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  1. Dredge

    Family Road Trip

    @danzilla3 Jack lead Erika down the halls and through the doors of their new home, as he did so there was a wicked smile among Erika’s face. A smile that carried its way until they reached the end of their new home. Just before Jack could take her out of the doorway she resisted. Erika twisted herself so that even as she would likely be restrained, the soft lips of her mouth found themselves in Jack’s ears. This was where she whispered something to him, something that she was confident would take root. ”Ask her about Misia. Ask her about the daughter she left behind.” With that Erika would then bite Jack’s ear gently before laughing wildly and staring at her mother. ”Let’s go mom! Let’s be off on this grand family adventure!” Erika would then sit in the back of the carriage and her demeanor would shift nearly instantly. For the first time in years, she gazed upon her siblings. Her younger brothers and a weight filled her chest and for a brief moment only Jack would see tears enter the corner of her eye. “ “Jarven, look at you.” Her voice shook and from there it was quiet for some time.
  2. Dredge

    Family Road Trip

    @danzilla3 .The door opened with a flick of the wrist after the third knock from Jack. Staring into the room he’s see Erika. Without her helmet and without her armor of the Sith Empire she sat there with a light cigarette pressed against her lips and an uncaring and cold disposition on her face. With a pull of it she exhaled the smoke into the new house of Jack and Patrica. When Jack looked upon her he could see the spitting image of the woman he fell in love with, and the fiery side of her father that was a man similar to him. A wildcard that flew against the face of reason and logic. Pressing the coffin nail against her lips again she looked down at the floor before running her free hand through her hair. ”She’s playing you, you know that right?” Erika firmly met Jack’s gaze and kept her steely disposition. ”She’s been with people worse than you. Real dark lords who destroyed planets and killed thousands for fun. You’re just a play thing, something that she’s going to use until she gets bored. She’ll move on to the next bad boy.” Erika would rise and stare Jack in his eyes. The scars across her face and the damage done to her body would be shown. The failure and neglect of a mother put on prominent display. Erika knew that she could not face Jack in combat in this current condition and win. All she had for her weapon was her mother’s silver tongue and her truth. ”You’re not special Jack. You don’t know her like I do, and you’ll never be good enough.” Erika would then take another long drag before flicking the half smoked cigarette towards him. She would then await his response hoping for a violent one. Something to help her escape from this place.
  3. Dredge

    Family Road Trip

    @danzilla3 Now was the time if ever there was one. Patrica and Jack had been at the site for weeks and she had distanced herself from him while they worked. Not out of any kind of spite or negative feelings towards her new love, but for what was in her. Patricia’s mind was often buzzing with new ideas and regret of a past life, with just a sprinkle of PTSD to top it all off. Yet this was not what grew in her to cause her to keep her distance from Jack. He accepted her and her flaws and past crimes, he was someone she could see herself spending the rest of her life with. What grew in her was Jack’s child, a son or daughter that she knew she was pregnant with since they had embarked on a mission to save the children from her home dimension. A potential life she had put into danger so very often, with not a small amount of her hoping that the damage she and others did to her body would force complications to happen with her pregnancy. But this was not the case. Jack’s genes were strong and the child was as resilient as he was, perhaps with his strength of healing to boot. With her last trip to the doctor, the baby was in perfect health despite the drinking and the damage done to her in various fights. This was happening and she needed to tell Jack soon. She was beginning to show and there wouldn’t be too much longer before he could put two and two together. So when he took her hands and kissed her forehead, she startled back to reality with a slight flinch that snapped her into focus. This wasn’t something new for Jack to see as often Patrica was down some rabbit hole or another thinking about various new innovations in tech or experiencing some form of deep thought or trauma. A smile shown brightly on her face that soured almost immediately as his words brought Erika into this mix. In their various mother and daughter private time talks, Erika knew about her mother’s condition and agreed not to spill the beans. So far she had done a good job and she knew Erika wouldn’t attack her while pregnant. So Patricia would take a gamble. ”Well she’s chipped, and I don’t think she’s going to crack multiverse interdimensional travel anytime soon. I think this would be a good opportunity for her to get some fresh air and try and come around to the idea of our new family.” Patricia said as the smile returned to her face. Better to come out with her little surprise while everyone was present for it.
