(OOC: This RP intrigues me I'm in! Just one question to ask first tho, check your PM inbox^^)

OCC: Alright, due to two requests I am going to expand on this a little to make it a bit easier to join.

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We will start with the post disaster history of several of the key places on Mobius.

Knothole: Being fairly close to ground zero, the village and the forest it was nestled in were hit by a series of powerful earthquakes. A surprising number of the inhabitants survived but were left homeless and wandering. As such thier descendants are spread across the planet.

Floating Island: Although the island remained untouched by the horror the rest of Mobius was facing, the event still took a toll. The Echidnas feared that refugees would overrun them, as a result they inacted an isolation policy. None entered or were allowed to leave. After seven centuries of this, the outside world is basically unknown to them. The citizens of the Floating Island have become very cautions and fearful of this unknown planet below them.

Robotropolis/Mobotropolis: Being ground zero it was completely destroyed, leaving nothing but, a massive crater.

New Mobotropolis: Founded 400 years after it's namesake was destroyed. Unlike the original this city is built on a natural harbor, making it an economic strong point.

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OOC: Here ya go more story.

"Let me see what ya got." Said a young Racoon with a smile as he spoke to a shopkeeper.

"Very good, I have some nice stuff this week." Replied the Shopkeeper as he rolled out a long cloth containing his wares.

Chief among them was the weapons; swords, knives and, guns to name a few. The Racoon eyed them carefully, taking in every detail. He was about to speak up about a certain blade that caught his eye when he heard someone call his name, followed by some loud noises from further down the street. He turned to see his comrade Nick running toward him from further down the market.

"Come on Ed, we got problems!" Said the young bear Nick.

"What's up?" Shouted Ed.

"Captain Perry is causing problems again." Replied Nick.

"Another barfight?" Asked Ed as he begain to follow Nick down the street.

"You know it, picked a fight with a group of damn bounty hunters." Nick

"We better get there fast." Ed

The two made it to the tavern and, entered prepared for a the familar sight of thier leader engaged in a worthless fight.

Ooooooh heck!

This wasn't what he had bargined for. A rare break from the everyday bread and water, a rare windfall to enjoy a small treat once in a blue moon, and this happens to spoil it! Why was his luck just so utterly terrible?

He cowered under the table as the sound of smashing glass and crockery echoed overhead, his face hidden beneath the long, leathery flaps of skin hanging from his arms. He was thin and lanky...unhealthily thin, it would seem, as his ragged black shorts and torn vest hung off him like drapes before a window...and through the long slits cut down the sides of his top to allow room for his wings below his arms, his ribs were clearly visible beneath his brown-furred skin. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, wings wrapped around his shoulders and head down as he tried to become invisible in the melee.

He didn't know how it had started. The first he had known about it was some shouting in the far corner. He had come in to order a small bowl of soup...all he could afford, but for him nothing less than a banquet! He was a street urchin, without a home, and a difficult job at the local dockyards that barely payed enough for a loaf of bread each day, however the boss had recently come into some unexpected fortune at the gaming table and, in a very uncharacteristic display of generosity, had given him a little extra this week. He was far from a spend-thrift...most of the bonus he had carefully stored away in his secret hoard for future times, however he had allowed himself the small luxury of a warm meal in a quiet, backwater tavern in the city slums to remind himself that life might indeed be worth living for a little while longer.

But before his order had come, the fight had broken out in the corner, and like all mob culture, had quickly spread to encompass the entire inn and the street outside as well. He was certainly not a fighter, and all he could do as the battle engulfed his thin form like a huge wave on the ocean swallowing a small boat was dive for cover and hope to goodness that the chaos wouldn't find him.

The din of destruction surrounding him seemed to dull momentarily, as though the fight was pausing and taking a breath, and he gingerly poked his head out from under a wing, extremely large and deep hazel brown eyes staring out from beneath the table to see exactly what was going on. As he did so, a pair of huge pointed ears also strayed from under the leathery covering, standing up atop his head like a pair of radar dishes as they swivled from side to side, listening for any clue as to the status beond his hiding place, and looking at them, one could have been forgiven for mistakening him for some kind of bat. The assumption would have been close, however one small feature of his thin, intelligent features betrayed his true heratage...instead of sporting the usual batlike blunt, piggy nose with wide nostrils, his muzzle was long and thin, pointed in a Vulpine shape and covered with the same silky dark brown fur that coated the rest of his body: the features of a Flying Fox.

It was in that moment that any potential onlooker would have noticed that he wasn't the normal street child. His clothes were ragged and torn, his frame thin and wasted, his fur matted and stained with dirt, but his expression, his eyes held a certain intensity and knowledge within them that was far too great for an average homeless youngster. His face held a cultured, somehow noble air that belayed his apparent teenage youth and bedraggled appearence, and told of a history that wasn't always colored with the torment of street life. And, most importantly, it was clear from the look in those enigmatic brown eyes that behind them worked a brain of impressive speed and complexity, great intelligence and logic. What the boy lacked in strength of body, he could more than make up for in strength of mind.

