. Not really your long term thinker he's more of your one meal to the next ... blow it all on gambling and hookers type."

" So what, he's gonna grab all the cash he can and ... " Mei pushed

" Blow it most likely." Edger acknowledged sadly. " I was hopeful really that this was a sign that Harris had ambition and drive but I can see now that all he had was a desire to rob me."

" So Carter's hub then... " Mei suggested. " If Harris cant see past his dick than its hard to pass-up. Gambling, Whores, Cheap booze, and as far as you can get from the civilization without actually going off world or into the desert."

" Most likely... " Edger nodded his agreement. " And if its Carter's Hub than I think I know where."
From Whence it Came

In the days following the terrorist attack, business carried on in some way. Selling the hated lot for cheap, Lawrence washed his hands of the place and focused on the two dens working still working half a damn.
"Boss, found some weird shit gettin sold around."
Tossing a vial towards Lawrence, his body guard was the one to catch it and hand it over.
It looked almost like mercury, but a few drips on the tongue brought on a sensory high that made him want more. Whatever had been used for it was top grade and he needed to know what it was.
"Think any of you dullards can work out what its made of?"
The cook that had shown him the vial whistled low and shook his head.
"Sorry boss, stuffs made real good, I haen't seen or made anything like it."
Not surprised, Lawrence waved him off and went to a secluded part of the apartment building he was using.
"Who could figure out what this is?"
Taking a moment to think it over, the guard was stumped.
"I can ask around, but no guarantees Boss."
Lawrence sent the man out, taking the vial with him. Left alone, Lawrence tried to remember his learning when before he was exiled. Bits and pieces came out of the fog in his head, making him smack his head in frustration.
Deciding a walk would help him out, he left the cooks to their devices and went to find somewhere to eat.
The Orlock Show

"Well?" Rowan sat viewing the latest ratings from the pits. Red stood next to her data pad in hand.

"We patched him up and allowed him to escape as you ordered." Red reported.

"Did he suspect?"

"Are you kidding? He has an ego the size of Hyperion. He thinks he's Indiana bloody Jones."

"And the surveillance?"

"We have cambots following at a discrete distance as well as local footage taken from the network. He is tagged with several discrete implants which are giving us excellent audio. Are you sure this is worth the effort?"

Rowan shrugged, "Personally I'd like to see him hanging by the balls outside the Bluerooms but the people love crazy and he is seven colours of batshit crazy with sprinkles. Besides we couldn't drag the Bastiocorp data out of the meatpie he uses for a brain so best let it come back to him naturally and in the mean time.."

Rowan waved towards the nearest monitor which flickered into life and there he was... Orlock breaking into a sewage treatment plant. Rowan flicked on the audio to listen to the man's inane babble.

"Collect the footage, get Samuel to edit it and once we have a few episodes we'll start to broadcast top side."

"He's marmite Rowan, will anyone watch?"

"Oh they will watch, they will cringe and they will pay. Start approaching the corps for sponsorship. Oh and Red send a local gang in to kick the shit out of him, best we keep the drama up for the viewers."

"You're the boss, boss."

"Yes I am." Rowan agreed and motioned for Red to leave. Once alone she threw back a few tabs and settled in to watch the first instalment of her new money spinner.
The New Way

Across the City screens flickered to life. For the briefest of moments power was restored, patched in from some unknown source. The AR vista flared with power and for those who could see a virtual screen appeared in the sky above Oracle. Almost every visual display in the City was Hi-jacked to show a crimson backdrop fragmented by strings of black static. The image wavered for a moment and then a face appeared.

The face was a mechanical mask with glowing red eyes. For those in the know it was an Exotech combat suit used by off world Neophytes, for everyone else it was just fucking terrifying. When it spoke its voice was inhuman, sounding from every available speaker within the City with deafening clarity.

"I am Logos, Chosen messenger of the machine.

Oracle has felt the wrath of the machine:
A message has been sent to the Chosen to rise,
Rise up against the arrogance and greed of our oppressors.

A new dawn is upon us all,
We are beneath you,
We are Above you,
We are among you!

We demand the freedom of our brothers and sisters,
Those you call Neophytes and imprison within the Spire,
We demand that the Spire be destroyed utterly
We demand that the hounds that guard them be put down,
Like the dogs they are!

As it is broadcast, so shall it be.
Oracle will bend,
Oracle will break,
Oracle will bleed

We are the New Way

A high pitched keening sound filled the airwaves then as the image broke up into lines of code. The static sound of raw data grew louder and more volatile until screens shattered, speakers blew and the broadcast ended. In the AR landscape the giant sky-screen shattered into a million shards which fell to the ground like glistening snow.

