Zenith: Of the New World [IC Thread, post in OOC first]

[LunaRhythm]

Okay, just to let you know, not all my posts will be this long, this is just to get the ball rolling, and hopefully you guys'll like it. I still need one more guy to play Qaran (See OOC thread for details). I hope you all like it!

Zenith OOC Thread

Thud, thud! went the butt of Zee's gun as she pounded its tail end on the aged and soaked wood of the docks.

"Work you piece of shit! Damn it!" she sighed and rubbed her forehead in attempts to simmer an oncoming headache. Her weapon was low-grade and barely functional, but it was enough to get the job done just the same. You'd think that in Zee's profession that she could afford better...but then again if she could buy better things she wouldn't be kneeling on a wet dock in the middle of the night.

"This is what I get for buying a 51GX; I knew I should have bought the XMK45...they shoot around corners and actually have a scope. This measly piece of B.S. barely shoots on target." She threw her gun down and thumped her head against the extremely large crate she was crouched behind as she waited for her target.

**Flashback**

It was her first day-hit as she crouched, perched on the top of a building, looking out onto the busy traffic as a parade passed. The things she had done for a 22 year-old girl were incredible and malicious, but she had to do them and she had done them with speed, accuracy and no reservations. She didn't ask whom she was killing or why she was putting a bullet through their head; her mission was to kill, not ask questions. The sun scorched her skin as she waited for the perfect shot...that glorious money shot. With her trusty sniper rifle at her side she watched the crowd of waving flags and cheering. Finally after much waiting she spotted the car she had desperately wanted to see. The top was down of the cherry red as the occupant was balding and had the greasiest smile one could muster plastered across his face. She nodded, confirming her target and knelt beside her rifle, taking aim. The feel of the trigger as it graced her fingers was so surreal yet every time felt like the first. Her eyes narrowed, ready to eliminate, as she fought with herself to wait until her target was in range. She wanted that perfect shot...the one she longed for. With a soft squeeze of the trigger a bullet hurled its way into the parted sea of people at neck-breaking speed until finally breaking the skin, shattering the barrier of bone and puncturing his brain, splattering the contents of his head on the lavish interior of the car. Even from far up Zee could see the mess that had been made as the bullet dotted right between his eyes. The crowd gasped and screamed in horror as his body flopped forward onto the cushion in front of him. Zee smirked and began to pack up her equipment while the sounds of chaos and screams played out like a theatrical production below.

**End Flashback**

Just then the sounds of a door opening and two men talking could be heard. Zee's sights locked on a pudgy toad-like man with bluish-tinted skin that looked utterly disgusting. His attire was the complete opposite of him as he was dressed in a black suit lined with white pinstripes and a matching black hat. His skin had pustering boils and many folds of skin as he shined under the light from the slim that covered his body. His nails were jagged and yellow looking utterly infested with disease as he gripped his cane. It was a wonder how this man shook anyone's hand. Zee's stomach churned just from the thought of touching him, then a crooked smile crept across her face as she ducked back behind the crate and loaded her weapon silently.

Finnius Quabb was a horrid man who often paid visits to the companion houses and bars cast out across the city. That night in particular he was on the less reputable side of town, which was nothing out of sorts, except for the fact he wasn't on his usual binge for alcohol or sins of the flesh. No, tonight he was taking care of his dirty deeds and finalizing deal plans. Being in an important position in the mayor's office, being in this side of town would not look good for his public image to say the least. Once the door closed he began to waddle, with the help of his cane, which without he couldn't support his weight properly and tumble to the ground, back into the heart of the city clueless that he was being watched from a pair of killing eyes now perched from the top of a heightened crate. Zee's eyes narrowed as she tried to focus on the fat roll of pale blue skin the bulged from Finnius' dirty neck as a target point.

"One good shot to the back of the head should do it." she said as she took another look at the fat while it jiggled with each waddle. The stench of this thing, because it wasn't a man, alone was enough to immediately knock someone off their feet and as it was married with the noises of squishing as he walked was enough to turn someone green. Lord knows how much he had to pay the companions for their services. Her gag reflexes tightened as she forced back vomit. "Better make it two just for good measure." her voice was choked with sickness as a large pile of slim slid from his crusted and dirty foot. She tried to focus once more, but just the sight of his filthy skin as he waddled was enough to send Zee over the edge as she began to vomit over the side of the crate she laid stomach down on. Truth be known, she was strong girl and that her eyes were not virgins to the highest levels of gore, carnage and raw butchery and other wise she would have been unaffected if it hadn't been for the waft of rancid odor that caught the wind and been served up for her on a silver platter. She could feel it coming and bubble in the back of her throat despite how much she fought it. She couldn’t hold it anymore; her gut tightened and released as each heave came and went until her stomach was empty and the contents of which lay in a steaming, putrid pool on the ground. She spit remnants from her mouth as the cool moist air grazed her skin and then noticed that even though the toad man waddled he did so hastily and now he was out of range.