But mind alone wouldn't save him as the table he was sheltering under suddenly collapsed on top of him! With a cry he lept out from beneath the item of furnature as it crashed to the floor, the body of a now unconsious brawler dropping on top of it, his thin figure showing an impressive turn of speed as he darted around the side of the bar nearby and ducked down behind that, peering with a nervous eye out at the continuing battle going on before him. There had to be a way of getting out of here without getting caught up in the fight!

(OOC: Bit of info on Flying Foxes, if anyone's interested.)

Snap!!!

The sound of a bone breaking. Captian Marcus Perry had heard this sound many times and, just as now it was not normally his bone. In this particular case the sound came from the arm of one of his attackers. Although trying to figure out who was after him and, who was just in a crazed panic was becoming difficult.

It had started simple enough, with an insult. It came from the mouth of one of the members of the group of bounty hunters in the corner. This fellow had noticed the symbol on Marcus's jacket, a black shield, with a golden phoenix holding a sword. This was the mark of an Orion Knight, an order that predated the destruction of the "old world". This bounty hunter got it in his head to say something about the Knights being wannabes, that did not go over well. One thing lead to another and, you get the current situation.

Marcus easily defeated the first of them. The Captain was not one to take lightly. Standing a little under six feet tall and, with muscles clearly seen beneath his clothes. His canine features just added to the mix, red fur with, dark red stripes rapping around his neck and going down his back. Add the scar across his snout and, you have the ideal image of an Orion Knight.

Suddenly someone came from the left, Marcus quickly ducked under a fist and, flung his attacker onto a nearby table. The table gave way under the weight. Marcus thought for a moment that he saw a dark for dart from beneath it but, before he could check he heard the sirens. Loud and, clear they let everyone know the "law" had shown-up. Marcus also noticed his two junior knights near the entrance, trying to make thier way through the fighting. Not wanting to have to explain why one of his order had "started" a barfight, Marcus yelled at his comrades and begain to make his way to the exit.

Ooc Oh nice RP Im in, plus I always wanted to try this new character of mine, Brisemont is copyrighted Alex the Teknian

name:Brisemont Ex Dark legioner
specie:Echidna
age:N/A
sex:male
fur color:gray and his skin has alwais been in a sick pale color since birth
eye color:blue
clothing:he wears his Dark legioner robe covering his heavily implanted body and as a reminder and honor of being a Dark legioner, plus he carryes a sack in wich he stores something that is valuable for him and in honor of a great Dark legion Grandmaster who helped him alot

Since the end of the Dark legion, Brisemont has been wandering around Mobius as a mercenary for a living and help people, his pride as a Dark legioner remains as strong as when he was younger even if it dont longer exists. He had some conflicts before with security but after explaining that the Dark legion has been long gone and he doesnt wish to do harm, he still wants to be respected in his desicion of wearing the Dark legioner clothing, wich represents his past and the people who saved his life since birth.

Brisemont: *was passing by this city covered in his black robe to see if there was someone interested in his services. he had the idea of entering the tavern for information, but notices there is a fight inside and some authoritys have shown up, dont wanting to have conflicts with them he maintains his distance watching the tavern*

OOC I hope my Character and post is ok with you, I alwais wanted to have my own Dark legioner fancharacter =)

"Ay? Dammit, go find you own hiding spot!"

The rather youthful voice plus some prodding to his side were only the first two signs of more trouble for the winged vulpine. His hiding spot behind the bar was now co-occupied.

Another look gave him a deluge of information about the stranger prodding him back towards the fray. His voice was like an adolescent, but his size was that of a full grown Mobian. His face was round and impish, his limbs thin but not gaunt, even though he had clothing it was obvious he was not without ample food. He looked as if he was a child the size of an adult. But the oddity did not end there, almost the entirety of his body seemed to be completely devoid of fur, like an overlander. But his ears and nose were obviously mobian, large and droopy like some dogs he'd seen. This person hiding with him was in every way a walking contradiction; too big to be a child yet to under-developed to be an adult, he looked like an overlander yet his ears and nose were mobian... and he was here, in this bar.

A tan skinned hand moved to shove him again but stopped, the youth hissed out again, this time somewhat less menacing. "Wait, are you one of those stupid drunks? You look to scrawny to be one of this dumb adults."

Another glance and he was looking into hazel eyes that seemed to large and innocent to be those of a bar going drunkard. Who was this person?

OOC: Heh, I haven't been here in a while, but I'll join =)

IC:

Such mindless violence, do they even know what they're fighting for?
Crouched in the shadow of a rooftop chimney, Amber's brown tabby tail flicked with irritation; it was bad enough that the past civilization had been destroyed through war, without primitive bar fights disturbing the peace in the present day.
Golden coloured eyes watched with mild curiosity as the law enforcement arrived, before moving to note the other nearby bystanders watching the scene. Her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted a figure in Dark Legionare attire, but decided that it was more of a 'sentimental thing' than any real indication of a threat.
Allowing herself the luxury of relaxing her tensed muscles she drew her dagger from its worn sheathe at her side and began whittling away at a piece of wood she'd brought with her. Her carving skills were improving, if she kept up the good work, she might even be able to sell some of them for a bit of extra coin. In the meant time she just had to wait for a likely victim to stagger out of the bar, hopefully too drunk to think straight and still carrying some cash.

