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Kharag groaned, expressing his intense disdain at being carried around. What was he, a child? It wasn't fit of a King and warrior to be carried around like that, even if he knew it was quite the long drop down there. That still didn't make the whole thing any less humiliating. At least his people wasn't there to see this shameful imagery. "...Duty unto death." He groaned out, his mood completely soured by the humiliation.

GM "Yes, I have it; a list of officials meant to help integrate these primitives in the empire." Replied the alien in an disinterrested voice, clearly bored to tear by it's dataclerk job that would be better-suited to some sort of droid than a living being. "There seem to be around fifty of them currently on this planet. They stay at a certain habitation complex, under tight security. Hmm, political and religious officials. I assume you want the complete and detailed, sir Praetorian? It contain all the basic information and identification data you might need for an investigation." The alien clerk handed over a device containing the data. "There. Have a good my lord and glory to the empire." He said, still sounding incredibly bored, before lifting his neck and looking behind Dragonid's large jetpack wings. "Next."

http://orokos.com/roll/259940 1d20+2: 14 [1d20=12]

"I'm not gonna lie; I'm really unfamilliar with both african and asian food beyond what you'd find in supermarket. Well that and I'm guessing Dakana has it's own specialities. Anyway, do you two want us to go some place together or we can just scatter and go wherever we want? Because....um..." Cho glanced at Aleksander. "I'm not...sure...I think you're the kind of person who likes to eat alone?" She said, somewhat nervously and awkwardly.

GM "What did you species name was? Zokis? Zaki?" Says the Delaztri, at his desk. The thing is rather spartan and simple, a sleek desk with a deployable slate to acces the information. Once, there had been scribes doing such a task but now the empire had better means to input and access it's data. Being a Praetorian, Dragonid had absolutely no problem in accessing the office in order to find the information he needed. "Ah. Za'akis. Those newly found savages, correct? Newly incorporated into the empire. Scheduled for a final meeting to discuss the terms of their loyalty to our empire. Correct? And you desire access to the database?"

Bloodline Kharag Edge of the Black Incursion Blood in the water Once there was a scourge of Za'ak Tales of the Praetorians We Are Legion Rampart Cyberpirates of the Atlantic Hidden from sight GM All points go to Rampart Revenge is a dish best served hot

GM "Well whoever he was, he's certainly set his goal to become the new leader of these Za'ak aliens. And he certainly seem ruthless in his means to achieve his goals, so no doubt he's someone important. Some political figure. In any case, the information we have acquired today will remain confidential for now, unless you allow me to report it. The problem is....well, it seems people inside the Empire are involved. I'm just a cybernetic expert, this is far above my role." Still in shock from the information, the alien was packing his things while speaking in a hushed voice.

GM "The information was damaged. That thing was probably designed to fry the data in it's head the moment we tried to access it." The alien said, grunting and passing a hand on his face, having been clearly displeased by the horrific experience of being inside the cyborg's mind. "I'll see what I can recover but I'm willing to bet that creature is now nothing but a nearly empty shell. You'll have to work with the information we've got, I'm afraid."

http://orokos.com/roll/259562 1d20+2: 19 [1d20=17]

