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| ~Scout~ | Mar 11 2008, 10:26 PM Post #31 |
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“You, Scout, are a genius,” Skrolek said to the garling general as the ensigns continued to try to guess the code to the weapons safety. “The code was randomly generated, so I don’t think that you can really call me a genius,” Scout said. “But keeping the bridge crew occupied like this is a good way to keep them from getting restless,” Skrolek said. “Oh, yes,” Scout said. “I didn’t think they’d take it seriously when I told them they could.” “Neither did I,” Skrolek said. “They have yet to get those credits you said they could have.” Scout grinned. Arquil walked up to the two. “Well, you look political,” Scout commented to Arquil. “Is all of your work done?” “Yes,” Arquil said. “We can go now.” “Excellent,” Scout said, embracing Arquil lightly. He looked to Saken. “We’re jumping to Zilnor.” Saken nodded. He set about to work, but hesitated. “Hmph,” he grunted. “A message just went over one of the secure channels, reserved for bounty hunters. Something about pirate commander Ridley and SR388.” Arquil slid out of Scout’s arms. “Is there anything more?” she asked, worried. “It says he was last seen leaving SR388. You may look at it if you like,” Saken said. Arquil rushed over and read the short message. She stared at it, and the attached picture, for almost a minute, as if trying to decipher a hidden message. Arquil looked at Saken desperately. “There’s a channel that I want you to send a message to,” she said, handing Saken a piece of paper. “Ask if Corsair has permission to make a hyperspace jump directly to SR388 to secure the system.” Saken looked at the channel code, then nodded to Arquil and sent a message. Arquil took out a personal communicator and prepared to send her own message, but Scout stopped her. “Arquil, what’s wrong?” he asked. “This has to do with my delay. Let me handle this,” Arquil said. Scout crossed his arms. “You’d better have a good reason for me to risk my ship,” he said impassively. Arquil opened up the channel. Reskir received a message on his corvette. “Reskir Cervilus, Corsair needs to make an emergency jump out of the system. You are to remain where you are and continue to watch for Narssek’s ship,” Arquil said to him. He nodded. “I remain ever vigilant,” he said. The communications closed. |
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| +transcon+ | Mar 20 2008, 06:58 PM Post #32 |
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Quid pro quo, the man had said. Yuur understood that completely being a linguistics officer. This left Narssek to contemplate the meaning out of context. In any event, Jimmy Vega presented an offer he couldn't refuse. It was like being a human child in a candy store with a guardian saying that it could acquire anything it desired. It certainly wasn't pro bono as Yuur would quickly point out, but from guessing, Jimmy was looking for results. To reap the spoils of war.... Cottonmouth was not a name he expected to hear, however. Narssek and that Individualist captain could never have seen eye to eye. While the admiral was comparable to a visionary, the captain was more of a realist. He knew, though, that there was one thing they could both agree on: the path of the Zebethian Regime was a failure. He hoped to use Cottonmouth's position in his place amongst the Independent Clan as point in testimony. There was a reason the clan that captain was a part of broke away and declared autonomy. Though the core reason was lost over the years due to politics, in-fighting, and even so much as the vastness of space and conquest, the spirit of their clansman's nature shown through. As he pondered, Narssek had been sipping and swirling his martini glass in thought. To Vega, perhaps he was mulling over the situation versus the need for equipment and weaponry. Instead, he was weighing his options, predicting potential outcomes, and picking apart what material gain that could be garnered from this operation. After all, he was still a Pirate. "Very well," he agreed. Time had passed as Vega showed him and his other three visiting crewmates around at the various wares that were stockpiled. The tiny sun was beginning to set on Mars, and it was a reminder that they were running short on time. "This is Saken Tordel, speaking on the behalf of Her Highness, Queen Arquil Shorena. She wishes to know if you will give her permission to let Corsair, the garling flagship, make a hyperspace jump to SR388 to secure the system." was the message that he had received an hour ago. He gave the go ahead, if anything, to assist the Galactic Federation in securing the SR System, and to monitor any further Zebethian activity. Indeed, they were running short on time, especially with the forced transmission he received from the communications terminal on his freighter in orbit. At least with the Corsair en route, and having a strong Garling ally, there was time bought. "How much do you currently have stocked here?" Narssek inquired with the tip of his claw drawing from the chin to the air. "We only have so much space on board our vessel, yet I'm sure Captain Cottonmouth would be just as intrigued after our discussion regardless of whether or not he should choose to join us." -------------------------------------------------------------------- While