Torroes_Prime

Carrying enough fire power to rival some third world armies, the transfer team stood before Torroes' door. The Long Bow sergents asked if the team was ready and there was a mixture of various affirmatives. The first sergent slid open the door to reveal the gargantuan form of torroes. He made no attempt to flee or fight but stood there waiting for the guards and long bow to begin.
The first pair of guards stepped forward carrying a pair of industrial strength shackles. Torroes made no effort to resiste as his arms were locked in place against his chest, his balled fists pressed under his chin.
A second pair of gaurds stepped forward and shakled Torroes' legs. Under view of several high power rifles, and several extreme voltage tasers the team lead Torroes out of his cell and into A-block. In truth, the weapons were not needed nore would they stop Torroes if he chose to run. The Rifles could damage his mechanics, if the round got far enough into the mechanisms. THat was a long shot. THe tasers meant little to torroes. They would be an annoyance but they would not stop him.
With a defined purpose, the team lead Torroes into the A-block. For a moment there was a series of chatter as inmates made comments about fresh meat, but it abrubtly stopped when they saw that the 'fresh meat' was the 9 and a half feet tall, 1200 pounds, cobalt laminated cera-tanium armored Torroes Prime. It was well rumored that Torroes powers and abilities, unlike the inmates' powers and abilities, were not inhibited by the power suppression fields and narcotics. Weather this was true was only a guess.
The team lead Torroes to a cell, keyed in a door code and the massive door unlocked and slid open, the enormous locking mechanism cleary visisble as it retracted into the door and wall respectivly.
"IN!" The long bow sergent directed. Torroes took a series of five steps, his movement inhibited by the shackles on his legs.
The four guards that originally shackled Torroes stepped in and removed the shackles and just as quickly vanished from the celled through the door. The cell door came crashing shut with a thud that indicated it weight being close to a ton. As the door closed, the light leveled began to level out and Torroes' eyes adjusted to the relative darkness. He saw he was no alone in the cell, there were at least two other occupants.
Torroes set his eyes upon Phaith and Hotaka.
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((OOC: Just incase it helps to know who the heck's looking at ya, here's Torroes Prime: http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...rroes-shot.jpg ))

The Mayor of Paragon city was a heavy set man with a thick mushtache. He walked with a heavy stride while chomping on a large cigar. Standing about him was not the singular heroic Icon Statesman, but a collection of Long Bow commanders, Police officials, a trio of heroes. Due to their visit, recreation time was being delayed till late afternoon, not that Warden Zyle had the slightest intension of loosing a chance at the bonus' the mayor could send his way.
The warden took great pains to explain in great detail how the Zigg was under funded relative to the caliber of criminal it held and that i was a miracle there hadn't been any serious break out yet. He also added that it was likely only a matter of time until there was a break out the inmates would be loose on Paragon city once more.

The tour seemed to be going well, with only minimal comments about operations from the Long Bow commanders. THat is, until they got to Block E. The long Bow commanders immediantly became enraged when they found that Warden Zyle was housing inmates in what was meant to be a supply storage area.
Zyle however, immediantly turned it to his advantage and wove a tale of himself and his meager staff performing impossible tasks with a third of the resources such taskes would demand. He continued to elaborate on it by stating they were approaching the breaking point. The commanders backed off slighty. That is until they came to Torroes' cell.

"THIS CREATURE IS A CLASS A! WHY IS IT NOT IN THE MAXIMUM SECURITY BLOCK!" One of the commanders demanded. Before Zyle could even draw a breath to respond the commander lit into the warden once more.
"I IMMEDIANTLY ORDER IT TO BE TRANSFERED TO THE A BLOCK MAXIMUM SECURITY ZONE BY THE END OF THE DAY!" The commander bellowed. As the warden opened his mouth to reply, or perhaps to argue, the commander finmished his command.
"AND TO ENSURE ALL POSSIBLE SECURITY MESSURES ARE FOLLOWED, I AM ASSIGNING SERGENT REYNOLDS AND SERGENT MAINSTIAFF TO GAURD THE INMATE UNTIL SUCH TIME AS IT'S TRANSFER IS COMPLETE!" The other two long bow officers stepped forward and came to parade ground attention on either side of Commander Thompson.
"You don't have the authority to do that!" Warden Zyle bellowed.
"Warden Zyle, I am instructing you to carry out Commander Thompson's instructions. I trust there will be no need to have the commander conduct a follow up visit" The Mayor said in a solid and even toned voice. He stepped close to the Warden, his large gut forcing the warden back. "Will there?"
"No Mayor. There won;t be" Warden Zyle replied, already making a mental list of what would need to be done to accomplish the orders. Despite Torroes history with in the Zigg he was still considered highly dangerous and required a 12 person fully armed escourt to be moved. With the long Bow Lackies standing around, Zyle would have little choice to follow those standards to the letter. That would mean the escourt would need to pull additional officers to facilitate. THat would leave too few officers to cover the recreation yard. Rec time would need to be canceled for the day.

