Burns is standing in the city center looking at his padd and tricorder.
Burns: this is just strange.
Tech: sir?
Burns: these readings are just off. Is never seen anything like this. And I've seen plenty of weird things in shields files and in republic files. But this is just strange.
Firefly soon approaches Burns.
Firefly: well i didn't find much. Most the data was erased or corrupted. But we have this
He shows a blurry image on Burns padd.
Burns: what the hell is that.
Firefly: I don't know. They aren't in any database I've searched. They aren't in there.
OOC: I needed to write this for closure purposes, and I think it adds some insight. You be good now, I will see you later...
*A handful of dignitaries were gathered on a dreary Wednesday at Starfleet Academy, the cold rain adding to an already dark mood. The man at the podium shifted uncomfortably as if he wished to be anywhere but this place.*
"Good morning," he began, "My name is Triglax Voporak." Subtle murmuring drifted through the small crowd, but he pressed on. "Most of you have likely heard of my brother, Admiral Teridax A. Voporak. Beyond mere mention however, no one really knew him. I was asked to speak today because the only person that he confided in is also unfortunately no longer with us, and as his only living relative there was no one else able to offer insight on who he was. Now what I'm going to tell you is strictly off the record, just as he was."
*Triglax took a few moments to compose himself before continuing. He let out a sigh, the heavy sigh of a broken man.*
"Mr. Voporak was seriously messed up in the head, and he knew it. The kinds of things you and I disdain were perfectly okay to him. He had no empathy, no moral compass, no angel or devil on his shoulder. He was absolutely devoid of emotional attachment to any living thing. This is not to say he was evil; in his own mind, could justify anything by cold logic. He truly believed that our world, full of people skewed by consciences, was out to get him. This is what drove him to local spacetime manipulation technology, or time travel as we would call it. Yes, you did hear that. Voporak spent approximately the past two years attempting to find someone in some reality who would understand him and see the world his way. He never succeeded. He continually armed himself with unthinkably powerful weaponry but hardly used it. Many called him a villain, but was he really? Or was it us who were the villains? We like to prescribe this label indiscriminately, reducing complex situations to 'good' or 'bad.' But the world isn't so black and white. According to our rules, Voporak was a despicable menace. According to our rules. From his perspective and of those who think like him - the sociopaths out there, the ones unbound from our set of morals and ethics - we are the menaces. I don't agree with him, and neither do any of you. I only ask that you consider every frame of mind and every school of thought. We should all think about why he was who he was, and remember him for the relentless determination he maintained to his death. If the good Admiral were present he would say but one thing: I ask nothing, but that you... remember... me."
*Triglax removed himself from the podium, leaving his audience in silence. A lieutenant blew two notes on a whistle and all present stood. They gave a salute to the only remaining artifact of the good Admiral: the burnt, deformed, but still intact dedication plaque of the U.S.S. Black Phantom.*
*Jack wanders to a pack of patrolmen from some band that he does not recognize... *
Soldier: Hold it... Papers please...
Jack: What is this? Last I checked, this was a free city.
Soldier: Governmental Regulation during an investigation..
*An alert on the scanner and a paragraph.. Capture Alive..*
Soldier 2: He is the one that escaped the hospital...
*The pack aim their weapons*
Soldier: Easy folks.. Lets have him come in quietly..
Jack: Since when did the Republic Government sanction stopping citizens and demanding identification?
*Suddenly, the soldiers see a squad of Naval Military Police behind them, led by Captain Lochley.*
Lochley: Is there a problem here, gentlemen?
Soldier: None.. *Waving the rest off.. remembering that they are indeed mercenaries * Since we want to avoid an incident, We will move on with our patrol..
OOC: I needed to write this for closure purposes, and I think it adds some insight. You be good now, I will see you later...
*A handful of dignitaries were gathered on a dreary Wednesday at Starfleet Academy, the cold rain adding to an already dark mood. The man at the podium shifted uncomfortably as if he wished to be anywhere but this place.*
"Good morning," he began, "My name is Triglax Voporak." Subtle murmuring drifted through the small crowd, but he pressed on. "Most of you have likely heard of my brother, Admiral Teridax A. Voporak. Beyond mere mention however, no one really knew him. I was asked to speak today because the only person that he confided in is also unfortunately no longer with us, and as his only living relative there was no one else able to offer insight on who he was. Now what I'm going to tell you is strictly off the record, just as he was."
*Triglax took a few moments to compose himself before continuing. He let out a sigh, the heavy sigh of a broken man.*
"Mr. Voporak was seriously messed up in the head, and he knew it. The kinds of things you and I disdain were perfectly okay to him. He had no empathy, no moral compass, no angel or devil on his shoulder. He was absolutely devoid of emotional attachment to any living thing. This is not to say he was evil; in his own mind, could justify anything by cold logic. He truly believed that our world, full of people skewed by consciences, was out to get him. This is what drove him to local spacetime manipulation technology, or time travel as we would call it. Yes, you did hear that. Voporak spent approximately the past two years attempting to find someone in some reality who would understand him and see the world his way. He never succeeded. He continually armed himself with unthinkably powerful weaponry but hardly used it. Many called him a villain, but was he really? Or was it us who were the villains? We like to prescribe this label indiscriminately, reducing complex situations to 'good' or 'bad.' But the world isn't so black and white. According to our rules, Voporak was a despicable menace. According to our rules. From his perspective and of those who think like him - the sociopaths out there, the ones unbound from our set of morals and ethics - we are the menaces. I don't agree with him, and neither do any of you. I only ask that you consider every frame of mind and every school of thought. We should all think about why he was who he was, and remember him for the relentless determination he maintained to his death. If the good Admiral were present he would say but one thing: I ask nothing, but that you... remember... me."