A shame that this whole 'bar fight' thing will have ruled out most of the obvious targets, everyone'll probably be questioned or detained or some such nonsense. And I really needed the money tonight to pay the protection fee.

As the teenage tabby cat worried about her money problems she thought she saw some people leaving before the law arrived. Could this be her chance? Unfortunately, they didn't look particularly intoxicated at all, and they outnumbered her. She paused nervously and mulled over her decision; on one hand she could be beaten up, or worse, killed by her would be victims. But on the other hand, if she didn't get any money tonight then she'd lose her sleeping place, and what little mementos of her family she had secreted away there, or be beaten or killed, or even all three!
Shutting her eyes she gathered up her courage and began her progress across the rooftops; she'd just have to move so fast that they wouldn't know what hit them.
Her specialty.
Even so, the prospect of three opponents at once was daunting; it would only take one wrong move on her part to lose everything she'd struggled for.

Okay, buck up girl, you've come too far to let a little thing like size and numbers stop you! With her dark brown top and trouser, as well as her fur, blending in relatively well with any shadows she ould find, she began her mission.

OOC: Hope that's okay, I'll edit if necessary.

OOC: Sorry about the delay, had alot of work to do.
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Marcus grabbed Nick by the arm and, told Ed to follow. He quickly moved out the door and cut left down a side alley. Ignoring the various street dwellers as they past and, oblivious to thier stalker, they ran down the alley until they were a good distance from the bar. Once he felt the area was safe Marcus allowed them to stop and rest.

"That was crazy!" Stammered Ed.

"Could have be worse." Responded Marcus.

"How is that sir?" Asked Nick.

"We could be in jail or, one of those guys might have actually been good enough to hurt one of us." Answered Marcus.

"Sir I think there might be another problem." Ed.

"What's that?" Marcus

"I dropped our IR scanner back there..." Ed.

"Are you serious?" Marcus.

"Sorry sir..." Ed.

"You know what that thing was worth? We can't just make another one, those things were pre-destruction." Marcus.

"We could always go back." Nick.

"Hmm..." Marcus.

He knew it was too dangerous to go back but, to lose such a piece of equipment, his commander would have his hide. IR scanners were made with technology from Robotnik's time, not many were left on Mobius. Not to mention the trouble they could cause in the wrong hands. He would just have to hope they whoever found it either, didn't know what it was or, didn't care. In the mean time he and, his comrades were going to have to sit tight until things cooled down. No telling who could be walking the streets now...

OOC:

What did they just say!
She couldn't believe her luck, the three she'd been tailing just mentioned they'd dropped something that was worth a lot. Dropped! All she had to do was race back and find this...'IR Scanner', and then she could sell it off. If it was worth as much as they made it sound, then she might not have to stick around in this area much longer, hiding with gangs and robbing from drunks.
Hugging herself quietly in the shadows, she made a quick turn around and started racing back to the bar; she'd have to hurry before someone else found it.
Fingering her knife, she wondered dimly what she'd do if she didn't find it.
I know this is risky; if I don't find it then I'll have even less time to get the money...but it might just be worth it; this could be my ticket to a better future.

"What?" The Flying Fox jumped and looked round hurredly, his mouth dropping open for a moment as he saw the figure that was speaking to him. For a second he was stunned, his mouth opening and closing without any sound coming out as though he were searching for something to say in responce to the strange boy's question, but he seemed to give up as he closed his mouth again, turning his gaze back towards the fight beond the bar. "Please, calm down...don't mind me." he responded in a quiet, even tone, surprisingly collected despite the tense situation. "I'm just passing through."

A bottle smashed on the bad above, drenching the two cowering figures in alchohol, and the street boy shook his head vigorously, spitting the liquid out of his mouth in apparent disgust. "Ugh, just when this couldn't get any worse!" Running his fingers through his fur to clean the worst of the stuff off, he looked around once again at the chaos, which still showed no signs of abaiting, before turning back to the boy that had been speaking to him. "I don't suppose you know a way out of here other than the front door, at all? Are there any back routes that you're aware of or anything?"

Brisemont *had been watching and analising the situation, it seems security was having some troubles to control the fighting in the bar, so he decides to help a little to restore the order. as he started walking toward the tavern he saw a young Tabby cat runing to the bar. quikly he runs to her and grabs Amber's arm his metal bionic arm coming to view under his black robe and spoke, his voice of a very grown up Echidna* Hey stop there child, what do you think your doing?