  4. She wished so very dearly that she had the strength to talk to Jack. About all she had done and horrors she inflicted onto others. Rather she simply said nothing the entire night then eventually drifted back into a troubled sleep sometime in the early AM. Patricia had always lived a dangerous life. Undercover field agent turned crime lord, arms dealer/manufacturer, destroyer of governments and creator of cloned armies. If she wasn’t getting shot at by someone or something, it was more than just odd, it was more dangerous than the actual gunman. It forced her to finally confront the things she had done and examine her life in harshly critical way, and often she didn’t like what she saw. The deepest and darkest parts of her wanted to get up out of this bed, adorn the mask, and go outside to raise hell and make money the wrong way. The beast in her that hungered to be fed from the capitalization of misery and misfortune of others yearned for it. It made life simple, it made everything simple. Burn town, get money. That was it. No being a good partner to Jack, no being a mother, no making amends with the clones and children she wronged, no coming to terms with the needless violence she committed in the name of chasing the almighty dollar and thrill that came with it. She was the best at it, and that want would never truly go away. But, she made this decision. For her children, and for Jack. She needed to commit to it, and she had to at least try to put a little good back into the world. While she wasn’t ready to get involved in this project, she did have the resources and people to help her with such a task. So after jack left to go be with his friend, she took a few moments to rise and stir from her bed. With a horrid hangover she clutched her temples then placed a small communicator down on the nightstand. A few short moments the image of a man in a tropical flower shirt and khaki answered, he was a clone much like Lusk. The spitting image of Preliat. ”Go for Albatross.” The man said as he casually stuffed a handful of cheese puffs into his mouth and put his feet up on what was clearly the dashboard of a truck’s passenger seat. ”Alby, it’s mom. I need a favor.” Patricia said as she paused after a short battle with nausea. ”Good morning, mom. If it’s to cure your hangover, afraid I can’t. That’s more Calamity’s job, she’s the medic, isn’t that right babe?” From off screen a muscular yet feminine arm waved from the driver’s side but was not accompanied with a hello or greeting. ”First of all. Gross. Secondly, no I’ll handle the hangover myself. I need you and your team to head to my location. Jack is building a new town and I’d like to get you guys involved. You’re the best engineer I have, so you’d be a big help. I’ve been weird to him the last day or two and I want him to know that I love him and that me being in a weird space is not an indication that I love him any less.” Patricia slightly trailed off there at the end but was quickly brought back to reality by the loud crunch of cheese puffs and chewing that ensued afterwards. ”Well we’ve still been on that whole good will charity mission of bringing clean water and sustainable food to villages and poor communities, but even a portion of my guys can handle that. Truth be told we’ve mostly just spent the last few days in town dicking around until we headed out for Southwold today. You need me to divert?” As cool as he tried to play it, Patricia could see the hunger for more in Albatross’ eyes. The want to build a city and something truly impressive. ”If you don’t mind. I’d appreciate it. Just make sure you take orders from Jack and his boyfriend Thurgood. Dudes basically if a line of spice powder came to life, can’t miss him.” Patricia looked up at her cloned child and gave a rather kind look. ”Locking on your coordinates now. ETA five hours. I’ll send Rascal and Blitz’s crew to Southwold, the rest of us will split off now.” With that, Albatross hung up and Patricia was left alone in the dark. A few moments passed before she stood up and walked over to a nearby suitcase she had stashed away in their lavish tent. Grabbing it and setting it on the table, she popped the locks and opened it to look down and gaze at what she was attempting to fight and resist with all the willpower she could summon. She wasn’t sure why she brought it with her, but she felt like she had to.