Ensign A'xun had his eye on Aiko as a respect-worthy companion, Rin'Tal had other ideas. That woman on the rooftop certainly gained his attention. While Admiral Narssek was speaking directly to Jimmy Vega, Crewman Rin'Tal was occasionally eying Gray Fox. Despite the woman being human, he could already tell that she was astoundingly athletically built with a sharp eye and a keen mind. This woman oozed confidence, and the fact that she was so brazen to point out and give fair warning to the two Zebethians under cloak just piqued his interest. If she was going with them, the crewman would be a happy pirate. "Update, Aiko," Ensign A'xun reported silently across his communications array. "I'm sure that you notices that the Garling Flagship jumped about an hour ago. They're moving to assist G-Fed forces to secure the SR System. They should be there now. "On the other hand, you should pick up another signature jumping into the Sol System soon. It won't be of Zebethian design, but that's an Independent's ship. They're rendezvousing with our contact here. It's hopeful that we'll have another group with us. "Lets keep our fingers crossed that our rag-tag group grows. A'xun out." -------------------------------------------------------------------- Omega-Alpha stood in the doorway twisting his head left and right between watching his mother, Samus on the outside, and the rest of his coterie on the inside. The few patrons of the bar fell silent after that strange individual who resembled a Chozo came in and left in such a hurry. The reason he was standing there was because he was dumbfounded. He began to wonder what he did to upset the Creator. He was polite and well mannered. He even spoke with reverence, though he didn't quite even understand why he did. All he knew was that this creator made an idle threat at his mother, and that didn't sit well with him. If it had been anyone else, he'd have been enraged. But, it was a Creator, and that left him a little confused. Why couldn't a Creator recognize their own work, and understand how it functions? he considered. It was a deeper question than he could have fathomed, and he was determined to eventually figure out why. Right now, however, Samus was leaving the group in the dust. He just wasn't about to leave his coterie behind, so gently upon the mind of his mother, she felt a reassuring gesture. And, sure there was the stench of Zebethian upon the Warrior Creator, but that could've been from the Creator slaying Zebethians! It was beyond his grasp to conceptualize the possibility of betrayal on such a divine level. It would have been like the Chozo in the old video he saw of the Scientist Creators being decimated by the first queen metroid. It was the X Parasites that did that. But, for this Warrior Creator to be a traitor of any kind would be akin to that very queen metroid just simply devouring the Chozo out of greed. Greed wasn't in Omega's vocabulary... unless it came to food. "What about my friends?" he quietly whispered. Samus may have been his "mother", and his "queen". But, she was not the alpha of the coterie he worked so hard to build. If anything, they were like the missing elements of his society. They filled in the gaps, and somehow they coincidentally fulfilled their roles whether they knew it or not. And though he could read his mother's emotions (despite how much that could annoy her at times), he wasn't by any means a telepath. If he knew where she kept her ship, he would've have asked to lead his group there. But, even then, not everyone would've been able to fit in that tiny thing. He needed to think of another way. Ben, Sqirt, and Lorillal had to have gotten to Mars somehow. They probably had their own ship. In fact, he began to realize that everyone here had to have their own vessel. Plus, if anything bad were to happen, it was better not to "put all the eggs into one basket." He knew the importance of eggs, and believed that was the best course of action. --------------------------------------------------------- "We have a vessel on approach," stated the sensors operator at the listening post in orbit around SR338. "Transponder reports that is is the Garling Flagship, Corsair." The operations officer and the deck commander watched the sensor readings as they spiked, indicating a ship just jumped into the SR System. "The quarantine warning markers had been reactivated since the incursion of the Zebethian mothership. I'm wondering what they're doing here?" His hands laid flat on either side of the monitor horizontally placed in his desk. As the young officer reported to the lieutenant hovering over his shoulder, he reached up and readjusted the headset in his ear. "Shall I hale them?" "Proceed." The deck commander nodded, standing up to his full height of five feet six inches. His red feathery plumage fell from his head and ruffled as he shook it. A feathered hand stroked the underside of his beak as he waited for a response to their hales. "Garling vessel Corsair," the operations officer called out into his microphone. "This is Listening Post Twenty-Four-Charlie. You are in strict violation of quarantined space. Please state the nature of your business, over?" |
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| ~Twilight~ | Mar 20 2008, 07:31 PM Post #33 |
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Just... Kind of out there...
