Capital Prime

[Dugan195]

Tozzar looked at Terra as they walked. Quickly he looked back ahead as she started to probe him for information, "What am I about? Hmmmmm....money, violence, sex, power. Those are the things I have lived my life for...or atleast they use to be," Tozzar said as his eyes went into a trance looking back over his life, "My deal is I am a brutal murderous borderline psychotic Telth who has lived a life of greed, corruption, and distasteful actions. I have thrown comrades under the bus, sold out the innocent, killed in cold blood. I have done things that make weaker men skin crawl. I did them without blinking a ******** eye, " Tozzar's voice grew serious as he spoke, "Or don't you remember what I did to your employee who delivered the message of Barney's kidnapping? And that was after I decided to just pay the ransom." Tozzar had a fit of manical laughter. He walked a little faster than Terra. He spun around back towards her with his eyes wild and full of rage and full of confusion. "And yet here I stand. Leading an army. Trying to tear down the same organizations that have fed me and my sick pleasures for my entire life. My deal is I am the snake in the grass waiting to bit my prey to devour on until its time to eat again, not the proud eagle flying high in the sky for others to look up to."





Tozzar looked at the screen showing all of his light played out in front of him. Being a spy, seeing intimate moments of a life weren't that shocking to him, even his own. It brought out more annoyance that his life could be found so easily, then it did anger that they had spied on his whole life. The man in the weird outfit in front of him made him laugh. "I'm not all that special. Most of those events are the result of someone elses bidding, and I merely the tool used to play it out. I'm afraid you might be giving me too much credit. Am I proud? Pride is a useless emotion. It is what keeps the would-bes from being true players. Only a true player realizes sometimes you must let your pride die for the greater gain. So no I am not proud of my life, but I do not care about being proud, only the results of my life."  

[Joa-Boo]

“I just don’t get it. If you’re the scum you say you are than why are you here? Why not sell that information the first chance you got? Unless of course that isn’t who you say you are. You know I have been watching you for some time. Ever since the day you sat down at my table in the casino I have been trying to figure out who you are. You are still pulling some cheap s**t lies with me. You know what I think; you have no idea who you are.” Terra’s words crashed forward with such weight at the end that she was almost standing over you. “You’re not a snake. You might want to be but you’re not. This whole fleet looks up to you and you better start playing that part. If you mess this up for any of us I will cut you up and deliver you all over the galaxy in separate boxes with detailed instructions of how to ******** the contents inside. You might not know it but some of us have been working on this for a very long time. You are just the catalyst and until you run out we will have to ride your coat tails.” Terra had to be talking about her city. Sizzir wasn’t much in the grand schemes of things but what she was doing there hasn’t been seen for centuries. Public officials, elected officials, and power in the hands of every citizen, while not all of it was obtained in the most just way Terra was really trying to break down the total commercial control of the galaxy. “Look… I don’t mean to come off too hard. It’s just, not a lot of people get this far. I’m scared something will go wrong and all of our efforts will be for nothing. You being the slightest bit identity confused just scares me. I have a bad feeling that going tomorrow will only confuse you more.”





“It is funny that you would blame your work on those that ask you to do so. Are you a puppet Mr. Tassadear? You really don’t have to answer that. I doubt you know the real answer.” Number Two asked as he made his way to a grouping of lights hovering over the place where you grew up. As if to remind himself of what he was dealing with he quickly skimmed the information that was at the ready. “You see the illusion is control here. I have spent my whole life trying to master the illusion of control. What I have come to peace with is understanding that everyone answers to someone else. But I must digress. Your past is highly irrelevant compared to what we are considering the largest stunt of the decade. You openly declared war on a way of life that people have settled into for almost a whole century now. You challenged those who have all of the power, resources, and control with only your passion to fight back with. I do love a good underdog story Mr. Tassadear.” Number two snapped and with it every light that represented an event prior to your stunt vanished. The old man crossed the room now to the only lights remaining, the space around Sizzir and the mining facility. “What will it take for your full cooperation?”  