((OOC: Sorry, but waiting around was getting old))

OKay, well maybe it was the no armed man. But yeah, I got my *@@ kicked by a guy with no arms. Anyone wanna explain how that happened? (I know I know, game glitch, it didn't render the arms)

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...e-armedman.jpg

while I typically work to craft full bios for all my characters, the only one I've been able to distill down to the 1023 limit is my Brute, Torroes prime. I'm not at home right now so I don't have access to the game. But more or less this is what I put in the bio box:


"The result of on man's mechaninations to craft the ultimate solder, Torroes Prime was once a young man who scrapped out a living by stealing. While he worked at a villains labratory, he was subjected to what appeared to be an attack from Long Bow. The result of the attack was a mutation that changed the young man into the monster that is Torroes Prime.
Despite his gargantuan proportions, and anatomy driven for combat, Torroes is a dedicated team leader, frequently staying behind to cover his team mates in a retreat or defending other team mates while they recover.

Torroes waited in his cell. It was breakfast time, and many of the inmates would be in the cafeteria. Which meant Torroes wouldn't be.
Joe came to the open door way with a tray. The plate contained a small serving of eggs and a single hash brown. The glass of orange juice contained barely a cup of juice. Due to the cybernetic nature of Torroes' body, he required very little food intake.
"Thanks Joe," Torroes said as he took the tray offered.
"How are the inmates?" Torroes asked as he ate the hash brown.
"Bout the same I guess." Joe answered with a shrug. "That one guy, Velkon seems to be stiring up trouble agian. Nothing major. Just looks like his usall crap." Joe explained. He noticed the Chemistry books stacked on the table.
"What are those for? Planning to make a nerve gas?" Joe asked jokingly. Torroes threw him a side ways grin at the irony his joke.
"No, You mentioned Ashley was having some troube with Chemistry. Next time she visits I was going to see if I could help her some." Torroes explained.
"Ah, well she'd appreciate the help, as would I. Those text books are not ment for normal people to read!" Joe said with a chuckle.
Torroes quickly downed the orange juice and ate the eggs handing the now empty tray back to Joe.
"Don't forget, Statesman and the Mayor are coming today. So you need to stay in here" Joe said.
"I remember." Torroes assured him. Joe began to pull the door shut but Torroes held it open with his hand.
"Hey Joe, if anything happens, with the other inmates. You know whos side I'm on," Torroes said looking into Joe eyes. Joe stood statue solid for a moment.
"Yes, I do. And no matter what the Warden or Seig say, I appreciate it. I just hope we never need THAT kind of back up." Joe said.

