Darth Vectis

[size="1"][b]"Whatever you want to do Jason, the moment you turn on me you are getting stamped with a dozen of them."[/b] Marcus said as he held his hands up, Jason grinned as he slipped into the base first. Cloak was about to follow when Marcus grabbed his arm suddenly, Cloak turned to look at him with Marcus speaking quickly but quietly. [b] "I need you to make a return trip, pick up one more agent if you know his location." "Who am I grabbing Marcus?" "Corporal Blues, his ability to see the future will help a lot. Especially if Hank and his crew are down there."[/b] Cloak nodded and suddenly vanished, Marcus followed into the darkness, his eyes adjusting to the complete darkness. He could see that Jason was already on a rampage, several bodies lay strewn on the ground. One of the corpses had the look over being torn in half by a clawed weapon. Jason was either in mid-change or was fully changed running through the halls. Marcus decided he needed to take other corridors, he could feel where she was, the rune was still as strong as ever and, unless they decided to remove her hand, it would always be this strong. Cutting through the darkness, Marcus had his hands lose, every person that he came in contact with went down with one hit. The count rose about 25 and Marcus stopped keeping track, all he needed to do was get to Ali and the other would be near by. He suddenly heard a noise he was all to familiar with, the sounds of two metal blades as they slid across each other. He looked down the hall to see Blues coming down the corridor, his blades drawn and already had a been drinking the blood of the unfortunate few who crossed him. [b] "So you asked for me to come, hope you know what you're doing Marcus." [/b]They both dashed down the corridors, their combined strength made people the easing pickings. They only took a few moments to arrive where Marcus felt the rune the strongest. When he got closer, the rune stopped giving off the energy, which indicated he was at least 15 feet away from her now. He looked at the door that stood before him, the rune had lead him here and he tried to listen through the door but couldn't hear any voices just slight rustling. Marcus turned to Blues and silently counted down, Marcus quickly pressed his hand on door which imprinted a rune. When Marcus hit one, he touched the rune and the door exploded inward, the shrapnel of it all rocketing into the room and they both leaped into the room. They worked quickly, bringing down targets quickly and moving to the next door. Marcus prepared another rune when Blues yanked him away from the doorway, a solid stone spike erupted from the ground taking out the door and then vanishing as Hank walked through the door, an arrogant smirk on his face. [b] "Good to see you boys here. Thought I was gonna be bored while Sybille does his work. Boy, does that god smitten bastard have some nasty tastes."[/b] Blues instantly lashed out at Hank, his sword swinging with such speed and strength that they seemed as just blurs in Blues hands. Hank had manifested solid rock on his hands and arms. He was blocking and trying to hit Blues back, Blues simply dodged and swung more. His blades taking chunks out of Hanks armor, Marcus took the time to get around them and rush into the room. He suddenly felt a cold blade slice right across his chest, narrowly avoiding the full blade he felt the tip slide across his chest. Marcus lashed out with his hand, snatching the wrist where the blade came from and than wretched the blade out. He swiftly came up with his other hand under the arm and heard a snap come as the arm was yanked out of his grip. Sybille cradled the arm as he backed away from Marcus into the room. Marcus stood tall as he tried to move through the room, he could hear the groans of one person, and the fading sob of another. He reached out to where the sob had been coming from and touched a smooth skin shoulder, giving it a reassuring pat. [b] "Its alright Ali, we've finally come." "The same goes for you Commander, help has arrived."[/b] Marcus tried to start moving forward when he suddenly felt his body getting weak, the wound on his chest continued to bleed when it should have healed moments after he had been cut. He touched the wound and found it was inflamed and felt as if was burning from infection. Marcus started to stumble as he tried to get to Sybille. He let out a laugh as he cradled his broken arm.[b] "You should never have taught me those runes Marcus. I remembered the ones i would need for you, I only need to find the right blade for it and your blood to activate them."[/b] Marcus fought the infectious runes and tried to keep himself standing, when he then heard the roar in the outer room. Marcus could do nothing as he saw the claws reach in, then the muzzle of the fully changed Jason. His mind raced as he tried to remember the counter to the infection runes, but, it was all clouded now with the poison. All he could do was claw through his memories, hoping he would be able to find them in time.[/size]

[size="1"]Marcus had moved away from the group as quickly as possible, he had many things to do before he got pulled into the politics of the Lock-down of all HDF headquarters. He went around the hallways first, making his way to Ali's room before inspecting the runes on her door and thankfully they were still intact and he could feel that the other members of the team had placed their blood on the appropriate symbols. The door had been shut when he inspected them but he could feel Ali was inside, her personal rune giving away her position enough to reassure Marcus. He carefully placed the palm of his hand on the door and let his mind travel briefly, checking all of the pathways of his intricate rune system. Fortunately none had been broken and Marcus was satisfied with this, in his mind this room was now an impenetrable fortress and anyone, who wasn't authorized, tried to cross the path would find it nearly impossible. He quickly moved away from her door and walked down the hallways again, heading to his room this time, needing to finish the ritual he had started before so he could get the answers they needed. When he finally made it he passed through the doorway of his room he suddenly felt wrong, as if something was happening that had disturbed the delicate situation further. He shook it off, whatever it was, it couldn't be more important than what he was about to do now. He moved to the middle of his room, moving things around so that if something didn't go according to plan, he wouldn't smash into something and break a limb. He retraced section of the symbol he felt were starting to fade or peel away, and then added another string of symbols in a ring around the original. He gave it a few moments to dry than stripped down and sat cross-legged in the center. He placed his hands on his knees and closed his eyes, he focused and drowned out the rest of the noise around him and the world went silent and nothing penetrated his veil. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in udder darkness, everything that had been around him was gone as he looked around himself. He slowly rose from where he had been seated before and took a few steps into the abyss, trying to find what he had come for. With in a few moments a light suddenly appeared, the dull orange glow of a torch was his only illumination. He walked towards it, determined to reach its end. The torches multiplied and quickly brought into view a throne decorated in gold leaf and black paintings from a time long lost. The throne was made of stone and seemed hardly padded, a figure suddenly appeared on the seat and sat with such poise that it made it obvious who he was. The Jackle head didn't help to conceal his identity either. [b] "Lord Anubis, I am pleased you showed up to my summons."[/b] Marcus said as he bowed his head to the old god. Anubis' jackle face showed no change in expression, and when he spoke the muzzle of the head didn't move, the words echoing in Marcus mind. [b] "You have summoned me twice now mortal, the first time I told you the conditions of my entry into your world and you have not produced those circumstances, why summon me again? Do you wish for me to recount your failure in procuring the subject for the ritual."[/b] Marcus kept his face cold and his body straight, he needed to remain firm in this gods presence, he was the god of Judgment and he needed to prove to this judge he was more powerful and worthy than he thought. [b] "Me summoning you had proven that I am more powerful than you give me credit for old god. And I came here to finalize the deal." [/b]The Jackle god made and effort to look around, his head turning and finally settling on Marcus. [b] "I do not see anyone of suitable means to make this pact you offer mortal. I know you do not mean the requirements for this ritual." "You are wrong in your assumption Anubis, blood is blood."[/b] Anubis snorted at him. [b] "You believe your blood is pure enough for the pact?"[/b] Marcus shook his head. [b] "Purity has nothing to do with it, you gods knew it and never bother to correct your followers. Power is what you desired, the virgins had the most power in their bodies. They never shared it with anyone, virginity was power."[/b] Anubis shifted in his seat as he kept his eyes focused on the mortal. [b] "You are correct human, blood is all the same, it became more valuable to them and us when virginity became a prize worth winning by men. With humans giving it a value, we simply took that value and gave it a higher purpose."[/b] Anubis shifted uncomfortably again, seeming as if he didn't wish to continue. [b] "I will admit, if a little hesitantly, that we soon fell into the need for virgin blood. The power of it was more that we though possible, we were unprepared for the rush it provided."[/b] Marcus couldn't help but smile, all those years of research had provided him insight that these old gods couldn't keep track of in their slumber. Marcus began again, this time with more emphasize in his voice. [b] "My blood may not be virgin pure, but it is coursing with power, more power than Set and the other gods received from Alex Talon's blood. And my power has grown in the 10 years I started getting these runes placed on my body, each one magnifying it 10 fold, decreasing my aging, my regenerative ability has sky rocket, my strength and speed are difficult to match and according to the reach and development team, my life span has increased enough that I will live to be almost 600 years old. My body is perfect for your needs, and the magic in me is more than enough to satisfy your thirst. I offer my blood and my body for you to take."[/b] Anubis' ears visible perked up as he stood from the thrown and walked toward Marcus, his height was enormous compared to Marcus, he suddenly shrank to meet him at eye level. Anubis looked into the runed mans face, seeing the determination and coldness of him. [b] "Very well Marcus."[/b] Anubis waved his hand and a gold bowl appeared on a pedestal with a decorated knife, lined with gold in the handle and the edge sharpened to perfection. The god held out his hand over the bowl, picking up the knife and cutting it across his hand, the blood dripping into the bowl as he held it out to Marcus. He looked to the knife and gripped it in his hand, he slowly held out his other hand and steeled himself against what was to come. The knife edged closer to his hand as he committed himself to the act, when suddenly a shadowy hand gripped his shoulder and yanked him away from the scene. He could see the throne and all the torches dissolving into darkness, Anubis simply watched him disappear as turned back to his throne. Marcus was violently turned about to find a short man, a cane with a silver wolfs head as the handle in his grasp. The man seemed older, but his form was only made of shadows, as if he fluttering between different existences. He couldn't see his face but he knew who he was instantly. [b] "What the hell are you doing!? I almost solved all of our problems!"[/b] The old man only laughed as he Marcus left him loose. [b] "Solve all our problems? You almost made a death pact with an old god, you are far to valuable for that my friend."[/b] Marcus let his rage settle as the realization settle in of who he was talking to. [b] "Shadowthrone, you can't be alive! We heard you died, saw your body and everything! Cotillion too!"[/b] Shadowthrone cackled this time, his cane providing the support his hobbled from seemed it required. [b] "That is what made it so convincing, we can go anywhere we want now, we have all the time to do what we need." "That doesn't make sense! What the hell are you two doing?"[/b] Shadowthrone simply smiled at him, the shadowy complexion making it difficult to see. [b] "You will see in time, for now, go back. I think I hear alarms." [/b]Marcus suddenly snapped back into reality, his body sweating as he looked around. Sirens and lights were flashing, he rose from where he had been seated, feeling comfort in the fact he hadn't really moved. He rose and stumbled at first, but found his bearings and understood the sounds and lights indicated a breach. He threw his rob on and tucked his sandals into his inside pocket, he opened the door to find someone was creeping close to his room. He quickly spun around into the hallway, avoiding the shots fired and instantly brought around a heel, smashing it into the armored head into the wall. The person slumped to the floor, Marcus quickly left the scene, speedily rushing through the halls. He decked, kicked and downed at least 14 different intruders before reaching a four way intersection, he heard sounds of foot steps coming from every direction. Marcus stood his ground as he waited for the hordes, this could be the end for him, but he had faced the end before and it never was the end truly. In an instant, two figures appeared, one covered in crimson and a blue bandanna, the other Marcus felt his runes emanating from him. Marcus grinned as he saw Blues with both of his swords drawn, Jason was seemingly just getting started, thankfully the runes were holding this time and he wouldn't have to worry about being torn apart again. The stopped when they saw him. [b] "Good to see you both are a live, any idea whats going on?"[/b] Marcus said as he looked over his shoulder. Blues spoke up first. [b] "Tactical assault on the HDF, they are using tranquilizer darts. No casualties of our own as far as we know. Jason has taken six of those darts so far and they don't seem to bother him." "And you Blues?"[/b] Blues only smiled. [b] "They never get close enough."[/b] They could hear commotion coming there way from two of the directions, a large group, about 20 strong appeared. Marcus and Jason stood in their path. [b] "Blues, go secure the extraction zone. Try to make it back to us and protect Commander Athens if he is near you."[/b] Blues nodded as he disappeared down another corridor, Marcus and Jason held out the hallway, Jason fighting with raw power that came from the werewolf in him, Marcus used his precision and speed to deal his damage. When the others had arrived he quickly activated a rune that paralyzed the men in the hallway, they all slumped to the floor as they all were taken away by Cloak. Marcus and Jason had been roomed together, safety was an issue and Marcus provided the best when it came to that kind of security. He sat on his bed and looked to Jason as he sat down with a stricken look on his face, he looked as if he had been nearly hit with a bus and survived the ordeal. He leaned forward and patted Jason on the shoulder. [b] "Relax my friend, things are a bit hectic right now but they will change soon, life has a way of making things work out in the end."[/b] The words were almost difficult to speak, Marcus didn't really believe that, but the words tend to settle the minds of others. Jason, however, seemed to feel no ease from Marcus words. [b] "Sybille..... he's alive Marcus."[/b] Marcus should have felt surprised, should have felt shock and fear well up inside him. But, he felt none of this, he had know deep down he wasn't dead, a god wouldn't let his pact die until it was time. [b] "Don't worry Jason, we will keep her safe. You can trust me on that."[/b] Jason looked at him and the eyes of a wolf greeted Marcus. [b] "You have failed before, what's to stop him now? With that god of his he can do anything, and we can't stop him!" "We we can, your sister should have the answer to that. There are things I need to tell her as well, You let me know when she is ready and you both will hear everything i know."[/b] Jason nodded as his eyes changed back, the wolf settling again as Jason laid back on the bed, thoughts rolling through his mind. Marcus pushed the bed aside and crossed his legs again, pulling out his hourglass and activating the runes. He settled it on the ground and closed his eyes, he needed to mediate, and needed time to recharge. Setting it for an hour, he quickly fell into the meditation, the world disappearing again as he retreated into his own world.[/size] [b] OOC: I live again, feeling much better surprisingly, hopefully it lasts.[/b]

