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| Shienvien | Jan 21 2009, 11:21 AM Post #191 |
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I want, I can, I do
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"You might want to come with me, I've got some crates with guns in the cargo hold that we'll most likely need once down there. I told you, right? Terra Gamma is anarchy. There are no Imperial troopers to keep the peace, and there are no laws. People steal, rob, mub and kill each other as they want down there... so you might want to grab some extra firepower, or you could as well kiss your asses goodbye." Giving the weapon on her upper left arm a single glance- that she had expected to be enough in common society, but when they were really trying to constantly kill each other off, then additional weaponry might do no bad. There were some more things back in her own ship, but just in case, she would like to take a look on the whatever weaponry he had to offer. At first to simply know what to exactly to expect of other humans. Seemed pretty good for a race like that, though she usually preferred technology she was more familiar with, and in most cases, also deemed to be better. Still, Zet'kil looked rather interested, examining things that were presented to them. She would have to admit that the lesser portable weaponry she had got was more aimed to accuracy than to destructivity, so cutting large holes into steel walls would possibly take a little longer time than it would take to pull a trigger. "Well, dig in! Take whatever you think you might need, and once you're ready, we'll land the Rey de los Muerte and see if I can find some means of earning enough credits to hire a new crew." "You really seem to expect that we are going to be attacked the very moment we set our feet on the planet's surface." exclaimed Zet'kil, carefully picking up and examining the thing that was closest to her. "Or at least you prepare for the worst. I can't say I am exactly unarmed even now," She told him, raising her upper left arm and turning it, presenting the bit of Xeian beam-technology currently attached to it, "but when things are as bad as you say, I might want to look through the thing my ship again or take some of what you have here." She added, looking over to what was left in the three grates- and it was a lot, true to say. |
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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 21 2009, 12:52 PM Post #192 |
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The Phantom Poster
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"Well, Terra Gamma is a rough place," Melai shrugged with a nervous chuckle, "You never know what to expect in a place with no rules and no laws besides the ones people make up themselves. Well, yes, usually you can expected to be robbed blind, but that's really it. Actually, the people who live there traditionally only steal others' possessions, they rarely actually shoot or mug someone... But, you see, err..." He scratched his chin thoughtfully as he carefully weighed his next words. "I may or may not have more-or-less accidentially enraged a few of the residents there over the years. And there might be a few headhunters. And a lot of thugs, but the latter are just ridiculous, although they did use the frase 'want his head on a platter'. But other than that, Terra Gamma is perfectly safe... for anyone but me." He grinned apologizingly at Zet'kil. "So really, please grab some powerful weapons so you can protect me in case someone shows up who wants to blow my brains out..." |
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| Latanya | Jan 21 2009, 01:16 PM Post #193 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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"From what I've heard about Earth and the other planets you insectoids have colonized, as well as the very fact that you still exist despite the Empire's best efforts to exterminate you, that should be quite sufficient. And you look like the battle-hardened type yourself, so I am guessing no one would even try to attack you down there... unless they come in gangs, and in that case we'd all better stay together and hope that we don't get our asses kicked too bad." Theyr nodded, a slightly puzzled expression on her face. She had fought in too many battles not to take away quite a few scars and blemishes. This was why he had taken her with him, wasn’t it? Who would need an inexperienced bodyguard? Even one of her race, feared for their fatal capability of killing – which should not be mistaken with fighting; skills in open battle were something Theyr had never mastered – could easily loose to a human bastard with an equipment below average if he had never practiced using the destructive gifts nature had given him. “Doesn’t seem too attracting down there”, she said calmly after his last remarks, blankly staring at the weaponry, the only technology allowing the human brood to compete with her race. “What kinds of things will there be attacking us? Not only humans, I guess. Something like her as well?”, she asked, nodding towards the Xeian with her usual tactfulness. |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 21 2009, 02:30 PM Post #194 |
