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| Shienvien | Jan 11 2009, 02:31 PM Post #131 |
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Watching Melai to walk away, back to the ship, she figured that nothing unexpected had happened... Or at least she hoped so. "If you would like to see what I have got, then you should follow me in the ship..." She said, taping lightly on the ship's greenish hull. "And in case you are also interested in ships, then I have also got the older and smaller version of this one- which is still something a more than many races with lower technology are incapable of constructing." Zet'kil pointed out before moving towards the depths of the ship. The ship's inner half was now free of the chaos that had ruled it before, all things were back to their ordinary places, since there was no longer need for additional space in the cargo. "If anything interesting catches your eye, just ask." The Xeian pointed out on her way to the upper cargo hold, which was where most of the materials and often used things were held in. To the back of the upper hold there were stored the different materials, which were mostly set in containers. The main part consisted of these which were used in the ship, as part of either the SX or the things inside, as well as some which sold well in different parts of the universe. Zet'kil started walking in front of those, naming the materials inside, mentioning things like 118 platinum, wolfram, 122... Until she finally stopped in front of three containers that she gave no name, instead admitting: "Well, I am not exactly sure what these are... I managed to obtain them a while ago and sent two for investigation, while these three were left in my possession. If you have something very good to offer and you don't want any of the other wares, then I might as well give up one or two. Though i have no certain wishes besides an additional field generator that won't eat all energy at once. And then there were the things that the Rey might need..." ((NOTE: this is not Zet'kil, but a random female Xeian called Eil'nakh- Ignore the remains of the background, this has nothing to do with the RP Zet'kil is a lot darker in coloring, with none of the light grayish tone. (It is actually an attempt to completely re-color and re-draw something in my computer, I put it up just to show what kind of being to imagine.) LINK)) |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Oracle | Jan 11 2009, 10:13 PM Post #132 |
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Strange man. But at least she had what she wanted. She would have paid five times as much, but there was no need for them to know that. Extra Sensory powers were a rare find, and never shared. It was considered a badge of honor to acquire one, an elevation of one's status as a profiteer. To have come by it without paying a credit was down right unheard of. As Melai disappeared into his ship, she reformed her electro-magnetic field. Now, does it work? She held her hand slightly in front of herself and imagined the sandy soil beneath it to rise. In seconds a small stream of sand rose to her hand forming a sphere. Turning her hand over she blew against the sphere and sent it spraying outward. Yes! The voice of Zet'kil interrupted her momentary joy, "If you would like to see what I have got, then you should follow me in the ship..." Lya headed after the alien, wondering what other marvels might be found on her ship. The grand tour began. The offer of another ship was nice but she really had no way to pilot a second vessel. "If anything interesting catches your eye, just ask." Lya followed her to the upper cargo hold. She was most interested in her ores and minerals. When Zet'kil finally showed Lya the boxes of unidentified samples, she poked her head in curiously. Reaching out to touch each one for identification, the first two she was familiar with, and they were available in her sector. But the third one began to glow when she touched it. In Fact it resonated with her field, in a very soothing manner. Picking it up in her hand, it began to pulse. "Does it do this when you touch it?" She had a feeling it did not. "I have a subspace-black hole field generator, that works on it's own energy source. It will definitely run for longer than your ship. My price is this crystal, and the planetary system where you found it." "Anything the Del Ray needs our friend Talon has offered to purchase. Now we should get to my ship, and finish our dealings. I have other appointments to keep. Talon, are you coming?" Edited by Oracle, Jan 12 2009, 02:33 PM.
