Alexi Dostoyevsky
Psionic Hitman
In a couple of sentences:
Alexi is a morally ambiguous hitman on the run from the Rentarou Combine, a collective of systems within the Rentarou Sector. Picked up from a young age for his psionic talent by the Combine, he was placed into a psionic institute to turn the boy into a honed weapon for their covert operations. Eventually breaking free after the destruction of his homeworld, Alexi will do whatever is necessary to survive and strike back at the Combine and all organizations like them. Even with his freedom, the skilled marksman knows little other than what has been drilled into him for years, so he has found difficulty adapting to anything other than murder for a price. |
Physical Information
➘ Full Name: Alexi Dostoyevsky
➘ Aliases: Alexi, Ghost, Subject 23-b
➘ Age (Lived Years): 29 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Same as above
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Terran [space faring humans]
➘ Body Type: Lean and powerful musculature, sharp angles to his features, tall frame.
➘ Height: 6'3"
➘ Weight: 233 lbs
➘ Coordination: In his line of work he'd have died a long while ago without superbly honed coordination.
➘ Reflexes: His reflexes are razor sharp.
➘ Physical Strength: With his training and conditioning he's incredibly strong for a human.
Appearance
➘ Alexi stands at six foot three with a wiry build strengthened from years of conditioning and activity. The young man is of Russian genealogy and shares many features as such strong cheekbones, dark course hair which he keeps either shaved or in a short mohawk, bright green eyes, fair skin, and a large nose. He has a number of scars, but the only one immediately visible is a long clean marring from his upper temple to his eyebrow, caused by a blade. The others would be small nicks and cuts or since healed bullet wounds. Alexi has several tattoos ranging from designations from his psionic institution, Rentarou insignia, the name of his homeland, and several phrases in an antiquated Russian dialect.
His combat gear consists of a black, skintight suit that covers him from the neck down, with polymer platings and electronic equipment layered on top of it; that said, it all appears lightweight and provides excellent mobility. His covered helmet connects to the suit to provide an airtight seal and is fitted with several glowing ocular outputs for various imaging means and sensors. On his back is his personal cloaking generator which is about the size of a backpack and connected to the suit with numerous wires; it emits a faint blue glow when not activated.
Alexi's casual attire usually consists of whatever clothing he has in his wardrobe that would help him blend into a particular area in that moment considering he is often on assignment, so he will often be seen in a variety of clothing when not in his combat gear.
His most relaxed outfit tends to fall in line with what many of the punks in the city he grew up in, which is an Adidas tracksuit and matching shoes in various shades of blue, grey, and black.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: All deceased
➘ Allies: No one he would consider an ally, but there are several people he is involved in a tentative working relationship with.
➘ Enemies: With a kill list as long as his, he's made quite a few enemies.
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: N/A
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Neutral Evil
➘ Sociability: He doesn't actively seek out people to talk with.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, though, get him drunk enough and an ass is an ass.
➘ Lures: An ass that he can bury his face in, a simple contract, a big payday, a chance to help out the oppressed.
➘ Savvies: High alcohol tolerance, gifted psionic, skilled marksman, a great deal of patience.
➘ Ineptities: A bad drunk, quick to anger on select topics, an odd sense of morality, initiating a conversation.
➘ Profession: Hitman
➘ Education: Educated in a government institute, self taught on a number of subjects.
➘ Hobbies: Target shooting, taking pictures of landscapes, watching underground fighting rings.
➘ Religion: His beliefs are spiritual, less based in religion.
➘ Location of Birth: Braxis [Terran Colony]
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Considers it good luck to place empty bottles on the floor.
➘ Virtues: Patience, Diligence
➘ Vices: Pride, Gluttony
➘ Likes: Drinking, smoking, unattached flings, a good vantage point with a clear line of sight, a hearty meal, seedy spaceports, maintaining his equipment.
➘ Dislikes: Loud music, an empty bottle, snow, sweets, government control, reading people's thoughts.
➘ Affiliations: Individuals within the Rentarou Combine, several underworld connections.
➘ Addictions: Heavy smoker, alcoholic.
➘ Handicaps: Has a neural inhibitor implanted in his brain in order to curb unwanted behavior by his superiors.
➘ Medical Conditions: Alexi takes a regiment of pills in order to remove the control his neural inhibitor has over his actions.