[Dugan195]

Tozzar stopped walking as Terra spoke, he wanted to come back with a witty remark, to say something smart and brush off what she had just said about know who he was. Years and years of his life Tozzar had known who he was. For years he was just Tozzar, a man in a shitty universe trying to make the best of it. If you couldn't beat them join them right?...bu now everything was...different. He could beat them. He didn't have to join the corruption and evil that raked their society. Finally someone had to power to fight back, to take the fight to them, and that someone happened to be Tozzar. This power to change the entire galaxy had changed Tozzar. He wasn't the same man he was when he signed up with the UA. That was for sure. Tozzar turned to a window pane and looked outside at the mining facility around them. "I'm not confused. Confused isn't the right word for it Terra. I know the man I was. I know what man I am becoming. It's just, I don't know if I really am either of those men."



The illusion of control, it was a term he was familiar with, all spies were. The people they were sent to spy on usually where the victim of that illusion, Tozzar playing the part of fabricating it. Was this Cor trying to tell him, he was nothing but a pawn? They hadn't meant for him to get this information, he seriously doubted they meant for him to proclaim it to the galaxy like he had. Not this group, Troyce was always for Tozzar coming to join his shadow war, it was the very reason why they were always at ends with each other. They had simply wanted to use different appoarches to the same end goal....no he was no puppet.

Tozzar walked over to the remaining lights of Sizzir and the mining facility, "My full cooperation. I know nothing about you. Not even your real name. I don't cooperate Mr. Two. And you are wrong about me having only my passion to fight back with. I have the truth, I had undeniable proof of the terror lurking on the fringe of the universe and I have the balls to stand and fight. I stood in between two armies about to go out in total war and brought both of them to heel with this information. My numbers swell with each passing day, rebellions, riots, protests, entire companies are joining my cause Mr. Two. You and Troyce had all the information, you had all the spies, all the connections, all of the illusion, but you could not control it. You need me Mr. Two, you know it even if you won't admit it. The fire I lite burns brighter than any you could from the shadows. It is the blaze the will consume the galaxy Mr. Two, and that illusion you talked about..that is where I need you. This blaze burns fast and hot, while it is still young it can be put out quickly. I need your resources to start knowing how and where to strike, just as you need me to do the striking. Without one another we are useless Mr. Two, together we can burn the house down."  

[Joa-Boo]

Terra watched you as you spoke. She watched the gears turned through her question, as though arriving at the answer was some wild ride. Then when you finally found your words, she was astounded. Her body hung motionlessly in a way as if your words froze her. Just when she thought, she had her finger on you, just as she thought she had you figured out, you twisted beyond conformity. Maybe that was your big secret all along. You defied conformity. Then again, what revolutionary leader did not?

Terra looked back behind her. Then she twisted to see down the halls. The two of you were not that far from your quarters at this point and the cost was clear. Like a telth tiger, Terra pounced on top of you… (skipping)



“My apologies Mr. Tassadear, I am in many capacities where I make the commands, I did not mean to suggest you would be working for me. Curse my one trick tongue, I mean to say what will it require for our cooperation.” Number two shrugged off his previous statement as if it was one of those small lights he seemed to control. He stepped closer to you, ready to negotiate. “Here at the irrational numbers we like to create signed contracts documenting the agreed upon unity. Here are our demands before we pledge all resources to your cause:

A number of undercover agents have not met their quota for the past year. This most likely means completing their espionage would compromise their cover. For many agents this could mean their life. Recover them from their undercover locations.

Recover Number 48 from Prime
Recover Number 23 from P&G
Recover Number 35 from Tilt

“These demands can be fulfilled at any time but until they are you are in our debt. Now Mr. Tassadear, what are your terms?”  

[Dugan195]