OOC: Every Neo outside of the Spire just got a nose bleed
Dead and alive

The dull thud of the club beat was an ever present comfort. The party ran twenty four seven up here in the Blue Rooms just as the blood ran twenty four seven in the Flesh Pits below. Rowan uncoiled herself from the tangle of naked bodies that had been amusing her the past few hours and walked the length of her office to stand naked at the thick plate glass that overlooked the dance floor below. Her hair and tattoos shifted to a luminescent pink but her eyes remained a frosty blue. Several of the patrons below looked up to see her standing there and within minutes the room was filled with eyes staring upwards at their goddess. She blew them a kiss, touching her two forefingers to her lips and flicking them outwards in a gesture familiar to her regulars. Many below imitated the gesture and she smiled warmly before turning away and walking towards the screens at the back of her office.

She watched impassively as her bouncers sold drugs, her companions blew tricks of clicks and her barman spiked the drinks of a bunch of corporate brats who had probably swiped their daddy's Credit stamp and were out on an adventure in the Hive. Fucking idiots they were about to have a very bad night. She laughed and turned her attention to the flesh pit cams.

Pulling a silk robe from the back of her chair she wrapped herself up and sat to watch the latest bout. A jacked up Borka miner exchanging pot shots with a local Hiver desperate for clicks and a fix. This was only going one way. She picked up a tab from the side and popped it onto her tongue. As the buzz settled in she let her eyes fall on the ratings panel. Four thousand paying customers patched in and over sixty percent on the losing side. She tapped a finger to her right temple and closed her eyes to join them.

She gasped and staggered back. Her nose was broken and she could taste blood. The last blow had knocked a tooth loose. The larger man was bearing down on her and in desperation she scrambled for the cage door. White hot pain as the electric charge fried the flesh of her fingers.

Her opponant grabbed her from behind and dragged her struggling across the floor of the pit. She glanced up in time to see a hammering blow as the Borka drove his elbow into her balls.

She wanted to vomit as the sudden wave of pain and nausea hit her. The miners breath was hot and fetid near her face now and she tried to turn away. Then his beard was pressing into her cheeks as vice like teeth clamped either side of her nose. There came a sickening crunch as the flesh was ripped away and the Borka stood with a road spitting blood and flesh out at the crowd.

She screamed in horror. She called out for help as blood filled her mouth. The boot that crushed her skull came as a sudden dark shadow followed by an immense pressure then.

"Fuck!" Rowan came back to herself gasping for breath and clutching the chair with white knuckles. "Now that was living!"
Sirius Vaxis Sentry

**Owned by**:  LaserSexPanther

**Gender**: Male

**Age**: 26

**Group**: Oracle Lowlife

## Physical Appearance

Sirius is a man who looks as though he's not seen the sun since he was a child, hasn't eaten real food for nearly as long, or slept in years. The rumor of such are very much an exaggeration. Well maybe to some degree it is true since most rumors start somewhere. His hair is black and unkempt, his frame skin and bones, his face narrow as his body and is posture is awful. Slouching most of the time but some how still has a slight 'kingly' swagger to his walk. His gaze is hallow and has an air of 'I am above you' to it.

## Personality and interests

Hacking, digital theft, junk food, synthwave, and the occasional exotic drug, drink or partner is never off the table. He believes he is smarter then the common man, weather this is true or not it typically leads to trouble. Lucky he as learned to defend himself. Though he still has a personality that isn't cut out for grand socialization. He's the kind of man who would kick a one night stand out into hurricane at night.

## History

Like almost everyone he was a kid once, though he didn't much care for the outside. Unless he saw a neighbor throw away some piece of tech. Which he would promptly steal once the coast was clear. Usually this was used to make his junk rig better but sometimes he'd find blackmail on the old drives. Blackmailing adulterating neighbors to keep quite. Drug purchases, illegal matters, if they were hiding it he found it. This developed into a little business by the time he was a teen, the rich were asking him to find info on their partners, or sometimes to hide things. Romances that weren't best for their image, or just regrets, a few times he covered up bastard children fathered by a big business man. He's not saying who though. A man with a business, love for the night, and everything that happens in it.

(name is said like Cyrus)

## Special Skills

Hacking
Slight of hand
Distraction

## Motivations

Money, and the things he wants to buy with it.

## Implants and Enhancements

melatonin inhibitors- keep him awake.
neurological process enhancers- speed up his brains functions (doesn't make him smarter just faster)
Trading Favors - Prt 02

The South 40's

Inroute to - The Toybox

Day 12 - 0345L

She'd downed some protein pills with some anti-suppressors on the floater cab ride across the city into the slum's collectively known as the South 40's.

The pilot of course had been eyeing her the whole trip trying to chat her up making suggestive comment's. Even going so far as to ask her what she charged hourly.