hey guys, just wanted to say i'm gonna be out a few days. I got hit with the stomach flu and this is one of my moments fo clarity (heavily medicated clarity). Just wanted to throw this out so you wouldn't think I just disappeared.

[size=2]Marcus struggled and squirmed as Patch tried to do his work, and Marcus was doing everything in his power to keep Patch's hands off of him. He sighed as he kept trying to put his hands on Marcus ribs and shoulder. [b]"God dammit Marcus, stop struggling already! I can't do my work when you keep moving around."[/b] Marcus kept pushing and smacking away Patch's hands. [b]"I don't need you to heal me Patch. My genetic make up is not the same anymore, you're probably gonna kill me."[/b] Patch Sighed as he rubbed his brow. [b]"You really are infuriating some times. You know we've proven that you will be fine right?"[/b] Marcus crossed his arms and gave Patch a big smile. [b]"If I can make you realize that I'm not as important as Pocket is. Go fix her, but first, can you reach into the inside pocket of my robe."[/b] Patch sighed as he walked voe rand reached into his robe, suddenly surprised to actually find an inside pocket. He gripped something in his hand and pulled it out, opening it again to see what he grabbed and found a tiny hourglass that was only has big as about half his palm. He look at the material floating around one section of it, trying to figure out what it was he flipped it over so he could see how quickly it flowed. He was stunned to see that the liquid inside didn't move at all, it simply floated their, defying gravity. [b]"You gonna stare at it some more or you going to bring it over to me?"[/b] Patch came back from his confusion and walked it over to Marcus and placed it in his outstretched hand. Marcus held it up between his index finger and thumb and looked to Patch. [b]"Cool isn't, took me awhile to figure out the right combination of symbols to make this thing work. Its the only way I can get rest and rejuvenate my body properly. Look closer at the surface."[/b] Patch looked closer and saw the numerous symbols that seemed to run in a chaotic matter all over the hourglass. He also took notice now, that most of it was made of bone, the glass held the liquid and still refused to move. [b]"Marcus, what is that floating in there?" "It's my blood obviously, only way it works at full power and works every time."[/b] He said with a smile still on his face as he activated the runes, the liquid glowed for a moment as he set it down on his tray. [b]"Go take care of Pocket Patch, i'll be out for the next hour fixing myself."[/b] The blood inside the hourglass started to flash, the flashes getting more rapid until finally it started to flow quickly. Marcus passed out instantly, his body going limp as he fell in an awkward position. Patch couldn't help but let out a frustrated sigh and walk away as he threw his hands into the air. [b]"He is so annoying with all his bullshit symbols!"[/b] Patch exclaimed as he walked off to Pockets room, hoping to be able to heal at least one person. An hour passed and Marcus suddenly woke, alert and feeling refreshed, he rolled his right shoulder and felt no pain. He touched his ribs and felt the wound had completely healed over and he could feel the magic coursing through his veins again with the fire it always had once he got to take a formal meditation. He pulled the IV from his arm and threw back the blankets as he stood, stretching and working his muscles back into activity. He removed the hospital gown they had put on him and threw on his robe, it was torn up but he didn't have much time to get a new one. He walked around the room for a few moments until he found his sandals and slipped them on, walking out of the room he head for Pockets room and found her as bouncy and happy looking as she normally did, he leaned in the door way with a smile on his tattooed face. [b]"How you feeling Pocket?"[/b] She looked up at him in mid shoveling of the pudding she had been given and smiled back at him, the creamy food starting to seep from her mouth. He couldn't help but laugh with the innocent way she smiled at them all. [b]"I'm feeling much better, are we leaving yet?"[/b] Marcus nodded. [b]"Yes we are, get dressed and I'll find Cloak so we can get out of here."[/b] He turned and found Cloak standing behind him, Marcus looked up at his dark face and looked at the very minimal space between them. [b]"You know you're very awkwardly close right?"[/b] Cloak didn't say anything for several moments. [b]"I know, it's always interesting to see if I can make you feel uncomfortably close."[/b] Marcus took a step back and felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to see Pocket dress and ready to go. [b]"Wow that was fast."[/b] Marcus said as he squeezed his way out from between Pocket and Cloak. [b]"You both ready now?"[/b] Marcus nodded, Pocket did as well and they were suddenly engulfed in darkness, only to be moments later find themselves free falling from mid air and Cloak was gone. Marcus looked around as he tried to understand what was going on, it didn't make sense that Cloak would drop them mid-air, especially at the height they were at. He saw the ground getting closer, and he understood what might happen next. He knew he could survive the fall, it would be very painful and probably wouldn't be able to move again until his body had time to heal, but Pocket didn't have a chance. He could start to feel panic creeping into his mind, trying to think of a rune that would slow their decent, and he kept coming to the same problem of having nothing to draw the rune on. He looked to Pocket and could see a calm in her face that betrayed her ideas, she had something up her little sleeve. Or something in her mind, as she was about to show him. Pocket, seeing their rapid decent, reached into her mind and withdrew and parachute and held it out to Marcus. He quickly grabbed it and strapped it on as quickly as possible, he than held out his hand to her, she taking grasp, he pulled her in and she held onto him tightly as he yanked the cords. The sudden resistance causing them to jerk as they began their slower decent downward. Marcus let out a laugh as he looked around, trying to find a proper spot. [b]"Pocket, I love what you do and never change. I'll make sure no one messes with what you got going on in your mind!"[/b] He yelled over the rushing sound, the quickly came to a end of their trip, hitting the ground and trying to absorb the shock as best as possible they quickly gained their footing as Pocket let go and Marcus unstrapped the parachute and let it float off with the freezing winds. He could feel the force of the wind, thankfully the coldness of it did nothing to him. Pocket was shivering, reaching into her mind she pulled out a heavy winter jacket and a snow hat, along with a pair of boots. Marcus could help but let out a small chuckle, this girl carried everything she needed for anything. They both trudged forward through the snow, Marcus could feel what direction the rune was and kept that way. He couldn't dwell on what had happen to Cloak, they had another lead on Sybille and this could be the end of him if they were successful. They soon came on the scene of the collapse snow bridge, Sasa and Jeff were on the other side of the gaping trench calling down to someone. Jason was on the side they were coming up too, Marcus looked into his eyes and saw a predatory gaze focus on him. The stunting rune had worn off hours ago, he could change at any time if he needed too, or if things got to hectic. They started to talk about what they were going to do about getting across, when Jason grabbed Pocket and flung her across the trench with ease. Sliding across the snow on her back, she giggled as she hit the bank on the other side. Jason looked to Marcus next, he was sweating slightly as he started to reach for Marcus. [b]"Whoa, no need to do that Jason. I'm perfectly capable of getting over this myself. That is not my goal though."[/b]Jason looked at him skeptically. [b]"The only way is across, we have to get over there, then we can get to ALi and Demetri."[/b] Marcus looked across than to Jason. [b]"Nope, there is a third option."[/b] Marcus than ran to the edge, and dove off the edge straight toward here he felt the rune. He balled his hands into fists and straightened out his body as much he could, banking on his weight and the amount of speed he needed would at least break through the first few layers so he could start digging. He focused all of his strength into his hands, making them has hard as steel, as he struck the collapses snow bank he felt the snow rush past him and everything turned white before his eyes. He found himself deep in the snow, he than began to dig, hoping the others would find a way to get them out of here once they were pulled out. He dug furiously, tossing it aside as fast as possible, he needed to get to them quickly, he only hoped he would be in time.[/size]