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OOC: Now this is a horrible post, but I guess its still better than none xD Sorry about the time it took, been really busy with a school project and brawl (priorities priorities...) It seemed as if the strange warrior was not about to leave just yet, and it only took a few more seconds before flares started shooting between him and Samus, why he wasnt sure, although he could be sure he felt 'something' just before, probably only his imagination though. Twilight walked up a few meters to the side of Samus cautiously, he did not want to get in her way yet he did not want to be thought of as a coward. His hand was still on the handle to his rifle, ready to draw it at any moment should the stranger become aggressive, however before Samus could say anything more Omega walked up to the stranger and bowed to him before saying a long sentence that seemed to be automated somehow. 'Whats going on..?' Twilight thought, confused as his gaze shifted between Omega and the stranger. 'A true chozo warrior... huh... I wonder who really is the true warrior of the two.' Twilight wondered in thought as Z'Gato proclaimed himself to be it. 'I dont know why, but he seems to despise Samus.. Hmph, he probably has no idea what she has done. Exterminating the Ing on ones own is no easy feat. Pompous fool.' Twilight thought as a silent hiss escaped his helmet like a scowl when the warrior left. As the immidiate danger was over Twilight let go off his rifles handle and relaxed somewhat, taking a more casual stance. Omega seemed to be confused about something, Twilight could not tell what but it seemed to have to do with Samus relation with the Chozo, although Twilight didnt know why, he only knew very little about metroids, mostly what he had stolen from the Pirate databases during his quick "visit" in their base on Aether. It also seemed that Samus had either ignored him, or not heard him when he spoke to her, either case he felt that repeating himself would just cause her to get irritated, which was not very good, instead he decided to stay out of her way and keep quiet as he waited for something to happen, wheter it was Samus moving out or whatever else, he was ready to act accordingly. |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 22 2008, 05:20 PM Post #34 |
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(OOC: Ugh, for the last time Twilight, you did very well. I admit that sometimes I get that feeling that what I posted wasn't my greatest work, but it can actually turn out a lot better than expected. I know from past experiences. Some post always feel that 'great' but they're still good. Just go with the flow about what you write and let most of the others compliment you. I can be surprised myself by some of the compliments that I receive from Aiko via AIM. The general gist of people's compliments will usually tell you that the technique you're using is right, although it may be up to you to improve it. Remember, it's the ideas that count, not the feelings that you always get from writing them. Even if there a couple of grammar oddities )Jenosa was glad that the warrior guy had left, although it left her edgy inside. Gut instinct told her that, somehow, this wouldn't be the last of him. Especially with his last words. She contemplated on what she should do, what she should say. Although, at the beginning, she had never truly wanted to be a part of...whatever she was getting involved in, she was feeling compelled to follow and to help out. All that she knew was that something bad was going down now. Samus had mentioned 'home' to Omega, but Jenosa felt clueless to where this home was. She was afraid that if Samus and Omega left on her, she wouldn't be able to help. But the trouble was helping them in the first place. Jenosa felt wary of Samus's personality; she wasn't necessarily afraid of her, but she had that air of a person who had kept mostly to herself. Such a personality might make it difficult for Samus to accept her help again, seeing as how all of this could get rather personal with that bird brain. And then she frowned. She put two and two together, and that whatever planet that bird was telling them to keep away, it was possibly their home. A very stupid fight occurs, and she could tell that Omega was confused, innocent enough as he was. He doesn't deserve the fate that he's been given, she told herself. Her hold on the wall that blocked her mind from the rest of the scattered, distorted memories of the scientists loosened slightly. Their last minute of horror before they had been assimilated into the Scurge trembled through her mind, and for a moment, her face grimaced; all before she blocked it out again. Even though they had done experiments on the Scurge, mostly for simple research to understand their nature, none of the scientists deserved what they got. She had zero remorse for the creature that had attacked them, but she also understood its actions. It had learned it would be used as a military weapon, its life and freedom threatened, and it had obviously lashed out. It had lashed out and planned in fear what the military would use it for. Omega was such a mix between the scientists and the Scurge. He was dangerous on a similar level as the Scurge, but at the same time, he was innocent like those scientists. And she also realized Omega had eyes on him that wanted to use him like a weapon, just like the Scurge. She couldn't describe why, but such a person like Omega didn't deserve the attention he was getting. She knew she had to be in this. “Samus,” she spoke lowly enough for them to hear, though her voice sounded defiant and strong, as if she wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer, “I know I have no knowledge of what relation you have with that warrior dude, or what he’s referring to on some planet. However, I can tell right now that Omega is going to get involved in this - and this is going to turn into a fight that’s a complete waste of time she thought – and hate to see the hard work I put into helping that little rescue effort we pulled off go to waste.” “Hey, what can I say, he’s a friend,” smiling slightly, but still showing her previous features, she held out a little, small chip she drew from one of her pockets. She handed to Samus, but not in a way that she expected her to take it. “If you want to contact me, you can use this. It has my radio frequency.” She hoped this wouldn’t turn into a personal solo flight. |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 22 2008, 07:04 PM Post #35 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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((I feel like I'm being deliberately left out here, Transcon. Is T'kran even a part of this RP anymore? Because if I don't get a post highlighting what I'm supposed to be doing soon, I might as well pull out of the RP and let you get on with it.)) |