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The Phantom Poster
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"Like Zet'kil?" Melai said thoughtfully, "No, nothing like that. Zet'kil is the first alien I've seen... unless insectoids count as aliens, but really, you come from the same planet as humanity originated from, so I have a hard time placing you in that group. There are quite a few insectoids down there, though. The insectoids who doesn't have an interest in the war are usually taken to Terra Gamma to be henchmen and bodyguards for some of the higher ranking criminals there. Some insectoids gain quite some influence, too, though - especially Minds. Last I was here, a few Earth-months ago, a specific Mind was actually one of the most powerful masterminds there. Reztaan, I think its name was." Looking into the crate, seeing the several hundreds of remaining guns, Melai sighed. If he lost these weapons, he would be completely broke... but survival did have a higher priority than... well, paying back on loans so the loansharks would stop sending thugs to kill him. The present was more important, anyways. "To make a long story short, there will be humans and insectoids, and that's about it," Melai shrugged, "Especially Panzeri are popular as hired muscle down there. I hope to find some work and get off Terra Gamma again as quick as possible, though. It's harder to kill a moving target." |
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| Shienvien | Jan 21 2009, 07:00 PM Post #195 |
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I want, I can, I do
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"Well, I rarely carry something that is easy to get off my hands. Though that is not because of robbers, I can tell... More because it is more convenient this way." Zet'kil said, giving closer look to the man who seemed to be... Nervous because of something, perhaps? Well, she still was no good in understanding human emotions. "I may or may not have more-or-less accidentally enraged a few of the residents there over the years. And there might be a few headhunters. .../... But other than that, Terra Gamma is perfectly safe... for anyone but me." "Anyone but you? If you are not overestimating the matters then you sure are in trouble... Sounds almost like walking into the nest of Kiylamire." Zet'kil admitted, moving her head from side to side. Well, he had managed to throw a Telkran off-balance somehow. She had thought that they had approximately as many visible showings of emotion as different haloloids had... But yet there had happened something odd to her back then. "So really, please grab some powerful weapons so you can protect me in case someone shows up who wants to blow my brains out..." "I will, as I think I said..." She paused, thinking. "I will fetch some things from my ship that will be useful... And then take something from here too if I can find something more, which would be better than only that I have found by that time." She said, still examining the different weaponry. “Doesn’t seem too attracting down there. What kinds of things will there be attacking us? Not only humans, I guess. Something like her as well?” "Me? Xeians?" Zet'kil show obvious signs of confusion. "Like Zet'kil? No, nothing like that. Zet'kil is the first alien I've seen..." "Should be. We are not the ones who would attack each other, and as for attacking the rest... Well... Not on our own initiative. But IF someone attacks us then it will cost them dearly. But as for attacking alien races, lets only mention the Kiylamire. They won't let anyone to be in peace, unless the other is superior like we are." Zet'kil then gave a shrug. "And it counts for our allies too, if we should have any at the moment." "I hope to find some work and get off Terra Gamma again as quick as possible, though. It's harder to kill a moving target." "That is right, I guess..." The Xeian muttered, putting down the thing she was holding and moving to her ship, which opened the door without a question, as a thing should. ((Haloloid and it's ship on the background. In its natural form.)) Edited by Shienvien, Jan 27 2009, 06:53 PM.
