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| Oracle | Apr 1 2009, 10:32 PM Post #391 |
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Head of Diplomatic Affairs
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((btw Jack, *looks up* AWESOME new pics, is that Gerald by any chance?)) As Lya grabbed a crate for some of the better liquor, she looked at Melai again. He seemed a little dazed. Maybe he had been more shaken about the ship possibly blowing up than she had thought. She seemed to remember his last words suggesting that she fix whatever was wrong with her ship. "Well, perhaps we should get moving, if everything here is dealt with? We still have that mission on Earth to deal with, after all, and... well, I guess this ship isn't going anywhere." Yes that seemed to be the problem. Well hopefully, since he was coming out of it, he wasn't too mad at her for endangering him. She quickly filled the crate with the booze and other items she had gathered, then hefted it as if it weighed nothing, holding it under her right arm. "You're right. My ship is cloaked, shielded, and is going nowhere. If I don't make it back, Melai will you please see that Derth gets the spare parts he just returned to my vessel? Then blow the ship up for me? A nuclear weapon next to the engine should take care of the problem. Though I hope it doesn't come to that. I am growing rather fond of this new skin, and have no wish to die." Reaching out she lightly tapped his arm, and in a hushed tone asked, "Are you okay? You seem a little distracted. There was no reason to worry. I told you I wouldn't let anything happen to you. The ship is repairable, you...not so much. It was an easy choice. I can fix it later if we survive." Her upbeat voice was a far cry from the pain she was actually suffering, but there would be time enough later for solitude, or so she hoped. As she passed through the cargo hold into Melai's ship, she turned and whispered. "Do you have a small enclosed space about the size of my control room? I really feel more comfortable resting in an enclosed area, if it's too large I bounce around. Though I suppose I could try to sleep in this form, but I have ever only slept in my natural state. I don't know if I could actually rest in this shape. Oh! and a window would be nice. I need solar radiation to feed off of, eat." He still seemed a bit edgy. She scrutinized him closely. "You need to relax more, Melai. In fact...if what you told me before is true, about the symptoms, it looks like you need to get in some pants too." She turned as the last of them left her ship, then with a sigh, she manually closed the airlock effectively shutting herself off from her past life. |
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| Dark Jack | Apr 3 2009, 05:44 AM Post #392 |
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"Right, sure, okay," Melai agreed to Lya's request of destroying her ship if she was somehow killed - if she even could be killed, considering that Melai had seen her shield him with her own body against shots from both spacecrafts and normal hand-held weapons, and just now, she had apparently overpowered this Derth-character, who by no means seemed a weak creature. And to make sure that Derth got the spare parts was well and fine too, but a thing that came to Melai's mind was that he could not think of any scenario at all that would kill Lya, but allow Derth and Melai to survive. How was either of them supposed to do anything if they all died? And even if Melai survived - where the heck was he going to get a nuke? Next she noticed that Melai seemed 'distracted', and apparently mistook it for being because the ship had nearly just blown them all away. She thought that this reaction meant fear? By no means. Melai was a space pirate, he lived in almost constant danger of being shot by random hitmen and bountyhunters that were after him - or at least, he had been before Lya made hre deal with Retzaan. Any moment he was on any other planet than Terra Gamma, Imperial troops could approach him to arrest him, or just shoot him on the spot, and whenever he boarded another ship, he practically ran around with blasts of energy around his ears, death always but a second away. This incident was nothing. Had she waited a few more minutes, though... Melai's pants would probably have turned yellow in the front and brown in the back. "You can take one of the crew cabins," Melai told her when she asked for a small enclosed space. It would be no big deal to let her be there, since he just had this little crew, and he had cabins with beds enough for the crew of thirty men that usually slept on the Rey whenever Melai was out robbing people. Her last sentence almost had him choke, though, and it took a moment before he realized just what she was saying - or rather, what she thought she was saying. For a second, Melai had actually thought that she meant it as an invitation, but he soon enough realized that he had not yet told her what the expression meant. He had to remind himself to tell her later, when the time and place was right. He did feel slightly odd, yes, but it was not because he needed a woman's embrace yet - although that expression also was a bit off, considering that Lya had hugged him just a few moments ago, and that she, in a way, was a woman... well, she was at the moment, anyways. He would need to give the situation some thought... "Everyone are welcome to join me on the Rey or stay here on the Warg... if Derth allows it," Melai told the others, remembering that Lya's ship had been the means of transportation for both Lya and Talon until now, "And Zet'kil, you can decide for yourself whether you want to leave your ship in my cargo bay like before, or fly on your own. Either way, it's time to move out!" Melai turned around, following Lya towards the Rey with eager steps. "Next stop: Earth!" |
