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| Voltron: Defender of the Universe; The RPG Game | |
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| Topic Started: August 27, 2008, 12:38 pm (4,265 Views) | |
| Verser Wallace | March 31, 2009, 4:06 pm Post #181 |
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***Black Lion*** "Sven, things are a bit complicated right now I can't go into details but at the moment I'm suppporting Allura. Contact Nani and ask her to send Coran your way, he should be able to get you out of there in one piece." |
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| Roadbuster | April 3, 2009, 11:07 am Post #182 |
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Barganing Grounds Lo'toir smiled, not unkindly, "Princess Allura, I think you may still be mistaken as to why we are here. Were my father to decide to terminate the planet, he would do so. The only reason that he's restrained himself so far, is the assumption that lesser weapons would take care of things here. However, it is these lions now that are your only salvation, in more ways than one. The bargain is this, you and what remains here become a principality of the Drule Empire. Your people will be freed from the interrment camps and returned here. In fact, at that point, Drule technology can be used to attempt to remedy the situation here, or we can enter discussions for the relocation of your people, if the planet does indeed prove unsalvagable. You, and your other lion's pilots, will become part of the Drule forces, or, for those that are already GFA members, they can be returned to the Galaxy Force Alliance at our earliest convenience." This was all said before Allura could take a breath. The tone made it sure that there was little uncertainty in his voice, and the offer was without a doubt generous. He leaned forward, "Princess, do consider this offer. It would be a shame to see the valiant effort you've gone through come to naught as this planet is shattered around you. You do not have resources, you do not have people, and you do not have the ability even to watch your own skies or planet. The sattelite system was long since disabled, except for minor systems. We've talked long enough that I am quite certain of that. This offer would allow you to return all of your people from a position where you can truly help them and your planet and culture to survive." Edited by Roadbuster, April 3, 2009, 11:08 am.
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| Verser Wallace | April 3, 2009, 12:02 pm Post #183 |
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***Black Lion*** Keith rumbled, or was that the lion, at this point there didn't seam to be a difference. The offer WAS generus and that's what made it worse of all. Keith had decided he very much hated Lo'toir. |
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| John Aversin | April 5, 2009, 4:09 pm Post #184 |
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Allura blinked. She was, in truth, unsurprised at the offer. She had expected something like that, something like what Merla had said was offered her planet. But no matter how much she had expected it, she was unprepared for the effect that being offered her people and her planet would have on her. She held in churning emotions, ones that were churning for a multitude of reasons. At least, she hoped she was holding them in. And somewhere in that maelstrom inside her, she was thinking, contemplating. How to get salvage something from this. Her answer was already made up in her mind. She had promised herself, promised Merla as well, that she wouldn't bend knee. Her job as a ruler was to keep her people free and her world's sovereignty. She knew she couldn't accept this offer and doom the freed slaves to just another type of all-too similar slavery, nor put Keith and the others at the mercy of the Drule transports. Part of her doubted very seriously they would be simply 'dropped off' at the nearest GFA post. They'd risked too much to be tossed into the meat grinder like that. "That is a most interesting offer you make, Prince Lo'toir." Oh, but she hoped her voice sounded as steady outside as it did inside her head! "And all-encompassing," she added. "There are certainly many particulars to work out and weighed out. And it will take time to do so." "Paramount to me is the safety of my people. I'm afraid I would be unable to consider anything more encompassing or permanent until I was guaranteed of their safety and well-being. That is to say, I veriified their well-being with my own eyes, and those of our medical staff. I cannot imagine your father would object to this...gesture of good will when he can, as you say, destroy us at his leisure. Whether my people are with me or not should not make them any more or less a threat to the Drule. If I were to see them all safely here, I could then consider, and continue to discuss, your most generous offer." Let that be enough, she prayed! One step at a time, and this first one just getting her people back together and out of Drule thralldom. |
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| Roadbuster | April 17, 2009, 9:17 am Post #185 |
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"We would be happy to take you and a team to your people, however, the trip will likely take months to see them all. They are scattered throughout the Galactic Empire. If you and a team wish to verify this, we will be happy to transport you to the various major colonies where they live and work." GM Note: Sorry things are few and far between. Wife nearly having baby, plans for moving underway, and a new 'release' of the software at work are keeping me fairly distracted!! |
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| John Aversin | April 18, 2009, 7:51 pm Post #186 |
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"One thing at a time, sir," Allura responded. As tempting as rescuing her people in diaspora was, it was the ones here on Arus that concerned her the most. "I was referring primarily to those you have here on Arus in forced labor camps. Release them to me, allow me to see to there well being as a good faith gesture, and then we can contemplate your offer in a more fortuitous light." |
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| Roadbuster | April 20, 2009, 1:54 pm Post #187 |
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Lo'toir shook his head, "I think you are still mistaken. There are no more Arusians on this planet other than those in your camps. If you wish to check on those who have been removed, then again, we an escort you to their places of detainment."