*Triglax removed himself from the podium, leaving his audience in silence. A lieutenant blew two notes on a whistle and all present stood. They gave a salute to the only remaining artifact of the good Admiral: the burnt, deformed, but still intact dedication plaque of the U.S.S. Black Phantom.*
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*They reach Samana's Quarters to find that she's not there.*
Tara: What the--?
How did she get out?
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Soldier: Governmental Regulation during an investigation..
*An alert on the scanner and a paragraph.. Capture Alive..*
Soldier 2: He is the one that escaped the hospital...
*The pack aim their weapons*
Soldier: Easy folks.. Lets have him come in quietly..
Tara: I swear to God, I am going to...
*She grunts in frustration as she punches the wall.*
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Jack: Since when did the Republic Government sanction stopping citizens and demanding identification?
*Suddenly, the soldiers see a squad of Naval Military Police behind them, led by Captain Lochley.*
Lochley: Is there a problem here, gentlemen?
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Burns: this is just strange.
Tech: sir?
Burns: these readings are just off. Is never seen anything like this. And I've seen plenty of weird things in shields files and in republic files. But this is just strange.
Firefly soon approaches Burns.
Firefly: well i didn't find much. Most the data was erased or corrupted. But we have this
He shows a blurry image on Burns padd.
Burns: what the hell is that.
Firefly: I don't know. They aren't in any database I've searched. They aren't in there.
Burns: we need to get this to coulson an hill.
Tara: Let's find out...
*They reach the cargo bay and see Samana on the ramp next to Drake.*
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Coulson: so you have something?
Burns: yes and no. We have a image but firefly can't identify it.
Coulson: something new then?
Burns: it's to early to tell. But I'd like Simmons to come down and work with me.
Coulson: done. Update me soon. I'll inform hill.
*A handful of dignitaries were gathered on a dreary Wednesday at Starfleet Academy, the cold rain adding to an already dark mood. The man at the podium shifted uncomfortably as if he wished to be anywhere but this place.*
"Good morning," he began, "My name is Triglax Voporak." Subtle murmuring drifted through the small crowd, but he pressed on. "Most of you have likely heard of my brother, Admiral Teridax A. Voporak. Beyond mere mention however, no one really knew him. I was asked to speak today because the only person that he confided in is also unfortunately no longer with us, and as his only living relative there was no one else able to offer insight on who he was. Now what I'm going to tell you is strictly off the record, just as he was."
*Triglax took a few moments to compose himself before continuing. He let out a sigh, the heavy sigh of a broken man.*
"Mr. Voporak was seriously messed up in the head, and he knew it. The kinds of things you and I disdain were perfectly okay to him. He had no empathy, no moral compass, no angel or devil on his shoulder. He was absolutely devoid of emotional attachment to any living thing. This is not to say he was evil; in his own mind, could justify anything by cold logic. He truly believed that our world, full of people skewed by consciences, was out to get him. This is what drove him to local spacetime manipulation technology, or time travel as we would call it. Yes, you did hear that. Voporak spent approximately the past two years attempting to find someone in some reality who would understand him and see the world his way. He never succeeded. He continually armed himself with unthinkably powerful weaponry but hardly used it. Many called him a villain, but was he really? Or was it us who were the villains? We like to prescribe this label indiscriminately, reducing complex situations to 'good' or 'bad.' But the world isn't so black and white. According to our rules, Voporak was a despicable menace. According to our rules. From his perspective and of those who think like him - the sociopaths out there, the ones unbound from our set of morals and ethics - we are the menaces. I don't agree with him, and neither do any of you. I only ask that you consider every frame of mind and every school of thought. We should all think about why he was who he was, and remember him for the relentless determination he maintained to his death. If the good Admiral were present he would say but one thing: I ask nothing, but that you... remember... me."
*Triglax removed himself from the podium, leaving his audience in silence. A lieutenant blew two notes on a whistle and all present stood. They gave a salute to the only remaining artifact of the good Admiral: the burnt, deformed, but still intact dedication plaque of the U.S.S. Black Phantom.*
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*Mephiles stands a cliff overlooking the remains of the colony. He watches as the twin suns set off in the distance*
Coulson: to be honest I'm not sure yet. It's still seems strange.
Hill: I'm sure but we need to focus on finding some kind of answer to keep this from happening elsewhere.
Coulson: agreed. I'll keep in touch.
Tara: I don't know...
*They both catch a glimpse of Tara Tr'ian talking to Samana.*
Oh no. She's not getting away that easily!
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Tara: Yeah...
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Tara: No...
*She marches over, getting Drake's attention, who takes her off to the side.*
What the Hell are you doing?!
Drake: Tara, you knew we couldn't hold her forever.
Tara: SHE MURDERED MY BOYFRIEND!
*Everyone looks at the two following that outburst.*
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Drake: Tara--
Tara: You promised.
Drake: Tara, just--
*Tara runs off into the corridors.*
...wait...
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Jaster is on a roof top watching the exchange as he see the outburst and watchs the Orion's.
Jaster: hm interesting seems someone doesn't like what's going on. Kal I'm sending you the feed now so you can see this.
Samana: Hey...
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Samana: So... I guess this is goodbye. For now, anyway.
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Soldier: None.. *Waving the rest off.. remembering that they are indeed mercenaries * Since we want to avoid an incident, We will move on with our patrol..
*OOC: Fair enough*