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| Shienvien | Apr 3 2009, 10:32 AM Post #393 |
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I want, I can, I do
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Setting the bottle she had been examining down on the first horizontal surface she found- besides the floor, of course, though she doubted it mattered at all anymore- before she turned to follow others who apparently were now leaving, with her quickly catching up with them and slipping through the airlock amongst the last ones doing so. She had- or at last had tried to not to hear what the others were saying to each other, as the Telkran hadn't appeared to be too happy about her overhearing the conversation before, and now she seemed to be miserable/upset/shaken/sad enough (she couldn't read emotions clear enough to say what exactly that was, maybe even many thing at once...) even without her Zet'kil doing anything in addition. She at least suspected that the parts which were spoken in lowered voice were not meant for her 'ears'. But really, she couldn't do much to prevent herself hearing the words that reached her. Well, she could sometimes completely ignore the words she really didn't want to hear, but that was about that. For a second she had a feeling that the other alien had said something very out of place as Melai seemed to react strangely on the same old remark which had came up a few times already. She really has to get to know what it is supposed to mean... Otherwise it continues to be as confusing as it is. "...Zet'kil, you can decide for yourself whether you want to leave your ship in my cargo bay like before, or fly on your own. Either way, it's time to move out!" "It works as fine either way for me now, so I guess I am leaving it in your cargo bay for now... As it already is there. The flight to Earth will take a little longer than the last one I assume, as the distance is a little longer, so I would have the time to set some things finally in order on mine. I rather trust that anything which is happening around can not reach inside, so I would have some time for that, right?" ...And maybe finally send out something other than what the ship automatically did... And maybe make a contact or two with other Xeians she knew. Zet'kil didn't feel exactly lonely as long as her ship was somewhere near and the possibility make a new link existed, but still, in case she had the possibility, then why not to actually use it? Just to prove the other she was not only still alive but also still there somewhere. |
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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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| Fortis | Apr 3 2009, 01:15 PM Post #394 |
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“My ship is…not well built to accommodate passengers,” Derth said, arriving at the cockpit of his ship and activating the communication systems. “But if I must, I will allow it for a time. A cargo bay can be converted to house any passengers, though they will need to bring their own food. Speaking of which, does Lya or anyone else have a device among your wares for synthesizing organic molecules? I w ill need it if I am going to be away from my ship for any length of time. I cannot eat the life found on the worlds in this galaxy.” Derth added. As he waited for a reply, he began working the controls of his ship. He brought up the internal defense controls. It wouldn’t do to have the ship mistake a passenger for an intruder and burn them down. “Computer, all internal defenses on passive standby. Mark all intruders, but take no action unless they become actively hostile or enter sensitive areas. Should they do so, take only non hostile actions first. Stunning, containment, no disintegration.” Derth commanded the computer as he worked the controls of his ship. Following his commands, the ship acknowledged him and switched it’s interal turrets to nonlethal modes. Derth also prepped the ship to fly again, undocking from the Profiteer and maneuvering to the nearest natural node. He activated his communication systems again “I am ready to depart. If anyone wishes to accompany me, now is the time to come.” |
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| Shienvien | Apr 3 2009, 01:48 PM Post #395 |
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I want, I can, I do
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“Speaking of which, does Lya or anyone else have a device among your wares for synthesizing organic molecules? I will need it if I am going to be away from my ship for any length of time. I cannot eat the life found on the worlds in this galaxy.” "So can't I, at least when it comes to eating full things." Zet'kil replied on the Carnithi's question. "Therefore I do indeed have devices meant for processing of that kind, as I have considered that I might come to a situation in which I can't return to my ship every second day- unequipped I would never even came here, after all. And yes, I can lend you mine if you want. I have got portable versions, which I assume is what you need?" At that she glanced at herself and the amount of technology she already was carrying, weapons, ship's control, and all other things, including those for investigation. It was still not much in size and weight, but considering the way it appeared to be attached to her and that her exoskeleton was very metallic-looking anyway, she could almost be considered as a some kind of odd partial cyborg by appearance. "I think it would be easiest when I brought the additional piece equipment with me once we land on Earth, no use in fetching it now when we will meet again soon enough." She said, before Derth could move back to his own ship and de-attach his ship from Lya's. Zet'kil turned once again and soon enough she was back on board the Rey de los Muerte. So... Earth. Another place to go. |