IC:
Now if I can just-hey!
Amber was suddenly distracted by the black robed figure she'd spotted earlier, but now he'd grabbed her arm, saying:
"Hey stop there child, what do you think your doing?"
She tested his arm strength but found that just pulling away wouldn't break his grip. Looking down at it, she realised the reason why.
Dangit, why does everything have to be so difficult! Every second I waste with this guy increases the chance of someone else getting the scanner!
"Look, I don't have any money, so you can go bother someone else, I'm just going in there, why should it matter to you?" Bringing her left arm up to grab her right, and jerked it sharply in the direction of her captor's finger and thumb (where they met on his hand to close around her arm). The action was swift and forceful; she may not have been very strong, but she didn't have to be with that particular move.
Finally.
Then, before the robed guy could grab her again, she darted into the bar, quickly jumped onto a table that hadn't been knocked over yet and flung herself up into the rafters. Clawing her way up a beam, she looked down on the chaos for what she sought. She wasn't sure what her prize looked like, but she'd guessed that it would be outlandish in appearance.

The figure started to speak, "I'm Henry and..." It was as if the alcohol had stunned him. The bravado he'd been speaking with, the confidence in his form, it all seemed to drain away as the smell and taste of the liquid set in. He backed into the opposite corner of the bar, fear in his now enlarged brown eyes. The flying fox couldn't be sure but he thought he saw the boy mouth the word 'dad'.

The chaos had spread across a couple of streets now and, was clearly visible from the edge of town, which is where a group of suspicious people were gathering. About a dozen of them, all dressed in black and, carrying weapons. One of them, apparently their leader step forward. He, like the others wore black, however his face could be seen. He was a solid white wolf, his razor sharp teeth showing as he smiled.

"Begin the operation, I want as many live subjects to test the Roboticizer as possible." Commanded the Wolf.

"Yes Lord Fang!" Replied the Soldiers as the swiftly moved towards the fighting.

"Lord Fang" was just some moniker he had been given by his army. None but, himself knew his true identity. They would soon find out however, when he began his conquest. First though he had to make sure Robotnik's machine would function as he needed. His Knights of the Black Nova would bring him some "volunteers" on which to try it.

Meanwhile back in the city the three Orion Knights were still in the alley when they were confronted by an unknown visitor.

"I need to speak to you." Were the words of the figure wrapped in a dark cloak as it appeared from a side street.

"Who... are you?" Demanded Marcus.

"Just a friend that brings a warning. This place is not safe, a great evil is about to unfold here." Figure

"What do you mean?" Marcus

"You have been warned." And with that the figured vanished as though it had never been there.

Ed and, Nick both looked at their captain and, waited for him to speak. Marcus thought for a moment and, then motioned to the others.

"Let's get back to HQ, I got a bad feeling about this." And down the alley they went.

OOC: Oh this is getting interesting Kcalbavon =)

Brisemont *gets surprised how Amber could get lose of his grip, and more surprised of her getting into the fight in the bar. geting back to his main objective he quikly gets into the Bar to help the Authoritys and just as he entered a drunk was about to hit him with a bottle, he avoided the bottle and threw him against the wall easily*

OOC: Hope if it's okay if I join?

IC:
Jet from her hiding place, whatch as the Authoritys and others tried to calm down the drunk mod.
"I guess I should be glad that I was late arriving"
Jet said as she whatch a drunk with a bleeding nose get drag out.
Jet twitch her long black tail, anoyed that her night had been ruined by a barfight, she was hoping to here some my lost treasure stories that the drunkies would gabble about before passing out on the table. Now their were no chance of hearing any for awhile, for she noted most of the drunks that had been pull out were her best tellers and now they were going to jail.
"Sigh I guess I'll have to go find another bar.." sigh the black ferret, as she jump down from her roof top position, her grey cowboy hat nearly falling of as she speed to the ground. The 'clunk'of her heavily metal/leather boots alerted anyone near bye that she was here. She wore a dark navie blue vest and around her waste was a black utility belt. She had the same colour of grey on her long trouser that covered part of her boots. Strap to her back was a black leather backpack with some rope and other thing's strap to the side, inside was a pistal, a small pack of food supples and a crossbow with metal bolt's. Her fur colour was almost all black excerpt for her white fuzzel and white tip tail, she had her bit over a shoulder length hair in a ponytail. Most saw her as and adventure but none knew that she was really a treasure hunter, she had colleted many rare items in the past, some she kept and most she sold, but she never really cared about the money. Lately she had been running on bad times and it got wores when someone had droken into her house and stolen her rare items and what ever else was worth something in her house. She had almost killed them with her crossbow if they hadn't made a quick dive for the window, she had chase them for an hour before losing them in a market place. But now she was on the hunt again for some new treasure but so far any leads led to dead ends...
Jet sighed to herself as she watch a brown tabby dart threw the door after being holded back bye someone in a black cloak.
She wasn't sure if she should help the Authoritys, or just stand back and watch...

OOC:
Hope this was okay!

OOC Just to let everyone in this RP. Wraith sent me a message saying he has net problems in his Modem so he cant be able to post for the moment, so he told me to let you know about that and that he will come back once Its fixed.