GM "I feel this will not be a pleasant experience...for any of us." The specialist said, as he started plugging himself into the cyborg's braincase. The tip of the tool, a set of glowing needles, lodged itself inside a nook of the creature's strange head, made of overlapping plates and moving optics. "Initating connection." -- A flash of light. An alien cover his face with a blue-grey hand, blinded by the bright light. Screaming. The sound of rasping metal and tools and the scraping of metal and bone. Sharp pain. Tubes of liquid. Grim-faced surgeons. More bodies in tubes. Then cold. The face of another alien, one of a different tace. A targeting reticule. People running. More targetting reticules. The alien lift his arm, now a mass of metal which unfurl into weapons. The sound of weapons firing. The sound of more surgical instruments. An alien bar. Shady-people talking. Someone with a green-blue humanoid hand, under a cloak, hand over a slate containing vital information. The alien's hand is still metal, but overlapping with it is an hologram used for disguise. "This...metal tablet...contain all the information you need." The cloaked alien says. "The arrangements of this alliance are, after all, problematic to us." says another figure, next to the cloaked one, this one a Delaztri. Another flash. Screaming. Drilling sounds. "We have come to an agreement which would benefit us. The Za'akis integration into the empire will not happen as planned. The empire will remain as it is. We will still use them as mercenaries, however." The second alien says, looking at the first one, now with his hood removed, showing a Za'akis. "And you will be Emperor of Za'ak." The Za'akis smile. "Excellent. This...metal man's abilities will be perfect. The Za'akis empire will be in shamble. Once Kharag is out of the picture, we can engineer the ideal situation. My people will be angry at first but once I am control of them, we will be able to 'mend' the relationships. It will be a long arduous process but it will pay off in the end." "Good. Your people would destabilize the empire if integrated as citizen and they would be ashamed. They would become assimilated and I understand why you wish to avoid this." The Delaztri spoke again. Another flash. Za'akis being vaporized. "It is a small price to pay." "Payment must be discussed." The cyborg says. Another flash. "Of course. Here are some star-chart and information about a world suitable to the Technoassassin League. This species will be most suitably to be altered into ruthless killers. They call themselves the Dragonid." Another flash. More drilling noises and bone breaking. The Za'akis speaking to the cyborg, now alone. "Of course I have lied to that Delaztri. I have no interrest in serving him. Which is why I offer you and your master and additional prize if you sow chaos and completely breaking the alliance. All men and women loyal to Kharag will be exiled from our people and sent to you. They are traitors to Za'ak. Death would be too kind to them." Loud machine noises. Needles. Lots of needles. Getting closer. -- "Agh! Aah! No! No I can't have any more of this!" The alien screamed, unplugging himself from the cyborg.

"So, this is Dakana huh? Didn't really ever expect to travel here. Or even travel anywhere, really." Cho said, as she exited the plane along with the others, her bag slung over her shoulder, pretty much completely weightless to her. She looked around with wonder. All things considered despite everything good or bad that had hapenned to her over the past year or so she at least still had a certain sense of wonder and discovery. Compared to the other two, Cho was very much the plainer one of the two, clothing-wise with her usual shirt, pants and jacket. "It's just flying, you know. It's like swimming when you really think about it. I mean it's in three dimension and you move through air. Air is basically water and vice-versa." The girl rambled on, in a rather strange train of thought. "Wait so does that mean that someone who can fly can use that power to move underwater..." Conversation hadn't been very good or fruitful during the trip. "So anyway, is anyone hungry?" Hyperactive metabolism tend to do that to people. That is, make them hungry.

Tagging.

GM "It is your descision, Praetorian, althought I will admit it is still quite disturbing to extract the information from a brain, even when cybernetically altered and augmented. I have to wonder if the surgical procedures this being endured were willing or not, however given how extensive they are and given how they were not performed to extend it's life following deadly injuries, I have to assume this being was turned into a machine against it's will. I can't fathom anyone mutilating themselves as such willingly." The Delaztri shook his head, before taking out a few tools from his belt. "I will attempt to patch myself directly into his databanks. Assuming it has one but given it's mostly cybernetic brain it logically must have them. It's only a matter of finding where. Now take this..." He said, handing over some stretchable and shapeable black eye-mask, designed to resize and reshape as to be worn by many species. "Once I patch myself in you will be able to see the flow of information as I see it. Hmm, now could you hold the cyborg as it might begin to flail from unwanted simulation of it's limbs." "I am sorry, whoever you might have been." The specialist said, looking at the wretched creature.

Kharag didn't say anything at first, simply getting off the unconscious Lor and picked up his cloak, wrapping it around himself and sitting back at the table, finishing his meal in silence, safe for the noise of him chewing on the meat and drinking the water loudly.

Tagging.

