The Song of Steel

Trigger - Kohma Karwell


Inventory...
Slot1: [Laser wep.] Platinum laser-edged Sabre
Slot2: [Laser wep.] Ebony laser-edged Sabre
Slot3: [Gen.] Laser-grade superheater
Slot4: [Gen.] Laser-grade superheater
Slot5: [Explosive] 5 Plasma Grenades

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2
31

Stats...
Strength: 6
Agility: 6
Endurance: 6
Will: 6
Luck: 6

Blood: B+



Z 1 - Ethan Striker


Inventory...
Slot1: [Standard wep.] Wakizashi
Slot2: [Standard wep.] Tavor Assault rifle
Slot3: [Armour] Marine Combat Suit
Slot4: [Standard Ammo] 1 Rifle Clips (30 each)
Slot5: [Magic wep.] Cortical stimulator


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2
23

Stats...
Strength: 7
Agility: 6
Endurance: 7
Will: 5
Luck: 5

Blood: AB+



Austin Powers - Ryan Coleman


Inventory...
Slot1: [Laser wep.] Magnum
Slot2: [Standard wep.] Combat Axe
Slot3: [Ammo] 18 Magnum Slugs
Slot4: [Armour] Chest Armour
Slot5:

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2
35

Stats...
Strength: 6
Agility: 4
Endurance: 5
Will: 5
Luck: 10

Blood: O+



Penguin Hunter - Colby Rodenson


Inventory...
Slot1: [Laser wep.] Ebony laser-edged broadsword
Slot2: [Standard wep.] Obsidian combat dagger
Slot3: [Gen.] Laser-grade superheater
Slot4: [Armor] Light Battle Armor
Slot5: [Explosive] 5 Concussion Grenades

0
2
34

Stats...
Strength: 7
Agility: 7
Endurance: 6
Will: 4
Luck: 6

Blood: O-



Mr Dr Sir Man - Kadin Smith


Inventory...
Slot1: [Standard wep.] Repeating Crossbow
Slot2: [Standard ammo] 30 Regular titanium bolts
Slot3: [Explosive ammo] Explosive bolts
Slot4: [Standard wep.] Kukri
Slot5: [Armour] Titanium Blast Armor


0
2
30

Stats...
Strength: 7
Agility: 10
Endurance: 6
Will: 7
Luck: 0

Blood: AB+



Albert Wesker - Isaiah Thundrice


Inventory...
Slot1: [standard wep.] XR-17 Laser Blade
Slot2: [standard wep.] DPT-03 Plasma Blade
Slot3: [Def] Abh "Aura" Deflector Shield
Slot4: [Gen.] Plasma-grade superheater
Slot5: [Gen.] Laser-grade superheater

0
2
44

Stats...
Strength: 2
Agility:9
Endurance: 3
Will:8
Luck:8

Blood: O+



Dluffy5 - Garth Ishta


Inventory...
Slot1: [Standard Wep]: Moddified Laser Rifle With Scope
Slot2: [Standard Wep]: ShortSword
Slot3: [Armor]: Titanium ChainMail
Slot4: [Gen.]: Laser-grade superheater
Slot5: [Med]: 3 Regeneratives


0
2
30

Stats...
Strength: 5
Agility: 6
Endurance: 6
Will: 8
Luck: 3

Blood: O+

Spoiler:

Chapter One - Strongburn


The bar stank of sex and whiskey, of which there was an abundance under the smoke that permeated the dank little room. In one of the corners sat Kohma Karwell with a half empty cup of ale before him. “Can I get you anything else tonight, sugar?” A passing slattern purred in a voice that suggested she wasn’t referring to any sort of beverage. “N’thanks,” he grunted before taking another short taste of his drink.

In truth, Kohma was neither at the bar for their watered-down booze, nor for their pox-faced waitresses that earned their tips on their backs. No, he was here for one of their regulars; a particularly nasty outlaw by the name of Gally Jack. The man had near twenty robberies under his belt, and a sizable bounty on his head to match.

Kohma was a bounty hunter. And a darn good one in his own opinion. There had been a rather steep increase in crime since Emperor Benjard lost his head to the rebels half a year past. In the ensuing chaos, brigands and thieves both big and small all across the galaxy decided that it was their time to shine; And when local law enforcement failed to put them in their place it was up to folks like Kohma to sort matters out… For a price.

