Class is in session (Station 7)

[Faclan]

Zin; Profile

(Anyone can join, just know that if you are using pre war characters they will be older. This shall be taking place around 2570, seventeen years after the war ended. Station Seven is a massive space station where all the species of the galaxies are free to trade and meet. I may become a board when the Post-War board becomes a real thing - if that happens I'll make a more detailed history and explanation of it. Just know for now its enormous, each race has its on section for things like their own food and goods but they are all connected in a central area, but everyone is free to wander where they wish after getting through customs to enter the station.)


Zin Laz - T'vaoan teacher
Station 7 cargo bay, Kig-Yar section
The lessons begin.

This would be a common experience for Zin, just in a brand new location with brand new students. To teach a group some skills to help them survive and possibly earn some payment. But he didn't expect many to show up really. He normally taught this kind of thing to other Kig-Yar at guild headquarters when he returned with a bounty to claim and he had the time. Individuals who he knew would be into learning this kind of thing and would for sure help them as fellow hunters or those who may be hunted. But now he had not only non-hunter or possibly hunted Kigs but all the other species of the galaxy that could show up...really he didn't know what to think about what could happen.

But he kept that to himself as he sat with some of the other students, looking bored and confused. The three Kigs, one Unggoy, one Human, and one Sangheili that had showed up already also looking bored and confused that the teacher wasn't there. Zin would reveal himself eventually, but he had already started with lesson one. That you could never trust a picture, as he had left one of himself on the notice for this class, to lead you to your target alone. And for those who could be chased it would be that a simple hair color change and different clothes were often all that you needed to fool those who had only ever seen an image of you.

There wasn't much set up really for the class besides a projector screen where Zin had already loaded up a section of pictures from his job as well as products that could be used to hide both hunter and hunted. Then a table in front of it that was currently covered that contained a selection of small but effective weapons that were easily concealable.

A class he had run many a time before, but he was looking forward to a new crowd, assuming more showed up.

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti - S7 Security Chief

When he heard there was going to be an interesting class taught by a Kig-Yar by one that he had encountered years ago before, he thought he would stop by and see what information Zin Laz would teach to the class. He arrived, wearing semi-worn black combat boots, olive cargo pants and an old ONI shirt underneath his black zipped-up hoodie with the hood covering his head. He was 61 now, a little more hardened in his appearance with a scruffy light beard, but still looked younger for his age, besides the graying hairs of his beard and hair on top of his head that was a little longer than he used to have it during his time in the military, but still kept short. He looked at the faces of the Kigs who were sitting in their seats, and then at the other human, and the Sangheili as he made his way all the way toward the back, and sat down in the middle desk so he could keep an eye on everyone in the whole class. Now, he sat quietly, studying each one as he leaned back in his chair, while waiting for Zin, and then if there were more students to show up. He figured only a minority of people would show up for it, and wasn't expecting all the empty seats to be filled.

[Wax™]

Jason Bowers

Jason wandered the Kig-Yar district of Station 7 with his hands jammed into his pockets. He was wearing large coyote brown combat boots with desert camouflage cargo pants on, bloused at the ends and a black shirt with the insignia of his SPARTAN IV unit and emblem on the back. Though this was covered by a black leather jacket he had zipped up over top with the emblem of the SPARTAN IV program embroidered on the back. Jason was roughly forty eight years of age now and decided to become a SPARTAN when the S-4 program was first announced and he managed to make it into the first class of 145 in January 7, 2553.

Jason continued to wander through the Kig-Yar district looking for a particular area where he heard of a class being taught by a Zin Laz, he had seen a notice on one of the boards in the Human sector and ripped it off ten minutes prior to the starting of the class as a reference as to where to go. He had already memorised it in the first five seconds of looking at the poster originally but decided to take it for a reference either way. He was kind of confused as to why the Kig-Yar teacher had a picture of his face plastered on the front of the poster but it didn't phase Jason too much. As Jason unknowingly got closer to his destination he noticed he was getting many strange looks from the Kig-Yar's passing by him, he also got the same looks in the Sangheili district and pretty much every other district. It was probably due to his height considering he stood somewhere around 7'0" thanks to his SPARTAN IV augmentations. He's a little taller than most other SPARTAN IV's but that's only thanks to his large height before the augmentations.