➘ Full Name: Alexi Dostoyevsky
➘ Aliases: Alexi, Ghost, Subject 23-b
➘ Age (Lived Years): 29 standard years
➘ Physical Age: Same as above
➘ Gender: Male
➘ Race: Terran [space faring humans]
➘ Body Type: Lean and powerful musculature, sharp angles to his features, tall frame.
➘ Height: 6'3"
➘ Weight: 233 lbs
➘ Coordination: In his line of work he'd have died a long while ago without superbly honed coordination.
➘ Reflexes: His reflexes are razor sharp.
➘ Physical Strength: With his training and conditioning he's incredibly strong for a human.
Appearance
➘ Alexi stands at six foot three with a wiry build strengthened from years of conditioning and activity. The young man is of Russian genealogy and shares many features as such strong cheekbones, dark course hair which he keeps either shaved or in a short mohawk, bright green eyes, fair skin, and a large nose. He has a number of scars, but the only one immediately visible is a long clean marring from his upper temple to his eyebrow, caused by a blade. The others would be small nicks and cuts or since healed bullet wounds. Alexi has several tattoos ranging from designations from his psionic institution, Rentarou insignia, the name of his homeland, and several phrases in an antiquated Russian dialect.
His combat gear consists of a black, skintight suit that covers him from the neck down, with polymer platings and electronic equipment layered on top of it; that said, it all appears lightweight and provides excellent mobility. His covered helmet connects to the suit to provide an airtight seal and is fitted with several glowing ocular outputs for various imaging means and sensors. On his back is his personal cloaking generator which is about the size of a backpack and connected to the suit with numerous wires; it emits a faint blue glow when not activated.
Alexi's casual attire usually consists of whatever clothing he has in his wardrobe that would help him blend into a particular area in that moment considering he is often on assignment, so he will often be seen in a variety of clothing when not in his combat gear.
His most relaxed outfit tends to fall in line with what many of the punks in the city he grew up in, which is an Adidas tracksuit and matching shoes in various shades of blue, grey, and black.
Personal Life/Personality
➘ Marital Status: Single
➘ Immediate Family: All deceased
➘ Allies: No one he would consider an ally, but there are several people he is involved in a tentative working relationship with.
➘ Enemies: With a kill list as long as his, he's made quite a few enemies.
➘ Followers: N/A
➘ Friends: N/A
➘ Heroes: N/A
➘ Pets/Vassals/Slaves/etc: N/A
➘ General Alignment: Neutral Evil
➘ Sociability: He doesn't actively seek out people to talk with.
➘ Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual, though, get him drunk enough and an ass is an ass.
➘ Lures: An ass that he can bury his face in, a simple contract, a big payday, a chance to help out the oppressed.
➘ Savvies: High alcohol tolerance, gifted psionic, skilled marksman, a great deal of patience.
➘ Ineptities: A bad drunk, quick to anger on select topics, an odd sense of morality, initiating a conversation.
➘ Profession: Hitman
➘ Education: Educated in a government institute, self taught on a number of subjects.
➘ Hobbies: Target shooting, taking pictures of landscapes, watching underground fighting rings.
➘ Religion: His beliefs are spiritual, less based in religion.
➘ Location of Birth: Braxis [Terran Colony]
➘ Location of Death: N/A
➘ Superstitions: Considers it good luck to place empty bottles on the floor.
➘ Virtues: Patience, Diligence
➘ Vices: Pride, Gluttony
➘ Likes: Drinking, smoking, unattached flings, a good vantage point with a clear line of sight, a hearty meal, seedy spaceports, maintaining his equipment.
➘ Dislikes: Loud music, an empty bottle, snow, sweets, government control, reading people's thoughts.
➘ Affiliations: Individuals within the Rentarou Combine, several underworld connections.
➘ Addictions: Heavy smoker, alcoholic.
➘ Handicaps: Has a neural inhibitor implanted in his brain in order to curb unwanted behavior by his superiors.
➘ Medical Conditions: Alexi takes a regiment of pills in order to remove the control his neural inhibitor has over his actions.
Abilities
➘ General Overview/Limits: Alexi is a highly trained operative of the Rentarou Sector's psionic operative program, having been picked up as a youth and placed into a controlled government facility. Beyond his innate psionic gifts, Alexi is a skilled marksman and tactician trained in all manners of covert operations. His psionic powers are brought out even further by the advanced technology provided to him in order to give them incredible focus, through his specialized suit Alexi is able to completely vanish to the naked eye, have increased strength, speed, and endurance, and be able to fire off a volley of long ranged shots with pinpoint precision. Which in turn means that outside of his suit, he is at a disadvantage, but is still a deadly fighter when considering he still has his training and psychic abilities. The use of his abilities is limited for a prolonged encounter as his psychic energy is finite and takes time to recover.