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| Attila | Jan 12 2009, 03:46 AM Post #133 |
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After a brief wait, finally, a response came from the fleet. An authoritative-looking alien, wearing uniform sat in a seat, with the indistinguishable background of the command bridge of a ship. Emerson immediately recognized that some designs were broadly familiar to that used by the Empire, although everything seemed sharp and angular, in contrast to the smoothened or rounded surfaces and objects found in his own ship. "I am General At Arms, Aurelius Torr'van of the Southern Allied Fleets. I speak on behalf of my commander Lord Gorrellius Typhanus, Lord Commander of The Southern Allied Fleets. We are an exploratory expedition sent on orders of the throne of the Grekk Empire, observing this sector of the galaxy, and seeking any possible alliances or resources. We are an active crusader fleet, but we have no intention of attacking, unless repeatedly provoked." It was the response he had been waiting for. A sign that the fleet had not come with hostile intent, despite the obvious size and heavily armed nature of their ships. What was more, they also mentioned to be looking for allies. This, above all else stirred his interest. He took his captain's hat at the side of the chair and placed it back on his head, a sign that he meant business. Taking on a commanding look himself, but with a more relaxed posture, he responded. "How soon can I contact your superior, Lord Gorrellius? I have been instructed by the Imperial High Council to lead this battlecruiser to the Sol system, the legendary home of our people in order to retake our home planet of Terra from the insectoid race that had beplagued it. I am ready to discuss the terms of escort and support from your fleet, which would be an invaluable asset in this crusade, and also a firm basis for trust between our two empires. I will contact my superiors, notifying them of your presence and intent in these sectors, and I will also ask for permission to request some of your forces as cohorts to that of our own. I believe we can find trade and military agreements of mutual benefit." He took a deep breath, taking a few gulps to water his throat -dried from the long discourse. Then, he patiently waited for the Grekk general to respond, thoughts coursing through his mind. He liked to boast with being always active, always thinking of the next move, or contemplating the results of the last -even in his sleep. Funny business, politics. Every time he spoke to an official, he felt like a porcelain doll, a display of power and authority of the Empire of Man. And he was beginning to become fed up with being everyone's puppet, despite his position. It sometimes seemed as if no matter how high a rank one attains in the Empire's hierarchy, there will always be a superior authority to judge him. And being judged by others is what Emerson hated most. And now, in the presence of authority represented by an outside official, all his bad memories at the Academy were coming back. He excelled at making enemies in an incredibly short amount of time, and now, he hoped he wouldn't make the Empire one. |
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| Shienvien | Jan 12 2009, 08:44 AM Post #134 |
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Zet'kil watched in mild amusement, when she saw the effects what the unknown crystal caused, when the Telkran picked it up. "Does it do this when you touch it?" "I would have to say that at least this far, nothing like that has occurred to me." She gave a short reply, following the crystal with her large coal-black eyes. "Definitely interesting." "I have a subspace-black hole field generator, that works on it's own energy source. It will definitely run for longer than your ship. My price is this crystal, and the planetary system where you found it." "This crystal... And revealing the location it was found from. I think we have a deal, in that case." There was always the possibility to produce the material once the consistence was know, so she didn't much worry about the loss of the odd mineral. "Anything the Ray needs our friend Talon has offered to purchase. Now we should get to my ship, and finish our dealings. I have other appointments to keep. Talon, are you coming?" "As you wish." The Xeian replied, with another shrug-like motion, starting to head for the outside of the ship. ((Short post. x_x)) |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 12 2009, 02:10 PM Post #135 |
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The Phantom Poster