Tozzar sighed, more negotiations, Tozzar never got to do any of the fun stuff anymore, he was always busy handling the administrative side of things. Tozzar looked down at the contract and laughed, "Mr. Two I think you fail to grasp what I am saying. I will not sign this contract of yours." Tozzar took the data slate with the contract and threw it into the screen showing the mining facility breaking both. Tozzar turned and walked back to the center of the room, "I will not work for you, and I certainly will not be indebted to you Mr. Two. I am no one's man anymore. You say you need me to recover your agents in return for your cooperation, however I will not barter with you Mr.Two. If we come to terms here today there will be no need of that. Your agents will be my agents, my soldiers will be your soldiers. I do not purpose cooperation in the sense that you do. This is not a business relationship Mr. Two, what I am here to gain is a merger between our organizations. Your agents aren't meeting their quotas because agents alone cannot win this war. They serve there uses for sure or I would not be here today. Just as my soldiers cannot win this war on their own. I will rescue your agents, but not because I am indebted to you, I will rescue your agents because they will be my allies. My terms, as you put it are simple, you will join my growing rebellion and you or Mr. One or whoever is in charge here will head the intelligence unit for the rebellion, you will work in cooperation with our other commanders to help coordinate our war. But do not take this as you will be working under me, for I am more of a figure head, the spark that gives life to this rebellion. I view my other commanders as equals and serve only as the liaison tying the different factions and groups that flock to my banner. You will retain direct control of your agents and most of their assignments. Obviously their will be occasions where we need you to accomplish goals for the organization as a whole, but so will you call upon my soldiers when for the finishing blows when the time comes. Information is your trade and that is what will change most about the way you currently run business, information will be more free flowing between the different groups within the rebellion, obviously more so at the higher end of the chain of command."  

[Joa-Boo]

“Our notes indicate you have trouble with authority and are somewhat of a loner. We have our ways Tozzar and I want you to respect that. You might think this is some big thing you have started but like you said, you are just a figure head. Sign the damn paper so I can get on with my life. If it makes you feel better then think of it as a ******** formality.” Number 2 grew tired of listening to your words. Something about cooperation with you really made him angry. He realized he had lost his cool and breathed in slowly. You could see him fight back wanting to lash out at you. “It’s semantics Mr. Tassadear. You need only sign and all will be how you want it.” For a quick moment, Number 2 looked distracted, as if receiving a con link call. “I tell you what. I just got confirmation on some important information regarding a spy in the telth portion of your uprising. You agree to my terms and give me some reasonable ones in return and I will give you the name of the rat.” Number 2 smiled a victor’s smile. A yes would have been so easy without that look.  

[Dugan195]

Tozzar eyed his coily, the damned spy. That ******** spy was turning half of his army useless. As long as the spy sat unopposed within his ranks Tozzar could use the Telth forces for very little. Even having them on defense would lead to ruin eventually, once Titletel was ready to strike back at his growing rebellion. It was an immediate danger that grew with each passing day. However signing this paper could be a future danger. Is Number 2 gained power and started to turn his supporters to his faction this paper could come back in Number 2's favor in an potential power grab. Tozzar started this rebellion because he was interested in being his own man for once and doing what he felt was right. He loathed the idea of signing his fate await to some organization when he was fighting that very idea. The look of Number 2's face showed that he was aware of this as well, he figured he had Tozzar cornered and won, however Tozzar never went down without a fight.

"You preach of me readily signing away to you with no proof of intent or capability. I know Troyce was an amazing man, but I know nothing of your organization. So I will go and rescue your agents and you will take care of the spy within my ranks. Once we have completed these tasks we will meet again and discuss long term cooperation between our organizations. That way we will have...trust in one another's sincere intentions. Sound fair?"  

[Joa-Boo]

Number 2 Looked to the side for a moment and then nodded. “It is done. Proving ourselves should be no problem. I am sure you will deliver as well. We will meet again Mr. Tassadear and then we shall join our resources.” Number 2 bowed and then clapped his hands together two times. “Please forgive me but you will eventually get used to this and our methods. Secrecy is vital to our organizzz.” Before Number could finish speaking a thick purple gas shot up from below you. Within seconds you were asleep.

“Tozzar, what the hell are you doing out here?” Simon asked through your con link. His raspy voice was not a pleasant one to wake to. A large space ray filled with a few telth floated above your small escape pod in the middle of space. The only other noticeable location was another mining facility that was far enough away to look like a basketball on your hub. Your escape pod had to be drifting for quite a long time to have floated this far. The space ray above you swooped down and held you near its jaws. The vessel tucked you inward until you hooked against its flesh. The mechanics on the escape pod twisted until an opening appeared. There was a blast of air and then two telthasians to greet you. They both saluted and then helped you up. You felt so drowsy it was hard to decide if this was real.

“Welcome aboard sir!” The two helped you up and escorted you to the main deck where the space ray was being controlled. The first thing you saw when you entered the deck was Simon relaxed in a grand seat and sipping some wine.