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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 | Apr 4 2009, 01:42 AM Post #396 |
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Transylvanian Mad Scientist
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Emerson allowed himself to be immersed in contemplative thought. He deliberately decorated his room in this way, the series of images never ceased to inspire him. He thought back at the very first ancestors of Man. Wielding nothing more than rocks and sticks, they managed to bring down enemies ten times their size, by means of tactics and coordination. It would not be long before they perfected this. Then, they would use it against each other, only the best allowed to survive and write their own history. But who will win now? Who will inherit Earth's legacy? His thoughts trailed forward, across the span of human history leading up to the twentieth and the twenty-first centuries. Humanity thought itself to be the cherry on top of the cake.. They made grand plans, which they executed with an almost overly zeal. The two centuries where ones where many rallied around the ideologies presented by the few, sometimes even a single individual. They were times of great change and a sense of purpose. But none of them would have thought that the very thing they took for granted each day; the sunrise and sunset; the waves brushing against the beach as the tide came in; the gentle sweeping of forests as they leaned in the wind -could ever be lost. That thought was beyond consideration. Even as they progressively annihilated their world out of ignorance and no care for anyone but themselves and their ideals, they never thought it could actually happen. And when that day came, the day humanity was dethroned... The once ignorant, merry and content eyes sprang open, wide in realization. And humanity dropped to its knees, yelling, screaming. "What have I done?! What have I become?!" "The Exodus taught us all a lesson." Emerson mused. "We could no longer be the ignorant fools that thought only of themselves, or of their ideals. This is a time where we must think ahead, where we must think of the future." And not just one future. The future of one man; no. That means of thinking, the future of an individual was the very thing that got them -us- here in the first place. Here, where they were forced to abandon our own planet and let it be overrun by the profiteering sub-races that later became to be known as the Insectoid. A single day had not passed that Emerson cursed his predecessors for that. Their ignorance and self-confidence robbed the future generation of Earth's heritage. This belief, this certainty and knowledge always reminded him why he was here; on a gigantic spacecraft capable of annihilation of biblical proportions, waging war on the very planet they wish to save. They are here not to save the planet for themselves; the time it would take to rebuild and repopulate would be greatly beyond their own lifetime. They are here to liberate it for the children. Now is the time to give humanity back its future. Edited by Attila, Apr 4 2009, 01:50 AM.
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| Latanya | Apr 5 2009, 06:07 AM Post #397 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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For a moment, when she heard Derth’s invitation, if you could call it that, Theyr was near to accept it and to spend the rest of the journey on his ship, not only to escape the constant annoying presence of human beings and especially Lya but also to get to know the newcomer and his motives a bit better to be able to assess his character to a certain extent. Then again – she had spent days – days? Not even twenty-four hours! Somehow it felt so much longer – with two aliens and still had no idea about their true value and strength in regards to both, the physical and the mental means. As if it would lead to anything… Still, from what she had caught so far Derth did not seem to be a wimp like Lya or one of these dogmatic apathetic guys like Zet’kil seemed to be. He certainly was more of a warrior than those two, and to some extent had already gained a not too little part of her respect, even if she didn’t feel like staying in his presence for too long without a justified reason. Maybe she’d talk to him later. With the obligatory provoking gin in Lya’s direction she entered the Rey and strolled to the room whatsoeveritwascalled, the one with a few chairs and an amazing view over the galaxy and cuddled into one of the chairs, crossing her legs lackadaisically. |
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| Oracle | Apr 6 2009, 12:56 AM Post #398 |
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Lya entered the first of the rooms Melai had pointed out as crew quarters. She didn't know about the others but she needed to rejuvenate before they headed off into more danger. She set down the crate she had carried in and sat quietly by herself for a minute on the small bed. Curious what it might feel like she laid down and settled her head against the pillow. Surprisingly it wasn't that uncomfortable so she closed her eyes and slept. If one could call it sleep. After a time the human mind became active, racing through events since she had touched Melai's mind. Everything was jumbled and out of order. Then a huge creature shaped like Theyr, but made up of ants like Retzaan, forced itself into her mind shredding through it with raking talons. She sat up fully awake. Was that her screaming? When she realised she was okay she stopped vocalising and jumped off the bed. What the hell was that? With purposeful stride she made her way to the control room hoping to catch Melai still awake. She couldn't shake the vision, hopefully he could tell her what it was. Either way she was too frightened to stay alone at the moment. The vision kept jumping out at her even though she was awake. |