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(Umm, Oracle, you mentioned that telepathic powers were a rare find, as if that was what Lya had aquired, and I just thought I would point out that she does not have telepathic powers... as far as I know, at least. The Minds are telepaths, as telepathic powers means the ability to read and manipulate other people's minds and thoughts, while telekinetic powers, as those Melai has, are used to manipulate physical objects. There is a quite significant difference. Anyways, I just thought I would clarify to avoid confusing the two with one another.) Once he got into his room, Melai found himself unable to find rest in any way, and instead of relaxing for a while to clear his mind as he had intended, he soon found himself walking up and down the floor, the pillow and matress on his bed starting to slowly levitate from the ground and float around as if there had been no gravity, but after a few minutes, as Melai calmed down a little, they gradually lowered themselves again until Melai decided it was better to just return them to their original places right away. Despite Melai's best efforts, he could not get what Lya had done to him out of his head. She had reached into his brain with her own matter, she had read it and copied his most valuable and powerful ability, and perhaps even the knowledge of how to use it, which had taken Melai close to a decade to learn on his own, lacking the guidance of the Imperial trainers. Yet, one thought persisted in his head: he had actually liked the feeling. It was really odd, and it only made Melai feel an even greater unwillingness to be in the presence of the alien, but when she had read his cerebral patterns it had felt... nice. He was dizzy now, and utterly exhausted, but during the reading, it had really been quite enjoyable. Kicking his bed impatiently as he gave up on trying to calm down, Melai thought that it would be a good idea if he went outside and helped Harper and her android repairing his ship, but on the way he once again passed the cockpit, and as he did, he came to a sudden realization: he had forgotten to get a pilot. The Xeian and Harper could both pilot a spaceship, but he did not want someone who were already captains of their own ships to pilot the one he was the captain of! Instantly changing his mind, he went into the cockpit and sat down in the pilot's seat, whereafter he quickly got out a thick book which he had under the seat: the instructions manual to flying the Rey de los Muerte. With a deep sigh, he started to read, lazily flipping the pages with his mind. |
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| Oracle | Jan 12 2009, 03:55 PM Post #136 |
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((Yes I was aware of the difference, silly me. It was my intention to cover all abilities and the word I think I needed was Extra-sensory abilities, I edited it to that. I want to make clear that she is not a telepath. The telepathy is normal only to her race during merging/mating, and done with consent. She had consent to meld, but still ethics would keep her from reading someones mind without full consent. It is abhorrent as rape, and a terrible crime among her people. Anyway, sorry for the misuse.)) She needed to land her ship, "Talon wait here. Those seekers seem to have moved on, but I want to make sure before I lower the cloak and land." She hoped he didn't panic, but there was no other way to return to her ship. Reverting to her natural state, she stretched upward in a thin gossamer thread, until she made contact with the plasticine floor of the Profiteer; the rest of her form followed. Her glimmering mass flowed and oscillated across the deck to the control room. As she merged with the panel, she scanned and found the seekers had moved a good parsec away, working a different grid. The danger was past for now. She withdrew the Temporal Cloak from the surrounding area, back to just her own vessel; then maneuvered it to land as close as possible to the Rey de los Muerte. Coalescing as she approached the hatch, her humanoid form was back by the time she reached the loading bay door. Poking her head out, she called, "Talon, welcome aboard the Profiteer. Come along, I promise not to shock you." Her thoughts returned to Melai as she glanced at his ship. Why was he still so utterly disagreeable? He was getting his jump back, after all. He had certainly been upset, since the moment they met in fact. She chuckled, clearly he had no sense of humor, the irony of the entire situation was delicious. She imagined if he had pulled off such a coup, he would be celebrating royally. Really, how bad could it have hurt him to look over her stores? She had no idea what he might need in this sector. She had no idea what to expect here. She didn't even know who he was fighting, or why he was running. Shaking her hands nervously, as serious tension filled her. Residual sparks prickled her hands and arms. She had ignored it directly after the scan, thinking it would fade, but it hadn't. While it was pleasurable, it was also distracting. Why had the merging been complete with him? Did it work with all of his race? It had been a strange sensation. Her mind was also feeling residual effects, that too was odd. The feelings and sensuality of a merging always stopped as soon as the contact was over. Her humanoid form was experiencing different impulses than her natural state. She had never heard of this happening before. She really should check on him before she left, to make sure he wasn't having any side effects. It certainly wasn't part of her plans to harm anyone. Or had he done it to her? Maybe these humans were more devious than she thought. Had he used some talent to get even with her for taking the jump drive? She had blocked all of his thoughts. Who knew what he might have done? The thought had her magnetic field spinning furiously. One way or another she was going to get to the bottom of this. For now she had Talon to deal with. She turned with a grin back to her ship. Edited by Oracle, Jan 13 2009, 02:10 AM.