“Har!” One particularly ugly bar-goer shouted as he turned, spilling ale all over himself, “There’s a mice in me beer!”

“That’ll cost extra” The barkeep (A rather butch whore with biceps the size of a small child) said in a raspy voice as she wiped an empty glass with a dirty rag. Half of the bar exploded into laughter, although Kohma did not find it particularly funny. Neither did the man with the critter in his cup. “D’ye know who I am?!” The man growled as his faced turned red. “No, but I know that ye owe me another copper.” The barkeep replied, earning herself another raucous round of mirth.

Practically smoking from his ears the man hopped up on his stool, drew his dirk, and bellowed, “Why I’m Gally Jack, the meanest outlaw that ever lived!” The bar exploded into laughter a third time, although it was quite clear from the look of his steel that the man was not kidding. “Yeah yeah, as you’ve said the last dozen times you’ve taken offense t’something round here.” The barkeep replied, still wiping away at the tainted glass.

The man continued to fume and curse for the greater part of a minute before he sank back down in his chair, extracted the mouse from his beer, and downed the drink in one gulp. “Gotcha…” Kohma thought to himself. For a moment he made to get out of his chair, but then remembered he still had half a cup of ale he’d yet to finish. And Kohma was not the sort of man to waste money.

“I’ll get him when he leaves…”

Ethan walked in to the Drunken whore slowly, wondering why he had volunteered to be a recruitment officer. One of the reasons maybe was because he was not an officer, just a Sergent in the Urth space marine force, and would be for a long while if he had not taken this assignment.

He sighed at the irony of it all, almost 20 years ago exactly he was in a similar bar when a R.O. had walked in, like it would today the gleaming armor would catch most of the younger peoples site immediately. They would Oh and aah at the story's of glory and honor, wonder in delight the exotic woman they would meet who would love a man in uniform. Most would sign there papers in 20 minute the rest would sign after learning of making something of them self's and the glory the military family.

Then they would hate that man for the rest of there lives as the person who had ruined it, they would hate him, but fuck them, 20 more signatures and he was golden.

He smiled as he walked through the door and most eyes fell on him, yes, today would be a good day. He set to work immediately.

"Bartender, a round all around on me"

Ryan slumped at the bar, several empty glasses of cheap ale littering the counter, with a half drunk one resting in his hands. Cursing and groaning, he bent himself up, and glanced wearily at the commotion at the other end of the bar. Shouting an explicit, and probaly fake, curse, he drained the rest of his glass, then slammed it against the bar, yelling, "Barkeep! Another cup of this piss poor ale!"

Before she could cut him off, a man in full armor entered the bar, and said in a familiar voice, "Bartender, a round all around on me."

"Compliments o' that feller over there." a cross-eyed whore said with a nod of her head as she brought Kohma a free drink. He took it, finished off his ale, and gave the new beverage his attention. By the smell and color of it, the brew was some sort of whiskey that had gone slightly bad. Nonetheless, Kohma sipped on it so as not to put the nice man's money to waste.

He looked again at Gally Jack, who was carefully inspecting his own drink for varmints. Deciding that the man wasn't going anywhere, Kohma grabbed his glass and strode over to the man whom the whore had given the nod to.

"Thanks. You're alright." Kohma said, taking the empty seat between the man and a somewhat drunk fellow of forty or so years. Normally Kohma did not seek conversation, but this time he felt compelled.

Ryan glanced at the kid sitting next to him, and said, "Hi. Your alright in my books if you get the next round. I need something to get ride of this damn sobriety..." Yawning, Ryan handed him a cup of ale, then said, "Whats up with you, kid? Only reason poeple like you come to talk to me is to either watch someone, or to collect a tab."

*30 seconds earlier*

Ethan walked up to the bar next to Some random drunk, on some inspection noticed that he knew the man.

"Ryan, is that you, I have not seen you in years."

Ethan let out a hearty laugh, his job with be that much easier with another person from the service.

Scowling, Ryan stood up, almost falling over the stool in the process. Turning around, Ryan roared, "Look, I dont care how much money I owe you, you can f-..." Realizing who this was, Ryan sat down, and said, "Hey. pop a squat, and get some ale."