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| John Aversin | April 20, 2009, 4:40 pm Post #188 |
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Allura felt her heart sink, and then did the math. There had been four other camps just a few days ago. Anyone removed from there would not be months away. However, what Lo'toir was saying could still be true. Had the Drule really butchered all the Arusians left on Arus, then the ones in her camp really would be the only ones left. Sick at heart, but turning it into steel inside, her jaw set, she fixed a baleful glare upon Lo'toir. "This parley is over. /If/ it is true that the Arusians in my camp are the only ones left on the planet, then I must now see to them. Your story will be verified and, while that is happening I must be given time to consider." She felt dead inside. Maybe there were no Arusians throughout the galaxy. Maybe there were thousands. In either event, she could do nothing about them. Even the ones left here might be beyond her protection, but she still had to do something. "If you will excuse me," she said, giving a small and shallow bow to her adversary, she turned and began walking back to the Blue Lion. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | April 21, 2009, 7:06 pm Post #189 |
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A long range transmitter… Was he serious? Hunk hadn’t bothered to reply to Keith’s request directly because he, 1) knew the captain was beyond busy with an enemy leader meeting with the princess, and 2) he had to fathom how he could possibly get such a request done with the million other major projects he already had going. He couldn’t rebuild a planet and get communications up and running at the same time! “Ooooh, whatever,” he groaned, busily adjusting controls at the main console in the Pyramid. By this point, he’d created sub-reutines for the more redundant tasks he had to perform to keep the fabricators going. He still had to fix the occasional jam or glitch, but overall it was automated. He had space-flight systems in-progress for the lions, but without installation, they were a moot point. And for some reason, the enemy captive still popped into his mind despite the storm of fears and pressures. There was just something in her eyes, something that pulled at him. He felt… great sympathy for her, despite their battles. Communications. Bah. Communications? Hunk pulled his Lion-Key up in his hand, an eyebrow rising. “Sand.” “Yes, Hunk?” the effigy politely responded from just behind the wall of a man. “Get me all of the data on our communicators, Arusian satellites, and their communication technology. Just get me all of it. While you do, I have something to look into.” He turned abruptly, and walked around Sand briskly, heading for the lift. ------ The guards at Merla’s cell stood to attention as Hunk approached, the big man carrying a large, metal box by a handle in his right hand. “Can we help you, sir?” Hunk nodded at the door. “I need to speak to her.” “We’re supposed to keep her isolated until Coran returns, sir.” Hunk tilted his head down. “Lock the door behind me, but I need to speak with her. She mentioned failsafes being in her cybernetics, and that could mean anything from neural inhibitors to fusion explosions. Do you want that going off with your back to that door?” The two guards shared glances, and then one of them nodded. The door was unlatched, and Hunk stepped inside, letting them close it behind him. He found Merla with his eyes, and offered an anxious smile. “…Hi. I’d like to see if I can’t take care of those failsafes for you, but I’m not going to get pushy about it. I get the feeling you’ve had one too many people force you into things.” He still seemed nervous, but there was a deep sincerity in his eyes, sympathy. |
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| Roadbuster | May 22, 2009, 9:46 am Post #190 |
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The Crater Lo'toir's voice carried confidently in the hot, dry breeze of the thin atmosphere, "Allura... keep in mind that my Father's bargaining terms are not your own. You have one... or more accurately FIVE barganing chips in your hand. Without his fascination with those, this world would already have been left to die." From Keith's vantage point he could see the Prince turn smoothly and head back towards his own ship. His eyes held a look of... if anything, odd satisfaction, and his mouth was curved in a relaxed smile. The 'cell' Merla looked up as Hunk re-entered her cell. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light shed by the emergency lanterns. Hunk felt suddenly like he could get lost in the depths of those strange alien eyes. She straightened herself, a myriad of vibrant colors playing across the scales of her neck and face, "The failsafes are pieces of my enslavement. If you can remove them, I would be forever grateful." |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | May 22, 2009, 6:48 pm Post #191 |