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| Silvermourn | Jan 12 2009, 09:27 PM Post #137 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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Walking towards the strange Telkran's ship Talon cursed the world for his misfortune. He was caught up in events well above his head. Even with his father's business skills and his wealth he knew he was the least of them all. Even this strange alien seemed to know it, she saw him only as a minor matter. One that was to be dealt with last of all things. The very idea continued to disgust him to the point that he would have barely noticed a horde of bugs storming into the clearing at that moment. Walking aboard the ship he began to make the plans for his own purchases. Melai could rot in the wreck of his own ship for all Talon cared at that moment. His nervousness had fled in the combination of bewilderment and mild anger that whirled within him now. He was going to make himself more powerful then his father, perhaps he could begin his efforts before his father realized anything, before he cut off the funds that were pooling in his account. Approaching the Telkran he simply stood and awaited her beginning. She new what they needed to begin with the shield generator. Sadly that was also the end of what he knew they needed. He didn't know a damned thing about ships, his expertise was completely immersed in the world of business. Perhaps he wasn't as good as his father, but he would bet his own small funds against his fathers in the long term. Suddenly he intended to outmatch his father, to become the single richest man in the multi-verse. However, this shady crowd would be the path to that lofty goal. Somehow the alien contacts his father didn't have would have to help him. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Oracle | Jan 12 2009, 11:44 PM Post #138 |
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"Well don't just stand there, come on in. The merchandise is all in the hold, back this way." He seemed reluctant, a bit put out. Maybe her shapeshifing had bothered him. She hoped not. This was the mark of her day. Her profit sale. If he had been all bluster and no substance she was going to be very put out. "I've always been one to save the best for last. I hope you don't mind that I got the other deals out of the way first?" Though her desert, was The Apollyon. She doubted any of these would be interested in Mass Drivers or Planet busters. She grabbed the GravLift and headed for the hold. She put her mind to work and settled the Jump Drive on the platform. Yes, that was much easier than having to lift it. She pointed him toward the weapons, while she maneuvered the platform next to the field generator and loaded it on as well. "You might find something to your liking there. Most are bulky, designed for war, but you don't seem the type for that. This one here is a compression blaster." She picked up an intricately engraved silver colored half-sphere, with a grip on the flat side of the dome. Sliding it onto her hand, like a ring on a finger, she placed her thumb over the button trigger on the handle. "You hold it like this." She showed him, "Hold it with the dome facing the enemy, and press the button. It emits a compressed graviton blast stunning everything in it's path up to 50 paces away, for at least fifteen minutes. It is effective through all known armor and metals, except Palladium III. It is also ineffective against shielded ships." Slipping it off her hand she held it out to him. "See how it feels. It's a gentleman's weapon. If you aren't actually interested in killing someone, you'll not find a better weapon than this. Each cartridge contains 100 blast caps." Opening the tray below the weapon, she pulled out a button sized object. Holding it up between her fingers. "This is the cartridge," she tilted the weapon to expose the bottom of the handle. "Up to ten cartridges can be loaded here. That's a thousand rounds of ammo in the palm of your hand. It is also programmable to your hand print only." She dropped the cartridge back in the tray and closed it. "But look the others over if you like. Nothing is loaded, so you can't hurt yourself." She wandered to the next section, the electronics. "Here are all the computers and hook ups. I don't know if you need anything along those lines. If you're interested, I have a wet-wire hook up with adapters. Of course there is a bit of pain installing the device." She pressed the side of her neck just behind her ear. "It's shot in here. With it you can hook into any computer terminal. It feeds directly to the brain. Just close your eyes and think what you want it to do. Kind of radical, but you're always able to connect. Feel free to look the items over. I'm going to grab a few things the Rey de los Muerte might be able to use, given she's a renegade vessel." Pulling the grav-lift behind her, she stopped toward the back of the hold and removed a multi-phase shield generator. From what she'd seen of the weapons here, this would stop anything but shots from her own ship, and possibly Zet'kils vessel. A standard stealth cloak was also added to the cart. It wouldn't stand up to deep scans, but your standard visual scans and ships sensors would be blocked. She called to the front of the hold, "Talon, do you think the irascible Melai needs any weapons for his ship? I have Phase Pulse Cannons, and a Photon Cannon. I also have a few Plasma Blasters, they aren't as efficient but they are more accurate than the cannons. Edited by Oracle, Jan 13 2009, 01:40 AM.