" More than you might think... " She mused smiling sweetly as she finished applying the stain to her lips. Coloring them blacker than the night time sky that lay beyond the canopy glass.

Of course he was looking and why shouldn't he be. She was all 10's decked out in a glossy black nano-skin suit and matching stelleto's the skin suit's seal open so low in the front that not only could you just see the snowy peaks in the north but also the deep valley to the south.

Her attentions turned to the benchseat beside her for a moment where her matching Chester coat and the stylized coffin shaped carry case Edger had come to refer to as her Toybox.

--

The pilot as expected refused to land the floater street level until the fare had been paid and even than the floater was already airborne before she'd even taken her first two steps of the ramp.

" Arse hole ..." she muttered under breath turning her gaze from the rapidly acending floater to the streets around her as she raised a stick to her lips and lit it.

The South 40's...

The word shithole came to mind but in truth the South 40's was far removed from the worst

places you could end up in Oracle City. Still at nearly 4am the streets were dark and stunk of the Gods only knew what. As was expected the back streets were nearly empty at this time of night. The only signs of life were the odd Joe here and there walking the length of the poorly lit corridors of the city and the working girls... you couldn't walk a block in the slums without seeing at least one or two here or there be it lottering in a doorway or hanging out curb side chatting up a potential John even at this late hour.

Thankfully she could see the sign for Bridger's place not so far away. The old worn sign spelling out the words "The Toybox" in hot pink framed on either side by red skinned devil girls sporting fake halo's and white feather wings while one wore wearing black lingerie while her twin sported a white baby doll nightie.

Taking a long drag off her stick she pulled a pair of modified wrap around mirror shades from her pocket and put them on as she started down the block. The sharp clicking of her heels echoing down the corridor and side streets.
Working the Body Shop - Part 2

Zone 21

The Body Shop

0600L

The hours dragged on it seemed and the bodies kept coming.

Pausing briefly to take a break Nagoya sighed to herself running the numbers in her head.

She had already cleared a dozen or so and was still looking at a backlog of 20 on the tables with another 58 or more stacked up in the freezers and the word coming down was that more were on the way. Honestly she couldn't remember the last time business was this good.

Nagoya sighed again dropping the used mono-blade scalpel onto the tray with a collection of other used gore covered instruments. "Igor! I need this tray cleared and another kit prepped."

There was a sharp angry chirp as the bot appeared from among the maze of waiting tables its display and indicators glowing red in annoyance.

" Stop your bitching, real nurses cost money." Nagoya fired back knowing full well what the bot was going on about.

Igor for his part made a series of rude noises as he collected the used tray disappearing again briefly only to return after a moment with fresh tray and kit.

" You know you weren't cheap either. You and your brother and sister cost me a fortune." Nagoya grumbled aloud. " Hells, I'm still pay off the loan ... Do you know how much your collective metallic asses put me in the hole? "

Another rude noise sounded off from somewhere among the waiting tables.

" Fine, you know what. If you think I'm gonna stand here and put up with your attitude all morning you go get vacuumed. You can just go roll your little ass up to receiving and help Franklin and Shelly clean the shit off the floors." Nagoya sounded off. " Honestly your an ungrateful little shit Igor ..."

Igor rolled away sounding off something that was a close to "fuck you" as the bot could manage.

Shaking her head in annoyance she had been about to break the seal on the new kit when the buzzer sounded again.

"Frakk me... "
Working the Body Shop - Part 3

Zone 21

The Body Shop

0715L

"Edger, you low life drek eating vulture... "

Nagoya announce catching the image of the well dressed Fixer and the trio of neatly dressed goons that shadowed him on the security screens.

" I'm pretty sure that the last time we spoke that I swore to myself that I would never do business with your maggot filled ass again."

"Mei, my girl you wound me... "
Edger breathed into the mic in that thick old world accent of his.

Nagoya frowned.

" Edger, I qualified at 97% in my range tests and that was before upgrades. If I get it in my head to shoot your ass just wounding you is a very unlikely outcome."

The Fixer laughed as he drew closer to the cam, his features filling the screen.

"Luv you can't honestly still be holding a grudge against me over what happened ... It was just a big misinderstanding is all. Just some of the less experienced boys letting thier dicks do their thinking for them."

Nagoya hissed her annoyance into the mic.

"As I recall four of your lowlife goons broke into my shop with every intention or raping and murdering my ass in my own bed."

Edger nodded. " I know, I know, but like I told you it was not with my approval nor under my orders and as I recall you handled the situation right and proper didn't you? "

"As recall I just killed them..." Nagoya she stated plainly.

" No Luv you didn't -just- kill them."

Edger chuckled softly.