Kharag screamed in pain as the metallic claws sank into his flesh, completely disregarding whatever protecting his skin normally could grant. Normally Kharag could make it so his skin would be inpenetrable to swords and arrows, but this wasn't Za'ak and the sharp claws of the communed creature were clearly far superior to simple obsidian and steel arrows. The alien warrior coughed some purple blood from the internal damage. Enraged by the act, Kharag roared and using the side of his hand he separated the clawed arm from his body by severing it. Then proceeded to headbutt the metallic creature at full force. The resulting impact proved to be quite unpleasant for both. A loud clanging noise echoed in the ship.

Sorry about that. http://orokos.com/roll/258117 d20+10: 30 [1d20=20] ...Son of a *beep* Taking 10 to hit one of them. DC25 toughness.

The old man walked across the battlefield. A battlefield which actually did not exist, at least not anymore. It was simply a fragment of Kharag's memory, forever preserved in time inside his mind down to the very last gory and unsightly details. "The foundation of any empire, Kharag, is not simply the leader. In fact, the foundation of any group is and always will be it's people. If there is no one to follow a leader then is he truly a leader, hmm?" "Have you only return from the other world to belittle me, old man? I have done without your assistance for many years now." Kharag really wasn't appreciating being belittled as if he was some unruly child. Which he used to be. "I am the King. I am absolute." "Your laws are absolute. Your words are absolute. But you...are you so absolute?" The old man said, slowly turning around, his cane sinking into the ground to support his hunched body. Angered, Kharag shouted: "If you were any other being, man or god I would strike you down where you stand!" His fists were clenched tight, even if he knew he'd never be able to raise his hand and strike down his mentor. "Perhaps the mistake is solely mine." Ghakarizi sighed. "I tried to raise you to be a great king, the wisest of all, a peerless warrior just as much as a man of reason. One who would not succumb to cruelty nor egotism. Perhaps I should have defied the gods and hidden you true origins from you, then perhaps you would have been more humble. Or perhaps the mistake lied in letting you listen to all these stories from the warriors in the city, as you sought to not only emulate them and surpass them. But then, what right did I have to control you so? To stiffle you and force you to follow the path I and only I intended." "The weight of actions." Kharag repeated, understanding that what applied to him applied just as much to his mentor, if not more so in a way. "Wait. You would have defied the gods?" "If I had to in order to raise you better and impart you greater wisdom? Then yes, absolutely. Their age and time was already coming to an end. You know how the stories go; generations upon generations of gods. In time, gods would have given over their place to the mortals. It was but a matter of time. That is why they made you; you were meant to be the bridge between these two eras. Now it is more true than ever before, as the gods are bound to not interfere with the affairs of mortals." Ghakarizi stopped and looked up. He was standing before the door of the city Kharag had just conquered and partially burned down. "So what am I to do, if the age of gods is long gone?" "Then perhaps you ought to no longer appear as a god to the Za'akis. A living god, to bridge the spiritual and material world is perhaps not what they need anymore."

GM "I suppose there is. I would recommend dissasembling some of them. This is fortunate, as I need to asses his level of damage. We don't know for sure how long he has, since I have noticed he has a crushed torso. I'm not sure what hit him so hard but that must have crushed some of his inner components. If I did a wild guess I would say the damage is most severe here..." The expert gestured at one area of the cyborg's torso, then moved to another. The cyborg's body was caved in and the plating fractured, with a few tubes poking out and leaking. "...and here." "Did you do any of this damage? If so, care to tell me what hapenned to this cyborg? Oh and one last thing; there is one last resort option. We could attempt to extract information directly from the cybernetic components of this being's brain. Some people find that...disgusting, althought I am not sure how much of a mind this being has at this point. It is so surgically altered I cannot even tell the species at first glance, let alone it's gender."

Kharag is in, as he was for Phase 1.