With the autum days now in possession of the sun and its course through the heavens, the days grew shorter and so by 4:30 in the afternoon the sun was already setting. Torroes gathered the books up and returned to the innards of the Zigguraut. He was forced to take a long round about route to avoid the inmates cells. His room was in Block E while the criminals were in blocks A and B. Block C housed the security complex and admin center, Block D the Medical centers and storage faciliaties. Block E had originally been for additional storage, but as black A over flowed into blow B additional arrangements for medium and low security needed to be made.
As Torroes walked through the hall way, his metallic feet clanked loudly on the marble floors. He was limited to the lower levels, not due to any rule or the guards but do to physicality. Torroes mechanical body weighed over a thousand pounds and his foot structure ment that was weaight was dispersed over a square area of approximatly 4 square feet. at 250lbs per square foot of area, Torroes wasn't interested in testing the structural stability of the upper levels of blocks D and E.
Several guards gave Torroes a hard time as he passed through the hall ways. The run of the mill mostly, theats, attempts at intimidation, asking if he needed any superdyne and what he had to trade for it. Torroes ignored them. You could not intimidate someone who already saw himself as dead. And Torroes had no interest in obtaining superdyne. in Truth the only thing he wanted was to remain here, in the zigguraut peacefully until he died. Of course that was contingent on IF he could die. Torroes had endured a great deal over the years. Hits from super tankers, impacts from cannons, poioning, electrocution. He'd even had a building or two dropped on him. ANd yet here he was walking, albeit with a rebuilt mechanical body.
Torroes returned to the library to search for another book. As he stood amonge the low shelves of books he heard a series of high pitched jingles that made his ear perk. It almost sounded like tiny christmas bells, but Torroes had no need to investigate. HE already knew the bells. He knew who they belongs to. Doctor Raiken. RUmors were abound about the good doctor. How he used prisoners of the Zig for expirments that would otherwise be illegal. That he tested random mixtures of chemicals with the inmates. That he was worse then many of the inmates currently held in the Zig. Still, you can not intimadate someone who sees themselves as already dead, so the Doctor had little ability to friegthen Torroes.
"Ah Torroes," Came the high pitched voice laden with a deep german acsent. :"It is always such a pleasure to see a specimen such as yourself,"
"Doctor," Torroes nodded but made no attempt to engage in conversation.
"I hear Manner's little girl Ashley is coming for a visit later this week, I do so hope shes in good health." The doctor said with a half cackle. Torroes filed the comment away with out response. Raiken came close to Torroes, the bells at the edge of his coat producing a series of musical notes that were anything but lyrical. He began to to closely examine Torroes' exo-skelatal servos and pistons.
"Such a marvel of technology and fused with such an astounding anatomy as well." THe moved started to touch Torroes' elbow joint. Torres raised his arm and gentle held the doctor at bay.
"If you will excuse me Doctor, I am currently engaged. I have no need of your services today!" Torroes said sternly. The Doctors face contorted for a brief second and then washed back to normal and just ad quickly he was gone. Torroes did not like the doctor and was greatful he did not need to deal with him on a regular basis.
Selecting the book "Crime and Punishment" Torroes left the library to return to his cell.
"Ah Torroes! Out for a little stroll are we?" Came a bellowing voice form behind. The voice was recognizable no matter the circumstances. Assistant Krill. Krill was a large man, but not so large as the head guard Sieg. But more to the point, Krill was an opportunist. If he was approaching Torroes, Krill had something to gain out of it.
"Just returning my cell sir," Torroes replied with missing a step. His reference of 'sir' was strictly to expident the engagment he already knew was coming.
"Well that;s good. Because you know inmates are not be walking around." Krill said rapping his knuckles agianst the wall as he walked. He quicked his pace so that he was now ahead of Torroes.
"Yes sir I am aware of that, however you do allow me some liberties the inmates do not have and I am ever greatful for them sir." Torroes replied. Suddenly. Krill shot infront of Torroes his neck craning as far back as it could go in an attempt to meet with Torroes eye to eye. Given Krill's height of 5'11" it was a wasted effort when compared to Torroes 9'8". Torroes stopped in his tracks and looked down at Krill. Despite the goliathian difference in size, Krill did not back down.
"DOn't forget. I'll be watching you! You even breath in the general direction of something you shouldn't be near and I'll throw you in the A block with the rest of the screwsies! You got that Hammer head!" Krill barked. Once agian, Torroes was not intimidated, but made no effort to debuff the mains taunt.
"YEs sir. It is understood!" Torroes barked in response. Krill stepped out of the wall and motioned Torroes forward.
"Be on you way," Krill said as if directing school children at a crossing.

((OOC: okay, I just did a quick glance over the first page. Very interesting idea and from what I've seen very well thought out. But what's it got to do with Torroes?))

((OOC: Hears wimpher from computer))

((OOC: That's nice. What's he talking about?))

((OOC: never heard of it before you mentioned it. Care to eleborate?))

and another one
http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...esprime-03.jpg

hehe didn't intend for it to be so long.

Okay, this one is a bit of ego strocking since it's a wall-paper of one of my characters. But hey, whats the point of going to the trouble of creating a toon and crafting a back story if you're gonna do a little ego stroking?

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...esprime-02.jpg

thanks, what logo contest?

also. a friend of mine made a new brute. When he showed me it, I couldn't help it. I had to make a wall paper for it. Here is it:
http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...0X600-bbcm.jpg

heres another one I made. THis time for Ghost widow.