"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company![]() ![]()
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 24 2008, 01:37 PM Post #36 |
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"How much do you currently have stocked here? We only have so much space on board our vessel, yet I'm sure Captain Cottonmouth would be just as intrigued after our discussion regardless of whether or not he should choose to join us." "Dude, don't you worry about space," Jimmy said to Narssek. "What did I tell you back at the house? I got you covered." Jimmy made a few calls, and within the space of twenty minutes, he had secured Narssek a freighter. It was an old, decaying piece of rust and bolts called the Dirty Bird, though she wasn't in such bad shape that it wouldn't serve their purpose well. In fact, she was practically begging for a brilliant mechanic to come in and give her a quick tune-up. And really, a quick tune-up was all she needed to run like a dream. Jimmy's phone beeped again, and this time it was Nick. Cottonmouth and his men had just landed outside the city. He gave Narssek the coordinates to where their ship, the Salty Dog, had touched down. He also asked that they take Grace along with them, as she would be accompanying them on the mission, though this was the end of the line for Jimmy. For now, at least. Should they survive, and Jimmy had his doubts that they would, Narssek would owe him a favor for this service. It was up to Jimmy when he would decide to collect. "Well, I hope you found everything to your liking," he said to Narssek. "Like I said, take whatever you need, and maybe even a few things you just like a lot. Cottonmouth and his boys are waiting for you whenever you're ready." ............................... Cottonmouth crouched down by the bank of the river near where their ship had landed. Getting permission to make planetfall had been a headache, but it was a relief when they finally did. The one caveat was that they would not be allowed within any city limits, and were being watched the entire time. That was okay though. While they did have quite evil plans, they did not include anything having to do with this planet, this system, or humans in general. Under the cover of darkness, Sentry Drones had been dispatched in the area, keeping a close watch for any uninvited guests, as well as ready to alert the captain when Narssek and his comrades were near. For now, the crew were staying on the ship, while Cottonmouth himself took some time to reflect on the task at hand. He saw something floating in the water in front of him, a long rough object that he had at first taken to be a log. Upon closer inspection though, he realized that it was in fact an alligator. After Mars had been terraformed, its famous canals became rivers. And just like in every other newly formed ecosystem, the rivers were populated with the many species the humans had brought with them from their homeworld. And that included gators, which like the other flora and fauna, had adapted well to their new home. Cottonmouth had always admired the alligator, and its cousin the crocodile. They were ancient creatures, even by galactic standards, having existed on Earth in one form or another for millions of years. They were there long before humans walked the planet, and had survived when many of their reptilian contemporaries bit the dust in a mass extinction. And the fascinating thing was that they were essentially the same animals they had been all those millions of years ago. A bit smaller, perhaps, but the basic design had not changed. It was that design that made them so successful. Nature's own Ultimate Killing Machine, this system's answer to the grenchler. Few creatures could hope to escape their powerful jaws once ensnared. Humans may have regarded the lion as the King of the Jungle, but the gator was without a doubt the King of the River. Gators and crocs were also a favorite subject of Pirate experiments. Science Teams loved to give them features like dorsal spikes, longer limbs, gecko-like tongues, and even the ability to breathe fire. Cottonmouth thought all of those additions to be superfluous though. He felt the creatures were just fine the way they were, even if the others didn't see it that way. To them, one must always strive for improvement in all aspects of life. One must perfect the body, perfect the genes, perfect the race. They saw the gator as they saw their own bodies - as a canvas. Cottonmouth, on the other hand, saw a design that had worked beautifully from time immemorial, and was continuing to work just as well. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, as Jimmy was fond of saying. But it was more than just that. To Cottonmouth, the alligator was a symbol of everything he stood for. It was emblematic of what people like Narssek, in their mad quest for perfection, would never understand. That when left undisturbed, Nature achieves perfection on her own. |
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| +Aiko+ | Mar 24 2008, 06:23 PM Post #37 |
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Roffel House!