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Hunk was actually a bit caught by her swift ascent. He’d expected her to have a proud, offended response, or to insist on some conditions. Instead, he found himself looking into her eyes. He wondered if it was weird that he didn’t find her alien features ugly, but rather the opposite. She was so… exotic. His pause was only a heart-beat longer than natural, and he came a little closer, raising his tool-kit. “Well, we’ll see if I can earn that gratitude fairly first. I… well, I don’t want to make you think I’m callous. It’s your body we’re talking about here, and I may have to get… kinda close. Do you know where I could start?” His eyes glanced to her lower-legs, but she might have noticed them flick sharply down from trying to look at her hips first. |
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| John Aversin | June 8, 2009, 5:55 pm Post #192 |
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Allura waited until Lo'toir had gotten back to his ship before turning and walking back to the Blue Lion. Once inside, seated at the helm, she sealed the hatch and then, only then, did she let her body sag with a combination of exhaustion and frustration. Sure, she'd had a good night's sleep last night. But between the dress, this meeting, and the lurking thought that the rest of the camps had already been emptied, her mind felt like it was being bludgeoned from multiple angles at once. "Captain Kogaine," she said through the com, "how soon can we get Lance and Pidge out to scout at least two of the other camp locations?" |
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| Verser Wallace | June 9, 2009, 6:25 pm Post #193 |
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"I don't believe Hunk has begun invasive repairs on the other lions yet. They may not be at one-hundred-percent but they can launch whenever you desire Princess." Idly the black lion had paced over to the Blue and though it was a machine of sorcery and science its' body language spoke volumes of it's desire to comfurt and reasure it's teammate. Wether that was the subconscious desire of the lion or Keith himself was anyones' guess. Edited by Verser Wallace, June 9, 2009, 6:25 pm.
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| Roadbuster | October 21, 2009, 9:36 am Post #194 |
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In a short time, plans were set into motion. The Red and Green lions, while still damaged, were in good enough shape to fly, and so they did. Racing around the small planet Arus to find what they could of the other camps. Meanwhile, hunk worked on the cybernetics as best he could. Quickly, it became apparent that it would take more than a mechanic's skill to untangle what Merla referred to as 'fail safes.' Without cutting into her, he could only guess at the extent of the invasive cybernetics. His guess though was that they were directly attached to her nervous system. In fact, part of her spine itself was Cybernetic. He could see the mechanical pathways that would be used to send out signals. It was possible to rig a disrupt, but to separate the signals that would determine movement or pain. In effect, to disable them would be to turn her into a paraplegic. Keith and Allura had returned to the castle. Their minds a brimming morass of confusion. Lo'toir's offer was good. Very good. But his offer also came with news that the Arusians had either been removed... or killed in all the other camps. Sven had returned topside, leaving others to guard the prisoner. Now, he wandered the castle, taking in the surroundings. The building was ancient, but underlying the crumbling cement was something... more. Metallic struts seemed out of sync with the ancient mortar blocks that made the castle itself. Almost as out of sync as the powerful robots of magic and science that this planet had hidden. He wondered if there wasn't more to this planet than a simple land of peace. War caused technological evolution. If they had been at war with a highly advance race millenia in the past, why was their technology so... well, even before the Drule's attack it had been decades behind humankind or Sven's own Canine race. Furthermore, the metallic underpinnings were most visible the closer in towards the center that one would get in the castle. The farther out you would go, the more archaic the structures appeared in nature. It was a puzzle defensively as well as historically. GM Note: That should get everyone back on their feet. If I missed something, just bring it up again in character. |
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| Verser Wallace | October 21, 2009, 4:11 pm Post #195 |
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***Cathedral of Lions*** Keith sighed wearily wishing very much he could just collapse and stop for a few days but knowing full well that simply wasn't an option. He looked up then at the portal to the Blue Lions' lair and immediately felt ashamed. Whatever he was going through it was nothing compared to what Alura had to be feeling. He truly did not envy the princess her position and understood, intimatly, that he had to be strong for her if for no one else. "Alright," he muttered to himself. "Where are we at in all this?" |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | October 21, 2009, 7:31 pm Post #196 |
