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[Paul Stamets]

Karou
Mood; Excited
Location; In city, outside
Tags; Zaji

Karou nodded at Zajivaya's words. Even if she didn't prefer to stay inside buildings, in such a crazy unfamiliar environment, it might be for the best. When Zajivaya said they would be 'securing a ride', Karou's levels of worry skyrocketed. She'd certainly heard the roaring metal boxes these people used for transportation, but she never dreamed she'd be in one herself. She had no clue what inside of one was like, and she assumed that being able to 'see' while in one would be near impossible. The slamming of the car into the ground sliced into Karou's sensitive ears and had her wincing, although the screams simply filtered through as annoying. Her new friend certainly was powerful. She tried to get a feel for the thing, but with how much she was having to use her wind perception jutsu, it was becoming tiring. She wasn't used to having to watch so many things at one time. When Zajivara called for her to 'get in' to whatever it was, she hesitated for a second. But, she did want to stick with the other for adventure and to learn about the other, and if she didn't go now, she might lose this opportunity. Learning how Zajivaya wielded her chakra instantaneously could make her the most powerful ninja in all of the 5 great nations! With that decision settled, she walked over to the car, shoving away a woman who was in her direct path. When she got to the car, she fumbled for a few seconds trying to find and grasp the handle before she was finally able to wrench the smashed thing open and awkwardly sit inside. "What is this thing?"

[InfectedHau]

"Some sort of wheeled transport," Zajivaya said, taking a moment to figure out how to start the car, then gently pressing down the accelerator and starting off towards the building once again, this time at a much higher speed than before. Not as quickly as an Imperial speeder, but still faster. She could feel the greed coming off of her, the yearning to know how she did what she did, and she smiled internally at the prospect. Ambition was something she could work with, she was confident that by the end of the day she'd either have a new apprentice or a new pawn. "Not really sure what it's called, but it's better than walking at any rate. I figured there weren't any taxi droids around here, so I decided this was appropriate. Do they have autonomous transports where you come from?"

[Paul Stamets]

Karou
Mood; Curious
Location; Inside car
Tags; Zaji

Karou gripped the seat tightly when it suddenly took off, gritting her teeth together. The fact these things were able to move on their own without any sort of horse or person pulling them was mind-boggling to her. It took her a few seconds to force herself to relax. Although being unable to tell at all where she was going, even with the air whipping through the broken windows, still terrified her. She never liked not being able to tell where she was, she was at far too much of a disadvantage. "I-I see. Wheeled transport, yes." She said, then realizing her voice practically gave her panic away and she quickly tried to calm it down. "We typically run everywhere we need to be, through the trees or whatever terrain there is. When our lords take to travelling they're typically in a human or horse powered carriage. I'm guessing your people have things like these everywhere? Do you not have the ability to run to where you're going?" The last sentence sounded almost sarcastic, although Karou made it seem like a completely honest question.

[InfectedHau]

"You should not attempt to suppress your fear," Zajivaya said, sensing a spike of panic from Karou as she headed towards the building. "Let it sit inside you, then, when you need it most, call upon it. That is the most basic use of the Dark Side of the force, yet you will be surprised at what it can accomplish. We do have transports like these, yes, but ours hover above the ground, with no wheels, driven by men made of metal with lightning for brains." She wasn't really sure how to explain droids to someone who still used animals as a method of transportation, but that was the best explanation she could think of. "Really,t there's no need to run places that far away, not when we have things like these." Of course, she'd done plenty of running in her day regardless, most of it either towards or away from whatever wanted to kill her. But those days were behind her now, she was a member of the Dark Council. "I'm quite frankly surprised to hear that your people still do, if you have other modes of transport. Has your society just learned how to use them? Is that why they're reserved for your leaders? Or are you another one of those bothersome warrior cultures, like the Trandoshans or some such, that don't believe in luxuries?"

[anxious ghost]

(What time is it for you?)
Amy
"I want to know what you know." She heard a loud noise. "Did you hear that?"