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...stwidow-01.jpg

I'm gonna tell everyone right now, my character does violate several of the rules set down for this RP. However, I've already contact SiccNess and cleared it through him before I posted this. He said it's cool for me to go ahead with this as I have it written here. Just an FYI, my character is here because he chooses to be. However, if he were propery controlled and properly powered up, he can be used as a very effective means to escape...

Joe and Steven stepped toward the cell door. Joe went to grab hold of the door latch when Steven stopped suddenly.
"Hey, don't we need back up? Just incase he tries something I mean." Steven asked, his hand already resting on the pistol resting at his side.
"Nah, not for this one. He's not the like the other freaks and psychos in here." Joe replied as he unlocked the door and heaved to open the large door. The door slide open with a loud grinding sound indicating its weight. Steven looked into the cell room. Unlike the others he had seen here, this one had an almost inhuman accommodation to it. The room contained a single massive bed that never looked as if it'd ever been used, let alone recently with a small book case against one wall. There were several philosophical books on the shelves.
As the door finished sliding open, Joe suddenly found the occupant of the cell. Standing statue straight in the corner of the room, obscured by the shadow of the door. The shadow retreated in accordance with the door and showed the occupant in detail. Standing nearly 9 feet tall, he might have been some mechanical Greek statue. His mechanical body was a dull grey and his face obscured in shadow.
Joe retrieved a large electronic device from his belt, felt around the statues back side, and apparently found what he was looking for.
“Bingo,” He said as he inserted the device into a connection port and pressed the switch. With all the subtlety of an avalanche, the massive statue of a mutant jerked and jumped slightly. Its eyes began to glow a dull yellow and its face became animated. His eyes fluttered briefly before focusing on Joe.
“Good morning Joe,” The massive mutant said.
“Hey Torroes. Sleep well?” Joe replied.
“Well enough, all things considered. How’s Ashley doing?” Torroes replied with an echoing voice.
“She’s doing well. Having a lot of trouble with chemistry right now, and I gotta tell you those high school classes are murder.” Joe replied with a chuckle. Torroes grinned and set his eyes on Steven.
“I don’t believe we’ve meet. I’m Torroes Prime,” Torroes said extending a hand toward Steven. Steven knocked the mechanical appendage away with his side arm with out a word.
“STEVEN!” Joe snapped. Torroes calmly placed a hand on Joe’s shoulder.
“It’s alright Joe. I’ve never expected to make many friends in here.” Torroes said. Joe turned and looked up at Torroes briefly.
“Alrighty, well its 8am so same as any other day big fella.” Joe said.
“Thanks Joe.” Torroes replied. The two guards stepped out of the cell and Steven stopped to grab hold of the door to close it. Joe put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
“What?!” Steven shrieked.
“Torroes is a special case. We don’t need to lock him up. We just need to keep the other inmates away from him.” Joe explained.
“What the hell are you talking about? Look at him; he could rip our heads off if we let him loose!” Steven said indicating Torroes.
“If it were any other sick psycho in this place I would agree with you. But Torroes isn’t a problem. We just need to make sure the other inmates stay away from him.” Joe explained.
“What do you mean away from him? You make it sound like he’s chainsaw or something.” Steve said sounding a bit confused.
“As you are undoubtedly aware, I am a cyber-mutant.” Torroes said as he turned from the book shelves. “At my full power levels, no prison on the planet, this one included could hold me if I chose to leave. I have voluntarily had my systems powered down. So long as a large enough battery or a large enough dose of Superdyne is not introduced to my systems, I remain at an approximate 1% systems rating. If the inmates knew this, I have no doubts that some of them would find a way to take remote control of my systems and utilize me as a weapon.” Torroes explained. His explanation was flat and even, but not with a hint of fear. But it wasn’t a fear for himself; it was a fear for everyone else. Torroes was literally here because he chose to be here.
Steven glared at Torroes for a moment before he turned and walked off with Joe leaving Torroes cell door open.