Marcus had been all too prepared for this sort of conflict, werewolves hardly ever fell under the category of sedative creatures. More often than not, they had to kill them and very few things actually hurt them. Marcus was covered in one way that was would for sure cause sever damage, silver worked as well, and another werewolf could destroy its brothers and sisters if they had the will power to turn on them. The pack mentality was usually the strongest instinct, the original werewolf was always the smartest of them all. Marcus unleashed as many rounds as he could to provide the cover they needed to begin the assault and for Jason to fully change forms. When Marcus had reached the end of his clip, Demetri let loose more violent wind blasts and Ali used her throwing knives has her hand weapons as he slashed and jabbed then quickly dodge and avoid the slashing claws of the werewolves. Jason was in full rage as he lashed out at one of the wolves, his claws digging deep as the other werewolf dug his claws into Jason. Marcus tossed away his gun and charged the smaller werewolf, the larger one was fighting Jason, they rolled on the ground as they tore at each other and snapped their jaws at one another. Marcus struck when the wolfs attention had been drawn to another slash from Ali, one of the wolves massive clawed hands struck for Ali, she avoided the initial strike but a back hand caught her on the shoulder, spinning her and momentarily stunning her. Marcus smashed his fist into the back of the werewolf's head, a sudden burst of light signaling the contact that sent the wolf reeling as it focused its attention on Marcus now, a fresh smell of burned fur flooding the room. It's speed suddenly picked up and the wolf slashed at him with such speed and agility that Marcus had trouble dodging all of the hit, one attack landed square on Marcus chest, shredding his shirt and activating his rune underneath, flinging the creatures hand back in a painful manner. This did not deter it, it seemed to anger it even more as its savageness and brutality surfaced and the creature took a new approach, attacking from the sides as it shredded more of his clothes encountering the same bursts of lights and defenses. Marcus did his best to fend it off, his body was still at only half its strength, he had little time to recover from the fight with Sybille and his blood was still weakened. Suddenly, he felt heat rush through his ribs, the pain following soon after as he saw that the wolf had found and open spot. It had gashed him across his left side, his blood dribbled down his side, touching runes as it went, bringing out their full power which began to rack his body with pain. He groaned as he placed a hand over the wound, the beast licked its claws as it prepared to attack again. However, it was met with a sudden gust of wind energy that sent it sprawling into the near by wall and stunned it long enough for Ali to lash out quickly with a silver edged weapon across its throat. It gasped for air as it held one massive hand over its bleeding neck and stumbled toward them with the other reaching out, the blood flowing from its neck didn't seem to slow it down as it lunged forward, going for Ali as it saw the person that had, in all reality, just sent it to its grave. Marcus struck again, this time, with a hand covered in his charged blood, creating more light and causing more burns, the wolf whimpered as its head steamed, this time revealing bone where Marcus had made contact. It snarled and drew back its muzzle, revealing its yellowed teeth, Demetri blasted it several more times, each blast was punctuated by a savage hit from Marcus. The wolf stumbled and snapped as it slowly crumpled into the ground, Demetri letting up as Marcus swung with his right hand only, the one covered in his blood. He hit harder ever hit, causing more damage until eventually the wolfs head caved in, one final hit sent its brains and other fluids spilled on the floor. Marcus was breathing heavily now, his blood had stopped flowing, but the wound was closing far to slow for his liking. He still felt the pain, it was almost crippling, but he did his best to maintain his footing, he couldn't let down his guard or let them see his failing strength. He had a job to do, and that job now extended to her brother, and if he was truly cursed than he would turn on the once he was done with his current prey. He suddenly heard a sickening snapping noise and turned around to see the lolling head of the larger werewolf, blood covered Jason's muzzle and claws as he rose form his kill and looked to the three standing before him. His muzzle was drawn back and his eyes shifted between the three there, Ali was motionless as she couldn't decided what to do, her knife loose in her hand. Demetri was in his fighting stance as he gathered the wind around him, Marcus could see the conflict in his face, he had promised to save Jason when it looked like he was going to kill them all. [b] "I will not let them die again." [/b]He said quietly to himself as he suddenly rushed Jason, his sharp instincts catching Marcus movements instantly as he let out a roar and lunged at Marcus. His claws fully extended and mouth gaping as he readied to latched his jaws on Marcus neck and tear it out, he slid under Jason at the last moment, pressing the palm of his bloody hand on to Jason's chest. The light flared and Jason rolled over him, cringing and flailing as he started to change, his fur shedding from his body as he started to shrink to a smaller size. Marcus was on his knees, hunched over as fresh blood flowed down his arm from his shoulder, Jason's claw marks were evident from where they had sliced open his shoulder. He was breathing heavily, his arm felt heavy and he could hardly feel his fingers, pain was flowing through his body now and he could do nothing to stop it. The blood oozing from his shoulder was a slow trickle now the wound, however, had failed to close on both his ribs and shoulder. He looked over to see Jason was getting over his change, the blood red rune on his chest flared for a few moments than faded. He pulled off his robe slowly and held it out to Demetri with a shaky hand. [b] "Give him this, its torn pretty good, but he needs it more then me right now."[/b] Demetri stared at it for a few moments before looking to Ali, sitting beside her brother. He took it gingerly out of Marcus grasp and set it over Jason who slipped it on. He looked over to Marcus who did his best to control his breathing. [b] "What did you do to me?"[/b] Jason said in a slightly confused voice, it masked his curiosity well. Marcus tried to grin but found it was too much work. [b] "I stunted the change in you, its only temporary, we have about five hours before it fades."[/b] Marcus tried to rise but found his legs wouldn't respond to his commands. He turned his head slightly to the others. [b] "I don't mean to be a bother, but I can't move. Oh god!"[/b] He exclaimed as he then fell on to his left side, jarring his wound and finding he was only able to grunt. [i] This is worse than that time I drank with Fiddler, well, maybe only half as bad.[/i] Marcus thought to himself as he lay on the floor.

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[size=2]Marcus was relieved to be out of the Commandants sight, regardless of whether he deemed him trustworthy, he was still a terrifying man. And as far as Marcus was concerned, fear was a healthy way of telling him he needed to stay where he always did best, under the radar. But, now that he was Talon's personal bodyguard it would be harder to disappear if Athens wasn't around. Marcus had made his way to Ali's room and began his work immediately, he used a knife he was able to swipe from the ball room and began etching runes into the floor, moving Ali's bed aside he etched a protective rune where her bed would sit, nicking his index find and activating the rune with his blood before moving on to other parts of the room. Etching it into the walls several different runes that became interconnected to create a massive web of protection, he used his blood as he went to imbue each rune with unbreakable strength. He hoped Ali wouldn't damage the runes one day on accident, that would break the seal around her room and runes with this kind of time and care took time to fix, and sometimes were no longer possible to mend if on nonliving surfaces like this. When he finished, he moved to the door way and carved smaller symbols into the doors frame, each was unique in its own way. Only one of these runes did he use his own blood on it, he would need the others to use their blood on one of the runes, this would keep it to a minimum of only the team able to get into her quarters. As of right now, he was the only one allowed into these quarters, others would be meet with an impassible barrier. With his work complete for now, he left the room behind and walked to halls for a bit. He tried to listen to everything around him as he walked about, noticing something was off. He suddenly realized the bottom of his feet were cold and looked down at to see that his sandals had disappeared. Torn from his feet when Demetri had summoned that hurricane into the ball room, that was raw energy he hadn't seen for while and was glad he was protected from most of it. He had been close enough that the wind should have ripped the flesh from bones with ease, if the runes hadn't done their job. As he walked through the hallways he soon came upon someone he knew, someone who had been around to train with Marcus as well. Fortunately, he hadn't gotten teamed up in Ghost Echo and suffer their fate. He approached the figure casually, the figure turning and showing him a beaming grin. The figure was a man who looked fairly young for his age and he draped in his unites colors, the crimson red matched well with the blue bandanna he kept tied around his neck. He had short cropped hair and was broad shouldered, he was shorter then Marcus but still held himself high. [b]"Well, if it isn't Corporal Blues." [/b]He walked up and patted Marcus on the shoulder. The force of that simple pat almost knocked Marcus from his feet, Blues power revolved around his strength and speed. He was unnaturally fast and strong, that's what everyone thought his power was initially, however, it was his ability to read people around him. In a matter of moments of Blues looking at you, he could see all of the immediate actions you could possibly make within moments. His powers stopped there, he couldn't see any father than that but typically you didn't get any farther than that when he drew one of the two swords he kept at his waist. [b]"Good to see you again Captain Demos, looking good for someone who went toe to toe with a man who made a god pact."[/b] Marcus could only nod. Sybille had gotten away again, with the god he had made the pact with. [b]"Yeah, not as hard as you might think."[/b] Blue let out a hearty laugh as he gestured to a near by bench for them to sit at. As they sat down blue unstrapped his swords and set them aside. [b]"What are you doing here Blues? Thought you got relocated to the South HDF for a new project." "I was, my project was protection detail for the HDF Commander. But, Ive been reassigned again. Looks like you'll be seeing more of me Captain."[/b] Marcus let out his own laugh as he leaned forward, with his tattooed hands held before him. He looked at the marks and could help but feel a twinge of sadness creep in, the memories of why these tattoos became necessary haunted him sometimes. Blues gave him another, gentler, tap on the back. [b]"Don't grieve anymore Marcus, I'm sure they are watching over you right now. Ghost Echo was always a team not many will forget, and i'm sure she would forgive you Marcus."[/b] Marcus couldn't help but tense up at those words, he shuddered slightly as he remembered her face, the curves of her body and most of all, the one thing that truly rang through him, was her laugh. [b]"Too bad I couldn't keep her from dying, Coltaine either, that man was twice as hard to kill too. I remember those days, Fiddler and Coltaine arguing over something ridiculous, Yedan Derryg and his sister Yon Tavis, the Watch and Twilight, they were an interesting pair. Yedan was brutally straight forward, and Yan was painfully Niave in weird ways." "I definitely recall that. Those days were always the best."[/b] Blues let his smile hold its place, the fond memories brought warm feelings to his thoughts. He suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. [b]"You haven't said her name once Marcus." "I know Blues, I don't want to say it." "Your going to have to Demos, otherwise you're not leaving this bench. Someone needs to say her name, you are the one who deserves to say it most."[/b] Marcus couldn't look at his friend, his eyes focused on his hands, looking at his feet as well. [b]"Say it Marcus."[/b] Marcus could feel the tears coming. [b]"Masan Gilani alright! Masan Gilani, she died for nothing Blues. Nothing!"[/b] Marcus tried to rise, but his legs wouldn't obey, so he simply sat while he tried to control the tears that not raced down his face. Dripping as Marcus tried to shut the door on his emotions, this time it was impossible, Blues had brought back too much pain with his simple words. Blues simply sat by as his long time friend wept openly now, he saw how the pain tore at him, and he couldn't imagine the hurt love brought when it was stolen away from you. Marcus regained his composure soon enough, rubbing his face and wiping away the tears as best he could. Marcus looked over to Blues and leaned back against the bench, after he elft himself calm down enough he spoke again. [b]"Thank you Blues, I had pushed her memory away so long, i'd almost forgotten her face. At least she doesn't have to be part of this madness anymore, she deserved the rest."[/b] Blues adjusted in his seat as Marcus suddenly lowered his voice. [b]"While we are on the subject of old friends, what would you think if I said Shadowthrone and Cotillion were alive?"[/b] Blues body suddenly stiffened and his face no longer bore the smile. [b]"I would have to say that things just got a lot more complicated."[/b] Marcus nodded and looked away from Blues. Blues leaned in to talk in quieter voice. [b]"Are they alive Marcus?" [/b]He simply shrugged his shoulders. [b]"Hard to tell these days, Shadowthrone was always half in our world anyways, Cotillion was always good at seeming like nothing more than just his right hand man. Wouldn't be surprised if they pulled the wool over our eyes." [/b]Marcus rubbed his face once more and rose form his seat. He looked back over to Blues before speaking again. [b]"Say hi to Iron Bars for me, let him know he still owes me for that time in India."[/b] Blues grinned at him. [b]"I will make sure he won't forget anytime soon. Get some rest Marcus." "Hard to do when you don't sleep anymore, see you around."[/b] Marcus walked away from Blues, heading back to his quarters to begin his meditation. It was the closes things he could achieve to sleep and it worked for him. It was all he needed until Sybille no longer walked this world.[/size]