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| Dark Jack | Jan 13 2009, 02:18 AM Post #139 |
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Boring. Ubelievably boring. Melai had only looked over about one tenth of the contents of the manual by the time he, with a loud yawn, threw the book aside and instead just leant back in his seat, staring at the three turned off computer monitors in front of him, wondering whether the computer on the ship was two or three hundred years old. They most certainly lacked the intelligence that made the modern day computers so easy to interact with, as well as it made it so much easier to fly any vessel, since the computer just did it for them. Melai had always refused to have a newer system installed, though. He was certain that, no matter how smart the Imperial scientists made computers, they would never become as intuitive and creative as the human mind. No-one but an organic creature was going to pilot his ship, and in this case, that organic being would be him! Reaching out with his right hand, Melai flipped a single switch, turning one of the three monitors on and was instantly bathed in a sickly green light from the green letters and numbers on top of the black background. With a sigh, he overlooked the status-report the computer gave him whenever he turned it on, and as expected, the Rey was pretty roughed up. Once the systems had cooled down, though, it looked better than before he had crash-landed. Actually, once the Starjump drive and the impulse engine were installed, they would be ready to make the leap to Terra Gamma, but Melai naturally preferred that he could have the two other engines replaced as well before they took off, so they would not be completely screwed if the Imperials decided to pursue them. Leaning forward again, Melai's fingers quickly danced over his keyboard, typing one of the few commands he had learned through the manual, and a report on the cargo hold came up on the screen, reporting that it was almost empty, although there were some piles of scrap metal lying in the corners, and three boxes with weapons in the front part of the hold. Turning off the monitor again, Melai stood up and went through his ship and back to the cargo hold, where he indeed found piles of trash strewn in random places, probably disposed off here by his old crew before they had all gotten themselves killed attacking that Imperial transporter. Thugs were such pigs, Melai concluded with a sigh as he went over to the side of the hold and found a small panel, similar to the one next to the door he had entered through, and he typed in the password once again, causing the hatch to open with a loud screeching sound, and Melai reminded himself that he should probably look at that hatch before it rusted completely. He then went over to the other side of the cargo hold, where he found his own personal Walkbot, which he nimbly climbed into and mounted. With loud, heavy steps of the robots metal feet against the metal floor of the ship, he started the work of clearing out the cargo hold of trash to make room for when Zet'kil and Harper's ships were going to be put here. There was plenty of room, but it was always nice to have a clean ship to show when you have guests. As he worked, he wondered how far Harper had gotten with the repairs... he really wanted to get off that planet soon. |
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| Attila | Jan 13 2009, 06:37 AM Post #140 |
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"Of course. I will be expecting his response when he arrives. Until then, Emerson out." Joshua was relieved when the screen went blank and he could wipe the beads of sweat below his hat. Laying it to his side once more, and slumping back in the chair, he felt thankful for not having said anything that might be considered offensive. nemesis appeared at his right, applauding. A smile crossed Emerson's face at the hint of sarcasm behind the gesture. He was proud that he was slowly developing a sense of humor for the AI. After all, without a sense of humor, most people would have long ended their lives. the fun of life lies in the small doses of irony of situations. After the Silencer went off his ship, a dozen technicians surrounded the ship, drawing large hoses with them, and beginning to spray the ship in a smoke-like substance that hardened on contact with the hull. After just a few seconds, the ship was frozen solid, and so was the acid. At that point, small portholes opened in the upper corners of the walls, and out of them came something that looked like a gray fog, which soon disappeared from plain sight as it dissipated. Moments later, the large cubes of solid metal, plastic, and synthetic seemed to melt away, as the ship slowly began to regain its former shape, from substructure up. It looked as if it was growing back. the process was slow, however, and the technicians withdrew. One of them walked up to the insectoid. "the AI estimates that at this rate, our nanobots will be complete with the procedures in approximately two hours. Until then, the Captain has instructed us to show you to the guests' quarters." One of the two large doors of the docking bay opened, a couple of armed guardsmen leaving them, and stopping at the sides of the door. "this way, please." The technician instructed the large insect, shortly adding: "And remember to watch your head. Our vessel might seem small, especially the corridors." |
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