When Angles Lasercutter touched his body, it easily cut off an arm - Which instantly regrew. He simply laughed and charged after Angles beyond comprehension of speed, slamming her into a nearby wall. Directly charging after her - not caring for the open wounds her bullets cause as they almost instantly closed down again. Angles managed to roll out of the way and get him stuck in the wall as his entire right arm got stuck in the solid metal. With a diagonal move his entire lower body was gone and she made for the prepared Freighter. The Chef ripped his own arm off and then hurried after her as the body once more regenerated. "THERE IS NO ESCAPE!!" He leaped after her, slamming her down on the entrance ramp of the freighter, readying his fist to punch and pulp her. Quick reflexes let her kick him in the guts, followed by a headbutt and another kick - this time into the chest - pushing him off. She hurried within the craft and smirked as he blindly followed. Angles rolled beneath a hit of fury of his, opening a gas leak. The Woman noticed - But her monstrous enemy did not. Given this advantage she set her Lasercutter on overcharge and threw it at the enemy - landing his face. "Throwing your weapons is not smart, puny lady!" He laughed as Angles fled. The Chef grabbed the Lasercutter and saw it was not just overcharging but an explosive was attached to. "What is this sme...." The Female crewmember of the Galaxy Drive leaped out as the chain-reaction of the Gas Leak caused the entire craft, among with all the fuel tanks to explode so violent that she was slammed into another wall. Although as she looked up, there was some goo amidst the flames. Everything was a bit blurry, but it started to reform.... The Chef who just exploded started to rebuild and soon he was standing there again. Laughing at Angles. "My dear... Seems like you overrated your own wits, eh?" He joked, walking up slowly towards her. The Guns were raised and unleashed upon the enemy, he did not even stand still but kept approaching her. Shots in the chest, head, stomach. It did not matter. And then he was standing in front of her as her weapon just clicked empty. "This craft, and the Galaxies will be mine." His foot raised - aiming to stomp her to death. Just as the leg was supposed to come down upon her it flew several yards off. "WOOF WOOF! I mean... Not if I can help it!" The Mannequin-Wolf was standing there, the cannon attached to his back steaming from the shot. Another shot emitted, another one, another one. Plasma flying through the air, trying to pulverize the creature who now let go of Angles and approached the Wolf. He kept on shooting, knowing that it won't have any effect. Though he made not an inch to move from his spot. The creature reached him and grabbed him, tearing the cannon off first, then the paws, taking him apart piece by piece. Angles growled furiously and wanted to approach, but then heard the wolf. "Don't... I have a plan..." It was in his original Mannequin voice. The wolf was getting ripped apart until the entire system was shutdown. The scraps then were turned into particles as the creature stomped upon them. That done, he returned to Angles who was now standing there with nothing but a knife. "So where did we stop, pretty one?" His smirk was disgusting and Angles hated his face. She roared and assaulted him, driving the knife into his chest, but he did not seem to care. A swift kick and Angles found herself in the wall again. She released herself and ran straight forward - Desiring to avenge the Wolf-Creature she did not get known to in more detail. Angles jumped high, punching him right in the face and landing behind him. He laughed. "Typical Women! Cannot even really hi...." The Chef stopped suddenely, looking at his hands. "What is happening to me?!" Suddenly a huge chunk of plastic grew out of his chest - where the knife was, the hit she just landed on his face, also seemed to had been affected. Before he could do anything about it, his entire physiology became nothing but plastic. Without muscles and capable of balancing himself he just collapsed on the ground and shattered. <Maintenance Tunnels> The Mutated Servants just stopped moving all at once, just before they were to devour the last survivors - Dr. Neclarian, Zelkar, Fera and the Biokalys. OOC: I give you the chance to basically RP the aftermath of this out and then I close this down; Hope it was alright to bot the boss-fight, Angles?
OOC: Well, I suppose you had to bring it to an end. Angles, after picking up Wolfy's remains, heads to the bridge to give more than a few words to the Captain, after picking up the gear needed to go through the doors between her and the Bridge.