The boy suddenly crawled out, standing and staggering into the open. He seemed completely devoid of emotion, as if terrified beyond what his mind could handle. His bare foot hit something, a still ale stained hand reached down absentmindedly picking up the strange scanner looking device and stuffed it into his pocket and kept staggering toward the door.

His undersized feet turned inward, face in shock, clothing tattered and stinking with alcohol, hair wild and messy. He looked completely pathetic.

IC:
Amber had been hurriedly scanning the floors for anything out of the ordinary when she spied a particular movment. Normally she would have overlooked a person about to leave but this guy really stood out from the run of the mill bar folk. She was about to turn back to her search when she finally spotted what looked like a scanner.
At this guy's feet.
Please, life, don't be cruel-
With an absent minded air about him, the guy picked up the object and put it in his pocket, before seeming to make for the exit again.
Dangit, now I have to tail this guy and mug him. Can't life just be simple for once?
Spitting out a curse through her pointed teeth, the brown tabby leapt recklessly from roof beam to roof beam to better drop down to follow her new target; golden eyes flashing with determination.

The boy stopped at the door for a moment, he closed his eyes tight and opened the door stumbling out into the street. The fresh air helped, the stench of alcohol leaving his nose his head started to clear a little. Though the flashblacks had gone, they left him mentally stunned, tears making their way down his face.

Meanwhile not far from the bar a cloak figure was perched on the edge of a roof, taking in the view. From his position he could see it all, the violence, the dark forms of the "Black Knights" starting to move through the crowds and, the three Orion Knights heading back to their base. He hoped that warning them of the coming danger would keep them from getting involved, this was his fight not their's.

As he watched, one of the dark figures approached one of the local street-folk and, stuck him with something. As soon as this unfortunate victim hit the ground he was picked up and carried off.

"I have to do something..." These words echoed through his mind. He looked up to he sky, as if for guidence and, as the light came down his face could be seen. He was a human with pale skin and, strait dark hair that came down past his shoulders. His eyes were a deep green and, a scar ran down the left side of his face.

Fighting the urge to leap from the roof and, take action he remained still. He must wait for the right time to strike, it must be perfect. With this in mind he turned his gaze towards the bar where this had started. Their seemed to be some strange individuals gathering their, this could get interesting.

IC:
The Tabby allowed her prey to depart; giving him a few seconds headstart, before dropping down lithely and running for the door.
She hissed in surprise as a chair sailed acrodd the room and nearly took her head with it. It was harder to concentrate on her surroundings when she was focused intently on ehr target; one of her weaknesses.
Geeze, that reminds me, I hope that black robed guy isn't outside anymore.
Successfully reaching the exit; she slipped out into the street and began searching for her quarry; she would have to decide wether to follow him on the ground or shadow him on the rooftops.

Brisemont *was stil fighting in the bar* Grrr your drunks are worthless, starting trouble for stupid things and getting inocents involved! *hits another drunk*

(OOC: Ya, sorry to all (especially Rico, who was waiting on me) for the delay in posting. Thanks Alex for relaying the message. My modem apparently decided it didn't want to view the net any more, so we had to get a new one. I'm back now though^^)

Dad? A confused look crossed the street boy's face at the stranger's reaction, momentarilly forgetting the fight on the other side of the bar as he stared at the figure curiously. What exactly did he mean by that? What was he thinking?

Another crash brought the Flying Fox back to the present, and he ducked as the splintered remains of a chair came crashing over the top of the bar, landing nearby in a pool of spirits. No, getting distracted was a bad idea...think later, escape first! He raised his head again, looking round, and as he did so he noticed in surprise that the curious boy had dissapeared, seemingly having wondered off into the fray. Hopefully he would be alright...

The Fox's eyes came to rest on a window on the far wall, shattered and broken from the violence inside, and suddenly his thin features took on a look of determination. Finally an exit! Glancing round once more to make sure no more missiles were flying at his head, he quickly stood up and started to run, ducking and weaving through the battle as he headed for the exit. If he could just reach that window he'd be safe!

But even his fast reactions couldn't avoid everything, and suddenly a staggering drunk with a large gash on his forehead stumbled directly into his path, bumping into him as he raced past. The figure was a bull, very large and muscular, and the street boy's small frame was absolutely no match for him, bouncing off like a ping pong ball and nearly tripping clean over. As he fell, the boy collided with another figure, a sinnister looking Echidna in a black cloak who was fighting his way through the mob with an almost casual air. The boy quickly picked himself up, holding up his hands appologetically as he retreated from the man. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hit you! I fell over!"