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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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| Attila | Jan 23 2009, 03:17 PM Post #196 |
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Transylvanian Mad Scientist
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Looking into the Grekk's eye with confidence and respect, he shook his hand firmly but politely. He waited until the admiral had introduced his two companions, apparently his top personal guard. A smile quirked on his face as the ambassador expected for him to introduce his own best of the best. "Well, my Second-in-command is currently filling in my position while I am gone. The lead post can never remain unoccupied; that is one of my regulations. And even though I cannot introduce him personally, he served under my command as long as I have been appointed to this ship, and I have known him for many years before. He is a stalwart captain and formidable opponent, although slightly narrow in terms of tactics. The only reason why our ranks are what they are. Nevertheless, if something should happen to both of us, a chain of command of designated personnel, whose identity is kept secret; will take over." He took a breath and looked at one of the guardsmen standing at the door. "Ours is a society of aggression and violence which we forever struggle to contain. Our people are short lived, but that is the very motive that inspires us to even greater feats within our lifetime. A great general once said: 'Victory is commemorated. Defeat is merely remembered.' " Pausing for a moment, he let the words sink in, repeating them in his mind. Then, he motioned to a table that had just formed and solidified out of a section in the floor. The table took up a rectangular shape with rounded edges, and the material was warm to the touch, with a silky aspect. "Then, we may as well start." He said, as he walked over to the far side of the table, opposite to Gorrelius and casually took a seat in the rounded, oval shaped chair that sprung up. He then motioned at Gorrelius' end of the table, where a similar chair had also sprung up. ---------- The docking bay's door opened, and through it came an officer and two guardsmen. The skipper motioned at the two guardsmen to stay behind a few paces as he walked up to the alien Emerson had been expecting. Snapping a salute, he began to spoke. "Captain Emerson instructed us to escort you to your guestrooms. He also asked for your patience until he finishes deliberating his matters." The skipper paused for a moment, listening to the comms device on his ear that looked like a coiled snake. He listened intently, then nodded. "I've received orders to escort your guest to the Holo Training Area instead. I was told he would be more interested in that facility." And with that, he nodded and walked back up to the pair of guardsmen and waited for them to follow. "We'll only escort you two to the level on which you will be stationed. Emerson ordered the halls flushed." Edited by Attila, Jan 24 2009, 12:07 AM.
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| Mercinus3 | Jan 24 2009, 08:02 AM Post #197 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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Shadow-claw was pleased with the new result of the repaired Cosmic Hunter. All of the surfaces had changed from their battered, bullet-ridden plates, and had been replaced with a new, lightweight titanium nickel alloy plating, so it is able to withstand the heat of entering any planet's atmosphere. He had also tidied the inside of the cockpit, and had refurbished the chairs and computers from the ones that was in there before, using the junk computers that were available on the ship. The chair had changed from a simple, rock-hard chair, one that looked similar to a human computer chair, to one of the curved, comfortable chairs that he saw in the scrap heap. He had been working on the ship for several hours, repairing the hole in the ship and replacing the parts. Some of the techs were amazed with the engineering skills that the insectoid had. Once he was done, and thanked them, he walked to the door of the hangar. Once it was open, he headed out to his quaters. The only thing that had stopped him from punching the code to the door was a group of guards entering another hangar. Curious with what was in the hangar, the Silencer activated the micro-organisms, and went invisible. Although he was invisible, and was very quick, he wasn't able to go through the door before it closed. Cursing, he de-activated his tired micro-organisms, and lathered himself with one of the containers that he had brought with him from his room. He punched the code in for the hangar, and opened the door. He walked through, only to see the guards facinng the new arrivals. Curious with the new arrivals, despite his hatred towards the newcomers, he walked up to the group, and stood with them. |
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| Oracle | Jan 24 2009, 01:40 PM Post #198 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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Lya was beginning to think the good captain had forgotten about them, when there was a sign of movement at the ships entry. Three men entered but only one advanced to greet her. "Captain Emerson instructed us to escort you to your guestrooms. He also asked for your patience until he finishes deliberating his matters." "Good, I look forward to the meeting. Please lead on. Remember what I told you Talon." She lifted her wrist to remind him of the communicator, and that they wouldn't really be out of touch. The ship was huge, and seemed to be designed for luxury as well as functionality. Personnel gave them a wide berth, but continued about their tasks. There were a few stares as she followed the officer through the ship, and she wondered if they didn't get a chance to see many aliens. The corridors were spacious. She had been on some ships where you could not even walk next to another person. The guards had fallen in behind them, but she hardly even noticed that they were there. It was unlikely anything on the ship could hurt her. Though it is possible that she could be trapped. They finally arrived at a cleared area. There wasn't a soul there except for a bug that looked curiously out of place. Out of nowhere a woman appeared. "Greetings, I am AI. I will escort you to your quarters Lya. The officer will see to you partner." She turned slightly to address the bug, "I believe you have misdirected yourself. Can you find your quarters, or shall I summon someone to help you?...Lya, please follow me. Captain Emmerson has requested special quarters for you." The AI began walking away, an Lya was quick to follow. The man was shrewd, separating her from her partner like that, but it wasn't likely to gain him any advantage. Her thoughts drifted to Melai, as she realised her pleasure centers were again completely normal. Well, that was a relief anyway, but the odd pain in her chest still hadn't receded. Maybe time would release that as well, it was certainly less than it had been. Up a flight of stairs from the other quarters, the AI stopped and the door whooshed open, "Please wait here for Captain Emmerson." As soon as Lya had stepped inside the AI disappeared, and the door closed. She tested it, but discovered it wouldn't open, at least not to her. Trapped. Edited by Oracle, Jan 24 2009, 01:56 PM.