[size=2][b]"Sybille!"[/b] Marcus roared as he regained his footing, the blast had caught him off guard but thankfully his wards reduced the effect to a simple breeze. Sybille looked at him with his red speckled eyes. Marcus knew what that was, and he could see that he was indeed desperate if he decided to assault the HDF like this. Marcus pulled off his shirt and removed his sandals and kept his eyes focused on Sybille as he spoke clearly to Demetri. [b]"Go to Ali, show the Earth Fighter why we are the Elite now."[/b] Demetri took off instantly, the hesitation was gone as he went off to his own fight. Sybille tried to turn his attention on Demetri but Marcus rushed him the moment he finished the words. A tattooed fist crashed into Sybille's face that normally would of only stunned a person, but with his offensive wards, a birght light flashed and Sybille was sent spinning into the air and crashing violently back into the ground. His smirk was gone for just a moment, replaced with rage as Marcus rushed him again, this time leaping up and coming down with his right foot to smash down on Sybille's head. He rolled out of the way and Marcus came down with such forced it cracked the spot where he landed. He turned to Sybille and was met with a sudden blast of wind that threw Marcus across the room into a wall, the force would of shattered a normal humans bones. He landed with a hard thud and rose from ground, rubbing the back of his hand against his lip he found blood smeared across it. He spit into his hands and rubbed the blood all over them, the wound the blood was coming from sealed up quick enough that the left over blood simply dripped out or was spat out, adding a more disturbing look to Marcus grim expression. [b]"Do you really think that part of the legend is true Sybille? You pushed your luck with summoning Set into our world, and you think that will save you?"[/b] Sybille's expression was now back to his grin. [b]"Of course it'll work Marcus, you showed me how long ago, remember?"[/b] Marcus rushed him again, this time activating his agility runes, the blood racing across his arms made them flare with more intensity than they had before. He swung again and hit Sybille in the stomach, causing him to double over and than Marcus brought a knee up into his face. Grabbing his shirt he slammed him down into the ground, he drew back a fist to smash into his face again but Sybille quickly brought up his own fist with the bits and pieces of metal attached and slammed it into Marcus chest, pushing him back as Sybille rose and spun around to deliver a powerful kick to his head and spun Marcus into the ground. He brought his foot down and smashed into Marcus' stomach causing him to groan and spit more blood. Blood was flowing down Sybille's face from his shattered nose, his teeth were color red from the gut hit. [b]"You'll never beat me Marcus! There was a reason I lead Ghost Echo."[/b] Sybille said as he pressed his foot into his Marcus stomach, he groaned with the pressure. But, soon enough, he began to laugh through the cracked ribs and the coughed up a little more blood. Sybille drew closer to Marcus face. [b]"What's so funny Captain?"[/b] Marcus showed a blood soaked grin. [b]"Just that, you never saw the full extent of my power."[/b] Marcus swiftly raised a hand with his palm open and smashed it against Sybille's face, a sudden eruption of power blast into Sybille's unprotected face sent Sybille spinning away while he screamed, gripping his face. Marcus rose slowly, the wounds healing progressively. He grunted as the ribs in his chest mended and stood before Sybille as he stood up shakily with a hand over half his face. [b]"How could you possibly do that, you were always limited to how fast you could draw those stupid runes!" "I grew after you left, I don't need to draw runes anymore."[/b] [i]At least not the simple ones[/i], Marcus thought to himself as he rolled his shoulders and clench his fists. Sybille looked distressed now, his plan was not over yet and Marcus needed to keep him busy until Demetri handled what he needed. Hopefully, they wouldn't need his help, his body was straining against the exertion and all of the healing required to keep him going. He hoped his charged blood would keep him alive long enough to be useful, which was just long enough.[/size]

[size=2]Marcus had been keeping a steady ear on the conversation that was coming from Ali and Demetri while they had their time together. When Anthony had risen up in their conversation it became almost unbearable to listen with the intensity coming from Demetri's voice. Raw emotion tend to jar with the runes, since that was always something unpredictable and usually violent. With everything settling down he saw Pocket disappear to find the other two, he could have told her where they went, but he didn't want to give up his advantage for now. When she found them he let his attention fade and the words that were so vivid before, became nothing but slight noises as Pocket brought them to the table and seated them all with the lights taking the podium. When Commandant Shield appeared Marcus' heart skipped a beat, he hadn't seen Shield in years and did not want to meet with him again anytime soon. Marcus was in his own world while the Commandant was speaking, and when he belted out the HDF motto, Marcus was pulled back into the real world and could only keep silent as the memories tore into his mind. Shield's presence brought back so many of past missions, being part of Ghost Echo was the time of his life and he missed those days. He remembered they had one of the highest success rates in HDF at the time. He had received only a few honors and rewards for the jobs, but, he had his family at the time. The team kept him feeling alive and with that feeling he would keep fighting even when it seemed they were all dead for sure. Art was a big deal or him back than, he use to paint and draw regularly, carrying a sketch book with him on long term mission so he could record those times he felt needed to be seen. The moments that just couldn't be given justice or were even mentioned in reports, he had collected dozens of different sketch books that were filled with the moments of his long, dead past. He had remained silent through out the entire event, when it finally came to the introduction of the new Alpha Elite team, they all rose from their chair and waved to the mass of people. All this formality was too much for Marcus, he understood that people needed to see their new Alpha Elite, but he also preferred to remain in the back scene and as unknown as possible. Hopefully he would be able to continue his behind the scenes work and just do his job. When he tried to sit back down he felt someone grab his arm and pull him to the dance floor, he looked quickly and saw Sasa pulling him. He was thrown off guard with seeing who it was and could do nothing but follow. [b]"Lets see how well you do in those sandals of yours."[/b] And just like that, Sasa was having him spin her and move with the music. He managed to surprise her by being graceful and fluid with each step, the sandals hardly any hindrance. Her black heels clicked as they made contact, her flowing black dress spin and twirled with each move. Her hair flowed with each move and it showed an attractive side Marcus hadn't seen before. He noticed Demetri and Ali seemed to have disappear and focused his attention on them again, trying to glean some new knowledge. He heard them talking about the bruises on Ali's arm, Anthony's name popped up in the conversation again and this time Marcus had to let go of the rune for a moment before going back. The rage had been deafening, and with Ali's powers it made it that much more difficult but he was able to tune back in as he danced with Sasa. Thankfully the music had slowed so it made it easier to focus on the rune, he suddenly heard the two quiet down and than heard a third voice speaking. It became clear that it was the commandant speaking to them, then suddenly the sound muffled and Marcus knew he had been discovered. He pulled away and let his attention settle back on the task at hand, the music was picking back up and Marcus was able to throw Sasa for a curve with his above average dance ability. He felt a tap on his shoulder and they both stopped to see their team leader standing beside them. [b]"Mind if I cut in Sasa?"[/b] Ali asked with a small smile on her face. [b]"Not at all, I think its time to see if we can get Jeff to dance a bit more."[/b] She quickly disappeared to where Pocket was trying to get Jeff to dance with the rhythm. Marcus looked to his team leader and held out his hand to her, she placed her hand in his and they went right to it. [b]"I saw the napkin Marcus."[/b] He flashed her a grin. [b]"What napkin, you mean the one on the table there? I saw it too, it was very white."[/b] She shook her head at him, the smile still on her face. [b]"You know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw the runed napkin you stashed into Demetri's pocket. It was clever and very slick of you to get it in without being noticed." "Well, I do my best work when you don't see it."[/b] Her expression took a turn and she became more serious. [b]"Why did you plant that on him?"[/b] Marcus tried to keep the grin on his face, but he was pretty sure it came off as smug. [b]"Its complicated Ms. Talon." "Make it simple Marcus, I want to know why you bugged him? Was it to just listen in on us? Are you spying? Spying for Hank?"[/b] Marcus lost his grin as he focused a dark look on Ali. [b]"I bugged him because I needed to know why Sybille chose you. I needed to know what Hank had planned at if things were going in the direction I thought they were. And from what I heard, it sounds like we are on the fast track for Hank's plans." "You didn't answer my last question, are you spying and working for Hank?"[/b] Marcus had already lied to her about whose plan he was trying to get them on, he couldn't do it again. [b]"Partially, yes I am. Only to the degree that you and Demetri are being used. I'm hoping with things to come, i'll be able to do more good and fix what is broken." [/b]With that said, one of the Commandants guards whispered to Ali and she immediately departed. Marcus watched as she head back to the balcony, he grunted and then raced after her and grabbed her arm quickly, causing her to spin her head around. [b]"What is it?" "Understand, things aren't what they seem." [/b]Marcus drew pulled out his pen and quickly drew a simple rune on her wrist. Touching it, she felt a sudden warmth race up her arm and than vanish as the rune looked to take on a tattooed effect. She looked at the rune than up at him. [b]"What is this and is it permanent?"[/b] Marcus shook his head. [b]"Its not permanent, its simply a way for me to find you when you need my help the most. All you have to say the word, you and Demetri won't be alone anymore." "What does that mean and what word?" "Can't tell you anymore, but when you need to use the rune, you'll know the word."[/b] With that done, Marcus turned and walked away. Heading back to his chair when he was suddenly stopped by one of the Commandants guards. [b]"Commandant Shield would like to speak you alone while he is here. Stay in the area Captain Demos and we will retrieve you when he is ready."[/b] Marcus bowed his head and went and sat back at the table, suddenly a little shaken with the Commandants notice of him. He prayed to Coltaine's ghost that he would make ti out of that meeting intact.[/size]