Brisemont *while fighting Brisemont feel someone collide with him, he turned around and looked surprised at the scared young Flying Fox, what was a kid doing in here. Thinking fast he grabs the Flying Fox and gets into a corner of the bar placing the boy behind him and standing infront protectively and to fight anyone of who dares to get near him* Your okay boy? *he asks without getting the sight of the fight infront of him*

The boy tensed up as the Echinda grabbed him, gritting his teeth as he felt himself being dragged across the room through the middle of the fray. So much for escaping before something bad happened. Well, whatever the case, it was too late now...taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for whatever the dark figure had in mind for him, his expression dipping into a bold, calm gaze. Threat of death was nothing new to him, living on the streets where the danger of starvation was an almost daily occurance, and other violent thugs were on the prowl. He had lost his fear of death a long time ago, and had decided that when it was his time, he would meet it with nobillity and confidence, not bowing to sorrow or despair in any way. He could be killed, but he would not be broken...

And if that was what was about to happen, so be it. It would be a relief from the difficulties of street life anyway. As the Echidna pulled him over to the corner of the room, depositing him somewhat hurredly against the wall, he raised his head high, standing as tall as his lanky frame allowed as he ran a paw through his brown hair and straightened the folds of his wings like robes hanging by his sides. His brown eyes met the gaze of his attacker calmly...a gaze, he noted with some mild surprise, partially inclusive of the cold, dull gleam of metal, some kind of implants running through the other figure's body. Such advanced technology was a rarity nowadays, so goodness knew where the Echidna had gotten them...

"Your okay boy?"

He blinked for a moment as the stranger spoke, the sudden question catching him off guard. "What? Yeah, I am, but why would...?" The sentance was interrupted as a drunken brawler came charging towards them out of the sea of combatants, spotting some unchallenged enemies to attack, but the Echidna swiftly fought him away, knocking him back into the chaotic hubbub he had emerged from and soliciting a surprised frown from his young charge. "Hold on a minute, you aren't attacking me here...are you supposed to be on my side?"

Brisemont *without taking the atention to the fight searching for the young Tabby cat* Yeah you could say so *dont seeing the Tabby cat inside the bar he looks around for posible exits to help the flying fox* Ok lets start moving carefully to a exit, I will cover you

IC:
Amber finally made up her mind and headed for the rooftops, shimmying up a pipe before reaching the relative safety of her lofty perch. Slipping into the shadows she began her usual art of following a potential victim. She felt a slight guilty twinge; even from this distance her prey looked quite forlorn, and for some reason, childlike, though it had seemed too big from a distance to be a child.
Shrugging her thin shoulders, she crept across the roof; bent low and sticking to what little cover there was as much as possible.
Fortunately, it didn't look like the guy knew she was watching him; a good start to any decent mugging.
I hope this scanner thing is worth it after all this...

"Ok lets start moving carefully to a exit, I will cover you."

"Wait." The boy had met far too many evil criminals and twisted characters in his time to be implicitly trusting of someone the instant they met. For this Echidna to be halping him out of the goodness of his heart, however nice a thought it was, was sadly rather unlikely. "What is it you want in return? What am I signing myself up for if I agree?"

Brisemont *looks back a moment to see the young flying fox taking notice he is a very poor person and had a very harsh life in the streets, so he doesnt blame him for asking that so he decides to make a good plan to help him as he looks back at the fight* I will tell you once we get out of this mess, right now its more important getting you to safety

"But by then I'll be in your debt, and forced to take up whatever it is you're thinking of putting on me." the boy responded, his hazel eyes burning into the Echidna like crystals. "No. I appreciate your help, but I've had too many bad experiences in the past to trust an answer like that. If you really are genuine then I appoligise, but I can't risk my freedom or my life on such uncertanty."

If this strange figure was indeed genuine, then he would probably be searching for an answer to try and win the boy's trust. If he wasn't however, it was quite possible, even likely, that he would immediately turn on him and try to kill him for second-guessing his plan, so for that reason the Flying Fox set off at a run the moment he finished speaking, ducking low as he charged through the crowd towards the open door. Once outside he could take off, use his wings to go places the Echidna couldn't reach, and then he'd be able to turn back and see the dark figure's reaction from a place of safety. But here certainly wasn't safe, either from the brawl or from the Echidna himself, should he turn violent...

OOC: Sorry for not posting on here for abit been busy
IC:
Jet had made up her mind she was now helping the Authorities, least she was able to release some negative energy on some drunks who probably wont remember her fight them. Another thirst to someone chin, she had noticed the Tabby girl exiting after something Jet couldn't even descried. She decided to follow the Tabby to she what was going on, and if their, was anything of value involved.