"Oh, excuse me." Kohma said, leaving his seat as quick as he entered it. He hadn't realized that he was interrupting a conversation.

"Oh don't worry friend, sit back down, you know what, you can help me out here, both of you can."

Ethan smiled and sipped his ale

Throwing one last glance at Gally Jack, (Who was now plainly quarreling with a bald fellow over some matter or another) Kohma reclaimed his seat.

"I am Kohma of house Karwell. Might I ask your names?" he said, as pleasantly as he was able.

Wiping his mouth, Ryan looked up, and said, "Ryan. Ryan Coleman, former Leutenant. Now, whaddya want Ethan?"

"I am Sergent Ethan Striker nice to meet you, and to answer your question Ryan I am on a recruiting task right now, both of you could help me, if you felt like it."

Took another sip of his ale.

Kohma nodded toward Ethan and Ryan as they introduced themselves.

"I'd be glad to help..." Kohma said with another glance at his bounty. "But I'm waiting for someone at the moment."

Ryan shook his head, and said, "If this is some scheme to get me to reenlist, the answer is Go Fuck yourself. If it's not, count me in, long as I get paid."

"No problem Kohma, and Ryan I am not here to reenlist you, though I can offer you a large bonus for it."

Ethan let out another laugh, he should be able to talk openly soon, maybe another laugh or two.

"I need 20 more people to sign up, as for payment, how many rounds do you want."

Kadin walked into the bar. he saw three men sitting and having a conversation. Kadin recognized one and walked over to him unsheathing his kurki

"Kohma...you dirty bastard" said Kadin poking the man in the back with his kurki

"Bloody hell!" Kohma shouted, just as he was about to hazard another sip. In half a second he had jumped from his stool, picked it up, and brought it up to swinging position...

... Only to find that he was about to clobber Kadin Smith.

Kohma blinked a few times before quickly putting the stool back down. "The hell you doing here?" He asked in disbelief.

"looking for work im a mercenary now" said kadin sheathing his kurki

"what should be asked is what are you doing here?" said kadin smiling giving the barkeep a tip and drinking his ale

"I do odd jobs here and there. Tis thirsty work." Kohma replied, not about to admit that he was a bounty hunter in a bar full of bounties. "How have the last few years treated you?"

Kadin set down his ale wiping his lips.

"pretty good I've seen the galaxy and met almost all the species there are... not to mention the killing. I led the first raid on Nukar in the war between the thrawls and the wilks". kadin said flicking khoma's bounty hunters badge in his pocket and smiling .

Kohma sat down as well, absentmindedly scratching his nose with the back of his gauntlet. "How's Benwyk? Is the old prick still thumping around?" He asked, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Ethan stood up to start his pitch, as he did his stool knocked against a man who was sipping a beer that only was a 10th full.

"Eh, what the bloodyz hell you do, you spilled my beer, you better buy me a new one." The man screamed this out getting the entire bars attention.

"I am sorry, friend, but I probably bought you that beer when I bought the round for the bar."

The man looked at him, then drew back his arm and punched Ethan in the face. Ethan spit out a drop of blood.

"You made a mistake buddy."

Ethan then punched the man in the face, lifted him up and tossed him towards the other end of the bar, knocking down quite a few drinks in the process.

"Oh fuck."

( 30 seconds earlier) "no he took a stray bullet when a deal with those slimy glicks went bad. we were just dropping of a shipment of necessary supplies to a remote space rock when they surrounded us" said kadin unhinging a plate on his upper thigh to reveal a scar

"i took a nasty one myself" said kadin poking it with disbelief

"Can't say I feel sorry for him. Nor for you for that matter, you silly Wanker." Khoma said with a half smile.

Then suddenly... He heard a crash followed by curses and violence appertaining to destroyed beverages.

Like a sudden thunderstorm, the crowd began to roil and boil all around them. If they hadn't been so drunk, they might have considered the fact that they'd just lost free drinks, most of which were close to empty by then.

Then a short, stout man with a shaggy beard hopped out of his stool, muttered something indignant, and took a swing at Ethan. But Kohma stepped in, parrying the man's arm and responding with a palm to the chin, sending the man to the floor. "Prepare yourself." Kohma said, bracing himself as half a dozen drunkards closed in on them.