➘ General Overview/Limits: Alexi is a highly trained operative of the Rentarou Sector's psionic operative program, having been picked up as a youth and placed into a controlled government facility. Beyond his innate psionic gifts, Alexi is a skilled marksman and tactician trained in all manners of covert operations. His psionic powers are brought out even further by the advanced technology provided to him in order to give them incredible focus, through his specialized suit Alexi is able to completely vanish to the naked eye, have increased strength, speed, and endurance, and be able to fire off a volley of long ranged shots with pinpoint precision. Which in turn means that outside of his suit, he is at a disadvantage, but is still a deadly fighter when considering he still has his training and psychic abilities. The use of his abilities is limited for a prolonged encounter as his psychic energy is finite and takes time to recover.
- Psionic Shadow: Alexi's signature ability. Focusing his psionic energy, Alexi is able to manifest a decoy under his control, or leave it to autonomously attack. This copy of him is a replica in his current appearance and has a physical structure granted by the psionic energy. Any damage taken by this entity is entirely psychic based. It has half the constitution of Alexi and does not break his stealth when used.
- Precognition: This ability grants its users glimpses of the future and/or its nature. Alexi has never attempted to receive these visions, and has only been gifted them on rare occasions. Instead, he uses his focus to perform a limited style of precognition that allows him to predict enemy movements, allowing him to avoid enemy attacks or allow the best moment to strike.
- Psionic Sight: This ability grants the ability to see around corners and through walls.
- Telepathy: In a broad sense, telepathy allows the user to be able to read minds, sense emotion/general thoughts, send psychic messages, and access the memories of sentient creatures. Alexi has put little effort into developing this gift, so in his case while he can empathically sense unguarded individuals as well as read their thoughts, this requires Alexi to be within close proximity and he has difficulty doing this to more than one individual at any given moment. Alexi has never attempted to read one's memories considering he's had no instruction or desire to do so. In terms of telepathic messages, they are not of of Alexi's forte, but he is capable of sending out his thoughts to those he's formed empathic bonds within a city's boundary, though the individuals he's done this with are few and far between.
- Telekinesis: Telekinesis is the ability to move, manipulate, and otherwise exert force on physical matter using one's mind. This is a rare gift for Terran psychics, and although Alexi is capable of it, he is hardly proficient and can only perform basic feats with extreme concentration, making it difficult to use in the stress of combat. Alexi has been known to be able to levitate objects (and himself albeit poorly), jam weapons, set off grenades, and impair a person's movements, among other things.
- Psionic Sense: Alexi, like many psionics, is sensitive to the use of psionic abilities within his vicinity, depending on the severity of the psychic event he would be able to better pinpoint where exactly where and who it occurred from.
Weapons/Gear
➘ Hazardous Environment Suit [HES]: A form-fitting suit interwoven with an advanced circuitry system that covers the entire body apart from the head, though the helmet is of similar design and creates a perfect seal for the rest of the suit. In addition to an adjustable temperature setting, it is laced with a form of psionic-sensitive artificial muscle fiber which augments their natural physical strength, speed, and endurance. The suit helps ghosts channel their psionic energy. The suit provides limited protection against small arms fire and full life support. Alexi's suit in particular contains a psi-augmenter dedicated to maintaining his personal cloaking device, allowing the him to keep up his cloaking field indefinitely without placing additional strain on his psionic energy. The coolant system needed to maintain the cloaking device renders the user invisible to thermal sensors. Alexi's helmet includes a comm system with linguistic software, infrared vision, a HUD system, as well as advanced optics which allows for a zoom function for increased sight range and target acquisition. The helmet visor also has an automated targeting system that integrates with his rifle to calculate atmospheric pressure and wind shear. Passive and active scans can be carried out, displayed on a wrist unit. Such scans can designate affiliation of a target, alert the user to hazardous terrain, scan chemical substances, and pick up living and/or moving targets.