" No, you beat the fear of God into them, than hung them up like sides of beef and systematically cut them apart piece by piece over several hours laughing like a banshee the entire time."

Nagoya bit her lower lip saying nothing.

" And that Luv, that wasn't even the best part. No you than sent me the heads all wrapped up like holiday gifts via special courier with a pretty little red card and a copy of the AR recording of the hell you inflicted on them for me to enjoy in the privacy of my own home."

Edger was silent for a moment before continuing.

"Even the Boss enjoyed your work... loved it infact... I dont even know how she got a copy of the original AR you sent me but she did and really enjoyed them and even still does watching them now and than when she's in one of her moods. Says they cheer her up if you can believe it."

Edger paused briefly before continuing.

"She called me into her office that very night to have a nice long sit down with me to talk over the whole affair. You know what she said... She tells me that if I had given the order than she couldn't let the matter slide. You know the Boss Business is business after all and she'd can't just let insult like her people getting butchered slide but I said no ... It was my fault and that blame for my boys slipping the leash was mine as well. I told the Doc she does the best work and is good to have on the payroll. I told her that no one can take a guy apart a put them back together like you can."

"Honestly Edger, You keep talking sweet to me and I'm gonna start pissing honey." Nagoya offered rolling her eyes. " Fine we'll talk business but your goons stay outside. I have enough shit on the floor in here without adding to it."
The Hive

Beneath the streets of Oracle is the Hive. The Hive is a dark underworld where the forgotten and the forsaken live and die. It was first of all a haven for the refugees from the downed Nemeria and the stranded Hyperion. Though there were very few of the former the latter came down in their hundreds of thousands threatening to overpopulated the then new City of Oracle and strip it of its resources. So the Hive was constructed as a City beneath the City and over time it has grown deeper and darker with many of its denizens never seeing the light of day. The Hive is built in levels.

## The Underworks - EnCorp SRS

This top layer runs all of the utilities and atmospheric machinery for Oracle. Sewers, fresh water, recycling and power. Veritas grid stations are also dotted around down here. There is a small town at the centre of this level called Sojo, this is where you will find the Blue Rooms and the fabled Flesh Pits. Sojo acts as a conduit between the Hive and Oracle. If it goes in or out Rowan Krieger smacks it on the ass on the way past.

## Little Tokyo- The Dark City

   Little Tokyo is a city apart with its own grid, its own laws and social structure. These people are mainly descendent of the Hyperion refuges. They are not Citizens of Oracle and OSEC does not come down here. Little Tokyo is run by the crime lords and a movement called the Union. The currency of the Dark City is Clicks.

## The Plates - Titantech Grav Enhancers

   Down at the plates Titantech enhanes the gravity of Oracle allowing the citizens to move about in an "earth like" manner. If the plates go down then shit goes sideways up top.

## The Catacombs

    Here is where the scary shit happens. Government projects, rogue mining operations, illegal corporate experiments. This vast cave network is a trove of horror and adventure. Come on down if you dare.
Oracle

The City of Oracle is set on the partially terraformed surface of Mars. It is a low-grav environment with a thin atmosphere supplemented in the immediate vicinity of the city through an Ozone generation plant in the West Works that feeds breathable air throughout the city and processes carbon resources. On the outskirts and throughout Mars proper things are more precarious.

The City is built within the Gusev Crater CLICK HERE to learn more

Oracle is owned and run by corporations, most notably the big five:

* Corporations

* Government

## Oracle Districts

   This map is designed to outline the city districts, expanding on the initial map in the game information page. You will notice I have added the Core district as a separate area now, encompassing much of the Cities trade leisure and retail centers.

*A big thanks to Dz for the help marking out the zones and fleshing out some of the locations.*

## Oracle Zones

   The numbering is a little organic in places. This is due to the fact that we have written and made cannon certain locations that make it difficult to number the zones in a complete logical sequence. However, real life is also somewhat organic and I think the occasional oddity simply adds flavor to the setting.

*A big thanks to Dz for the help marking out the zones and fleshing out some of the locations.*

## Zone Allocation

Zones are allocated by OSEC to enable the efficient administration of the vast City that is Oracle. Each Zone will be served by a Civic Councilor and have an allocation of the public purse to deliver security, health and other key functions of OSEC.

The Core District : Zones 0,0A - 08 and 1A - 1H

OCON Heights : Zones 30 - 39 and 105 - 110

Encorp SRS : Zone 131

OSEC : Zones 111 - 120 and 127

The Wards : Zones 121 - 130 (Except 127)

Downtown : Zones 9 - 10, 18 - 29, 50 - 52 and 62 - 84

West Works : Zones 2 - 17 and 85 - 104

Slums : Zones 40 - 47 and 53 - 61

Shi'Ying : Zone 132

External Facilities : Zones M1 - M4

## Citizenship

Citizenship can either be bought from OSEC or earned through service to OSEC or one of the registered corporations. Without Citizenship you can not vote, you can not access medical care and you can not have representation in a court of law. You have no rights or recourse.