[size=2]When Marcus had returned to his room, he hadn't started getting ready yet. It was easy to throw on the clothes he needed, not having hair made life that much easier when he needed to clean up. He instead had taken some quick drying paint he had stored away in his room and began drawing a rune on the floor of his room, it would only take a couple minutes with his steady hand, thankfully just communicating with other beings was easier than trying to bring them forth. Especially Egyptian gods, they needed far too much blood for his liking. One he finished the symbol he undressed down to his loin cloth and set his sandals aside and carefully sat down in the middle of it all. He folded his legs in and focused on a god he shared some sort of kinship with, a god who used his powers to judge whether a soul was worthy or not. Anubis was the only god Marcus imagined he could get a connection with right now. He waited patiently as old words echoed in his mind, some that he knew and others that he was unsure of. And, within moments of the words fading, he was struck with a force that should have thrown him across the room, if not for his protective wards. It filled him with a sense of power and a cold justice that could only come from a god. Marcus tried to calm his breathing but he was being threatened with being overwhelmed and losing himself in the maelstrom of this old god. He slowed his heart, kept his mind focused on one idea and he came back. His eyes opened, he didn't even realized they had closed, and he found he was sheathed in sweat and his breathing came in trembles. The whisperes the old god had left in his mind echoed clearly as if he was talking to him directly. [b]"Mortal, you have asked me so much with so few questions. The answers will only come with my return, and with my return someone will need to follow the proper rituals for my continued existence in your world..." [/b]The echos trailed off from there and Marcus stood shakily from where he sat, he looked down at the symbol and saw that the paint simple evaporated once the connection had been made, it was not strong enough to do what he needed. No matter, he had made contact and made sure he was the first to speak, Hank would simply have botched the whole thing up with his bluntness. Marcus cleaned himself off and dressed for the occasion as best he could. He put on a long sleeve black shirt that he left open about four buttons down. He had a plain pair of dress pants with a belt to secure them, he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbow, and put on a pair of his nicer sandals and walked to the Ball hall. The room as already filled with guests when he arrived, he felt awkward and crowded with so many people around him. He walked over and picked up a glass and sipped at some red wine they had supplied. He stood alone for a time until Demetri appeared and stood beside him. Marcus bowed his head to Demetri with a smile on his face. [b]"Good to see you Demetri. Its nice to see a face that I actually want to socialize with."[/b] Demetri let our a small laugh as he looked Marcus over briefly, noting the sandals and the rolled up sleeves and unbuttoned shirt he raised and eyebrow as he took a sip of his drink. [b]"Interesting way to dress, i especially like the added touch of the sandals."[/b] Marcus looked down at his tattooed feet and toes and wiggled them around a bit. [b]"Well, I don't own any shoes and they make me feel confined whenever they try to put them on me."[/b] They both let out a small laugh as they sipped a bit more on their drinks and the laughter died down. Marcus looked around at the crowd and spoke again. [b]"I never much liked crowds, always too many faces that end up being familiar in someway." "Probably doesn't help much that you lived in the desert for so long in a small town."[/b] Marcus nodded. [b]"Very true, small town life changes your perspective."[/b] Marcus caught that Demetris attention had changed to look to his right and Marcus looked past him to see what he was staring at. It was Ali talking to commander Hank and his lackey Anthony, Hank had his typical look of a man with far too many plans in his head. Anthony had the same look eh always did, one that wanted to cause pain. When they saw Ali walking away and smash her glass, Demetri went over instantly to help her. Marcus focused in on Anthony, their eyes meeting as Anthony kept the same stupid smile on his face. Marcus pointed at him with his free hand and pulled it back to draw his thumb across his throat, Anthony stood from his chair when Hank held his hand out, forcing him to sit back down. Marcus turned his attention back to Demetri and Ali when they arrived to see her in her stunning dress and his eyes widened slightly. [b]"It's alright, I know I look weird."[/b] Marcus Bowed his head, took her hand and did a light kiss on her hand. [b]"Weird is not the word I would use. Let us sit for a bit shall we."[/b] They all seated themselves and drank their drinks slowly as Marcus felt this awkward tension. [b]"Sorry if that seemed odd, I didn't mean anything by it but to convey my polite admission."[/b] Ali waved it off. [b]"Oh its not that Marcus, that was a kind gesture. Its just been a long day for everyone."[/b] Marcus nodded has he slowly sifted his drink around in his glass. He set the glass down and grabbed a napkin along with pulling out a pen from one of his pockets and started to draw another symbol in a nonchalant way. When he finished he casually sat back and put the pen away, with the napkin in his hand. He activated the rune on the napkin and held it close, when Ali and Demetri had stood he slipped the napkin carefully but quickly, into Demetris pocket. He hoped the rune would dissolve before it was discovered but something told him it wouldn't go to plan, thankfully he had two runes on there that might help the situation. He kept to himself as he drank slowly, hearing the whispers that his rune picked up. hoping their voices grew louder so he could make out what they said more clearly. All he could do for now, was wait and see.[/size]

[size=2][b]"You've done good work so far Marcus."[/b] Commander Hank said to him as he pulled him away from the team. He knew the tactic Hank was imploring, he would put the pinch on Ali and Demetri as much as he could, even with a simply tactic of pulling Marcus aside alone. He knew, and couldn't lie about it, he didn't always try to form relationships under the most honest terms. This was one of those times, Marcus' charisma was influential enough that made him a useful enough tool to get into a team. But, this time the situation had changed, this team was after Sybille and they did their job with genuine quality that few teams achieved before reaching peak performance. They only walked a few feet away before Hank stopped them and kept talking. [b]"Your reports of what you suspected was going on was more accurate than expected. They were lacking some material, but it'll be soon enough we find out the rest."[/b] Marcus simply nodded before speaking. [b]"Yes sir, I'm aware of what transpired out there after Ali was taken. I do have a few suggests on the next course of action sir."[/b] Hank grinned and nodded before turning when Anthony and Mike appeared. Marcus' face hardened when they looked to him, he knew them from long before and they hardly changed with age. He personally would prefer to have them killed now and he would gladly do the honor. Unfortunately, Hank kept them under his protection and that was plainly significant why he kept them around so it was no surprise when the two approached Demetri. Talking low enough that they couldn't hear from their distance, but anyone closer could. He suddenly heard Demetri talk about the paper and Hank roughly pushed his way passed Marcus. Marcus watched the scene unravel as Demetri fought back, Jeff helping him out and watching him take off with Sasa and Pocket thrown over his shoulder. Cloak had appeared and pursued the team. Marcus was about to race after them when Hank grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. [b]"You need to keep a close eye on him Marcus. You know why we put YOU in the team, you can survive anything they throw, you can keep them out of your mind. Meet me in the war room in 20 minutes, I have to talk to Demetri and dear Ali. Do not be late, Warded Man."[/b] Marcus simply nodded as Hank walked off to a lower area, knowing where he was going Marcus couldn't stand it and turned away. He walked to the war room immediately, his sandals taping lightly on the ground as tried to contain himself. The rage threatened to overwhelm him, it was maddening to have been part of this plan, but he was getting desperate for missions that invovled Sybille. And no other team had come closer to him than this one, he needed to stay with them and needed to earn their trust legitimately and they needed to get out from under Hanks thumb. He had been told about Demetri through Hank, it made the situation difficult and made team work tenuous. Marcus made it to the room and seated himself, a long table and chairs were the only thing that adorned the room. He waited patiently, time slipped by slowly as Marcus took to drawing symbols into the dust on the table, idly waiting for his 'commander' to arrive. What seemed like ages finally came to an end when the door opened and in walked Commander Hank and Cloak. Cloak sat right across from Marcus while Hank sat a seat away from Cloak looking at Marcus. [b]"Alright Mr. Demos, what was your suggestion?"[/b] Marcus looked up at the Earth Fighter, stilling slowly drawing in the dust. [b]"First sir, I would like to inquire about what you know about the mission specifically. I can than fill in what I have to make this quicker."[/b] Hank leaned forward while Cloak stayed leaned back in the chair with his hands laced together. Marcus could feel the uncertainty from Cloak has Hank began. [b]"We know that Sybille managed to summon gods from their sleep, more specifically As, Hike, Maat, Basst, and Set have risen from their tombs. From the report we can see that Sybille has aligned himself with Set and As. From what we understand, he has decided to 'cleanse' the earth. Other than that, it comes down to what you have for me."[/b] Marcus nodded to confirm the information. [b]"Very good Hank. Well, my suggestion would be that we fight him on even terms." "What do you mean by that Captain?"[/b] Marcus couldn't help but chuckle, Hank didn't use his rank unless to try to put him in his place. [b]"I mean, we talk to a god and someone makes a deal with him. There will be more than just those five roaming around if we play our cards right. If given the proper amount of time, I could perform the ritual and try to speak to one at least. But, if we are looking to keep the human population alive and fairly ignorant of our organization, than this seems like the proper course of action in my opinion."[/b] Hank was leaning forward on the table, fingers laced together as he listened to Marcus' proposal. Cloak had stopped leaning back in his chair and sat up straight now, looking at Marcus carefully. That calculating look in his eyes always covered his pleasant nature, Marcus couldn't help but compare them to a pair of operatives he knew back in the day. [b]"That is all very well said Captain, but we will need time to contemplate your proposal.." "Which means no way in hell, am I right Commander?" [/b]Marcus said, cutting off Hanks sentence. His face darkened for a moment as something gleamed in his eyes, almost like he was looking for a fight from Marcus. [b]"Like I said, Captain, we will take it into consideration and go over the plan more thoroughly." "That's not good enough Earth Fighter, this plan needs to be enacted soon or we will miss an opportunity that very well will end life on this planet. I didn't join this service to watch people die I joined...." "But that is exactly what you did when Sybille became your team leader in Ghost Echo. You let him kill your comrades and absorb their powers, making him the man he is today and you simply were to weak to finish him when you had the chance. You let him talk you into decorating yourself with those runes and symbols just to be his tool!"[/b] Marcus rose from his chair, his tattooed face dark and filling with rage and anger. The power whispering in his mind to unleash it, let it blow through this man. Marcus slammed his hand on the table, the runes he drew in the dust flared and the table shattered, sending plastic, wood and metal bits flying into the air. Hank had simply pushed back his chair and avoided most of the shrapnel, Cloak had hardly moved and not gotten a scratch. Marcus' chest heaved with his anger. [b]"You put me in that position! I watched them die because you deemed him too worthy of being executed! I did this to my body because the world needed to see my sin, to see what i let survive because you gave me an order. I'm for more powerful because of it Earth Fighter, one day I might decided you need to retire and we will see how your lackeys cut it."[/b] Hank kept his eyes on him. [b]"You are now assigned to Ali's team, Alpha Team. You are our new elites now, sound familiar? There is a Ball going on tonight, few hours really, and you and the rest of the team will be there. Dress formally Captain, you need to show your sin one more time." [/b]Marcus started to walk out of the room and stopped at the door, turning back to them he looked into Hanks eyes. [b]"You reminded me of two people i use to know, Shadowthrone and Cotillion. I remember calling him the Rope. Too bad you don't live up to those standards. Maybe i'll see them again one day."[/b] Marcus walked out, the only sound was the clicking noise of his sandals. Hank dusted himself off as he rose from his chair. [b]"You know he can do it Hank."[/b] Cloak said carefully. [b]"He should be in your position commander, your lucky he accepted his lower rank when he did. Less people died because of it."[/b] Hank remained still as he looked at the door Marcus just left. [b]"I'm aware Roger. Good thing I have a few tricks left in case he tries. Lets hope that Shadowthrone and Cotillion really are dead, otherwise we will have to go to the contingency plan."[/b] Cloak rose and vanished from the room. Hank remained where he was, the plans rolling through his mind and Marcus walked to his room, looking for something for tonight's facade. [/size]

I'm on Bulletstorm right now, also been playing through Gears of War 1 and 2. Can't get enough of them meat chunks.