➘ Personal Cloaking Device: To function it must be used in conjunction with the HES, as it relies on the circuitry of the suit to go into "stealth mode." It works in conjunction with the suit, which contains synthetic cells on its outermost layer that refract light around the user's body. Upon activation of the device, a the user is rendered almost completely invisible. A faint ripple through the air is faintly observable by the naked eye as the cloaked individual moves if one is looking hard enough and knows what to look for, but suffice to say, few would know what to look for until it's too late. It's effectiveness can be momentarily reduced by fine particulate such as dust, or viscous fluids coming in contact with the suit, though Alexi's suit can vibrate to separate any particles stuck to the material. Advanced sensory equipment could in theory detect the cloaked individual, though traditional cameras and motion detectors would be ineffective.
➘ GE-S7: The GE-S7 rifle can be used either as an automatic rifle, or as a single shot sniper rifle with a range of up to 750m. The weapon fires 25mm antipersonnel rounds that are charged with psionic energy, this allows for incredible penetration of targets lacking any sort of kinetic or energy barrier including vehicles and structures. The rifle supports multiple ammo types including EMP rounds that punch through shields and deplete energy sources, or lockdown rounds which can disable devices and vehicles. The rifle also comes with a low frequency targeting laser that can be used to guide tactical strikes and designate drop zone targets. These rifles are augmented with recoil absorption for accurate follow-up shots, and an automatic aim compensation module that can integrate with the user's optics to compensate for wind speed, gravity and the Coriolis effect. Sixteen sound-suppressing baffles dampen much of the noise generated by firing. The underside of the rifle is capable of supporting a grenade launcher as well. This rifle, like Alexi can do it all.
➘ Hera Crusader: A compact, fully automatic machine pistol with a forty round capacity and gas venting at the barrel for recoil stability. Packs a punch with its atypical higher caliber compared to other small arms, but is substandard when hitting ranged targets even with software compensation for aiming.
➘ Monomolecular Dagger: A dagger that utilizes its wielder's psionic energy to hone an edge that has been sharpened to a microscopic degree, allegedly only one molecule thick at the edge, allowing it to cut through both physical armor and energy shields.
➘ Grenades: 40mm grenades kept within cartridges for his GE-S7 rifle. Depending on the situation he can carry a variety of different armaments such as: explosive, emp, smoke, incendiary, anti-personnel, or tracking beacons.
➘ Hazardous Environment Suit [HES]: A form-fitting suit interwoven with an advanced circuitry system that covers the entire body apart from the head, though the helmet is of similar design and creates a perfect seal for the rest of the suit. In addition to an adjustable temperature setting, it is laced with a form of psionic-sensitive artificial muscle fiber which augments their natural physical strength, speed, and endurance. The suit helps ghosts channel their psionic energy. The suit provides limited protection against small arms fire and full life support. Alexi's suit in particular contains a psi-augmenter dedicated to maintaining his personal cloaking device, allowing the him to keep up his cloaking field indefinitely without placing additional strain on his psionic energy. The coolant system needed to maintain the cloaking device renders the user invisible to thermal sensors. Alexi's helmet includes a comm system with linguistic software, infrared vision, a HUD system, as well as advanced optics which allows for a zoom function for increased sight range and target acquisition. The helmet visor also has an automated targeting system that integrates with his rifle to calculate atmospheric pressure and wind shear. Passive and active scans can be carried out, displayed on a wrist unit. Such scans can designate affiliation of a target, alert the user to hazardous terrain, scan chemical substances, and pick up living and/or moving targets.
➘ Personal Cloaking Device: To function it must be used in conjunction with the HES, as it relies on the circuitry of the suit to go into "stealth mode." It works in conjunction with the suit, which contains synthetic cells on its outermost layer that refract light around the user's body. Upon activation of the device, a the user is rendered almost completely invisible. A faint ripple through the air is faintly observable by the naked eye as the cloaked individual moves if one is looking hard enough and knows what to look for, but suffice to say, few would know what to look for until it's too late. It's effectiveness can be momentarily reduced by fine particulate such as dust, or viscous fluids coming in contact with the suit, though Alexi's suit can vibrate to separate any particles stuck to the material. Advanced sensory equipment could in theory detect the cloaked individual, though traditional cameras and motion detectors would be ineffective.