Looking up Jason had realised he unknowingly arrived at his destination. Stepping into one of the many Station 7 cargo bays he immediately noticed three Kig-Yars, one Unggoy a Sangheili and two fellow humans. Analysing each of them he stepped into the area and stopped briefly at the table at the front of the class. Picking up one of the many items on the table even if he wasn't supposed to, he analysed it and let out a soft grunt before moving to take a seat. As he stepped by one of the Kig-Yars he offered the creature a nod before stopping in his tracks and canting his head to the side, the creature looked a lot like the Kig-Yar on the front of the Zin Laz poster. Jason smiled before pressing past and taking an empty seat by a fellow human in a black zipped up hoodie and the Sangheili. He looked over to the Sangheili and offered the creature a nod before waiting.

[roachman34]

Connor Lawton, Trader
Station 7, Cargo Bay A-5
Time to Trade...

Connor sighed and looked at the datapad that contained his cargo manifest. It was strange going from being in the fast paced and high adrenaline life of being an ODST but after he lost his leg it was difficult. The customs had been a hassle but it's what you had to go through when you were a trader. He leaned down and scratched at where the prosthetic connected with the stump of his leg. He checked the list again. He began stacking several crates of onto a dolly and began wheeling it towards the elevator that would take him towards the large market where he could sell his goods, mainly food, and some ship parts. Though he had a few other things such as medical supplies like herbal medicines, a few first aid kits, and a small crate of bio-foam canisters. Soon after Connor got his stall set up he flicked an old neon 'OPEN' sign on and sat back and waited for customers. He had heard of a class of some kind but that was at the back of his mind though he thought to himself, "Maybe I should go check that out if today is slow."

[tento125]

SDF Admiral "Nam" Chanachon Boonphakdee and SDF Colonel Chatchai Buabaisri
Station 7
Class time I guess.....

"Aw ghai krub?" (So what now sir?) Nam heard Chatchai address him.

"Yaak pai pa la?" (You wanna go?)

Both Nam and Chatchai had just recently docked in to an alien space station called station 7. They had left the ship earlier with its crew of 6 Saensuk Navy personnel that had brought with them a dozen crate's worth of Saensuk made human guns. Officially, they're not suppose to be here, but Nam had managed to persuade Chatchai to accompany him here. The former ODST could use a little down time. They had now found an advert advertising a class taught by a space chicken on spec-ops stuff, which could be useful in the on going conflict between the SDF and a well organized group of pirates.

"Mai me arai tee ja sear ni" (There's nothing to lose) Chatchai finally replied.

With that said, they both walked on, easily finding the room where the class is about to be held. They took a scan of the environment. A bunch of aliens and a SPARTAN?? For all intent and purposes, the last place a SPARTAN should be is a class teaching something they should already know by heart.

Satisfied, they both took their places near the front row and waited.....

[Llau]

Michelangelo Moretti - S7 Security Chief

He continued to watch as some more people showed up after he did, with four more humans. The taller one, of course, looked rather familiar to him as he eyed him a little longer when the man sat down somewhere in front of him. Wasn't that the Spartan-IV who recently passed through security? I wonder...he thought, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Bowers, was it? Well, he's certainly not Apache. The only other Bowers he encountered, was the Captain back in 2551. Though, he wasn't quite sure if Brendan even joined the S-IV program, since Moretti left ONI after the war was over, but that doesn't mean he was out of the loop with everything ONI was doing. He could find out himself, or ask Bowers after class what his brother was up to. There were others who continued to file in, but not too much to fill the whole class, but it ended up becoming a decent class size when it seemed like no more were entering.