I'll take up judge/ helper work, i'm pretty sure I can be judgmental and helpful :D

The sands swirled around the town with such violence it seemed the buildings would be ripped from their foundations. If this was only the beginning, than their lives were about to be ripped from their bodies in the most violent way possible. By the time the sands had reach their current levels, the team had take refuge in an old chapel that seemed to be holding against the violence going on out there. Marcus stood by the door, he needed the time to think about what Sybille was doing and what legend he was trying to bring to life. If what was going on out anything that Marcus suspected, then the worst was yet to come and Sybille started something nearly impossible to control. He could see Pocket slowly pacing as thoughts raced through her head, she seemed close to hysterics but maintained control well. Sasa and Jeff took to one of the benches with their emotionless faces that reflected nothing of their inner thoughts, and Demmy showed more rage than Marcus thought safe in someone of his size and power. He noticed Demmy was eyeing the door and Marcus occasionally, their eyes met at one point and Marcus could see the resolve in them. He was going to go for the door, and one way or the other, he was going to leave and find Ali. Marcus moved from his station at the door and walked over to Sasa and leaned over to speak into her ear over the sound of the wind. [b] "May I see your machete Arisa?"[/b] She eyed him wearily, reaching behind her she pulled it out silently and flipped it in her hand, handing it over to him handle first. Marcus bowed a with a small smile on his face and walked over to Demmy, seeing how he looked read to move now. [b] "Would you remove your shirt please?"[/b] Demetri looked at him with a somewhat confused look. [b] "I am well aware of what you plan to do Wind Warrior, if you are going to survive out there, I can provide you all with some protection but I need you to set the example since I am just a specialist assigned to your team."[/b] Demetri looked to the others before he pulled off his shirt and looked down at Marcus. [b] "Alright, if this will help us find her, do what you have too."[/b] Marcus bowed his head slightly and lifted the machete, Demetri kept his eyes focused on Marcus face as he waited for the blade to touch his flesh. The pain never arrived, he witness instead, Marcus cutting a deep wound into his right forearm. He set the machete down and dipped his other hand in the blood and started to draw on the giants chest. It was very intricate, full of curves and sharp edges as Marcus had to repeatedly dip his hand in the blood. When he finished he scrawled a smaller version on both of his arms and one on his back. When they were all down Marcus kept his gaze on Demmy. [b] "I'm not sure what is out there for certain, but this will still protect your body and mind from the violence of the storm and Sybille. Your powers may still not work but mine do and you can at least lay one of your massive fists into his fat, ego filled head." "Why do your powers work, and ours don't? You should be just as weak as the rest."[/b] Marcus showed a grin to the soldier. [b] "Mine work simply because I am only a tool of something that existed long before we all did. My strength is older than the HDF and all the operatives, so, i'm not effected in the same ways as you are. That's part of the reason I was picked to be part of your team, others will be brought up with your leader, Ali."[/b] Demmy took in the information, trying to understand it but quickly disregarding it for later since it matter little right now. [b] "Why your blood Marcus? Why not mine or anyone else? You'll like bleed out from that wound." "Die? Not likely, i'll actually have to cut another one if you look."[/b]Demmy looked to the wound and saw it actually closing back up. Surprise registered across his face. [b] "These runes do more than giving me a pretty complexion. They charged my blood with magic, enough power to heal minor wounds. Lost limps and such are beyond my ability and I don't want to try to see if I can grow any. My blood, being charged, is the reason I use only mine. And, just as Sybille knows, blood is the strongest bond for magic and with it, we'll take him out." [/b]Marcus bowed and turned to the others. [b] "If you will allow me, I would like to adorn all of you in these runes. After that, we should all leave this chapel and begin our search. As we speak, its likely Sybille has Ali and the sands will bury us all if we don't find her. Do you accept?"[/b] Marcus waited only a few moments before Jeff stepped up, removing his coat and shirt Marcus reopened the wound and started the scrawling immediately on his body. Sasa was next, he adorned her in a smaller version of the symbol on her chest so that he could avoid any awkward touching on his part. Pocket was the last to do it, not for a lack of courage, but a bit of embarrassment. He reassured her as he put on the runes, when he was finished with Pocket, he cleaned the machete on his robe and handed it back to Sasa who sheathed it silently. When that was all done with he walked to the door way and removed his sandals and his robe, only holding on to the sash and wrapped it around his waist. Standing before them all in just his loin cloth, he gave them all a great big smile. [b] "Time for the fun part."[/b] Marcus swung open the doors to the chapel and raced out into the swirling sands, his mind focusing in on finding Sybille, and maybe Ali in the process.

Marcus looked around constantly now that he knew Sybille was close. He had received sporadic reports of operatives who died in the field due to mysterious means, usually over run by some horde of creatures or something that wasn't absurd. But he always heard about a pale man who was always around during their deaths, every witness he questioned revealed that same fact over and over again. He had a fair understanding of some of the powers he had stolen, but he never could be too prepared, his runes protected him from almost all sorts of things and it was easy to observe since his runes created beams of light wherever contact was made. Other things simply dissipated when they got to close to him or cause other effects he had heard of when he had spared with other HDF members. He pressed down on the gas, sending the Bear tearing through the sand as he rushed back to the housing unit. [b] "I think we need to drop of items of burden first before we go back."[/b] He simply said as he tried to push as much power and speed out of the Bear to get back as quickly as possible. Sasa was right in being concerned for their safety out in the harsh sands of the Egyptian desert. Pocket spoke up rather quickly after his statement. [b] "I can just store all of our stuff in my mind, Marcus." "Aye, I am aware of your power Pocket, I'd like to keep your head full of only the necessary items, we have far too much equipment with us and i understand you gain sever headaches that could hinder your performance. And I would like to keep you at your best."[/b] Marcus made a sudden turn and they were in the town and quickly were at the house when he pulled up to the garage and tapped the console to open the garage. He set the Bear in park, but left the ignition on and jumped out of the car, everyone else followed suit and walked inside. [b] "Just set everything down anywhere, we will place it in your appropriate quarters when we return. Wait here please."[/b] Marcus hurried back to his room and went into his desk pulling out a few clips of spare ammo he had carved runes into for back ups. He returned to the crew and handed each of them a clip. [b] "These will help if Sybille returns or if any of his creatures appear. These won't kill Sybille, but they will make him think twice."[/b] Jeff just gave him a cold stare as he simply handed his to Pocket, Pocket nodded as her clip vanished into her mind along with Jeffs and Sasa pocketed her clip and they all readied their weapons. They all went back into the garage and Marcus scooped up the keys for the Dune cat and tossed them to Jeff. [b] "Now, I have an idea so that we can catch Sybille off guard if he shows up. Jeff and Pocket will take the Dune Cat and head west, i want you to circle around Ali and Demetri's location, Sasa and I will take the Grizzly Bear and we will head straight for them. Hopefully everything goes well and Sybille keeps his distance for now if it doesn't then at least we have you two in reserve. Anyone disagree?" [/b]He got a small shake of hsi ehad from Jeff, Pocket didn't say much as he saw the anticipation in her eyes of finding their leader and their win warrior. [b] "That seems like a decent enough plan to me. Lets get moving then."[/b] Sasa said as they all hurried to their vehicles with Sasa jumping into the driver side seat and Marcus taking the passenger. Jeff had the Dune Cat started up quickly and had her racing out of the garage, out of the town and into the desert sands. The Grizzly Bear fell behind the Dune Cats speed but still pushed forward hard. They rode in silence for a few minutes before Sasa spoke up. [b] "Before we get to Ali and Demetri, I'd like to see your face. I see that your hands are covered in marks, but you hide your face pretty well." "My apologizes, it has been sometime since I've been around HDF members." [/b]He pulled of his hood and revealed to her his tattooed exterior, he saw something of slight surprise in her eyes to see his face covered as much as his hands. [b] "Pretty intense for you to cover yourself in tattoos like that. Hope its for a good reason."[/b] Marcus grinned, the sudden flash of white across his almost black face easily drew attention. [b] "Aye, it is indeed. Otherwise I would have to draw every single rune i knew for my powers, this way I can just strike out and something always happens."[/b] Sasa turned her eyes back to the sands before her as they sped through the desert.

[size="2"]The sun was high in the sky when Marcus decided to go for a walk around the town he had been stationed in for this new mission. He wore his jacket with the hood up, everyone else in the town wore loose fitting clothes and tried to avoid from leaving their homes today since the heat was almost unbearable. For Marcus, however, he couldn't even feel the heat let alone the beating rays of the sun. A few of the runes on his body protected him from fire and, subsequently, the warmth of it as well, which in Marcus' eye s was a fair trade off for what he needed to do. A price he happily paid for the power he obtained, and he would need all he could get if he was going to keep going on with his missions. The locals that were out gave him scared glances as they went about their day, they called him 'The Warded Man' in this town, and a few others he recalled said pretty much the same in their own languages and other sayings. The stares didn't bother him, he kept the hood up for their sake not his. He remembered a time when he use to feel self-conscious about his runes, about the looks people gave him and the fear in their eyes. In a select few of those stares he could see more than just that, it was the racing mind of someone trying to understand why he would do that to himself. They understood nothing of the blood he shed or the lives lost in pursuit of his former comrade, so much of that blood was his own and the lives were the people he couldn't save and their bodies piled far too high in his mind. He quickly lost track of time, his mind pulling inward as he thought about where his lift had brought him. He regretted many things, covering himself in his runes was not one of them. He went back to the house that the HDF had constructed for him and any other operatives that came his way. From what he understood of these most recent orders, he would be assigned to this team and stay with them as long as they required him. He grew tired of his isolation, in his mind he was going to stay with this team as long as he could. He looked forward to being around people he could relate with better, especially since he understood they were all looking for the same thing. And Marcus would take all the help he could to bring down his former teammate, that was something Sybille never got when it came to their group and Marcus couldn't wait to finally get his symbol covered hands on Sybille's neck and finally have his mission over with. When he finally made it back to the HDF housing unit they supplied he thought about how extravagant it was for only one person. But, they must of had someone at HDF headquarters that could see the future, and he was sure someone could see either the success or failure of his 10 year long pursuit. As far has Marcus was concerned, his success depend on him, and him alone since he believe his 'destiny' was set by only his choices and his own hands and maybe a nudge or two by the HDF set him the right way. The housing unit was easily three times the size of some of the buildings in the small town, built with six bedrooms, four bathrooms a living room that double as the main meeting area, a kitchen and a two car garage. The living room was complete with a table that was a computer and a plasma TV where they received video calls and could speak to their commander face to face. Each room had been initially barren of anything useful, Marcus's was the only one that was being used and he used it as a sleeping area and where he kept all his important files and information. The other rooms were outfitted only a few days ago to accommodate the others to their tastes, at least Marcus hoped they got them right. When Marcus walked into the house, the sun was getting close to setting and he knew they would be arriving soon, so he prepared himself but undressing down to a simple loin cloth before approaching his closet, reaching in and pulling out his plain, hooded robe and slipped it on and secure it with a runed inscribed sash. He slipped on his sandals and went over to the desk in his room, he opened a drawer and pulled out a hand polished, wooden box that appeared seamless all along the box. The only things on the box were am assortment of symbols along the boxes sides. Marcus placed his first two fingers on a symbol and the box suddenly clicked open. He lifted the lid and pulled out his only modern weapon to check it to make sure it would fire if needed. The Desert Eagle had runes scratched into the gun itself, the symbols provided it a longer life and kept it from jamming, the symbols did wear after awhile and needed maintenance every few years or so to keep the marks fresh. He placed the gun back into the box and sealed it back up, picking up the case and tucking it under his arm as he walked down to the garage and flicked on the lights and looked to the vehicle he would need. It as a fairly simple choice since one vehicle was built to hold seven people, the other only held three but was light weight and faster then the seven seater. The Seven seater, also known as the 'Grizzly Bear', was heavier and had heavy duty wheels made to tear through the dirt and sand of Egypt with a V8 engine that was tweaked and modified at that it easily produced 900 horse power. Marcus gathered the keys for the Bear and seated himself in the driver seat, he set the box on the passenger seat beside him and opened it up again. Pulling out the gun and reaching over he pulled out a secret slide drawer that was fitted for his specific gun, along with several other compartments through out the vehicle to hide any weapons they needed storing. He placed the box behind his seat and was about to start the Bear when he hard a beeping noise. He looked to the center console and lifted the lid to see a small ear piece with mic attachment. He pulled it out and stuck it in his ear and clicked the small button. [b] "This is Warded Man, whats is going on HQ?" [/b]He heard only silence for a long time before someone spoke on the other end. [b] "Warded man? What the hell kind of name is that!" [/b]He heard his commander Hank yell on the other end, it always brought a smile to Marcus' face when he could drive Hank crazy. [b] "Locals tagged me with that name, thought it was catchy so I kept it. Whats going on commander?" "The plane with the new team has gone off the radar, we are assuming the worst,"[/b] Hank went silent for a moment as he chose his next words carefully. [b] "We believe Sybille is following them."[/b] Energy flared through Marcus with those few words spoken, he took the ear piece out and tossed it onto the passenger seat and clicked a button on the dash where the radio would be and the garage door opened up, far to slowly in Marcus's opinion as he raced out the garage almost clipping the door as he punched the gas and peeled out to the outskirts of the city to reach high vantage point. He parked the Bear and searched through the vehicle for the binoculars they hid in these damn vehicles. When he finally found them he stood on the seat and looked out with the binoculars to see the plane in the distance, he just made out it going down and the shadows of parachutes in the sky. Marcus sat back down and set the binoculars aside and put the Bear in drive and stomped the petal down, the endorphins in his body were mixing with the magic flowing through his veins giving him the energy to drive forward as fast as possible. If he could get Sybille within reach now, it could all be over tonight, he only hoped it would be that easy. OOC: Glad to be joining in on this, hope this will spur on some more posts.[/size]