As soon as the warrior began collapsing from the simple touch Kharag moved on to the other two. With one hand he blocked and pushed away the blaster aimed at him and with the other hand, he simply slapped his palm on the chest of his target, which immediately stiffened, before collapsing. "Weak in body, weak in mind." Kharag said as he prepared himself to take down the other thug. Leaping in the air he landed on him and simply jabbed the target's chest with his finger. The power of such move was not in the physical force applied, althought Kharag could have easily cracked bones with his hands, but rather in breaking the connection between the mind and the body. Anyone with a weak and unfocused mind would be unable to resist. With his target down, Kharag grabbed the helmet the last one was wearing and pulled it off in order to see who was behind such helmet.

Taking 10 (so, total roll of 20) to attack on. Need a DC25 will save. If he's down then Kharag will use takdown attack to take out another.

"I have done what none had ever achieved before; in a hundred or so years, no less, I united the entirety of Za'ak. I took the spoils of war and the knowledge of all conquered clans and nations. With it, I made a repository of knowledge for the brightest minds of our people to study. In but a single century, our people became more prosperous than ever before." Kharag said, unsure as to why his old and now long-gone mentor would express any form of disapointment at his actions. He had taken the Za'akis out of near-primordial mud into an era of technological and social progress. "Science. Medecine. Agriculture. The art of war. All taken to whole new heights." "Yes, undeniable. But at what cost?" The old man looked at his pupil with his worn out, cataract-covered eyes. "Let us walk." "Our people have always been hunters, warriors and survivors. Do you dare to tell me only now that this path has, somehow, always been wrong?" He couldn't accept that his mentor would go back on his words. "No. We are more than just a singular being. In us is the mark of our ancestors but also the world around us. Had you chosen the peaceful route, you would have failed, for our blessed soil is not a peaceful one. However it does not excuse all of your actions. The young warrior's heart burns brightly, eager to consume. Your agelessness is your curse, for you have never known what it is to grow old and weak. Being so...diminished gives you a certain perspective. So does a deep sense of loss and regret. However you have only ever truly felt loss only once in your life." "You dare say that I am unwise? That I am a childish fool?!" He shouted, before realizing he was yelling at his mentor. Something he would have never done long ago. "Perhaps so. You certainly seem to come to this conclusion yourself, hmmm?" The old man grinned, showing his worn and yellowed teeth. "To tell you the truth, I did what I could but not even my wisdom could quell your lust for glory. You were young and as impetuous as any other young warrior. Eager to carve your very name into mountains. However, understand that to every action there is a weight and a consequence and the more powerful the individual, the heavier the consequence. Consequences, in themselves, can be good or bad." Kharag waited, hoping his mentor would further elaborate as he felt disgusted at the very idea of second-guessing himself. It was not something he could have allowed back in the days. "It is a new era, Kharag. A new beginning but also an ending. It is time for you to faces the consequences of your actions. What you do from now on is, once again, all in your hands. In due time you will also face the consequences of these actions. We are all bound by the repercussions of the fate we carve for ourselves."

GM "Greetings. You must be the Praetorian. I am the expert you have requested." Said the newly arrived Delaztri, nodding his head, before approaching the half-broken body of the cybernetic assassin, still where it was left and still presumably 'alive' but damaged and unable to move. "I suppose you have questions for me, so I will do my best to ensure they are answered. So I will presume this is our assassin. Fascinating, I have never seen a being so radically altered. The inter-weaving of organic and synthetic components is fascinating. Simply fascinating. But also crude, I will admit. You can see here that the implants have been..." The Delaztri paused, realizing he was rambling. "Well I am just saying this being has been cut apart and rebuilt nearly entirely, rather than simply having it's primary organs installed in a cybernetic shell. Not that such procedures are commonplace or easy to perform."

What if they were a Transformers Bloodline would be some heavily modified post-apocalyptic Jeep (whatever model, probably a recent Jeep Renegade), obviously. The kind of thing you'd expect out of Mad Max or something. It would transform into a rather bulky robot with, of course, a large gun which would also just stick on top of the altmode. Kharag is ??? Cho or Rampart would probably be ??? What if they were a Pokémon Kharag is a Legendary Fighting/Psychic Pokémon. Need to add more later...