Zelkar pulled her sword from a creatures side then cut a path through them so her and the others could get out
Fera- Feras tentacles began returning to her chest as the last of the creatures fell a bladed gauntlet fell back as the creature it was on fell down now lifeless fera tested her radio "You alright angles?" she asked she picked up her cat droid and began looking around with F8. "Lets get our things together and find angles she may need help" Fera said as she gatherd her self together she looked at the few breaches in her chest piece. she could see parts of herself moving about reentering in the armor
~~ Into a new Galaxy - II ~~ In a parallel universe where so many species became greedy that almost the entirety of the galaxy was completely drained, it was required to find new resources to find and utilize. Nothing but consumption ruled. And the main species that ruled here and enslaved the others for their needs, were known as the Dominators. Never having made a lie up about their true intentions, it was all about dominating one another. Be it by being a better warrior, a better lover, a better businessman, a more intelligent person. It was a constant fight for domination around those once around them. So it was obvious that the first expeditionists certainly would not be from the Dominators. In fact they wanted to grant others freedom, give them ten to forty thousand years to develop and then fight for their freedom. They either would be capable of defending themselves from the Dominators by then, or be enslaved once more. ~~ Available Species ~~ Humans of Terra: The Human civilization has spread over a tiny amount of the galaxy ever since the 25th century, from where on then they were to be enslaved by the Dominators. Once a rather hopeful and intelligent race, they now have degenerated to a rather pathetic low-intelligence worker and front-line warrior species. Through genetic evolution these Humans also have developed far stronger physiological attributes, as in thicker skin, stronger muscles, more efficient immune system. They might not be so intelligent anymore, but they can take quite a beating. Reproduction still works the same way. Lifespan ranges up to 70 years usually, mostly due to crappy work environment. Humans of Alpha Centauri: The first colony of mankind was presumed to have never established by an expedition team in the 23rd century. It was never discovered by the Humans of Terra, as the civilization had other plans and also because their star seemed to had vanished on the charts. The Alpha Centauri humans, having thought to be the only humans still alive, invested all their lives into science, given that all of the first colonists were high grade academics it was obvious such thing would happen. By the time the Human Race was enslaved, the Alpha Centauris still gave resistance until the late 30th century, when they were for once dominated. But instead of becoming workers, they became researchers and scientists and even teachers for the Dominators. Their genetics had been permanently alternated by the Centauris before their submission to make them incapable of working. Every Centauri was born Paraplegic but with a far higher nerve density, making them natural prodigies on the cost of their physiology. All records of why, who or how it happened is unknown, not even the Dominators can reverse the effect. Reproduction is usually done by targeted sperm & egg donors. Lifespan ranges up to 150 terran years. Gyzahn of Xyr: The Gyzahn are an Insectoid species with six legs and two claws. They were one of the first species to be assimilated into the Dominators Empire. Never having gone into industry, they still somehow managed to travel the stars. Though in fact, it was just a reverse society in comparison to Mankinds Medieval times. Science was seen as heresy and everyone to be killed, whereas magic was praised. Yet what they didn't know is that what they claimed to be magic, was science. Despite the Dominators attempts to make that clear to them, they simply won't believe. Yet whenever one of the Gyzahns expresses their belief into magic, they are killed, which makes the Dominators believe they finally set them straight. For Gyzahns it is not unusual to be in bi-sexual or even multiple relationships at a same time. Mostly because they reproduce by laying eggs and then having them impregnated by a male. Their view of relationships is more platonic than anything else and reproduction a mere necessity. Due to their huge bodies and far superior physiology versus humans, they are mainly used as the core military of the Dominators. Usually ~80 Terran years of life span. Nightmares of Eclipse: Huge Bi-Pedal only-men species that measure between 8 to 10 feet and live in warrior tribes. Their skin is pitch black, their eyes pure white, even appearing to be glowing. They usually wear a bodysuit that is as black as their skin but has tribal markings on it that look like tattoos. They are natural predators and masters of the hunt, but mostly incapable of social interaction besides their tribal rituals. The Nightmares even might talk, yet seem to choose not to and rather talk via gestures and motion. By the Dominators they were turned into Gladiators for the entertainment of trillions. Despite living in tribes they seem to never have a chieftain but actually live in some sort of direct democracy where everyone's vote counts. Though usually if there is too much controversy they choose to exile whomever is against the majorities idea, if he still thinks he is right, it usually ends up in a trial of combat. The winner is right, the loser is wrong. Reproduction is completely unknown. Theoretically immortal, usual survival age due to warrior nature up to ~150 terran years. Pyras of Pompeii: Small winged only-female species that would remind every human of fairies. They are usually measure one to three feet in size, covered in red skin and having wings similar to butterflies. Their heads are long and thin in comparison to humans, supporting their idea of them being some sort of fairy or elf kind. But their innocent looks is quite a trick, as in reality they can be as cruel as a Nightmare. Their world was called Pompeii once discovered by mankind as it was basically only filled with volcanoes. The Pyras survive due to their strong immune system and unique skin which allows them to basically adjust within minutes to extreme temperatures. They never get sick, the only thing having proven so far to affect them is radiation. They are a species of etiquette, poetry and all sort of upbeat entertainment. They despite war and fighting, and therefor usually diplomats between groups or in the world of entertainment as singers and instrument players. Nobody knows or better said is allowed to study how reproduction works as it is praised as miracle among Pyras, it simply happens at random times it seems and lasts for multiple months, also completely varying, and the birth itself is usually pain-free. They have similar organs to a human female, but it only works for urinating and has no reproduction purpose whatsoever. Usually become up to ~500 terran years old. ~~ Prologue ~~ A huge colony ship has been constructed in the size of Dominator-Dreadnought for an active crew of twenty, while the colonists remain in stasis until a suitable planet has been found. the active crew consists of three pilots, three medical doctors (along with other science degrees) and 14 random selected members of the stasis-colonists. It is completely self-sustaining and has enough supplies to keep all colonists alive for at least two thousand years, plus satellite and other probing units to make sure the colonists can explore plenty of planets before making a choice. As the ship finally left the milkyway galaxy... The fourteen random selected members were awoken... OOC: Char Sheet - Example: (No custom species this time) Player Name: @Uriel1339 Character Name: Berthen Race: Gyzahn of Xyr Class/Role: Pilot Age: 25 History/Background/Physical Description/Skills/Talents/Fears/etc. Berthen was a pilot since the age of 8. Sure he was just a kid, but he loved the pilot simulators! And he was good at it, so as soon as he was 13 and enlisted into the military academy, the path of the pilot was already clearly upon him. By the age of 17 he was already a military pilot, by 20 had his own little frigate, by 23 as Vice-Admiral and by the age of 25 he became one of the three pilots for what could be the last hope of freedom from the Dominators claws. Due to his young age he is quite a free spirit, meaning that he always looks at the positive side of things and doesn't care about formalities really. He just wants to have a good life and now to get away from those that enslaved the Milkyway is basically dream come true. Berthen has a light-orange carapace over his body with light red, almost pink, stripes over his eyes down to his chin. Sometimes he gets mocked for the pinkish texture by other Gyzahns as it is a feminine color, but he doesn't care. Though he is an excellent pilot and knows everything there is about planetary, stellar, interstellar and any sort of travel really, there is little else he knows. So usually conversations with him tend to be about only one thing: Travelling.