[b]Name:[/b] Marcus Demos [b]Age:[/b] 32 [b] Appearance: [/b]Marcus is, quite literally, covered from head to toe with tattoos. Normally, this would seem rather normal since itâ??s not uncommon to see people with gratuitous amounts of them. Marcusâ?? tattoos are all of ancient symbols of magic that he collected over the years. The only tattoo he has that looks normal is on his chest, it is a group of seven crows with their wings expanded and of varying sizes. When looking at the crows more closely, they are intricately created by dozens of symbols per crow. Marcus stands at about 5â?? 10â? and has a medium build, he has dark brown eyes. He is completely devoid of body hair, his head and eyebrows have been shaved and replaced with the symbols. Due to the magical charge of all the symbols, the hair does not grow back once it is removed from his body. He typically covers up by wearing a zip up hoodie and any pair of pants he can find, it is common to see him walk around with only sandals on. When he is going into a situation he knows he will involve conflict, he wears a hooded robe that he simply ties a piece of runed cloth around his waist. [b]Personality: [/b]Marcus has a rather friendly personality, despite his rather extreme appearance. He prefers to be able to have long conversations with people around him, whether they are comrades or strangers. He laughs freely and focusâ?? more on strengthening his bond with others so he can form a coherent team. There are, however, times where Marcus will retract into himself. Times where his memories of a troubled and far to eventful life that resulted in him covering his entire body in his trade. When those times arise, he pulls away from the world and looks inward, he becomes irritable and difficult to talk to. Luckily these moods of his donâ??t appear often which makes him bareable, even when his voice reaches almost obnoxious high levels when he jokes around with others. [b]Weapons: [/b]Marcusâ?? primary weapon is his own body, or truthfully the symbols on his body are his primary weapon. He uses whatever fighting style he can think of to bring down his target, the only specific style he uses is called Dim Mok. Other than that, he occasionally carries around a .50 Desert eagle with runes and symbols carved into the bullets, each one down by his own hand to get it precisely right. [b]Ability:[/b] Marcusâ?? ability is that of making symbols, especially known magic runes, into offensive or defensive weapons. The markings on his body are already permanently imbued with their distinct strengths; some are symbols for causing severe damage while others are there to provide a personal shield around his body. There are gabs in his armor of magic but not many make it through, other symbols on him provided more strength or agility for necessary situations. Any other symbol he draws out can be given a single property of his desire. The rune itself does require that he give some of his own energy to give it strength, and the more powerful the runes ability, the more sever the drain is on his body. He typically tries to avoid from making the rune any more complicated than it has to be. Even his own personal runes are only effective if he can touch his target.

The pull was weak, in Vectis eyes, but strong enough to make Vectis move ever closer toward the force that the Jedi on this planet had. He needed to find them, needed to confront them, and he needed above all else to destroy them. He would satisfy his dark hunger for their blood, cutting them to ribbons with his sabers. As far as he was concerned, they need all to be eradicated from this galaxy with such force and fierceness that they could never recover. He envisioned one day that he would bring war to their temple, and smash it into bits, killing hundreds, if not thousands of them, in one fatal swoop. But for now, he needed to focus on the battle at hand. He had worked his way back into the heart of the assault, fighting with a renewed vigor has he swung his twin sabers with fluid grace. Killing was no issue to him, his troops fought hard knowing he was part of the battle and any failure on their part would result in a far worse fat then death on the battlefield. [b] "Push forward troops, bring down the Republic!" [/b]Vectis swung his sabers again, decapitating three republic troops in an instant. He deactivated one saber and tapped his com. [b] "Bring in the shock troopers, I want them dropped into the thickest part of the battle. Sniper teams maintain a perimeter, bring down the republic troops.â?[/b] Vectis looked around for just a few seconds; he saw his troops littered the warzone. Sith armor scattered everywhere from motor shots, cannons had torn apart several battalions and left mere pieces behind. Others were easier to identify, simple blaster bolts to their body putting them down. He noticed his troops, on average, took twice as many bolts before they fell. Their armor blackened in several spots, and since republic troops were not sadist, he knew they were actual battle wounds. As he observed for the few moments, he saw the fur scattered about, and Vectis realized that very few Wookies had actually fallen during these skirmishes and it struck him like lightning. [b] â??Iâ??m issuing new orders,â?? [/b]Vectis said as he deflected another blaster bolt and decapitated another trooper, [b]â??slaughter republic troops has planned, but keep Wookie casualties minimal. Separate the Chiefs and War leaders from the rest once captured. For the Empire!â?[/b] Vectis charged in, using his free hand to unleash a devastating blast of the force. Sending chunks of the beach into the air as the troops in front of him were lifted clear into the air, their howls of terror and screams faded quickly with their rapid accent and dramatic landing. At that moment Vectis heard a roar from his pet, turning in the direction of the sound he showed of his cruel grin. The rancor had been rampaging through the enemy, picking people up and smashing them against trees, killing them instantly, then tossing them into the Republics lines before stomping into them. Its skin was charred in places and his legs cut up and blasted with holes, it all seemed to not affect the creatureâ??s rampage. It charged through the enemy, roaring as it swung its massive hands in a wide arc. Some troopers were caught off guard and had their heads and chests smashed in by the creatureâ??s strength. Plenty of troops rolled or ducked out of the way, dodging the creature and either firing on it or trying to focus on sith commandos pushing forward. Vectis noticed a sudden rush of movement and focused in on that, seeing a lone republic troop charging forward with two rifles in his hands. He wore no helmet, so it distinguished him from the start. Vectis could see the proud look on his face as he rushed into battle. Vectis ran toward the man, ready to finish him in one strike when his rancor trudged forward and snatched up the soldier. The soldier cried out as the rancor squeezed him, he still fired off shots into the beats, but now they were wild shots hardly making contact anymore. He was then swiftly tossed by the rancor, Vectis watched has he rag dolled through the air, and he was confident that he was dead. He let the feeling take hold again and began running forward, needing to fill that need of his. But, as he moved through the battle and came to the area that the soldier had been thrown, he saw something amazing. The soldier was sitting upright, blood on his lips but still very much alive. The republic was being pushed back again, and the soldier was alone as Vectis witnessed some nameless sith soldier walk up to the down republic troop and shot him square in the chest before moving on. Vectis couldnâ??t help but let a small laugh escape his lips, the irony of this soldier trying so hard and survive a rancor attack, to be just shot in the chest by some unknown enemy. Vectis approached the body and searched him carefully, looking for his identification. When he finally found it, he looked at it carefully. His grin grew and a dark laugh erupted from him, he tucked away the identification and walked off toward the source of the power. Their presence was weaker on this planet, but it was still here, the Jedi would soon be gone from this planet and the rest of the galaxy when the empire was through. He drew his second saber as he forced charged forward, eager to get this battle underway. It didnâ??t take long for him to run into the Jedi, to his delight, it was two Jedi, one a Falleen and the other Vectis didnâ??t pay much attention too, he looked human but so did many species in the galaxy. [b] â??Well, well, I finally found you Jedi. I can finally finish you both and be done with this miserable planet. All thought I did enjoy watching my pet smash his way through your army.â?[/b] Vectis kept his cold grin on his face, seeing small reactions from the humanoid Jedi; the Falleen was easier to read since their skin adjusted color to their feelings, fortunately for the Falleen, he was good at maintaining his feelings. The Falleen and the other Jedi pulled their sabers from under their cloaks and posed themselves in battle stances, they activated their sabers. Both sabers threw Vectis for a surprise by their unusual colors, the Falleens saber was a violet color, a rare crystal to obtain, and the other Jediâ??s saber was a vibrant yellow color. Vectis brought his sabers to life, their contradicting colors of abyssal black and shimmering gold, he would bring them down just like that last bunch. [b] â??Come young Jedi, I look forward to breaking your spirits like many before you.â?[/b] With his words just barely leaving his lips, the two Jedi began their assault. He could see very quickly that their training far more extensive then the last batch that had assaulted him. The humming of sabers as they spun and cut through the air, the swift movements of all three combatants proved to be a true spectacle for any running by. The two Jedi staggered their attacks, attacking in impressive precision that Vectis understood very clearly. Swinging his sabers around to block, parry and attack, they two Jedi were much more skilled than expected. He blocked an attack from both and spun quickly, using the force to push them back as Vectis quickly propelled himself into the air as he flipped into the air behind them a small distance away. [b] â??You both are very talented, much more proficient than that last group. Lead by a woorian, of all creatures. They lasted only moments against me, and I hardly even tried. It is fairly sad how poor your training really is, but, what should anyone expect when their own masters were killed because they were just as useless.â?[/b] The yellow sabered Jedi showed his anger on his face, his mood darkened as he tightened his grip on his saber. The Falleen kept his composure; the faintest tinge was there, but not enough to insight a rage in him. Vectis held his grin as he charged forward, swinging his sabers with a renewed vigor. The attacks swift and almost impossible for others to see, fortunately for the Jedi, they could see the attacks and parry and block, but only just. Attacking would have taken away from their defenses and would result in their deaths. Vectis continued his assault on multiple levels, doing what he did best. [b] â??Come on Jedi! Show me what your order really does best at, show me how to die! Your masters showed me very effectively how they died at my saber, seeing their bodies crumple into the dust as I destroyed their bodies and souls. Their Padiwans can fare no better against me!â?[/b] Vectis swung the sabers with such force and power he made the yellow saber Jedi sink into the ground before being pushed away by both Jedi simultaneously. Vectis just kept grinning, the two Jedi were breathing hard now, for two very different reasons. The Falleen was using all he could to survive, the other, was starting to seethe with rage, it was bubbling up inside of him and would soon explode, if Vectis kept up his attacks. He adjusted his stance, readying his sabers as he looked at the two Jediâ??s with his bright, yellow eyes. The hunger grew, and it would only subside with the deaths of these two Jedi, and he would have their blood, one way or the other.