➘ GE-S7: The GE-S7 rifle can be used either as an automatic rifle, or as a single shot sniper rifle with a range of up to 750m. The weapon fires 25mm antipersonnel rounds that are charged with psionic energy, this allows for incredible penetration of targets lacking any sort of kinetic or energy barrier including vehicles and structures. The rifle supports multiple ammo types including EMP rounds that punch through shields and deplete energy sources, or lockdown rounds which can disable devices and vehicles. The rifle also comes with a low frequency targeting laser that can be used to guide tactical strikes and designate drop zone targets. These rifles are augmented with recoil absorption for accurate follow-up shots, and an automatic aim compensation module that can integrate with the user's optics to compensate for wind speed, gravity and the Coriolis effect. Sixteen sound-suppressing baffles dampen much of the noise generated by firing. The underside of the rifle is capable of supporting a grenade launcher as well. This rifle, like Alexi can do it all.
➘ Hera Crusader: A compact, fully automatic machine pistol with a forty round capacity and gas venting at the barrel for recoil stability. Packs a punch with its atypical higher caliber compared to other small arms, but is substandard when hitting ranged targets even with software compensation for aiming.
➘ Monomolecular Dagger: A dagger that utilizes its wielder's psionic energy to hone an edge that has been sharpened to a microscopic degree, allegedly only one molecule thick at the edge, allowing it to cut through both physical armor and energy shields.
➘ Grenades: 40mm grenades kept within cartridges for his GE-S7 rifle. Depending on the situation he can carry a variety of different armaments such as: explosive, emp, smoke, incendiary, anti-personnel, or tracking beacons.
A Little Snippet of Their Life:
Rain softly pelted the makeshift cover of foliage and dirt layered on top of a low to the ground mesh canopy.
Alexi peered through the viewfinder of his scope for what was probably the tenth time in the last half hour. His target obviously had yet to step on their mark; the assassin had ripped their exact itinerary from the mind of an unfortunate individual that had been "in the know." Stakeouts like this were often a formality for the psionic, as nine times out of ten, the necessary details were provided to the hitman upon taking the contract, cutting out the majority of the legwork. This had not been one of those breaks, but it was hardly a difficult endeavor; the worst part of this operation was the waiting. There were diligent patrols surrounding the facility where his mark, Vishnak Drakar, was holed away in and Alexi had a narrow opportunity to slip into the only vantage point for him to get a clean shot.
Vishnak, a midtier crime lord in this sector, had overstepped his bounds with greedy power grabs and had walked all over the wrong toes, Alexi was the response. Alexi had his chest to the damp earth for four hours now the temperature was barely above freezing, so the sniper counted himself thankful that his suit had an internal climate regulation for these occasions. Still, it left him with nothing to think about but his escape routine--which he'd gone over quite thoroughly--and his thoughts.
Never could he forget his past, Alexis's youth spent on Braxis, the frigid hell hole he called home. The planet was a fringe mining colony for a rare gas that had been designated for an experimental fuel source. The people shipped out to the frozen rock were promised a fresh start and decent pay to build the foundation of cities that would support future operations, and in a short span, the once desolate planetoid had a bustling population and a stable industry. What everyone should have seen coming, however, was the fuel source not panning out as scientists thought and the market for Braxis's gas supply vanishing overnight.
It was madness, a civil war the local government placed a stranglehold on the dwindling resources as companies packed up and ceased their own backing for any continued interest in Braxis. Alexi had participated in the conflict scarcely old enough to fire a rifle, but his latent psionic talents were beginning to form and helped lead the boy and his compatriots to victory. A hollow one at that, as the populace that consisted primarily of laborers and service workers, were left to try and manage the infrastructure and supplies. Without a consistent workforce to maintain, the public resources fell into disrepair due to Braxis's harsh environment. Chaos ensued once again as sides were quickly formed and everyone scrambled to take possession of whatever they could. From here, Alexi had caught the eye of scouts searching out those with psionic gifts and found himself whisked away from a planet that devolved into bandit tribes.
It wouldn't be until years later that Alexi returned to Braxis, though by no means were they ideal terms. Braxis had come under the Rentarou system's jurisdiction, who had been the ones to draft Alexi into their psionic initiative and trained the now young man into a precision instrument of death. Apparently, Braxis had unfortunately fallen victim to a parasitic alien race that threatened to use the planet as a stage to launch further invasions into the region. Watching above orbit from aboard a Rentarou battleship, the surface was bombarded by a tactical strike for days on end, superheating the crust and creating molten deserts where there had been glacier oceans. It was required he'd been told, that once the parasite took hold of their host, there could be no saving the individuals.
Alexi let out a sigh that caused his whole body to shudder, what came next was the same feeling that always befell him clarity and resolve--and the urge to drink.
