Kayle_Rez

@trinity-blue: @daughter_of_nordok:

Plenty of impacts, a cachophony of roars from ammunition that most worlds would outlaw. A couple misses leaving craters in thick plating of the ship. Hopefully nobody would jump down her throat to heavily. As bullets found a home though an attack came that couldn't be seen. A bullet stopped at the end of the barrel. But Kayle she was the princess of bullets a gun themed queen, she didn't have weapons she had children. And she knew them, when they screamed and spat led, and when they slept in a holster. She knew when they were sick, be it jammed or over heated. The gun hadn't kicked like it should, and so she tossed it into the air. Thankfully she need not risk the gun integrity.

Noir had caught the gun using her unique gear to send the gun back in time to before the round was jammed. And as the gun was sent back it snapped to its holster back where it belong. Of course in combat there was no time to wait for such things. Paying no mind rather Kayle went for grenades on her belt. She retrieved a pair of F.A.K.Ks. Tossing them like wicked curve balls to either side the pirate hoped to encompass the mark in the radius. Two clouds of a hazy yellow substance.

But what was a F.A.K.K grenade? It was a small sphere that burst into a cloud of about three yards in radius. It's components functioned like chemical leaches, seeking to take a series of components from that which was in the radius. It's target was things like calcium, magnesium, fiber, vitamins, sycroplasm and so on. Usually a skeletal husk of being was left of those impacted.

@trinity-blue: @daughter_of_nordok:

"I was trying to streamline my gear. Looking over the report the mark is above my armaments." Kayle remarked over the comm as she walked down the hall. She'd heard what was said by the destructor and so the pirate princess told a bit of a lie. One most would find hard to read given it was mostly true. And as the number named commander lost her shit barking orders and doing commando things Kayle strutted.

Sounds of chaos filled the hanger a theatric intro by the woman in a heroic choice of clothing. A bit of rocking could be felt through the ship and the pirate undid a sucker of crystallized materials. Her narcotic substance savored in her nonchalant stride as she removed a bulky underslung revolver. Spinning the cylinder playfully Rez reached the doorway which of course hissed open, and slightly groaned from damaged gears. "This is Rasputen, and I'm Kayle. We both say hello."

Striking the trigger with rapid succession the bulky revolver barked looking to plant bullets in the pretty face of the bounty. Each bullet moving at three thousand miles per hour outclassing that of most fire arms Kayle hoped it would be enough to land a hit. Each bullet of course was a distinquished sort when it came to Kayle's arsenal. For Rasputen the ammunition had the blast radius of a grenade, it's explosion containable but the nature of it grievous. Through the technology of the space faring universe each bullet exploded as a nuclear bomb. Allowing the pirating bullet princess to drop A-bombs on a bounty in unfair gunplay.

(Not my best still gota do Noir's bio to, I'd feel dirty using her minus one, but I didn't want to hold things up <3)

@alpha_wolf:

To be fair I would off my alt lol. She ain't easy to kill, but someone who's anger equals reckless light speed moves is kind of an issue xP

~some pup on some space station somewhere in space~

"Kayle!" The siren sighed and ordered herself a series of shots knowing the enthusiastic voice calling out to her. "Your about five hundred twelve days over due on shooting things with me." That number rang a bell, not one the feel skinned humanoid was fond of. "Don't be so blue, save that for the sad sack our trio will gun down."

"You're about five hundred and twelve bullets worth of annoyance."

"Oh please I'm worth far more bullets, besides we know you'd almost never hit me. But to not push all your buttons let me make it quick." The fast talking gunslinger remarked.

"Oh thank whatever costumed shits calling himself a god today" the bullet tempest exclaimed.

"So word has it Nordy in all his evil Cosmo glory wants some girl named Trinity Blue or something. I'm betting ex girlfriend but that's not my business." Not good news to hear. Kayle wasn't to familiar with the rivals of most space lords but Trinity was popular enough for her to recognize. And that kind of mark called for a lot of ammunition. "So five twelve and I want to bring her in, thought you could help." That was worse, Kayle wasn't one for teams especially with someone's lap dog. They called her the new Daughter of Nordock, but the numbered name said slave to orders to the princess of piracy. "I know Rezy it ain't your usual but we all know Nordy pays well."

And those were the words to win the gun enthusiast over "done. Consider us the three amigas. Except neither of you are my friends and I don't mind if you die."

@viridian_:

Long ago Kayle Rez was known as a pirate and bounty hunter racking up a body count that attracted legions of law enforcers. Made worse by her theft that could infuriate even some of the most docile crime lords. Hated by the masses eventually the pirate princess was dragged into a prison. She'd flee to a back water world come her escape and for a few years had let her legend fade into the land of myth. However as the Covenant took to the stars Kayle joined them having sense then become one of their admirals. She was a kleptomaniac and the spoils of the war Lady Coven saw as enlightenment was to much to pass by. However the conquest of the stars was a task of epic scale, allies had to be made.