  5. Her mind couldn’t focus on the project. Rebuilding a settlement and turning it into a prosperous city was something she could handle. The former crime lord had managed entire star sectors with populaces that grew and expanded as her criminal empire did. Yet, for some reason she just couldn’t allow her hands to touch this city. She couldn’t bring herself to do that. Not out of some self centered notion that she was above such things or that Jack couldn’t handle something on this scale. She didn’t want to touch this because it was pure. It was a blank slate in which to create something truly special. To her, she was beneath such things. It was too good for her and she didn’t deserve to be a part of something that was pure and without the horrors of her former life. She never really told Jack the extent of the evil she had done. He had seen her do acts of evil out of necessity, but never for the sheer thrill of the hunt and the chase. He’d never seen her fall from a bright eyed enforcer of the law into the crime lord who bombarded a city from orbit for revenge. He’d never seen her move through a military academy and gun down the young officers of tomorrow because their government tried to bring her to justice by placing a bounty on her head. But most of all, he hadn’t seen what she did at the scrap heap. None of it was out of necessity or to save her children, it was because she enjoyed it. So as Jack and his friend got to work with their civic engineering. She made sure to seclude herself and do what she did best. Day drink. Finding one of the unopened bottles of libations from last night’s get together she dropped the act she often put on for her family and took a deep swig of liquor. Doodling on her data pad she’d start to flick through the design plans of the city for the hell of it. She had nothing to do while in the tent anyways. With a bottle in one hand and the pad in the other she silently went over things and drank.
  6. Damn, I’ve been meaning to make curry goat while getting these gainz in my temple of swolitude. How did you know?! What did you need punched?
  7. L.O.D 4 Sale Lately The Legion of Doom has been making various moves in Genesaris since we arrived and forged a pact with Lady Akako. However things in my opinion have been rather stagnant as of late, and it’s time to move forward. While I sincerely do love the Taiyōmichi and the few threads I got to do there, I really want to become more active in the Genesaris community and it’s various factions. So consider this as me putting Legion up for grabs in a sense. I am looking for a group or organization that would enjoy the help of a paramilitary force and people willing to commit war crimes and mass slaughter at your discretion in order to further their own cause of securing land and resources to build a permanent home for demi-human and monstrous races of people where they don’t have to live in fear of being cut down by various governments, adventurers, or crusaders looking to purify the lands or simply harvest them for potions and ritual components. That being said. Legion one hundred percent has a bloody and horrific past, so it’s understandable that governments might not want to be seen dealing directly with them. Fear not though avid reader! We are flexible. Whether it’s out in the open, covertly, or whatever your dealings may be. Legion is willing and able to carry out the various tasks that you require. Need a town destroyed? We can do it! Need an envoy to communicate with monsters in your territory? We can do it! Need a fleet and army to destabilize a region before sending in your force? You guessed it! We can do it! Legion as of late still carries weight and activity with the threads we do, and we want to keep that excitement and progress going while bringing in as many factions, people, and players as possible. While the board can be slow at times, we really enjoy spicing things up as the bad guys. If you want to work with us or adopt Legion into your nation or whatever it is you run, or just partner with us to bring excitement and drama to the board. We’d really enjoy that! All you need is the ability to help Legion establish its people in a space where they can be free, and have a really loose set of morales as to how you decide to use the faction and it’s resources. So let’s talk! Feel free to ask any questions below and we can talk about what we can do to do cool stuff!