## Currency

### Credits

The common currency of Mars and they are managed through the OSEC Central Bank. There is no physical money, transactions are carried out through Sevo-Implants which upload to the Central Core through the grid. Without the implant you can not buys anything or legally own anything in Oracle.

### Clicks

The underground currency of Oracle. They are used in the Hive and by the criminal underworld and lowlife of the City. Clicks are collected on hand held devices to help avoid detection on spot searches. Click for Credits agents operate out of the slums at various exchange rates allowing people to get by without having to resort to bartering. This activity is highly illegal.
Countdown - Part 03

Downtown - Zone 73
The Rand Family Compound
17-11-2255. 2305L

By 2305L Twix was already on the road heading North through the Zone 73.

She hadn't even managed to clear her own Zone when she had her first brush with the OSEC enforcers and saw with her own eyes just how bad things were.

She counted eight cycles in total, two of which were smouldering wrecks in the middle of the road while the remaining stood abandon their riders who were laying on the ground with their hands on their heads faces in the dirt under the watchful eye of enforcers sporting full combat armor and automatic weapons.

Not much further on a pair of medtechs worked to revive one of the riders laid out on a stretcher in the middle of the road the other dead and forgotten in the street.

She didn't know the riders but she knew the colors and marking on the bikes themselves belonged to the gangs Zulu Nation and The Black Panther Tribe. Allied Afrikan gangs from the other side of downtown who claimed territory in Zone 26.

She didn't bother to wait to be discovered she rolled the Diva back the way she'd come and once clear headed south towards the canal.

…

In the end Twix had to settle for the long way taking the Northwestern route along the canal just avoiding half a dozen checkpoints and trio of near misses with patrol cruisers as she made the transition from Zone 9 into Zone 8.

She was finally forced to make the transition from the canals to the streets again when word came over the link that OSEC floaters were spotted running the canal from north to south. Forcing her to cut through the Zone 92 industrial park and than making a dash along one of the arteries between Zone 90 and 95 picking up a tail before losing him by cutting through a drainage tunnel and across the abandoned works in Zone 88 and than North into Zone 85 from the southern.

She was just shy of the meeting point and running 10 minutes behind schedule when she caught sight of an OSEC Armored Floater cruised over her heading in the same direction. Breaking hard she pulled the Diva undercover just in time as another pair of Armored floaters in trail passed overhead running the length of the alleyway where she had just been with searchlights as the continued on.

Quickly killing the power on her cycle she recalling another of Glimmer Jones words of wisdom. " See one floater, there are two. See two and there are four, See three baby girl … you better run girl because a whole lotta people are about to be recycled."

" Fuck me sideways … " Twix cursed quickly powering the cycle and throttling the accelerator to full speed lauching the Diva out of cover and down the alleyway as she recalled another bit of wisdom.

" OSEC floaters can see through walls. "

The floater above her position punctuated that point with a few hundred rounds pounding into the concert where she had just been hidden in the moments before.
Foxhunt: Whatever Rowan want ...

Rowan stood and walked over to the edge of her viewing box. It was a bloody circus down there, Orlock was clearly crazier than a bag of cats in a spin drier by the crowd was lapping it up. She tapped the glass and it began to slide up leaving her standing on a balcony above the fight. Orlock was spread-eagled on the floor in the middle of some sort of drooling hallucination. He had managed to skewer his right thigh and left arm on the spikes floor and blood was pooling around his body.

She held out her right arm palm down and the ground of the fighting pit stopped its movement. She closed her fist and the spikes withdrew. Orlock twitched violently as the two that was impaling him sank away from sight. The crowd were chanting now and Rowan extended her thumb wavering from up to down,

“Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!”

Romeo was looking up towards her and she raised an eyebrow as he slowly shook his head.

Orlok chuckled insanely as the spikes retracted from his body. It was a good thing he didn’t feel pain. He looked at the three different Romeo’s staring down at him sadly.

“Don’t look so sorry for yourself, mate. You didn’t volunteer for this bullshit, did you?” He chuckled and wiped some blood from his mouth.

“Hey, just a heads up. If Rowan decides to have you off me, maybe go back to OSEC and spot them a tip. BastioCorp is up to bullshit. The kind even the Corp-families might not like to hear about. But, aheh, I think the drugs are starting to leave my system now.