Leo had carried Sarge's stuff to the ranch they had discovered, keeping to himself due to the events that had occurred. He felt almost useless since he hadn't acted, he hadn't thought to use his mace to smash the bears skull, or to even simply break a limb with his strength. He would have preferred to say he hadn't acted out of fear, that he had been paralyzed with fear. But instead, he had been dumbfounded by the raw power of it, he craved to learn about it even thought it wasn't his area of expertise. He envied its unbelievable strength and endurance, the super bugs couldn't take much of a punch, let alone several shotgun shells to the body. If there had been more of the bear, he would of taken some to study, but it was in pieces so small that none would be able to tell much from it. When they had arrived at the ranch and talked with the nice couple that took them in, Leo felt he should help in some way with his agricultural background. He walked around until he found their patch of growing food. It was in weak condition but would be enough to take care of the couple for a while. Leo quickly went to work, adjusting the soil, disregarding its poor quality and worked with it. Agitating the dirt and even using some of his recycled water to give the plants a fresher feel then they would ever have again. He got so wrapped up in his work that he didn't hear the old man come up behind him and stand beside him. [b] "What you up to big fella?"[/b] The old man said gently, Leo stood with a start. Freezing for a few moments, the height differences between the two were enormous. The old man was hunched with age and hard work, Leo was easily the tallest and largest man known to the desolate world. [b] "I..I...I was just ummm"[/b] Leo stammered as he tried to get his bearing on the situation. The old man held his hands up and tried to get Leo to relax. [b] "Its alright boy, I just wanted to see what you were up to with our old garden here."[/b] The old man looked at it carefully, seeing the work Leo had done to the small patch. He nodded his approval and looked back to Leo. [b] "You did a mighty fine job young man. Those plants look healthier already."[/b] Leo grinned proudly at him, almost feeling like a child again. [b] "Its one of my strongest areas from where were use to live. I kept the plants alive so that we had fresh enough food. Wat you got here will take care of you both for a long time, and with my small contribution here, they will sprout something a little more fulfilling."[/b] The old man patted Leo on the back, since he couldn't reach his shoulders. [b] "Good, glad to here it'll all be taken care of. Make sure to come in tonight, I know its small but its safe. And after you're adventure today, its better to feel safe right now with all your friends."[/b] Leo nodded at the old man as he turned and walked away, leaving Leo to his thoughts again, and how he would handle the next situation.

[size="2"]The battle waged all around Vectis, he was deep in the conflict know. Swinging his saberstaff with ease and grace that came from only centuries of practice. The roar of blaster bolts and cannon fire were almost deafening, but none of it disturbed Vectis in the least. The purge troops were very successful from what Vectis heard over the links, keeping them secret was a far more effective tactic and he was determined to take this disgustingly green planet. Vectis roared as he leaped into battle yet again, deflecting blaster bolts and removing heads, hands and limbs or just simply separating torsos from their lower halves. Each swing was violent but efficient, the pleasing sound of a lightsaber twirling in the hands of a well trained master. Vectis was suddenly hit by a disturbance in the force, in his opinion, a weak version of his own. He could feel the closed mindedness of it and of its user, it was sickening to his mind and he needed to destroy it. He swiftly moved through the battlefield, taking down anyone who got in his way as he came to a sudden stop. Sliding across the sand and looking into the dark hood of a Jedi, Vectis smirked at the young woman. [b] "Jedi scum! How nice of you to finally arrive." The Jedi kept her cool, speaking sternly and calmly. "We have been here all along Sith, waiting for you the moment you arrived."[/b] Vectis' smile grew suddenly, the possibility of a challenge always brought out the most rage in him. He didn't need the rage, but it was always pleasant to touch on the roots his master had taught him to use. [b] " We is it? Where are your brothers and sisters dear Jedi? I hope they didn't get lost in the woods, I can always find them if need be."[/b] The jedi pulled her hood down, revealing she was a Wroonian, her blue skin glittering in the sun light and blue lips pressed together in anticipation. He would enjoy taking her saber for his collection. Within moments of Vectis speaking four more figures appeared, all of them cloaked and giving off distinct vibes of force use. He could see some faces, others he cared little for who they were, they were all going to die today. All of their lightsabers ignited, varying colors of green and blue stood before him, horribly opposite of his black and gold saberstaff. Vectis couldn't contain his grin anymore and readied his saber, and in an instant, they were all charging him and swinging. Vectis acted immediately, bringing his saber down to block a low attack and lashing his hand out to back hand another going for a high swing, adding the force behind it smashing into the jedi and sending them sprawling into the ground and sliding away in a daze. As sabers made contact, they hummed and buzzed with the pressure of being pressed up against each other. Vectis took advantage of their group attack, bringing his head down of the face of another dazing them momentarily which allowed Vectis to blast him with the force, smashing him into a tree as Vectis swung his saber again, swinging more violently at the three assaulting him now. The Wroonian tried to move from the front and get him from the side, but failed utterly when Vectis kneed a female jedi in the stomach and rolled over her back and brought his saber up behind him, separating head from shoulders. Her body falling limb to the ground as the Wroonian stared in shock on her companions quick death. She shook it off and her and the other Jedi charged him. Vectis quickly twisted his saber in to their attacks, using only one hand to move and spin his weapon to block their attacks. The Jedi who had been made to eat sand was standing again and running at him, using the force to propel himself into the air to come down on Vectis. Vectis pushed away the twos attack and rolled backwards and stood back on his feet as the Jedi landed where Vectis was moments ago. Vectis feel his blood pumping, toying with these Jedi was proving to be more fun then he had anticipated. [b] "Whats the matter Jedi? There was five of you, your masters poorly trained you all. I mean, look at that poor creature I just killed. Can you smell the glory of it all! But, I guess that's what you get when you face the being who killed your masters to begin with."[/b] Vectis always knew what buttons to push, the who had failed to jump on Vectis suddenly charged him with rage in his heart. The intent to kill was racing through his mind, Vectis could feel the raw power of it, but it was nothing compared to his power. Vectis reacted quickly, deactivating one side and spun his saber effortlessly and removed the Jedis hands. He then quickly snatched the Jedi by his ruined arm and swung him around and slammed him into the sand with enough force to cause a depression. He then quickly focused the force and blasted straight into the Jedis chest and point blank, killing him instantly and then swinging his saber back into position with both sides ignited again. Vectis could see the pain in the eyes of the remaining Jedi, the one he had sent into the trees and returned as well, taking in the situation before they all stood ready before him again, sabers in hand and a new fire in their hearts. The fire that burned so hot right now, was a fire that burned in all Sith. They would never reach that point, if they lived today they might even go into exile because of it, but they would never see the night. [b] "Poor, poor Wroonian, all of your friends are dying, and you will all be next! You can do nothing about it, isn't that just terrible sad. Just so, pathetic of you, to care about these ridicules creatures. Good thing I exist to destroy you all, its a better existence in the end."[/b] Vectis kept his grin, the image permanently being imprinted in the minds of the few before him. They stood strong, Wroonian maintaining control as she held her saber firmly. [b] "You will die today, and I will avenge everyone that you have killed Sith." [/b]With that said, the three charged, their moves more coordinated. They took turns swinging, never a moment where a saber wasn't making contact with Vectis' blade. He maintained a one-handed grip, spinning and moving with their blows, deflecting everything they threw at him. He noticed a sudden change in they way they fought, the Wroonian and another started to back off, leaving it to the one he had tossed into a tree, noticing now that it was a female Miraluka that took on the fight. Their exceptional ability at the force made them ideal Jedi, this is one he would finish quickly. He switched to a two handed grip and fought her off, she suddenly switched up her attack and started to go right for the center of his saber staff. She was quick, but not quick enough. He batted her away easy enough, until he saw her come down one more time. This time, he let her make her move, feeling the wave of triumph before the move had been followed through. He made her regret her choice in coming down like that. Moments before she was on the center of his saber, the pulled them apart, revealing his dual sabers instead of a regular saber staff. The look of shock on her face as she came down was priceless to Vectis. With his sabers pulled apart he quickly thrusted them forward, both of them going through her body and slicing the sabers through her, sending her diced up corpse to the ground. Vectis looked to the two left over, gripping a saber in each hand. These Jedi had not been ready for this, never had they faced someone like this before and with a saber constructed in such a way he had the advantage no matter what they did. Vectis yellow eyes focused onto the two Jedi, his grin waned now. He was growing bored now, three of the Jedi were now dead and these two were all that was left. [b] "I'm through with these games Wroonian. It was fun for a while, but your time has come, be proud that you followed in your masters footsteps very closely."[/b] Before they could say anything back, Vectis struck, swinging with more speed and power then he did before. They used every ounce of strength and skill to just hold him off, but it wasn't enough. He swung one saber and quickly came up with the over, the saber finding it way into the Wroonians last companion, starting from his ribs and exiting from his right left shoulder. Vectis quickly changed his position and twirled around the Wroonian and cut the back of her knees, causing her to lose her footing and fall on her knees. Vectis then swung again and removed her saber wielding hand, she screamed in pain as she knelled before him. Vectis held a saber to the side of her head, which was hanging low now as she breathed heavily. She looked up at him, her eyes not as bright as they had been moments ago. Vectis had broken her like so many before her. He stared at her hard with his Sith-yellow eyes, those would be the last eyes she ever gazed upon. [b] "Finish me Sith scum, I am defeated."[/b] She growled at him as she kept trying to catch her breath. Vectis grin appeared on his face again. [b] "That's Sith Lord Vectis Wroonian!"[/b] Vectis swiftly swung his saber, removing her head and kicking her body to fall on its back. He deactivated both sabers and secured them to his belt. He instantly went forward, looking for the new source of force energy coming from up ahead. In mid-step he stopped and stood completely still, a shot was fired and Vectis deflected it with his gloved hand and then quickly lifted the assailant from his hiding place. A republic sniper his troops had missed, probably fled from his squad and thought he could redeem himself. Vectis hurled the soldiers as hard as he could, the mans screams vanishing with the growing distance. Vectis turned back to the source and continued forward, ignoring everything else but finishing this battle and taking the planet once and for all.[/size]