Silus Saitorie: Bounty Hunter by Morgarawth  | TEAM: Solo Hero |  | SECTOR: UPTOWN |  | KIT CLASS: Master Training |
|  |  |  Brutal - 1 fatalaties! |  Winning Streak - 1 wins, no losses! |
| Fight Record
League Wins: 1
League Losses: 0
Out Of League Wins: 0
Out of League Losses: 0
Total Wins: 1
Total Losses: 0
Kristin St. Juste, the Firstborn - Win 11-3
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 | May 1st, 3055 --From the memoirs of Silus Saitorie: Entry One-- My name is Silus Saitorie; I'm a bounty hunter. An intergalactic bounty hunter, if ya believe that. I chase scumbags across the cosmos, track 'em down and bring 'em to justice. Now, I know what you're thinkin', what's the difference between a bounty hunter and a piece of shit mercenary? Well, I'll tell ya; the difference is... I'm not a piece of shit mercenary. Mercs have no souls; they sell themselves to whoever pays best. For the most part, bounty hunters track down the crème de la crap of the universe and take them out of business, one way or another. Dead or alive; that's our motto. How'd I get in on this gig? I needed the money to pay off some serious gambling debts, and working at the local spaceport flippin' burgers just wasn't gonna cut it. Turns out, I had a knack for it; bounty huntin', not flippin' burgers. I'm a regular bloodhound when it comes to trackin' people down, and I've gone after a bunch of 'em. Most of 'em I've brought in alive, but the others, well, I only need to stick enough of 'em in my pocket for a D.N.A. match to collect on it. It ain't the most glamorous of lifestyles, but I'm good at it, and it pays the bills, so I ain't gonna complain too much. I just hope the D. S. P. (Deep Space Prison) they stuck 'em all in can handle 'em all, cause if they ever got out, I'm gonna have an awful hard time catchin' 'em again when they're all tryin' to skin me alive. May 1st, 3055 --Five minutes after writing the first entry of his memoirs-- Beep, beep, beep. "Silus! Silus! Come on, get on the damn vidphone or you're dead! Silus!" "I'm comin', I'm comin'!" Silus came trotting into the living room, a worm of dread eating into his gut at the sight of his old friend on the holoscreen. "Tristan? Hey, what's goin' on? Why all the shou..." "Just shut up and listen! There was a riot at the D. S. P. Several of the inmates escaped. We got most of them rounded up, but the worst of them, ones you put away, are still loose. They know where you are. You've gotta get out of there now!" But Silus was already moving. "Safe room open!" he yelled as he ran across the room. A hidden door swung open soundlessly in the wall before him. He heard the doorbell ring ("Smart asses.") as he dove toward the room, then the entire front portion of Silus' house disappeared in a roar of fire and debris. Silus was blown sideways into an adjoining room, crashing into a priceless imitation Ming vase, smashing it into hundreds of Taiwan made pieces. Silus pushed himself quickly to his feet, shaking plaster pieces out of his hair. "Hey, Siiiluuus!" came a gravelly, mocking voice from outside. "Come out and play, Silus. We brought our to-ooooys." A barrage of laser fire lit up what was left of the living room, the occasional stray bolt ricocheting off in Silus' direction; he threw himself to the ground, pricking himself in a dozen places on broken pottery bits, and gettin' plaster in his hair again. "Son of a bitch!" he gasped, rolling over on his side. As he did, he noticed a familiar object sitting in the center of the broken vase base; his eyes widened. "Oh, I wondered where that went." He reached over and grabbed the round, baseball sized metallic object. He grinned mischievously, pressing a few buttons on the dark gray orb, speaking a few short phrases into it. A few more button pushes, and the orb hummed to life; it hovered a few inches over his hand, shimmered, then became completely transparent; a slight shimmer in the air was the only telltale sign. Silus heard it shoot off into the living room, and a few seconds later heard his voice echoing back at him. "Hey, over here dimwits!" and "You couldn't hit a super-nova with a heat seeking missile!" further on, and, even further away, "Come on you wussies, come and get me!". There was the sound of gunfire leading off in the opposite direction, then the sound of booted feet chasing after the sound of his voice. He laughed silently to himself, then once again got to his feet. Knowing they wouldn't be fooled by the mock-bot for long, he made his way to the corner of the room and peeked around; a lone sentry stood guard, the dumbass staring off in the direction his buddies went. Steeling himself, Silus darted across the floor, once again diving for the safety of his hidden sanctuary. The thug turned at the sound, sending a few laser bolts Silus' way, but it was too late; Silus had rolled to his feet in his armored room, the door closing seamlessly behind him. "Play times over, boys." Silus said, gazing fondly at the racks of bright, shiny destruction hanging before him. | Personality: "Hello, I'm Silus Saitorie, Intergalactic Bounty Hunter, and I'm here to tell you to support your local law enforcement agency. They're here to protect you so you don't have to do it yourself. But if they can't get the job done, call me; for the right price, I'll hunt down those baddies and bring 'em to justice. Remember, your local law enforcement agency is here to serve you; I just do it better." |
 | | Strength: | Standard Normal human strength. | Agility: | Superior This fighter can dodge, weave and move
with the grace of an Olympic gymnast. | | Body: | Standard Normal human endurance. | Mind: | Weak BELOW normal human mental power.
Not the sharpest tack in the drawer. |
 | Diamythril Armor |
- Power: Body Armor
- Level:Supreme
- Kit Power Link: Master Training
- Reinforced Defenses Defense blocks Armor Piercing attacks.