“Okay, what’s that monster’s story?” Steven demanded of Joe as the pair turned a corner. Joe reached for a newspaper and unfolded the first section. He quickly seated himself behind a desk and began reading the newspaper making a clear indication that he wasn’t intending to answer. Joe turned to a file cabinet and searched for a moment quickly withdrawing a file. Opening the folder, he flipped through the contents.
“It says here, he’s convicted of over 200 murders and at least 140 charges of assault and various other charges. So why’s he free to do as he wishes in here!” Steven demanded.
Joe tossed the news paper on the table to his left.
“Yes, he was charged with 200 murders. Look at the court log.” Joe said.
“Trial started Monday, January 7 at 10am. Trial concluded Monday, January 7 at 10:42am?” Steven said as he read sounding more confused with each word.
“He waved all representation, and provided every shred of evidence used in the trial. He dismissed all attempts to justify his actions and even told the jury he had killed all 200 people he was charged with. He made no effort what so ever to defend himself. When it came to sentencing, he had one request: Life without parole because he felt that the death sentence was too linnet for his crimes. He requested a maximum security prison preferably solitary confinement. ” Joe explained.
“Okay, so he feels guilty about what he’s done. Good for him. What difference does that make?” Steven demanded.
“Look, he’s been here for 4 years. He’s never given a single blip of trouble or concern. He’s helped me on at least 2 occasions AND he saved my daughters life!” Joe proclaimed sounding as if he were about to come across the desk and jump down Stevens throat.
“He, he what” Steven stammered.
“Last year, that breakout attempt. Ashley came to visit me after she got out of school. She came with me when I did my rounds and was in the east wing when Steel helm made that break out attempt. He blew out the ceiling. Ashley would have been crushed to death had Torroes not leapt in and sheltered her with his own body. In addition to that, he helped us keep Helm contained. Now do you understand why I trust him?” Joe demanded.
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Torroes walked down the hall way toward the library. Many of the guards acknowledged his passing but no one made any attempt to stop him. He was forced to duck at the door as he entered the library. It wasn’t a huge library, but it was all the Zig had that interested Torroes. After about twenty minutes of browsing, Torroes selected a series of three books about chemistry.
He took the books and left the library. He walked outside toward the exercise yard but turned toward the hill side on the far side of the Zig instead. It was in his best interests to remain hidden from the inmates. Rumors would persist despite any efforts Torroes could attempt, but he did his best to remain hidden from the inmates. He changed his patterns each day and avoided any large grouping outside of the guards.
He found a patch of sunny space and sat down. Opening the first book he began to read. He read for nearly three hours before an early afternoon shadow began to obstruct his light. Torroes looked over and saw Sergent Wilkens walking toward him, and stood up to show the proper respect to the Sergent. Wilkens was among the best in the hell that was the Zigguraut. Even maners, and level headed he was a good officer. If he could, he would have cleaned out all the crooked guards and removed the warden and the psychoctic doctors personally. But, he didn't have the kind of power. Torroes had made a silent note to himself, that if things came to head and it came to a choice, Torroes would stand besides Wilkens.
“Good afternoon sir.” Torroes said shading his eyes from sun with his hand.
“How’s it going, Torroes?” Wilkens asked as he approached. He saw the chemistry books on the ground.
“Not planning an escape are we?” He asked with a chuckle.
“No sir. Joe said his daughter was having some trouble with her chemistry classes, so I’m studying so I can help her with them the next time she visits Joe.” Torroes explained. Wilkens smiled at the explanation.
“Well I wish I could say this walk was purely for enjoyment. But I needed to find you to tell you that the Mayor of Paragon and Statesman are coming for an inspection tomorrow. So I need you to stay in your cell tomorrow, Torroes.” Wilekns explained.
“Understood sir. I’ll be sure to take the books back to my cell with me.” Torroes said indicating the chemistry books.
“Thank you for your cooperation Torroes.” Sergent Wilkens said as he turned and began his trek back to the building.