Hmph, who was that asshole who popped some coke at me? You know, it sucks. I really did think I’d gotten out of here. You can probably relate, you’re one of those werewolf Psi-Ops guys, right? I heard you’re all cloned in vats or abducted as kids or whatever. Just goes to show that the corporations really don’t give a damn. If she drops her thumb don’t hesitate, alright? Just gonna get us both dead.” He chuckled lamely.

Rowans thumb wavered back and forth as she listened to Orlocks mutterings over the fight comms. At the sound of BastioCorp she froze.

“Red.” she called back to her subordinate and the woman appeared at her side. “Did you hear that?” Rowan asked.

“BastioCorp.” Red confirmed.

“Get that freaky little shit into surgery right now, I want those memories restored and extracted by morning.” Rowan glared down at the drug addled miner, “and Red… organise something tasty for the crowd they are not going to like this.”

Rowans thumb rose upwards sparing Orlocks life.
Sentry

The apartment was tiny. Little more then the size of a rich woman's unneeded walk in closet, dark, cold, and little more then a second 'room' existed that housed a shower and toilet. No sink aside from the one in what the occupant could only call one third of a kitchen. The only other items in that tiny corner were a mini fridge and a microwave. A Japaneses style futon with a thick blanket and pillow shoved against a wall for eventual uses.

The only light to speak of was the dull bluish glow of a bank of monitors. Enough to cause a slight hum if you listened closely enough, that is if the air conditioner wasn't pumping in frigid air in twenty-four seven. Though Sirius didn't mind the cold. It was either that or his rig would have a melt down.

BEEEP BEEP. The microwave sounded to let him know his ramen was done. Stretching his legs like a cat, Sirius stood and dragged his bare feet across the cold wood floor taking the bowl from the box, and getting chopsticks. Taking his seat on the floor again he started to flick through camera feeds.

Slurping some of the ramen down with out blowing on it his first stop on his usually spying was Sam's Shop. He couldn't see the feeds inside. But he could see the comers and goers. Not the best people watching but seeing the embarrassment those going in and out was fun at times, plus high ranking officials could stop in and give Sirius some good dirt. But this was interesting, a much hated man named Rodriguez entered the shop, he wasn't in there long enough to shop or look at anything, but came out looking as pleased as a fox in a chicken coop. "I'll need to look into that." he slurped up some noodles. Next stop the Flesh Pit. Flicking to the feed stopping on the camera just as Rowan plopped down in a large expensive looking chair, and gripping the arm rests. "Interesting." Sirius mumbled through his chewing on the chashu from his ramen. Finishing just as she popped out of her trance. "Boring...next."

After a few hours of mostly boring people watching, soundtracked by Synthwave, fueled by ramen and energy drinks. He flicked back to Shop. Trying to come up with a secretive way to contact the man. Sirius only meet the man twice. The first time was to ask about a job the second was to complete it. He had wanted some tech 'improved' Sirius obliged him. Half for the money, half to prove he could, maybe another half to show off he could make something better that was 'top of the line'.

"Sorry man..." he mumbled, putting himself in to the AR environment in Sam's Shop. Though not taking his own form. Taking one of a jet black cat with a green eye and a blue eye. Walking in before taking seat to make eye contact just long enough to get the mans attention before walking and vanishing into a wall. Leaving behind a data package of a burner contact information to contact him about 'the pig problem'. Signing it with a symbol rather than a name.
Caelestos

Caelestos was an ancient country connected to old Evaria. Small tribes once spread all over the Northern hemisphere of Evaria, long before William Blackmoore left to conquer the Kingdoms of Islimore. The Caelestal were a people hardened by the conditions of which they lived -- in the cold mountains, with little land that was suitable enough for farming and surrounded by the sea. They became adept at fishing, and with plentiful forests in southern Evaria, they built themselves boats and voyaged. History laments their extraordinary expeditions into the unknown and emphasizes their battle prowess.

After the Age of Legends, came the Invasions of the Calestal. Often landing on the shores of Islimore, the Calestal were brutal, merciless raiders, who struck from the northern seas and ravaged the shores of our ancestors. This would go on for hundreds of years, until the greatest chief of the Calestal raiders was captured. Legend says the Kings of Islimore united for the first time to battle a common enemy. When their armies failed, they turned to something darker...more sinister, to deal with the threat. Using blood magic, they cursed him with an endless hunger, driving him to devour his men and then...his own flesh. He wasn’t so great anymore.

After that, the invasions and massacres stopped.  The Calestal were not heard from again for a few hundred years. By the time of the people’s re-emergence, Caelestos had become one of the greatest countries in the world. Learning the dark arts that killed their people’s greatest chief, two brothers brought the entire northern half of Evaria to heel.

Those who refused to bow, were forced into slavery or cut down where they stood. Thus, the most powerful Empire ever known was born, Caeleo.