Silus had come charging out of his safe room to find himself flung back into it by the force of a well timed laser bolt fired by the dumbass sentry. Silus lay on the floor, slack jawed, tongue lolling out, weapon held loosely at his side. The thug, a human crossbreed with a pig snout instead of a nose, crept up cautiously on the motionless form of the bastard that had put him away. He nudged Silus with the barrel of his gun; no response. He did it again, harder this time, staring dumbly at the bounty hunters lifeless face. "Boo!" Silus cried, wagging his tongue frighteningly in the other man's stunned face. Pig snout stumbled backwards, losing both weapon and bowel control at the same time. An instant later, he lost his head, it having been seared off by a round from Silus' laser rifle. He got to his feet for the third time that day, running a hand over the scorch marks on his chest. His Diamythril* armor had worked as well as ever, the energy of the laser bolts expending harmlessly against it; he had donned it before running out of the safe room.The sound of angry yelling announced the return of the dead fellows play mates; Silus moved off in the direction of the dissonant grumbling.. *Diamythril- An extremely durable synthetic metal made from the molecular bonding of the magical, mystical metal mythril, and diamond dust. Diamythril weapons and armor are nigh indestructible, and therefore highly sought after. And no, they are not sparkly.
 | Something's not right here |
- Power: Danger Sense
- Level:Superior
- Kit Power Link: Master Training
He ran into the hallway, waiting for his pissed off playmates to show up; he could hear them, but he couldn't see anyone. He saw a distortion in the air speeding toward him, something small trailing behind it. It was the mock-bot; the bastards had reprogrammed it, sending it back in his direction. But what was attached to— Realization and action came at the same moment. Silus threw himself through the closest window just seconds before the mock bot/micro bomb went off, buckling the walls outward and bringing the ceiling down to meet the floor in a rumbling, crumbling tumble.
 | A whole lotta fun on the run |
- Power: Weapons Creation
- Level:Supreme
- Seeker This attack hunts and follows its target.
- Ranged and Melee Attack! Attack is equally effective at range and up close.
- Armor Piercing This attack ignores normal defenses which are not Reinforced.
- Multi Attack Attack can hit multiple times during one strike.
Silus lay face first down on the ground...again. "I'm really gettin' tired of this shit," he thought, getting to his hands and knees. He felt a presence behind him; he spun around on his knees, raising his laser rifle at the same time. Standing there in a semi-circle, pointing some of the biggest, nastiest guns at him he had ever seen, were five of the biggest, nastiest sum bitches he had ever tracked down: Arachnos Zepdos- A four arm mutate and Mafia enforcer; Ciriano Thatch- Woman beater and illegal arms dealer; Darien Walker- Master of disguise and sexual predator; His identical twin brother, Marian Walker- Cross dresser and sexual predator (of barnyard animals); and the Scagnathian assassin, Goregreed- A master in all things naughty and a not very nice person at all. Wicked smiles gleamed down at him, feral and savage, making his blood run cold. They were just itching to send him to a wet, messy grave. All that held them back was Goregreed; they wouldn't make a move without his say so. Silus cleared his throat."Well, looks like you got me dead to rights. My little gun isn't much good against that impressive arsenal of yours." He spread his arms out in supplication, his weapon still in his right hand. The baddies grinned even more fiercely, except Goregreed, suspicion darkening his face. "I guess I'll just have to give up." Two things happened then: Goregreed yelled at his pals to fire, and Silus' laser rifle vanished, replaced by a flamethrower in each hand.* In the silence of the night, you could actually hear their jaws hit the ground. That second of stunned inaction was just the break Silus needed; he pulled the triggers, both flame throwers throwing flames into the faces of his would be executioners. Goregreed was the only one smart enough to see it coming; the others stood there like deer in the headlights of an oncoming Mack truck. The flame throwers lit them up like miniature bonfires, their screams and the odor of frying flesh filling the night. The flamethrowers were replaced by a rail gun, an ancient, but extremely destructive, automatic weapon. He swept the gun in a wide arc, filling the air with slugs of lead death. His four flaming foes were flung backward, or at least pieces of them were, the barrage of bullets chewing through their bodies, severing limbs; they fell dead to the ground in several places. Nodding his head in satisfaction, Silus got to his feet to search for their erstwhile leader when he felt cold, hard metal pressed against the back of his head. "You're dead, boy!" Goregreed hissed, discharging his weapon point blank; Silus' head vanished. *W. R. S. (Weapon Retrieval System)- Imbedded in Silus' brain is a micro-chip that creates a mental link between his mind and the weapon systems in his safe room. With a mere thought, he can exchange one or more weapons for the one in hand. Having the right weapon at the right time had gotten him out of more sticky situations than he cared to think about.
 | Now you see me, now you're dead |
As did the rest of him. Goregreed stared at his gun in shock; it had never vaporized anyone before. He slid the gun carefully into it's holster, and walked into the clearing. Then he was on his knees, hands pressed to the sides of his head, his brain on fire. Feeling something warm and wet, he lowered his hands, staring at them in stunned confusion; they were covered in blood. He looked up uncomprehendingly, and saw Silus striding calmly toward him.* Eyes wide, terrified, he toppled to the ground, dead. Silus stared around the clearing at the bloody carnage that littered his yard. He shook his head as he walked into his thoroughly decimated house. He came back out with a small bag in his hand, just big enough for a piece of each corpse to claim his bounty. *Now, for those of you who are wondering how Silus pulled off this little trick, here's a little history lesson. A few years ago, Silus had saved the life of the daughter of a master magus, powerful in all things arcane. He wove a spell that instilled the power of teleportation in Silus. He can't teleport far, or many times in a row, but it's a terrific little emergency exit when he needs one.
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