“This is a strange way for you to join us Tozzar. I had no idea we would find you out here. Wait, why are you all the way out here?” Simon asked a question and all you wanted to do was throw up. You felt like you were coming off a nightmare of a hangover. Not only that but you had so many questions of your own. “Regardless we are honored that you would join us as we depart for Solar 8 Mining Facility. This is the third of the facilities that Rogak promised us. I was on my way there to seal the deal. Terra should be on her way to the other. You don’t look so great, get a medic down here to check on him.”  

[Dugan195]

Tozzar stumbled forward as he entered the command room, still groggy from the gas. All Simon could hear was a string of mutters and swears at the number two. What had made Tozzar hate the number two so much Simon couldn't say. Slowly Tozzar made his way to a chair and plopped down as medics ran into check on him. They started to run all types of tests as Tozzar giggled, :"Oh I like him. That was great fun, is he a pawn or another player though.....that is the real question. Simon...when did you get here? Where are we going?" Tozzar said finally connecting the dots as to where he was. When Simon repeated the information Tozzar laughed, "Interesting place for a drop off zone. Well then I guess there is no time like the present. Simon you ever have any field action? I always see you behind the scenes running things. I think you should stretch your legs out a little. Forget the Solar 8 Mining Facility message back to command and have them send another diplomat to go do the formalities I am commandeering this ship! We have a rescue mission to go run."

Tozzar snapped his fingers for an attendent and gave him the information he got about Number 23 to the attendent, "This is our destination. Hurry along now the galaxy won't be blazing forever. Now Simon what all do we have in our force?"  

[Joa-Boo]

The attendant took the information and plugged them into the hardware connected to the space ray’s mind. The massive creature swopped at an angle and instantly changed course.

“Tozzar with all due respect what I am doing is important. How do you think you are to change this ships course to… what the ******** Tozzar we can’t go there?” Simon noticed the ships new course and he flipped the s**t out. “P&G you mother ********. You are going to get us killed. P&G is the human’s largest manufacturing and commercial company. They have enough money to make anything happen.” Simon jumped from his seat and ran beside the attendant to alter their course. “I don’t care about the number 23 enough to die. What has gotten into you?” Simon was nothing but a wave of questions. “Why don’t you go drop off with Terra and the two of you could die together.” Simon’s eyes gave you such a dark glare you could of swore he threw a punch at you.

“Sir, P&G has noticed we locked on to their position. They are asking for con information and paper work. They require communication or demand that we lock off of their position.” A communication pilot spoke up from one of his computers to the side.

“We are domed!” Simon whined.

“They are giving us 10 seconds to make our decision.”  

[Dugan195]

Tozzar ignored Simon as he went on his rant. When he got to the jealously over Terra Tozzar smiled. and put a hand on Simon's shoulder, "Oh I know you are jealous that I am spending time wit her and not you, but that's why I am taking us on this adventure dear Simon...can't have you jealous of Terra now can we!" Tozzar laughed as his dark glare tried to sting him. Simon was into Terra, it was obvious, always had been. It must be killing him to see her with Tozzar, but Terra was a big girl...she got to make her own choices. Simon would just learn to accept failure, but it wasn't personal. Tozzar didn't see why he couldn't get along just fine with Simon...if he had an open enough mind to.

"They are giving us 10 seconds to make our decision"

Tozzar laughed as Simon started to panic, well Tozzar's rebellion was certainly making a splash if they were this worried about a random ship heading in their direction. Tozzar leaned back in his seat and smiled. Pulling up his wrist comp he used an algrothim he kept on deck to forge the paperwork to turn note the ship as a trading vessel. "Send them this information and play it cool. Tell them we are doing some small transactions with our wares, resupplying and will be heading on our way. Just a bunch of traders trying to make a living in rough times." Tozzar said with a smirk. The tense negotiations where fun, but this type of field work was his specialty. It got his blood pumping.  

[Joa-Boo]

“P&G this is telth vessel Thipa code 44913 I am downloading our documents now. Just making a drop for more merchandise. We can’t find the cargo we need in large enough quantities so we are making are way to HQ.” Simon filled in the words when it came to relay the information. His professionalism with communication was very convincing. That was his expertise. He shook his head after speaking and glared back at you.

“That’s clear Thipa. Enjoy you voyage.” A fine female voice said with a happy tone. Communications were cut after that point.