  8. Perfectly understandable. I’m definitely going to try and make the next thread a bit more fast paced.
  9. Every fraction and atom of his being screamed for him to burn this place to the ground. To forget the plan. To forget why he was here and the goals that he himself had set. The savagery and warmonger that was at the core of his being burned bright, and it wasn’t even fully the deaths of these people that had triggered it. It was the idea of this field and how it embodied the horrors that had created him. For the first time in a very long time, the dark lord had a moment of realization and what he saw he did not enjoy. This place, not just the the fields where the worst of the worst were disposed of. This entire fucking place was what made him. The planet of trash that he crawled himself out of in order to take power. He learned that the dimension he had come from was no different than the one where he currently stood. It was all just part of the system. The endless cycle of poverty and oppression to keep people in their place. To make sure the poor and disenfranchised were born into a world where they would be forced to skimp and scrape before being forced to break the law in order to survive another day only to be punished by the system that was put in place by the oppressor. The law here was merely a threat of violence, and the guards Dredge had bought off. Just a standing army to enact violence on behalf of the system. So Dredge didn’t want for Dauner and friends to come closer. He began to walk towards them. ”How can you just stand there. Like any of this is ok.” Dredge said with that same robotically modified voice beneath his hood. ”Look at them. LOOK AT THEM!!” Dredge pointed to the people huddled inside the crumbling and dilapidated buildings of this town. It was a sickness. Poverty. Incarceration. Subjugation. All of it was a sickness that passed from one generation from the next. Something these people seemed to be blind to. ”Praise be to Hyperion. Praise be to The Genesar. Praise be to the riches and stability they have given these people.” Dredge said as he stepped forward more, his power and rage building with each passing moment. ”Look at all these rehabilitated people living their BEST LIFE!!” Dredge yelled before it turned to bubbling rage induced laughter. ”These people get to stay here, in this barbed wire wrapped paradise, and the lucky ones you ask? Well the lucky ones get conscripted.” Dredge’s voice smoothed out a bit as he pushed deeper into their space. ”Conscripted. You know what that word means. It’s the systems way of saying ‘hey you poor, criminal, cast aside, worthless mother fucker. How would you like to come fight our wars for us? No? Well too bad you ain’t got a choice. Now get the fuck on the bus.” Dredge then cocked his head directly over to Dauner. ”Those are the lucky ones who get real jobs and skills. ‘Oh you’re one of the good ones. Oh you’re on of the clean ones.” And at that point it snapped in him. ”WHERE’S YOUR FUCKING RAGE!?!!?” Dredge was no angel. He was killer and a fiend, but he was a product of a place such as this and coming home to it had opened his eyes to it. His power had raised for all to feel and it was one of fury that could take this entire town and burn it in an instant. Yet after a moment it began to lower. ”So here’s what I’m gonna do. Me and my people are going to go, and if you want to try and stop me. I will kill you.” There was no pause or hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t making a threat he was promising them that he would end them. ”And one day, I’m going to come back here and burn this entire place to the fucking ground. I’m going to burn every single place and every single person who supports this system to ash. So instead of fighting me, join me.” Dredge would then turn his back on the men after extending his offer. He would walk back towards the edge of town. Godfrey needed to exfil with the targets still, even if the plan had changed. Dredge needed those people.
  10. I’m definitely getting a new thread going soon. It’s in the brain storming process though. So I’d say it’ll be ready in a week maybe.
  11. She never cared much to see the ruin and damage brought on by a raid. It often reminded her of what she was, and the countless lives she had ruined or outright ended due to her greed. The idea that she was doing it for her family had faded from her mind under the heavy realization that she simply enjoyed it. Much like these bandits she enjoyed the thrill of the heist, the battle that ensued, and the power she felt when taking something that didn’t belong to her and removing anyone that got in her way. She was really good at it, and it gave her an excuse to be a bad mother and terrible spouse. Patricia didn’t want to be that person anymore though. She didn’t want to be Miss Blonde and the woman who wore that mask. So the chance to rebuild something. The chance to take something ruined and fix it. Well that was the first step on a long and bumpy road to redemption. Where Jack had decided to ride his Owlbear that he had secured in the mountains of Terrenus, Patricia preferred more dignified and modern forms of transit. Stepping out of a magitech vehicle, her driver formally of the name Mister Orange and now Tim was also without the mask in order to join Patricia in retirement and redemption. He had joined her and made sure that his boss was taken care of and well protected. Approaching Jack from behind, Patricia have a somber nod to her boyfriend followed by a weak smile. It wasn’t a moment for jokes and merriment but to hit the pavement running after due ceremony and grieving for the loss this place had suffered. ”If you need a moment.” Patricia said in a soft voice. Miss Blonde had run enough planets and dealt with enough intergalactic trade and nations to repair one small town and build it into a city. Though this was Jack’s passion project and she’d simply slip into a supporting role rather than take full charge like she was often so used to. Regardless she’d soon hopefully call for the combat engineer corps of her cloned children to assist in this endeavor soon enough. For now she would see where she was needed most.
