[Thats what I thought XD Big mofo he is...]

[He's a named character, on the bad side, of course he's huge Should get a bit of time this evening to rewrite that post, sorry about the wait just suddenly very busy. I have a project now overdue and a job interview and need to shop again and just RAEG!
EDIT: Its probably going to be wednesday now before I get a chance to sit down and write, sorry about this guys ]

so apparently i have the keys to the ship i go to an open field and klick on the keys.the hip come flying on its an old cruiser but it will do i want to get in but then i feel the urge to ask eric along to my kingdom and treat him like royalty give him a piece of land and some soldiers to serve him and give him the title of count.
so i walk back to erics house and i pass alongside a small alley were i see eric kill a woman,when i saw that i felt happy cause he hated them to so i walked up to eric and asked if he needed help carrying the body to where ever he wants it.

[Rogue, your character fits good with the song 'master of puppets' from metallica ]

[The much awaited response...]
"The elf goes by the name of ghost. He is a prince from a world in the space between your holdings and The Empire. Or was. It seems that the Empire invaded it in full, and he believes to be the last survivor. He knows little of the ship he flew here in, he claims to be no technomancer, he is a leader and warrior. All he can tell us is how to operate it and that it is a decidedly average ship, far from the best of their fleet, but far from the worse. He has been returned to his stasis cell, but was first fed and allowed to sleep for a time."
<Good. He is cooperative. He must reveal to us the tactics the Empire used, genocide is unlike them, as is so swift a victory. What new weapons they have, who commanded their forces. He is a warleader?>
"So he says Master. Yet he lives, while his race has fallen. He may be incompetent, or a coward."
<Your grasp of sentience is improving Cain. I am pleased. Find out what you can of the fate of his race. There will be insufficient time to make servitors of them all, and it is unlikely that they will follow him if he is unrecognisable, as a servitor would. Yet it may be that the survivors will rally to him, and they can be used to hinder the Empire while the Legions mass. Find out what is possible from him of any survivors.>
"Your will Master." Cain sent an impulse to the communications servitor on Throk Mak Taur's collective. "Master, it would appear the offworlder human continues to tempt your wrath."
The Master leaned forward in His Seat, and sent a direct impulse to Throk Mak Taur and Cain. <THEN HE WILL LEARN THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS. INSTRUCT HIM.>
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Pontius paused at a window as he overlooked the street. Below him he saw the Reborn and a Minotaur drag a women into a hab block, and received an impulse from Pontius-Two-One, concealed in the shadows below him, confirming that they had entered a hab. He relayed the information to The Master, who responded informing him to continue the watch and get closer. He sent another impulse out to his subordinates, and a minute later Pontius-Two-Actual walked down the street. On his HUD, Pontius saw him enter the hab block and pausing next to the hab that the Reborn had entered, he knocked on the adjacent hab door. A woman opened the door, her face showing concern.
“Who are you? If you’re from the landlord we’ll have the rent tomo-“
Pontius-Two-Actual cut her off, “Im afraid I am from the Landlord ma’am, may I come in?”
“We’ll have the rent tomorrow! I promise sir!” The woman nearly wailed.
“You misunderstand me ma’am, I am not here about the rent. Im sure you will deliver in accordance to your agreement with the landlord, however I am here in regards to complaints from the appropriate government agency that the hab block is experiencing difficulties with it’s running water. I merely need to examine your sinks and bathrooms ma’am.”
“Oh...Em...Of course...” The woman opened the door wider to allow Pontius-Two-Actual into the hab, and led him up a short corridor. Inside he saw a child sitting at a table in front of a dataslate, who looked up briefly before returning to scowl at the screen. The woman motioned Pontius-Two-Actual in the direction of another hallway, turning to see the barrel of a silenced pistol sweeping up to aim directly at her, and her son’s deflated skull resting on the dataslate. The barrel flared slightly, and Pontius left his position at the window, and a moment later entered the hab. He sent an impulse to Pontius-Two-Actual to clear away the bodies and mess, as he silently set up a device that would allow a image of the Reborn’s hab to be visible on screen, and sound. Pontius knew the habs were soundproofed, but he linked the sound output from the device into his central cortex just in case. It did not do to be sloppy.