A notification signaled across the HUD of his helmet and the psionic assassin closed one eye to gaze one last time through the scope of his weapon. An orange outline of Vishnak was visible through one of the few sections of wall that lacked a thick defensive plating. The crime boss, noticeable only by a combination of technology and psionic ability, had a nary a clue as to what was to come as he went about his routine, sitting down in his study with his scheduled appointment. The smug look on his features evaporated in a mist of purple vitae, his body sliding from his seat with a crash. Alexi had punctured through an air vent to strike down his mark; alarms sounding for the compound within the minute, though the hitman would be making his exit posthaste.
Another dead meatbag, another day he could eat.
Rain softly pelted the makeshift cover of foliage and dirt layered on top of a low to the ground mesh canopy.
Alexi peered through the viewfinder of his scope for what was probably the tenth time in the last half hour. His target obviously had yet to step on their mark; the assassin had ripped their exact itinerary from the mind of an unfortunate individual that had been "in the know." Stakeouts like this were often a formality for the psionic, as nine times out of ten, the necessary details were provided to the hitman upon taking the contract, cutting out the majority of the legwork. This had not been one of those breaks, but it was hardly a difficult endeavor; the worst part of this operation was the waiting. There were diligent patrols surrounding the facility where his mark, Vishnak Drakar, was holed away in and Alexi had a narrow opportunity to slip into the only vantage point for him to get a clean shot.
Vishnak, a midtier crime lord in this sector, had overstepped his bounds with greedy power grabs and had walked all over the wrong toes, Alexi was the response. Alexi had his chest to the damp earth for four hours now the temperature was barely above freezing, so the sniper counted himself thankful that his suit had an internal climate regulation for these occasions. Still, it left him with nothing to think about but his escape routine--which he'd gone over quite thoroughly--and his thoughts.
Never could he forget his past, Alexis's youth spent on Braxis, the frigid hell hole he called home. The planet was a fringe mining colony for a rare gas that had been designated for an experimental fuel source. The people shipped out to the frozen rock were promised a fresh start and decent pay to build the foundation of cities that would support future operations, and in a short span, the once desolate planetoid had a bustling population and a stable industry. What everyone should have seen coming, however, was the fuel source not panning out as scientists thought and the market for Braxis's gas supply vanishing overnight.
It was madness, a civil war the local government placed a stranglehold on the dwindling resources as companies packed up and ceased their own backing for any continued interest in Braxis. Alexi had participated in the conflict scarcely old enough to fire a rifle, but his latent psionic talents were beginning to form and helped lead the boy and his compatriots to victory. A hollow one at that, as the populace that consisted primarily of laborers and service workers, were left to try and manage the infrastructure and supplies. Without a consistent workforce to maintain, the public resources fell into disrepair due to Braxis's harsh environment. Chaos ensued once again as sides were quickly formed and everyone scrambled to take possession of whatever they could. From here, Alexi had caught the eye of scouts searching out those with psionic gifts and found himself whisked away from a planet that devolved into bandit tribes.
It wouldn't be until years later that Alexi returned to Braxis, though by no means were they ideal terms. Braxis had come under the Rentarou system's jurisdiction, who had been the ones to draft Alexi into their psionic initiative and trained the now young man into a precision instrument of death. Apparently, Braxis had unfortunately fallen victim to a parasitic alien race that threatened to use the planet as a stage to launch further invasions into the region. Watching above orbit from aboard a Rentarou battleship, the surface was bombarded by a tactical strike for days on end, superheating the crust and creating molten deserts where there had been glacier oceans. It was required he'd been told, that once the parasite took hold of their host, there could be no saving the individuals.
Alexi let out a sigh that caused his whole body to shudder, what came next was the same feeling that always befell him clarity and resolve--and the urge to drink.
A notification signaled across the HUD of his helmet and the psionic assassin closed one eye to gaze one last time through the scope of his weapon. An orange outline of Vishnak was visible through one of the few sections of wall that lacked a thick defensive plating. The crime boss, noticeable only by a combination of technology and psionic ability, had a nary a clue as to what was to come as he went about his routine, sitting down in his study with his scheduled appointment. The smug look on his features evaporated in a mist of purple vitae, his body sliding from his seat with a crash. Alexi had punctured through an air vent to strike down his mark; alarms sounding for the compound within the minute, though the hitman would be making his exit posthaste.
Another dead meatbag, another day he could eat.
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