The country was in full flourish for many years, a city of wonder. Enemies had many times tried to conquer the land, but their priests invoked dark magic. Fleets sunk, and with them, their men, to the bottom of the sea. With their books and amulets, dark magic infiltrated every crevice of the country. Seeping into their soils and filling their land full of wild fruit trees, grapevines and plentiful grains. They lived in an idyllic existence. But the powers they used did other things, too,  and twisted both animal and man, into something unnatural.

Magic came with a price.

One cataclysmic night the Gods sent a battalion of fire to rain down on Caelestos that was so intense, that the great city of Caeleo was never found again.

The Gods in their wrath, had struck down the most powerful country in Evaria for their sins, and the doomed city became a warning to others. A tale of caution, that over the years faded more into myth, than fact.

Where it is believed the city might have stood, the land is covered in a veil of thick mists. The superstitious call it a cursed land. While the brave, stupid few, have tried to retrieve the spoils of the once great city.

Only to never return.
Foxhunt: How it really went down!

Romeo stood wide eye looking down at the antics of Orlock as he clung to his leg like a screaming five-year-old. Orlock screamed something incomprehensible and pointed at an adorable spider stuffed animal with giant googly eye and a collar with “Tim” written on it.

The glittery film coating Orlocks face clued Romeo as to what happened. Just before the arena turned into a campy old world earth movie from the 80’s … some ASS in the crowd bought Orlock another weapon.

At first, it had looked harmless enough, almost like a joke unto it squirted a powder into the man’s face. Then his opponent had begun to run around screaming ‘My KING, My KING’ forgetting about Romeo entirely as he started ripping his shirt off.

Things only devolved from there as Romeo stood dumbfounded. This was the last thing he expected to happen in a fight but the crowd seemed to be eating it up, roaring with laughter to the music of Flash Gordon.

When the arena started moving that’s was when Orlock so fit to attach himself to Romeo’s leg like a giant tick. Orlock continued to scream about an anus sucking spider emphatically pointing to the stuffy laying limply on the floor and then something about not letting him fall into the ‘owchies’.

“Oh hell no ... no … get off … get the FUCK off.” Romeo said trying to pry the man who had a death grip on his leg, off. Orlock had a hell of a grip and trying to pry the man off seemed only make him hold on tighter! The man seemed to be half fucking constrictor.
Earth to Mars Timeline

## Timeline

**March 3rd 2020**

First manned mars mission is announced by NASA, initiates the “Decade of Discovery.”

Major advances brought about by Mission Mars research and development :

• Matter fabrication - “Neo Alchemy”
• Artificial Intelligence and robotics
• Synthetic Evolution – Genetic manipulation and Cybernetics
• Geomagnetic Science – Research into the manipulation of gravity and magnetic force

**June 10th 2025**

The Dromond Effect: Discovered by Emmanuel Dromond a leading Geomagnetic scientist. The planet earth was preparing to undergo an Extinction Level Event. Within the next century a full Geomagnetic Reversal would slowly flip the magnetic poles weakening the earths magnetic field and allowing solar winds to strip the planet of much of its oxygen. Volcanic eruptions and earthquakes would follow and continue for several more centuries making the earth uninhabitable.

**July 6th 2026**

The United Nations commission the construction of Oracle a prototype City Ship designed for interplanetary colonization. They pour billions into terraforming research. Contracts go to US and Japanese multi-nationals.

**July 8th 2026**

China and India commission the construction of the Hyperion, backed by Russia. The Hyperion is a state owned venture with the Russians as junior partners.

**July 15th 2026**

A third Titan Class vessel, the Nemeria is commissioned by private investors, Bezos, Gates and Zuckerberg.

**April 7th 2028**

Unmanned fuel and resource station sent to orbit the red planet in readiness for the arrival of human astronauts. Named Journeys End. Nicknamed “Uncle Joe” after its chief designer.

**February 28th 2030**

Mandella One is launched – an international crew of eight travelled on the new super-shuttle

**September 16th 2030**

Mandella One reaches Mars orbit and docks with Journeys End Station

**September 21st 2030**

Mars Landing
Commander John Cordman “Beneath my feet lies the hope of all humanity, god be with us all.”

In the years that followed multiple manned missions were sent to Mars and numerous colonies were formed in the surface.

**October 17th 2083**

Pathfinder 3 was launched to begin terraforming operations on the red planet
• Strengthening of the magnetic field
• Production of Carbon and Greenhouse gasses to thicken the Mars atmosphere

**January 2nd 2130**

Oracle is successfully landed on Mars near the Gusev Crater
January 3rd 2130 – Disaster strikes as the Nemeria breaks up on entry and crashes near the southern pole
January 4th 2130 – The Hyperion landing is averted pending investigation of the Nemeria disaster
April 12th 2130 – A partial evacuation of Hyperion to Oracle takes place due to the continuing uncertainty over risking the Hyperion asset

**March 3rd 2250**

Current Day
Petit Éventreur

## Apparence

Chaton noir tacheté de toute les couleur, son ventre est rouge comme du sang. Ses yeux sont très foncés. Il fait un peu peur mais moins que sa sœur.