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Hey, I know this is gonna be a bit backward but I'm gonna ask it anyway. Is it possible for Heroes and Villains to team up on a Statesman Taskforce? My big reason for asking is character driven. My main toon has no love for Recluse and even less respect for him. He would rather side with Statesman in taking down Recluse then to do anything to help Recluse. So just a thought there.

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Signs point to "no."

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well I had to ask...

Hey, I know this is gonna be a bit backward but I'm gonna ask it anyway. Is it possible for Heroes and Villains to team up on a Statesman Taskforce? My big reason for asking is character driven. My main toon has no love for Recluse and even less respect for him. He would rather side with Statesman in taking down Recluse then to do anything to help Recluse. So just a thought there.

hey all, just finished playing around with some images in photoshop and made a couple Wallpapers. Thought I'd post 'em and see what everyone thinks. Please post feed back.


http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...rroesglory.jpg

http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a3...eclusecopy.jpg

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LR: Statesman and I are trying for a baby!

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Slight modification: That needs to be under the "Things we never WANT Recluse to say" list

Greetings all, Just a bit of a set up for this thread. The Rikti are back and in force. Somehow they just appeared in the skies and laid siege across the entirity of the globe in it's entirity. The Rouge Isles, Paragon City, Europe, Asia, South America, North America, all of it. Every thing got hit. Governments are smashed, laws are a joke and nothing more then lines of ink strewn on paper. It's been nearly a year since the actual attack. The world is little better now then it was the day after the inital attack.
Your parts can take place anywhere in the game world. I'm not going to get nitty and gritty with this power does this damage and you must know this to do this or anything like that. The only stipulation is if you intend to interact with another character. Fight conclusions should be arranged in advance (though please no A beats C now move on). On that note, please no arguments in the thread. If you disagree with someone says or does, take it up with them through Email or PM please.
Now that the stage is set, I call the actors to begin the show. Now raise the curtains.
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The morning was cool, the early morning mysts just breaking apart. Torroes stood on the hill side over looking what had once been an air strip. His memory still rang of days he would board an Arachnoes air transport there to travel to Sirens call. He grinned slighty as he remembered how cramped the insides of the transports had been, but that was probably more due to his size relative to a normal humans build.
Now, the air field served as an improptu docking point for one of the still working ferrys from the rouge isles.
Standing shoulder to shoulder were hundreds upon hundreds of people. Some of them were supers, like Torroes people in possesion of super powers such as super strength or flight. The rest, and the vast majority at that, were normal people who had survived through out the rouge isles.
It had been over a year. Slowly, as if history itself wanted to rest and would hold the world in place while it did so, the survivors had flocked together. Some had tried to fight. Some of them had won small battles agianst the Rikti ground forces. Most had been killed.
Now, many turned to Torroes for a hope of salvation. He would never understand why people looked to him for hope. He had none to offer, and he expected none. He never looked to the morning day expecting anything to be given to him. For his entire adult life, he had looked to the new day and reminded himself of what he needed to do that day.
And today, he needed to lead these survivors out of the Rouge Isles and into Paragon city. Every fiber in Torroes being screamed at him to hurl himself into the sea and escape this madness, perhaps beg the sea witch to claim him. But there was something deeper that drove him to help these people. Perhaps he was more then just a man mutated into the monster he was now. Perhaps the terms Villain and Hero didn't mean as much as people thought they did.
In his heart, Torroes knew he would do what he felt was right. And he felt that helping these people was the right thing to do.
The people would cram themselves into the single ferry and make the six hour journey toward Paragon City. Torroes had had picked eight teams of eight villains. All 64 villains were flyers and were more then capable of flying cover for the ferry while it moved. They would need the cover. With luck, the Rikti would be busy with other matters and wouldn't send large numbers to engage the ferry. The survivors could handle a few flyers here and there.
Torroes looked at the ferry. They were loading the supplies, what few they had. Mostly dried food stuffs. A few crates of medical supplies. It was all they had and in truth it was all they could afford to take. Space was limited, and Torroes wasn't leaving anyone behind if he could help it. Their time was running out. They had perhaps another hour to load supplies and hide for the day. They would board the Ferry after dusk, and under cover of night leave the Rouge Isles.
With luck, they would make it to Paragon city and join up with other survivors. Perhaps there, in Paragon city they could form a bastion and survive. And perhaps one day fight back the Rikti.
Torroes wondered how survivors from the Rouge isles would be treated in Paragon. The citizens would be of little consequence. More refugees. The supers would be a different class altogether. Many had long standing fueds with the heroes of Paragon, and there was no reason to beleive the reverse side wasn't true as well. Plus Long Bow was centered out of Paragon city. Torroes himself was pretty high on their most wanted lists. Would the threat of the Rikti allow these previously viscious enemies to unit and survive? Or would the rivals continue until both groups meet their obliteration at one another's hands?
Torroes didn't have an answer to his own question, but he did know that staying in the Rouge Isles was tantimount to suicide.

Not really sure if this will be an answer to your conserns B00, but I don't actually RP while in the game. I use the game to imagine certain things, like my Brute hauling off and destroying an entire Long Bow base, cause there are missions that speccifically do that kinda of thing. But with that having been said, I do alot of my role play and character development outside of the actual game in stories that I've written.