  12. I’ll make a new post tomorrow and we’ll see how things go. Let’s not put a label on us guys, let’s just be adventurous ?
  13. Dredge

    Family Friendly

    As soon as the clones had dropped the restraints it was on. Which was not a surprise to Patricia and hopefully not one for Jack as well. After all Erika was Patricia’s daughter and she had the same wild and impulsive temperament that her mother had at that age. With a extension of her arm the young woman lifted two of the clones into the air and tossed them through the front windows of the tavern. Another attempted to move in with a stun rifle before swiftly being taken out by a combination of holds and strikes that swiftly brought the six foot tall solider to the ground. ”OUT OF MY WAY!” Venom spilled from her mouth with words that were laced with pure hatred and rage. When they were back on Relovian, Patricia and Jack had to face her whilst after traveling dimensions, battling many foes, and terrorizing the city of doors to find their way through. They were exhausted of strength and power, but this time around was quite the different story. Well rested and now having to defend their new home, well Erika would be made short work of. Yet Erika also shared much of her mother’s intellect and knew a fight against the two of them would be pointless. With that in mind she sent a massive wave of telekinetic energy their way before making a sharp right and attempting to flee down the street. Patricia then took matters into her own hands by raising them aloft and snapping a barrier into place to absorb and reflect the energy sen forth by Erika. Patricia didn’t wear a face of nervousness or anxiety, just a calm and patient expression as she tapped her foot. ”Wait for it.” Patricia said in a calm voice. Erika with legs fully beneath her now, ran as fast and hard as she could past the semi and towards the lead vehicle. Looking back to see if they were giving chase, Erika made a fatal flaw. One that she hopefully would remember in the future. A hunter never lets their quarry escape. With the casual easy going attitude of The Dude himself, an arm lazily extended out from the passenger window of the lead vehicle and in its hand was a stun gun that found itself buried into the neck of Erika and fired at full voltage. The noises one makes and the face that accompanies it when hit with such a device typically are not pleasant, and would not be so for one as dignified as Erika. Dropping immediately to the floor and foaming at the mouth, Erika laid there with her posterior in the air and her face fully planted into the cement. ”And down she goes. Dash be a dear and check up on Dozer and Top.” Patricia ordered Dash to which she nodded and walked off to check on the clones thrown through the windows behind them. Stepping out of the car was the man himself. Leader of the clone army and living weapon, Lusk. With war paint permanently tattooed to his face he looked over at Patricia and Jack his new War Chief and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Something that was the most they could expect from the man right now. Lifting up Erika’s unconscious body onto his shoulder, he walked past Jack and Patricia to take her inside the tavern to find a place for her to rest. With one clone left unconscious on the ground, Patricia checked up on him and made sure he was ok. The man would live. As she knelt be by his side she looked up at Jack with a bit of a smile and spoke. ”Well that went better than I thought it would. So that’s a start.” And the sad part was that she was completely honest with that statement.
  14. With the holidays wrapping up, I’d like to either get this thread going again or wrap it up depending on how y’all feel. Personally there’s still room for a lot of dialogue between people, but also with the wait over the holiday putting a pin on it and just carrying into the new year with a new thread also sounds optimal. Thoughts? also happy New Years everyone!
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