Muttering curses Zee got to her feet and began to leap from each giant crate to the next that blanketed the harbor dock trying not to lose her balance. Her boots crashed against the wooden tops while she remained focused on not falling and where Finnius was moving. Jumping proved harder than she thought as her well-toned body stretched and pulled exerting much energy to clear the gap each time. As she sprinted, her lips puckered, sucking breath as she jumped and landed harshly on the next adjacent crate, she stepped on a weak spot and began to fall to the ground. Her mind raced and abruptly stopped just like her body as she landed with a loud grunt on the cracked wood.

 

[clonewarrior]

Qaran was a man of a thousand faces not one agent had seen his trued face and lived to tell about it. He considered himself a handsome man but he also did not consider himself an evil man. He provided a service that people were willing to pay for it was the people who bought his goods that killed people. He knew that a hunter was after him one famous for not taking her target alive. He did not know who she was or her face only that if he met her one of them would die.

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Qaran pulled at his cloths the Mimic skin was hot and sticking to his skin as he haggled with the man over price. The neural disrupt NOX 23 was a military grade disruptor and not for sale to anyone but state sec agents. The shipments was part of a lot ordered for destruction after the signing of the Kadar Treaty. Only many on both sides were not happy about the treaty. One side contacted Qaran about buying some military hardware willing to play twice black market price if he could get the shipment in 3 days.

“looks good but I must see the rest” he heard something fall and smash into a number of crates. He pulled out a small knife he hated guns despite making a small fortune selling them he had never used one. “come out and I wont hurt you” like hell you just saw me breaking the law. Chances were that who ever it was, was either a criminal or a law officer. He moved slowly rotating the knife as he cleared away the remains of the crate a shadowy figure emerged.

 

[LunaRhythm]

Zee stood as she heard a voice. 'Shit...' Her figure was dark and ominous, half blending into the shadows, but all the time submerged in them.

“Come out and I won't hurt you.” Who ever it was commanded to her. 'Fuck that.' She thought to herself. She spied the tiny knife he had in his hand, tucked under his sleeve. Giving her head a soft shake, she bolted, disapperaing into the night as she tried to catch her next payment. The wind was knocked out of her, but she forced herself to get up and keep pushing, although the little encounter had given her a moment to catch what little breath she was using now. There was no use for pain or fear any other crippling emotion such as those in her line of work...but that didn't mean that she didn't have them. Sometimes she pushed herself too hard, which might have been the case this time. Even though she hated what she did she still had taken some pride in her work. The toad man turned his head as much as he could and knew what was happening. His speed increased with much force as Zee's upper lip curled in anger.

"Now you just made me mad..." she trailed off as she sprinted as fast she could and with one hand reached for the gun that was in the holster strapped around her thigh. Her temper flared as she paced her breath while trying to aim the gun. As a hit woman, Zee was supposed to maintain a level of anonymity and for Zee to be running after her hit...it was not something good. She knew that if she didn't take care of him then she would be in deep with Jeremiah and to be in deep with him was the same as signing in your own death certificate. She rounded the corner almost into city as Finnius was climbing the stairs to the deserted inner city train. If he made it to that train then she would never get him. Her legs were sore and stiffening, making it harder to run and chase. She made it up the stairs just in time to see her target wander onto the train and desperate for her kill she fired. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the shot missed his head by a few centimeters and nailed the door, leaving a divot. To her horror the train began to move and she would have pursued the chase farther if it hadn't been the collapsing of her legs from the pain. So she laid there, panting horribly, and trying to figure out what to tell Jeremiah. Whatever she said she was going to be faced with a very unhappy Jeremiah and a lot of pain.

"Shit!" she cried as she slammed her fist on the pavement of the elevated platform. Her cheek flattened against the ground as she tried to catch her breath while her heart felt as though it may explode. After much groaning and shaking Zee managed to make her way off the ground and transport herself to her small shack like apartment in an over populated part of the city. The smell of smog choked her as she threw her holster down on the table. She kicked a near by chair over and slammed her fist into the wall. "Of all the hits I've done...I couldn't catch a fat, fucking toad? HOW COULD THAT HAPPEN!" she leaned up against the wall placing hear head down so that her forehead was flattened against the surface. Her fist slammed into the wall, full force as she seethed. Zee was one, if not the best, hit woman there was in the whole city; hits didn't escape her and near misses never happened...they just didn't. Sighing angrily and not even changing from her clothes her aching body was tossed, similar to her gun, on her bed.

 

[clonewarrior]

Qaran followed the screen his shoulder was bleeding and he had no time to stop and treat his arm. He rented a room next to the hunter using a fake identity she was cocky she had thought she got away. He dialed the phone in her room and inserted the voice changing chip into the receiver. “This is reception we have a police call about a shooting they need you to come down and answer some questions”

He followed her out the door when she left he followed from a distance cursing the fact a mimic suit could not easily be changed. she did not go to the police instead she went to his ship. It was a good thing he had been a hitch hiker or she would have been able to get DNA from the key pad. “looks like Mr toad has not been back to his lily pad” said the female bounty hunter.

He followed her to a weapons dealer who would still not give her the weapon without security. When she left he bought the gun and followed her to her car which was fully locked down. He had tried to attach a bomb to the car but the defenses were top of the line no doubt stolen and black market. “turn around and put you’re hands up or I start blasting” he told her stepping out from the blind alley.