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Throk Mak Taur paused for a moment as though listening to something Alexin could not hear, as Alexin continued to rant. "Boy, you think us fools. You seek to distract us with your disgusting actions. You yet believe you may escape." He pulled a dataslate from his robes, and began to enter a series of instructions as he continued, still not looking at Alexin. "You will not. We are His Servitors. We are implacable. We serve His eternal Will. We," He looked at Alexin, "Are not fools. Unlike you it would seem. The next time you send your armour on an errand, you would do well not to send it into a barracks." He pressed the dataslate into Alexin’s face, and Alexin saw a dark chamber on its screen. In the center of the frame, but not the room, a red circle glowed to completion before falling out. As the red dropped away, a series of lights activated in the room, and Alexin saw that the walls of the chamber were lined with Servitors of the same kind that had so thoroughly beaten him before. Although unarmed, they emerged from their nooks in the wall, snaking pipes and tubes retracting into their sockets as the spider form of Alexin’s armour emerged through the wall. It appeared to do a swift survey of the room as the servitors stalked forward, before attempting to dive back through the hole from which it had come. Alexin winced as servitors boot crushed it into the ground. The servitor scraped the spider back from the hole with its foot, flipping it into another servitor. The servitor caught it with one hand, following through with the action to guide it into the path of yet another servitor’s fist. Throk Mak Taur allowed Alexin to watch the carnage for a few more moments before deactivating the slate and returning it to the folds of his robes. “Do not” He spat “Try and do that again.” He leaned in. “ You will answer. Torture will begin now.” He stepped just enough to one side for the robed figure to ram one hand smoothly into Alexin’s side, puncturing nerves with needle thin claws, and Alexin screamed as the entire right side of his body coursed with pain. The torturer shifted its arm slightly and the pain, and all other sensation, cut off like a switch. “The torture will last 30 minutes. I will then return. You will either answer me, or torture will recommence. Once it commences, it will not halt until the allotted time, even should you attempt to answer immediately. This is your punishment for disobedience. You will be denied food, drink, and rest. Your only respite will be when I return to interrogate you. Failure to answer my questions immediately will result in the recommencement of the torture. Your troll friend will do the same. And at 12 hours, if one of you has not answered, the other will be tortured as well. Both sessions will last one standard hour. Resistance is futile.” He turned to leave, casting one last word over his shoulder. “Fool.”

After carrying the body back to the house with atler, I decide that I can trust him. I tell him that I plan to test this woman and several others to genetically alter them into a more productive race. I shove a syringe into her arm and fill it, and lock it in a drawer until I can get the technology to analyse the DNA, I guess I will need to find a hospital to break into soon...

[Pay attention alexin >< Youre not being returned to your cell, theyre just going to keep torturing you permanently until you answer. Hexar too. Stop trying to escape, Im going to release you ffs ><]

After a long periode of time, they took me out of my static cell, and putted me back in the room where i've been questioned. 'Wait here for a few minutes. The questioning will begin soon.'
I already felt better, now that my arm was healed, i had some proper rest and food. And i finally he had time to get my thoughts back together. First of al my name. My name showed my might in the our kingdom, but everything was lost, and I wasn't worthy to carry that name. So I called myself the other fighters always called me in training. Ghost.
The same man from yesterday came in. 'I hope you already feel better now. The Master is interessed in you and wants to know everything about the way you fight .Answering will again give you food and rest, and maybe we will look for your arm' As he looked at my arm I saw suprise in his eyes, when he saw I could use it again. 'Now, let us begin'

[Ghost we're looking to find out how you fight, if there are any surviving elves from your kingdom, etc.]