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Merla could tell that Hunk was deeply awkward the more of her legs he had to examine, what she did with that information was never made clear to Hunk during that particular visit. He likely wouldn't have noticed if she did. Hunk had always been reserved around women, he had to be. They either thought he was a cute 'big brother' type, or were scared of him, and he didn't like scaring people. Being seen as a big brother wasn't a bad thing to him, it just made it impossible to have certain reactions without causing a similar problem to being scary... It was a big mess he tried to avoid, but always found himself stumbling into. And here he was, desperately avoiding the mental comments of 'groping' or 'feeling up' this alien woman. By the time he had to work up to her thighs, hips, and lower back, he was sweating with sheer focus, constantly reminding his brain to see the mechanical issue, and not the fact that this mysteriously intoxicating woman was right in front of his face (literally). He also felt awful for her. A prisoner, her own body turned against her, now being felt up--Examined!--by one of her captors... And every discovery depressed him. It had all been a waste of time, and he proved it over and over. Now all he'd done was grope--examine!--the woman, and for no benefit. Hunk stopped finally, and stood up, rubbing his closed eyes. Merla sat up, looking at him with her stoic focus. "...And what did you learn?" Her tone was not hopeful. He only opened his eyes to look down. "...I can't help you. Not alone. Your mechanical parts are deeply connected to your own organic systems. If I started disconnecting things, it would just cripple you." "Worse than I would be without them?" "...Yes." She looked down, but seemed only pensive, not sorrowful. "...I'm sorry." She blinked at him. "...Pardon?" Hunk shook his head, retrieving his tools. "I'm just sorry. I've wasted your time. I'm going to... there might be..." he shook his head again, and started for the door. "I'll make sure they bring you food on time." |
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| Roadbuster | October 22, 2009, 10:11 am Post #197 |
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Merla's nictating membranes flashed. The human's self conscious deprivation was actually kind of charming in a silly naive way. He would certainly prove most useful in her stay here. "Any chance to learn of what surrounds you is never a chance to be wasted." her voice purred, "You may not yet be able to... help me. But perhaps the knowledge of what you've seen will... lead you to further discovery." With that she curled up on the rough palette that she had made in the cell. Her pheromones filled the room at this point. They were subtle though, enough to cause interest and give men generally warm feelings. Nothing more would be needed... yet. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | October 22, 2009, 6:33 pm Post #198 |
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Hunk watched her curl up, realized he was staring, and then excused himself quietly from the room. He felt hot under his collar... embarrassed sweat. After giving the guards a quick reminder to feed Merla on time, and setting a timer for himself to make sure it happened, he hurried back down the Pyramid. He marched straight to the main console, and seemed aggravated that he had to guide the continued manufacture of the weapons and armor and Lion components. Sedia would be his test case for the new parts, but none of them were ready yet anyway. At last, he started inputting his data collected from Merla's cybernetics into the Sand mainframe. "Sand, I want you to analyze these implants. Is there anything in our system, especially the Water and Life sanctuaries, that would let us treat these, perhaps even reengineer them?" Sand wisked up into view behind Hunk, answering, "Water has the medical facilities, the resources would come from all of us. What is it you intend, Hunk? These readings are not for an Arusian." Hunk looked up at the screen grimly. "I don't like people being treated a certain way, whoever they are. What further data is needed to treat these cybernetics?" Sand shrugged, "Impossible to say, Hunk. She would have to be scanned directly within the Water Sanctuary." Hunk sighed, looking down. "...Not a favor the Princess would grant lightly, especially not right now." His fist clenched. "Sand? Each pilot can visit each Sanctuary right?" |
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| Roadbuster | October 23, 2009, 8:52 am Post #199 |
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"Correct." the shifting sand image replied. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | October 23, 2009, 10:21 am Post #200 |
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Hunk remained grave. "Thank you..." Lifting his key-badge in his hand, his eyes tightened, and then he turned from the console, marching to the sand-gate. "I'll be right back." It felt strange shifting through warm, silken sand to a soft caress of water that didn't soak his suit. Hunk stepped into the Water sanctuary warily, looking up and around. "Um... Water?" |
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