Jet had watched the tabby climd a pipe to the roof tops, following the feline, she also quickly as she could climd the pipe to the roof tops, she then quickly sleaked into the shadows. Jet wasn't the best at stealth unlike the one she was following.
I've just got to hope that she wont turn around, or theres a high chance she'll see me

Brisemont *seeing him start to run, he thinks, well atleast he is moving now. so he runs after him punching anyone who dares to hurt the boy*

IC:
As she slipped from cover to cover, she felt the unerving sense of being watched. Pausing in the shadows, she listened carefully, while still watching her intended target.
Yes, there was someone following her, but only one. She could easily deal with one, for now, she could let them believe that she wasn't aware of their presence.
It's getting late and now I'm being followed; I have to hurry this up.
Amber surveyed the immediate area around her target; the streets weren't too busy, she had a good chance of getting away with it if she moved fast.
Although she still cringed at the idea of attempting a mugging in so open a place, she knew she was running out of time; it was now or never.
With a sigh, she suddenly accelerated; moving with surprising speed over the rooftops. Now that she was above him she slid down to the ground, springing forward and landing a few paces in front of him.
Part of herself kept asking why she didn't maintain surprise and attack from behind, but she already knew the answer to that question.
With her knife and fighting stance displaying her intent, the tabby looked up into the face of the one she felt she had to attack.
He looks so sad...
Her conscience finally getting a word in, she found herself saying: "I'm sorry, but could you please give me that thing you found back in the bar? It's ever so important."
She winced at her own words, and half wished she could jsut hop back on to the roof and start again, but she'd started this, she had to bring this little goose-chase to a conclusion, one way or another.
Regardless, she was miffed at her words, she was losing precious seconds, what did she think she was doing?
Curse you conscience.

OOC: Lol, hope that's okay.

"No"

The stagnant word came from a emotionless face. She found herself looking into the miserable innocent eyes of a child.

"@#%$."

Even the curse held no tone, it was empty. As if an afterthought. The boy started to walk toward her, probably intent to walking around her.

OOC: Sorry for the late post, been away from home.

Meanwhile...

"This group looks interesting." Said a dark figure as he watched Henry and, Amber from a higher perch. His black clothing was of a military nature and although his face was mostly concealed his bright yellow reptilian eyes could be seen gazing at his prey.

"They will make excellent test subjects." As he said this the figure produced a small crossbow from his back and, arming it with a stun dart prepared to strike.

Back in the alleyways the three Orion Knights were hastily moving toward the base when Marcus ordered a stop.

"There is something here." As if on queue with his words footsteps echoed as a dark figure whose face was hidden behind a white mask stepped into the light. Raising a dark sword with blood red inlays the figure challenged the knights.

"That was a mistake!" Said Marcus as he readied himself for combat.

Back near the bar where this all began the cloaked human was still upon a roof watching it all. He noticed several black clad soldiers converging on the bar.

"It's time..." With these words he leaped from the roof and landed on top of the bar. He then made a diving roll toward the edge, catching it and swinging himself down and through a window. With grace unbecoming of his race, he landed on the floor and, seeing he was too late as a couple of gas canisters came flying through the windows, made his way toward the front exit. In his path he noticed an echidna wearing a strange black robe and, some sort of winged fox. Hearing shouting behind him he turned to see the "Black Knights" had made their way in and, were beginning to gather victims. Reaching under his cloak and gripping his sword he looked back toward the two at the exit and shouted...

"Might want to be getting out of here now!" With these words he drew his blade and moving through the gas and, broken furniture headed toward the leader of the enemy.

IC:
No? Dang it, they never make it easy for me.
The boy was still moving and looked like he was going to ignore her completely, a spark of anger flared to life within the tabby and her tail twitched in agitation.
I can't just let some depressed chid get the better of me, even if he's rather big for his apparent age.
She quickly looked over his body, marking the critical points for her to focus on when she attacked. Curious, she pricked up her ears and listened intently; his heartbeat was normal, it was as if this encounter didn't bother him at all.
She flinched in surprise when she heard more movement on the roof, a different sound though; like some object was being handled.
And she herself knew all to well that a person too close for comfort on a roof handling an object, was hardly ever meaning to jump down and surprise you with an armful of presents.
Oh come on! This is meant to be a simple mugging! Why do things have to get so complicated.
Part of her wondered if she could just get the scanner off the boy then run, but she was pretty sure that now he knew she was there, that he'd put up a fight, and she didn't have time for a lengthy scuffle while some suspicious person watched them from above.
Maybe I shouldn't panic, maybe this mysterious guy isn't interested in us at all.
Suddenly she felt a slight sting in her upper arm. Automatically her hand flung up to he afflicted area, and she felt the dart protruding from her skin.
Well, dang.

"You couldn't just give me a break could you?" she muttered to no one in particular. Looking up at the boy, she gestured to her arm and then the roof. "I suppose that's a friend of yours?" She hissed, the fury of desperation evident in her voice.
Feeling a dizziness begin to take hold she staggered to a wall and leant on it for support; sliding down to the floor. The last thing that crossed her mind before she blacked out was that now someone was going to get her place for sure.

The Flying Fox didn't even notice the new figure as he called out to them before stepping into the battle...the boy was already out on the street, dodging a couple of onlookers before jumping into the air with surprising grace, unfurling his wide wings and climbing into the blue with a powerful upward thrust. Freedom rarely tasted so good, and the open emptiness of the sky was such an incredible relief after the close chaos of the tavern.