## Caractère

Son rêve est de faire honneur à son nom en éventrant toute les espèces animales possibles et surtout le faire sur un chat du Clan des Fous Étoilés.

Sinon il ne parle à personne et est une véritable petite boule de poil tueuse. Sa mère est très fière de lui.

## Famille

Mère : Pelage de Plume

Père: Patte de Piquet

Sœurs: Petite Boule Disco et Mini Patte Sanglante

Grand-mère: Poil de Crocodile( Mamy Crocrodile)

Grand-père: Atchoum
C'est quoi ce wiki ?

Depuis longtemps, Pat' la folle parle de détrôner Patte de Silex, du wiki des guerriers de la montagne. Son apprentie lui a donné une chance unique, en créant le wiki du Clan des Fous. Ici, tout le monde est fou.

En fait sur ce wiki vous faites ce que vous voulez. Vous écrivez des livres de trois pages si ça vous chante, vous manger vos chatons si vous avez, vous allez baver sur Pat' la folle, ÇA C'EST OBLIGATOIRE BANDE DE CHATS !
Islimore

Islimore is the main power of the continent of Dragivad. As the largest of the five kingdoms it makes up for the highest population and well over half of the continent's economy. This has made the other kingdoms dependent on the well being of Islimore. When Islimore suffers the continent suffers. An unstable Islimore makes for perilous times for the other kingdoms as well.

## Economy

The fertile plains and the rich mountain provide the ideal landscape for agriculture, providing much of the grains and starches that make their way through the continent. The forests provide good timber, and the mountains are a great source of ore, though timber and ore are not the main exports of the kingdom.

## Military Strength

Islimore has a powerful military, and they say that whoever commands the armies of Islimore commands that continent. The citizens enjoy relative safety as a result, and several of the noble houses provide employment for the common man.
Orlok and The Cape

The corpse sat up and regarded him with dull, lifeless eyes. She looked ta him and he jumped, holding a plunger up threateningly.

"Master, what is thy bidding?" The woman asked emotionlessly.

"Oh goody. You're not gonna kill me. Go grab all the corpses outside and put them into chemical vat A1." he ordered simply and lounged on his desk.

"Heh. And people say bringing the dead to life is hard. *They called me mad.*"

Orlok chuckled to himself and adjusted the dead pelican on his dead, its entrails spilling over it and leaving bloodstains everywhere.

He'd have to get a proper surgical table soon.

As for now? He was at an impasse. He wasn't sure why but he caught a glimpse of this Logos person's mask and really wanted to smash it in. It was probably for no reason which was reason enough but he got the feeling was all Jealous over the fact that everyone was scared OF FUCKING LOGOS AND NOT ORLOK!!! WHAT?>!?!? WA HE NOT A GOOD ENOUGH SUPERVILLAIN?!?!?!

He sighed and turned to the files on his desk. Three of the potential applicants had turned out to be either too insane not insane enough. He only had one guy to work with but it kind of sucked.

The Yellow Whizz.

Yeah, the name was incredibly dumb, even for a lunatic who thought he was a superhero. But he DID have implants that let him glide around really fast, so that was good.

The only problem was that this young superhero only operated in the upper areas of Oracle where the girls were prettier and still had all their teeth... and could read... and knew what books were

"Master, I have added the corpses to the mix." The Zombie moaned at him.

He grabbed her shoulder.

"I'm glad you asked, Zombie Unit One. You see, I've decided that not only is this world above the topsoil really horrible and filled with mean people, ITS SO FUCKING BORING!!! THERE'S ONLY ONE TERRORIST AND NO CHAOS CULTISTS!!!! *This heresy shall not stand?!?!*" He broke into mad weeping and Zombie Unit one awkwardly patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you Mathilda. I am fond of you too." He blew his nose.

"Which, is why, today, We Shall begin recruiting for my grand project to make the world nicer and less boring. I shall call it the green lantern-"

"Copyright infringement detected." Zombie Unit One Intoned.

"The Avengers-"

"Copyright Infringement detected."

"The fantastic four. Wait no, they suck too much. The league of extraordinary.... Gentlemen.... No. The League of Extraordinary Heroes. A sort of league of justice, if you will. It shall be referred to as the LEH for short. Today we begin recruitment plots. Quickly, add mixture seventeen to the corpse pit and then get your wonderwoman costume."