He took a moment to check for any messages on his TAC-PAD, and then slowly shifted his eyes up toward the front where one of the Kig-Yar who was already here before he arrived was sitting. The T'vaoan had different colored feathers and had on a different outfit this time, but the more he looked, the more he remembered who he was. He slowly grinned a bit. The alien almost blended in with the crowd...almost, so he did give him a little credit there for trying. He rubbed at his chin for a moment, obviously looking like he was up to no good from the mischievous grin on his face, but once an ONI little shit, always an ONI little shit. 

He grunted mockingly, "So, mate," He stared right at Zin as the T'vaoan started to get up out of his seat, "Are you going to start the bloody class now, or are you just going to pretend to look around like one of us 'bored, confused students', wondering just where the teacher for this class is, Zin?"


(Hope this is good, Fac. :> )

[Faclan]

(A bit surprised this got all the attention o: - thanks guys <3. Also the stuff I mention from the table is stuff I will hopefully be finishing the proposals for eventually x.x.)

Zin Laz - T'vaoan teacher
Station 7 Cargo bay, Kig-Yar section
Well aren't you just an observant little bird?

Keeping up the act as some more humans filed in Zin was actually surprised that he was getting a lot of the Flat Faces to show up. He would have expected to have mroe Kigs as they are the ones who most often got a bounty placed on them and would need some pointers if they wanted to hide. He was damn near falling out of his chair when one of the Spartans showed up. It was one of the new age ones, the Mini D's as several of his fellow hunters had taken to calling them since they were thought of as 'lesser Demons', but still a Spartan. Dang...Must have been really bored. He did tilt his head a bit with the Spartan picked up a Pacifier Punch (ZAP) from the table and hoped that he wouldn't be stupid enough to turn it on while resting his hand on the small spikes but you never knew with these Flat Faces.

But it looked like the class was a good size now and some of the early arrivals were getting annoyed since it was near seven minutes past the start time he had on the advertisement. Best to start now before they got up and left. So Zin started to get up around twenty seconds after the last Humans sat down - that was before someone spoke up about a mate? Glancing back at the sneaky Human in the back Zin looked at him for a few seconds before he finished his little statement and Zin remembered who he was. The S7 Security Chief...surprised to see him able to be here and not overseeing something but oh well.

"It was part of the Class Sir, I'm glad you could all be here and surprised you were able to find a moment to come down Chief." Seems Zin hadn't made the connection to the Security Chief and the Mike he ran into years ago. More time for talking later.

Moving up toward the table Zin glanced back toward the Spartan as he nodded at the punch he picked up. "Careful with that Spartan, its live and I don't want to have to send for Medical for you incapacitating yourself with many volts." Now at the front he resting back against the table, shifting the cover to cover up the other weapons that the Spartan so rudely tossed aside to grab one before starting to speak.

"Thank you all for coming and welcome to the class for today. I'm Zin Laz, registered Mev-Ut hunter from the guild Eayn's Grasp; we'll be going over tools of defense and capture as well as how to better hunt and hide from hunters - perhaps like myself - today. Everything from changing you appearance in subtle ways to throw off the hunter enough to let you escape, such as I did." He clicked the little projector control he had to show off the picture he put on the class advert. This way those there could directly compare how Zin looked now compared to the picture provided. "Which seemed to fool a good few of you. Never forget the importance of the simplest options available to you." He clicked the button again to show a basic Mev-Ut contract page. It showed a space for a name a picture, species and physical information, the crime, the location the crime was committed, a estimate of the targets location, and then at the bottom who was giving the bounty and the reward as well as dead or alive. It was blank for display purposes. "Always remember that when a mark is placed the Hunter will often only have a picture of video of you from near the day the 'deed'," he finger quoted with his middle finger on each hand. "If any visual information at all. They are often discarded if there is no picture but some Hunters will go on physical descriptions alone. But if on the run and you know they will send for you its always best to change your appearance as an initial step before taking more defensive measures."

He rolled his shoulders before smiling out at the crowd. "Any questions or comments so far?"

Hopefully they liked the class, there wasn't any initial payment on their part, since the Station Staff had requested he give the class and paid for it, but tips were always nice.