With a rattling roar in the cockpit Kayle's small craft exited light speed looking upon the forest covered world upon the horizon. It's military was known for size and scale but as of yet sounded relatively confined. A world still swimming in global matters was what Aurorez saw and it was wasteful. As the ship came in to dock the pilot followed protocol and procedure. She stated her business of coming "military recruitment" and gave her infamous name. It was entirely possible she'd step out of her craft to be greeted by police. She'd also made it clear she might react in poor fashion to attempted arrest. She wasn't here for trouble but she was a pirate and law breaker first and second an honorable admiral third.

The angular wings of the craft touched down on the platform softly. Forward lasers at the edge of the wings powered down cooling off before the engine. A small way of saying she wasn't here to gun people down. The spherical pod of the cockpit opened rolling upward as the pirate admiral stepped out falling with experienced grace. She was still covered in guns as she was known for, her flight suit though more tight fitting and militarized. It was still suggestive and out of place but more refined then in the past. However the pirate now had violet skin a clear indication that the Keresh Siren had overdosed on the drug of her rare alien kind. "So business or am I in trouble?" Her stance was laxed but drawing a gun was never difficult for the gunslinger.

@feral_nova: no! Excuuuuuuuuse YOU! I'm the one with the look in relation to dem bandits! >.> <.<

lol I love the Bandits, it'd be awesome to see em in rp (and maybe shoot them)

*kills all bandits in the name of the true Firehawk*

(:P lol should do more of these <.< and be cannon lol just a clan of bandits showing up in rps n threads cause their lil messiah is in the rp)

@alexander_apex:

"Did the table steal your product? It's accomplice that mos malevolent of windows?" Annoyed was what she was. Allready there was a screw up, her only flaw coming in was a few drugs in her system. The company though came with a serious failure with there first impression. Despite some sass and agitation however Kayle was quick to look to capitalize on the moment.

Pulling a small table to the room's center she'd get to work. The decorative vase and it's exotic flower had been set down in the corner to make room. Her briefcase was set down and oppened with loving care. The reveal of course being a surplus of weaponry that'd make many arms dealers jealous. Before panic could set in however the siren interjected with a cool and collected voice. "Please sit down at the lack of table and relax your investments will be fine. Besides if I wanted to play Rambo I would of done it much earlier."

A holographic projection of a keyboard and monitor sprouted from the case of guns. "Law connect to what satellites and servers you can. Lex would you please provide myself and my lovely A.I assistant Law the necessary clearance to do my job? In the meanwhile let's get some questions out of the way." A swipe of Kayle's hand and a small window and keyboard was projected her employers way. Meanwhile Kayle relaxed on the table ledge conjuring a bullet from nothing and rolling it along her fingers as she thought about work.

"I need to know everything, who was responsible for the shipment on both ends?Who struck the original deal and what was said deal? What employees were involved was their history questionable? The two most essential questions though are did you allready deliver on your end? If so a double cross would be the most likely bet having gotten what they wanted they sought to take back their end." It was a practice Kayle herself had done plenty but then again that's why she was a good choice. Who better to track thieves then somebody who was one. "And secondly who do you feel would know of this shipment and would attempt to take it?"

Meanwhile Law had been focussing on chasing down the shipment where it came from and where it stopped and everywhere in between those two points. It sought to find any camera or satellite that could provide information. The more clearance given the better the machines odds. Of course what she could find and to what extent Kayle didn't know, still she sought to stay level headed. All these suited clowns did was make a fool of themselves by acting how they had, and the boss while better showed an aggression that wasn't welcome. "The breeze is nice, maybe we should keep it." Gold eyes rolling in unison with sarcastic commentary.

@alexander_apex:

"Finally somebody who sees reason in my employment." The siren remarked finishing her alien narcotic and flipping the stick to have held the crystal. The small stick landing perfectly in a near by trash can perfectly centered. Admittedly unnecessary but the siren had a passion for being a bit of a show off. It was subtlety or the exact opposite for her. "Should be imposing enough that nobody wants to shoot you in the back, but refined and restrained enough that one isn't terrified either."

Offering a hand in polite business gesture the pirate turned to face the superior official. "Kayle Auroez again is the name available as soon as somebody deals with the paper work." She wasn't particularly busy, committing to a security job was no trouble at all. And if matters were as shady as conspiracy theorists liked to claim Kayle thought it all the better.

@executive_liaison:

From thief to pirate to ex con to roguish business woman the experienced war machine enthusiast made swift stride toward the verbal confrontation. A relaxed demeanor made as she leaned against a wall observing the room before removing her far from average narcotic. "The more adequate question is "Ms Kayle Aurorez might I provide a tour or show you to your office?"" She did her best to replicate his tone and mannerism as she made her retort.

"For a place like this you want security that blends in. Not an aspiring god or a terrifying giant something subtle. Best choices to come to mind Stark's brother. But who wants the lesser Stark. And you can forget the child as an option Natasha's a underage bastard. Sarah Mania would of been a fair call but I doubt you want Gothic's tech maniac. Then there's me ambiguous well armed and not a Stark and or insane." Kayle figured she was probably rambling unnecessarily however her ego had served her well in the past. She was also ever so slightly nervous, most business trips for her usually done partly at gunpoint. Legit business was such child play that it was more unsettling then any seedy underbelly comparison.