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| Dark Jack | Jan 26 2009, 12:37 PM Post #199 |
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The Phantom Poster
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Waiting for a moment for the others to start finding the equipment that they would undoubtedly need on the astroid settlement, Melai decided that there was no need for him to stay in the cargo hold and wait for them to find the items, at least not now that he had shown them where the weaponry was. Turning back towards the main part of the ship, Melai went back to the cockpit and sat in the pilot's seat, quickly pressing a few buttons on the control panel, Melai turned the auto pilot off again and grabbed the steering stick, starting the process of landing the Rey de los Muerte. The atmosphere around Terra Gamma was quickly penetrated, and once the Rey had made it through the relatively thing layer of clouds, a landscape that was completely covered in metal-grey buildings of varying height and size below them. In fact, the entire astroid was one big city, but the street-lighting was sparse at best, there were no Imperial spacecrafts patrolling over the place, and even from this heigh, Melai could easily spot three different places where collumns of smoke rising from different places where buildings had been set on fire... at least Melai hoped it was buildings. Flying lower, Melai was careful to avoid the taller of the buildings as he passed just over the rooftops of the ocean of structures, flying almost halfway around Terra Gamma before he found the local spaceport... or rather, the freakish-looking hole in the ground where there had been built nothing, filled with wreckages of spaceships that had been shot down while parked there. But even then, many ships were already down there, connected to the landing-bridges along the edges of the hole, most of them small vessels, but there were also some at the size of the Rey and a few even bigger, probably smuggling contraband... much like Melai had intended to do himself, before he had lost his crew and crashed on Gendon Delta 7. Getting the Rey in position and connecting with a landing-bridge so they could get out, Melai nodded at his work and let go of the T stick. He was there... Terra Gamma. And just outside, every outlaw in the galaxy would be waiting, most of them probably eager to rip his head off. As he turned and headed back to the cargo bay to see how the others were doing, Melai wondered if the Imperial people back at Gendon Delta 7 had received his taunts. |
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| Silvermourn | Jan 27 2009, 10:12 AM Post #200 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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At that point Talon had been growing very bored with the current routine of the ship. However when men came to retrieve them he almost wished they hadn't. To a training room of some sort, he didn't have a clue what purpose that would serve. He assumed they were talking about him anyway. He walked alongside the leading guards and his old companion up until the point in which they sealed her in her room. He wouldn't be surprised if she was as trapped in there as he felt trapped out there. Starting to grow nervous he tried his best to put on a business face. Moving towards the droids he made sure to keep his hands well clear of his body. To insure that they realized he was not making any threatening movements. He stood waiting for some movement or another. Gesturing off down the hallway he looked at the guards. "Lead the way, you can't expect me to find it on my own can you? I don't have a clue where anything is on this ship of yours." |
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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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