[Paul Stamets]

Karou
Mood; Curious, slightly afraid
Tags; Zaji

"Holding panic inside of me to use in a fight doesn't sound like a sound strategy. What good is fear is the midst of a battle? It only makes you lose yourself." Karou said, then trying to understand what Zajivaya meant by 'metal men with lightning for brains'. Perhaps she shouldn't dwell on that one as much. "So you have things like the one that were in that are able to fly? With no assistance from people or this force you use?" Karou asked, sounding surprised. How did people make things like that? " Oh, and well, for us, horses can't run across water or through trees, so using them as transportation when your a ninja is simply too slow or cumbersome. Our own feet can carry us much farther distances than they could alone. Our lords use them because they're not ninja themselves, or sometimes the Kage does when it's a formal event. It's not really a luxury at all. Horses are not silent and many missions require stealth, ambushing, quick movements. Involving animals makes it just take longer." Karou laughed. "I couldn't imagine seeing the Anbu launching towards me on a group of horses. I'd hear them coming from a mile off at least and get away before they arrived."

[InfectedHau]

So they were like the Trandoshans then. Zajivaya was getting rather sick of these cultures that prized fighting ability above all else, they were so hard to work with. Everything always ended with duels to the death. "That's why you learn to control it, to master it, but not to do away with it entirely. A fearless fighter is a dead fighter, a controlled amount of fear keeps one in the moment, it gives you will to survive. The key is to let the fear exist, but not to let it overwhelm you." The Sith pulled up to the hotel entrance and stepped out of the car, not bothering to remove the key. Let someone steal it, she could find another. Walking into the lobby, Zajivaya approached the front desk and called for the attendant.

"Umm... May I help you, ma'am?" A confused young man in a suit asked.

"I would like to rent out your penthouse suite," Zajivaya said, pulling a credit chip from within her robes and laying it on the table.

"I-I'm sorry, ma'am," the boy said, clearly intimidated, " but that suite is currently-"

"You will evict the current residents," Zajivaya said, waving a hand in front of the man's face. His eyes glazed over, and he repeated her words. "I will evict the current residents."

"You will provide me access to all of the facilities here, free of charge."

"I will provide you access to all of the facilities, free of charge."

Smiling calmly, Zajivaya picked up her credit chip, sliding it back into her robes. "Good man. I'll need two room keys."

The attendant's eyes cleared up, and he disappeared beneath the desk, coming back up with two plastic cards. "Here you are, my Lord," he said, "I'll inform the current residents of the room change."

[Egg With Legs]

Username: Gabethedragon
Name: Pertus
Gender: Male
Species Name: Astartes
Species Description: Genetically modified humans taken in, trained, and implanted with various 'Gene Seeds' to create the perfect soldier
Age:107, give or take a few years
Basic Description: As with most Astartes, Petrus stands 8 feet tall, muscled to extreme proportions, with a pale white complexion due to virtually never leaving his armor. His bald head and face is a mess, scar tissue taking up the left side of his head and face, which is permanently pulled into a sneer. His eyes are a dull grey color, one of them a bionic replacement with a sheath of synth skin. Fortunately, he is almost never out of his power armor, a suit of MK 7 power armor, albeit with a MK 3 helmet, in standard Iron Warriors colors (link below)
Wargear: Inferno Pistol, Power Fist, MK 7 Power Armor, 2 Frag Grenades
Fandom Name: Warhammer 40k
Hero or Villain? Villain, most certainly
Anything Else: Please inform if anything must be changed as quickly and bluntly as possible. Good day!
Ps, heres a pic link of his armor. http://www.spikeybits.com/wp-content/up ... 2-iron.jpg

[anxious ghost]

(Accepted.)

[Egg With Legs]

Finishing reading over the (suprisingly unyellowed) parchment note, he activated his power fist with a thought and disintegrated the note into the wind. If the waste of valuable resources was correct, this 'Enchilada Club' (whatever that was) had conscripted him and transported him to some backwater planet (warp sorcery or ancient technology, he did not know which) in order to simply kill some 'heroes'. The sheer idiocy of the situation was staggering, but he would dwell on this later. The note had also mentioned two others that he would be working with and had provided auspex coordinates. His helmets systems easily connecting with the sattelites orbiting the planets, a waypoint popped up about a mile away. Performing a final systems and wargear check, Pertus silently marched toward his objective, a tired utterance of "Iron within, Iron without" coming before.

(Note: The idiocy comment wasn't on the plot of this rp. Ya see, ancient tech, like teleporters, are hard to find and even harder to replace, and have a tendency to break down after a bunch of uses. He just sees using it to port him onto some low tech planet so he can kill some heroes seems like a waste of extremely valuable technology)