For a moment he wheeled round in a circle, looking down at the action below. He was tempted to just leave the area right away, heading off to the park where he usually hung out near the old Sonic memorial and forgetting the whole affair, but something made him pause. That Echidna...had he been genuine or not? Was he just planning to look after him for his own selfish ends, or had he really been interested in the boy's welfare and wanted to help? Such a trivial thought probably wouldn't have mattered to most, but for the street kid, it was important...he had experienced care, once, long before he was banished to a life without a home, and that memory compelled him to at least acknowledge and appreciate any of such care when it was given, even if he didn't avail himself of it at the time. It somehow felt like a debt he owed, to do this...a debt to the old man he had called his grandfather...

Spreading his wings wide and holding them tense, he gently glided down to a nearby rooftop, perching on the edge of the building and crouching down, scanning the crowd below for any sign of the enigmatic Echidna...

Brisemont *hearing what the person said to him as he runned by following the flying fox he quikly said* Ok *and he was out on the streets, noticing the young flying Fox managed to get out safely he simply smiled as he looked back at the bar thinking, Well I guess I wont be able to offer my services there, at least I could help someone, well lets see if there is something else were i could make some buisness *starts walking ignoring that the young flying Fox was nearby on a rooftop*

"Hey..."

The call might have caught Brisemont unawares by how close it sounded, and as he glanced up over his shoulder he saw the street kid dropping down to perch on the roof of a nearby bungalow...apparently he had spotted the Echidna leaving and moved to follow him, while still staying a safe distance away.

"I dunno if you really were genuine in helping me out in there or not," the boy called in a calm, clear voice as he looked down at the stranger with his large brown eyes, "but either way...thanks. Thanks for your help man. I just thought I'd let you know..."

The boy blinked, looked at the roof she'd been pointing to, then shrugged.

He started to walk away, then hesitated and looked back. After a moment of distant staring he sighed and walked back, taking a seat not far from where his accoster had fallen. Taking out the object she'd been after and turning it over in his hands.

It was a handheld scanning device. His mind started to return enough for him to calm himself and think. @#%$ you dad. This methyphobia is your damn fault. I couldn't even defend myself, this witch coulda killed me. He cursed to himself looking at the woman's fallen form.

Again his eyes turned to the IR Scanner. Not really complex technology, but for this place? Probably wanting to sell it for drugs or something other stupid adult thing.

His mind still become more clear as the alcohol evaporated and the smell with it. It didn't take him long to affirm the working of the device, someone of his past would consider this sort of thing standard.

An infra-red scanner? This is pretty high end for this mud hole. I wonder who dropped it, dammit I can't remember anything sense I was talking to that other guy and those stupid drunks threw a bottle at me.

This could be handy right now, someone got her, they could be after me too. Suddenly he panicked and checked himself for darts. After a brief moment of suspense he sighed, satisfied he wasn't going to die from poison or whatever got the woman, and activated the scanner toward the rooftop she'd pointed at.

OOC: Just so you all know I made a slightly small change to my character, is nothing much its just that I decided he is simply wearing his Dark legion robe

Brisemont *looks at the Flying fox then smiles slightly* Your welcome boy *now he could see more clearly how he looked as he walked towards, taking into atention his starved apearance and tattered clothing, he could guess that the reason why he was in that bar is to get some food so he asks* Are you hungry?

The Flying Fox tipped his head to the side, staring at the Echidna a little pensivley before he replied. "A little." he responded at length, his voice still warm and friendly, but perhaps with the slightest hint of caution buried somewhere deep beneath it's undertones. "Why do you ask?"

"Got one!" The words were hissed from the dark figure on the rooftop. A fang filled smile spread beneath the black cloth that cover his features. This was his speciality after all, hence his nickname, "The Dark Serpent". He was known for taking missions involving the darker aspects of warfare, kidnapping, assassinations, etc. This made him a favorite of his commander, the only man he knew more ruthless than himself.

His prey now helpless, he made his way down the sides of the rooftop. Normally he would have been more careful but, he was so intent on completing the mission that he took no notice of Henry.

Reaching the ground he made for Amber, in her current state she should be no trouble. After all he was a highly trained soldier, what could stop him from taking her...

From rooftop to the street Henry traced the signature. He put away the scanner as the signature was coming close.

The woman, the one that had tried to kill him, was now in the same situation.

"You know, my uncle always says you're supposed to attract girls with romance, not drugs." He'd missed someone? A quick glance revealed the rather smug looking Henry. He seemed to be... posing? Fists on his hips as if pretending to be some sort of comicbook character.

"What?" How could he have missed him, this fairly unique being that now seemed to be threatening him. Well, no matter he would show him what a mistake messing with one of "The Black Star Knights" was. Dropping into a fighting stance mirroring the actions of a snake, he prepared to deal with this interloper.

"You look real tough, slither lips." The youth smirked moments before he grabbed from the small laser pistol in his shorts' pocket.

"Oh, so it is going to that way huh?" Reaching around his back he gripped the hilt of a dagger, not wanting to let his opponent get the first attack he side-stepped and, sprinted forwarded, hoping to catch Henry off-guard.

The boy didn't seem to light on his feet. He didn't dodge, instead he continued firing.