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| Dark Jack | Apr 7 2009, 09:49 AM Post #399 |
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The Phantom Poster
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(Okay, Silver can post which ship Talon and the mercenaries have gone aboard afterwards, but for now, I can't wait any more. The show must go on, as they say.) Once again back in the comfortable (yet uncomfortably unused) pilot's seat of the Rey de los Muerte, Melai felt that he could finally relax, even if it was only for a short while. Once everyone had decided on which ship they wanted to spend the time it took to travel from their current location - God know where that could be - to the Sol-system and, ultimately, Earth itself, the planet from which the human and insectoid species alike originated. There was something about the very thought of returning to the one place in the galaxy where life had bloomed, the one place from which civilization as Melai knew it had been born. It felt like a pilgrimage to an epic place of great importance, and it was with an utter feeling of awe that Melai typed in the coordinates to the Sol-system in order to prepare to once again activate the Starjump-drive. "INVALID DESTINATION COORDINATES!" the computer's annoying voice announced when Melai tried to confirm the Starjump, and furrowing his brow, he deleted the coordinates and re-typed them, figuring that he had probably typed wrong. When he once again tried to confirm the order, however, the computer just reacted the exact same way: "INVALID DESTINATION COORDINATES!" "What the heck?" Melai muttered under his breath as he tried looking up the coordinates in the computer database, but when he tried that, the computer persisted to deny him access to the files. "I thought I had removed all those damn Imperial restrictions from you," Melai told the computer with a frown, "I guess I missed one..." That was a mistake quickly corrected, though. Melai had always been a skilled hacker, and since this ship's computer was quite old and simple, he could easily pass the security and remove the restriction on the files, and to Melai's surprise, a whole row of coordinates was revealed, all that had been classified by the Empire. Looking over them, Melai quickly recognized most of them as being worlds that had been utterly infested by the insectoids, but several were entire clusters he had never even heard about. And even more puzzling, it seemed that despite Melai having hacked the computer, it still denied him access to the file about something called the Regway Cluster, and despite that Melai tried breaching its encryption, it was classified beyond what he could manage. Whatever was in the Segway Cluster, it was something the Empire was very determined to keep secret. Removing the classification of "Quarantine" on the entire Sol-system, Melai tried to re-type the coordinates once more, and this time, the computer accepted their destination. "Okay," Melai told them, "Initiating Starjump once more! Brace yourself! We're making the jump in five... four... three... two... one..." |
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| Silvermourn | Apr 9 2009, 08:40 PM Post #400 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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((Gah, I'm sorry, for some reason this roleplay has become what Prophecy used to be. That roleplay I can never remember....Sorry....)) As everyone moved to clear off Talon called off the dogs. Maybe he could start calling them that, the dogs. It was highly likely that they wouldn't appreciate it, but he might run it by their captain before he decided on a name for the lot of them, or on a symbol to mark them all with when things were good and done. He sort of liked that, the Dog Guards or something like that, but his naming skills obviously weren't so hot. He'd actually managed to get in the habit of calling himself Random for no apparent reason. As the strange outsider offered to let people take quarters on his ship Talon almost considered it. The knowledge of who was hostile and who wasn't would have been nice, even if he knew that it was the only other person and his entire ship. Yet of course in the long run he made the intelligent and business wise decision and waved an almost sarcastic wave to the alien as he walked towards Melai's ship. " I'd love to join you but I prefer actual quarters if I can get them. See you when this convoy lands partner." Anymore sarcasm and he would have been choking on it, but it was friendly enough Talon usually made fairly good first impressions when the people he was dealing with weren't complete militant idiots. With his mercenaries surrounding him he stepped onto the adjacent ship, following those who had went before him as they moved out, and awaiting their arrival as they began to move away. The mercenaries served one valuable purpose in that they made him a good deal more comfortable. |
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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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