“If you let me do all the talking maybe we will make it out of this alive. The communication isn’t the part I am worried about. It is being on Prime that worries me. If one thing goes wrong, being with you almost means it will, we will be in such s**t. You do realize your face is everywhere right. You’re known as a Galactic terrorist. Well and a hero all over but that is not the point. What are you even hoping to accomplish?” Simon was furious, scared, and ready to cut you open if he had the skill to do it. Simon was only ever paid to think. He couldn’t even fire a gun if he had to. He would play the perfect politician if there was such thing.

((You may continue your conversation with Simon but that will not change what happens next. We are skipping 4 days forward))

“Captian Simon…s**t… Tozzar… man who ever the ******** is in charge of this vessel. We are attaching to the space highway in an hour. Everything is set to auto lock and transport us to Prime local galaxy. The space ray will have to be put to sleep while we travel. It will be a week before we reach Prime, it’s up to you if you want to space sleep or not.” Sigel, the lead pilot of the ship announced. You both turned to address him at the same time. The big telth looked so confused.

“Thank you Sigel. You are dismissed. I have a ton of extra paper work I have to fill out now so I will be staying up.” Simon spoke through a fake smile and twisted his head so he could face you. Those eyes blamed you for his extra paper work. At least it was good to hear there was something formal still going on in your overall fix the universe operation.  

[Dugan195]

Tozzar looked at Simon with a laugh, "Oh my face is known everywhere huh? Oh no foiled!" Tozzar said with a taunting smile. He was gonna enjoy this mission. The last couple of weeks had been filled with nothing but stress and boring politician work. Tozzar could do it fine, he was good at playing parts, but this adventure was what he was really trained for. "I most certainly was not a spy before the revolution and certainly couldn't know how to disguise and alter my appearance enough to fool racist humans who all think Telth basically look alike. Not possible! You're right this was foolish, oh well to late to turn back now," Tozzar said with a sneer.


Tozzar had been laughing at the general confusion on who was running the ship at this point. Tozzar didn't see any reason why he should clarify that and just let it go on. Simon might dislike him, but he was a competent commander and was more then capable of ordering the stooges around for him, and it diverged work from Tozzar to he could focus on the mission at hand. "I will be staying up as well. I need to plan our next moves out"  

[Joa-Boo]

“To be honest Tozzar, I have no idea what your skill set it. So far all you have done is royally ruin my life plans. One moment Terra and I are using you to set in motion all that we have worked for and then the next moment I am crossing the universe on a suicide run. I take it you have trained to be a spy. I have news for you Tozzar, the galaxy is getting smaller and there isn’t as much room for spies as there are communication majors.” Simon was proud of his few words. He could see Tozzar was poking at him but Simon still felt that Tozzar was not fully grasping the danger they were in. P&G had huge stakes in the Capital Prime project and Prime was its breeding ground. They would be diving deep into enemy lines. That terrified Simon. He just didn’t understand how Tozzar could be so calm about it all.


Minutes after the sky ray attached to the space highway the rest of the crew, excluding those that drew the small stick and had to check vitals, were put to sleep in small chambers. The ship became dark and only the minimum amount of energy was used. Simon locked himself away in a separate room, the captain’s cabin, and was working hard on completing his paper work. Every once in a while a signal would shoot out from his room. Of course, being a com expert, everything he sent out was crunched in some of the most intense codes and matrixes.

While you stayed awake you were able to find a log of the units abroad and the equipment at your disposal. You spent a good deal of time playing around with the information to plan out your engagement with P&G.
((Info below, you have your choice of what to use))
56 total trained soldiers
10 demolition specialist
10 intelligence specialists
10 medical soldiers
4 champions
Equipment: (see 1st page for more info on equipment)
40 assault weapons = 35 Scists and 5 Thaws
25 precision weapons = 20 Tisheaks an 5 Pulse rifles
5 Tuan rocket launchers
3 speeder mechs and 1 Teutonic mech

((Just so you know what Tozzar knows, your mission is to infiltrate P&G however you can and rescue the Irrational Number agent. You know his location is in chemical research, he is human, and you have a com link number on for him that he is refusing to answer but it still shows his location. P&G is not a military company but a manufacturing and research company. They do however have butt loads of money and could get many military respondents to any scene very quickly. P&G affiliation with the revolution is unknown but they do have a big hand in the CP project.))  

[Dugan195]

(don't know what i am supposed to do while this happens)