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“Update, A’xun,” Aiko said on board the freighter, “a ship matching the ‘Independents’ you described has just landed outside the city. Sensors logged numerous non-biological energy signatures leaving the ship upon landing. Proceed with caution.” ------------------------------------ Samus watched the blasphemer disappear into the crowd beyond the bar. She was standing in the middle of the street, but all who passed gave her a wide berth. There was just something frightening lurking in her steel blue eyes, a cold, smoldering blaze that only needed the right trigger to turn into a raging inferno. It was the gentle, familiar touch that stroked her psyche that broke her murderous train of thought and brought her back to reality. Despite all the walls she had placed to prevent others from reaching her mind, Omega had somehow brushed her defenses aside to reach her core. She didn’t know how he did it, or even how he could, especially since all of her blocks were still in place. For the moment the hows didn’t matter, and she was grateful for his influence. She took a deep breath and sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders and dwelling upon the calm feelings Omega was sharing with her. She walked back to him, rubbing one of the plates along his shoulder blades and projecting a genuine sense of thanks. But beneath the surface, her rage still boiled, masked only by a sharp sense of urgency and worry. "What about my friends?" he whispered to her. She petted his back while she pondered that question. The armored Ing was still there, looking patiently collected but somewhat lost. She paused for a moment as a memory abruptly hit her. She recognized him! Of course! That armor was identical to when she, Omega, and Aiko were on SR388 back when Omega was still an Alpha-stage. She vividly remembered the ship that Omega had damaged, and the subsequent attack the metroid made upon the Ing himself. Despite her own prejudices, the actions of this Ing and his friendship with Omega hinted that there was more to Twilight than she suspected. “You may come,” she said to him, “but you’re taking your own ship. And no, I’m not done talking with you either. I want to hear more of your story, especially your relationship with Omega.” She took the data chip Jenosa handed her and twirled it absently in her fingers. Adam was standing against the bar, silently but distractedly observing everyone. Samus tossed the chip into the air and caught it between two fingers for Adam to see. She waited until she saw him nod before she pocketed the small piece of technology. “Thanks, Jenosa. I’ll keep in touch. You can come too, but the situation we’re flying into is going to be bad, very bad. When you go back to your ship, check the newest hunter guild headline and you’ll see what I mean.” Adam walked over, knowing that Samus was ready to go. Indeed she was. She didn’t even wait for him before she walked past Omega and out the door. Her ship was only a 15 minute walk away, and Adam already had clearance to take off. She was anxious about the inevitable battle ahead and how devastating Ridley’s appearance could be in the budding metroid civilization. She honestly didn’t know what scared her more, the space dragon himself, or what she knew he could do to warp the minds of the ignorant young Queens. |
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| +transcon+ | Mar 29 2008, 03:38 PM Post #38 |
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The small yellow sun was setting below the red horizon of the fourth planet. People were still milling about in participation of the Harvest Festival. Parties, games, drinking, gambling, everything under Sol's sun was found by patrons, or usually found them. Samus Aran found herself leading a small militia of aliens and strange humans through the streets. They were preparing to leave for SR388 by the various means of transport the individuals wished to use. Meanwhile, Narssek concluded the deal with Vega and requested that the freighter in orbit be brought down to pick up what cargo was available. As soon as Aiko was available to do so, the pirates loaded the vessel with the wares they accrued while the admiral signed an agreement with Vega. Certainly a deal like this wasn't spun for free. Basically, it was assumed that all Jimmy was asking for was a small cut in the spoils of victory. This left Narssek to deal with Cottonmouth. Before making the rendezvous with the pirate captain, he and his crew agreed to take on one more direct participant: Gray Fox, if the opportunity presented itself. With that, the admiral gave the signal to the rest of his compatriots to prepare for departure, and gather at his location. Both crews were scheduled to meet and try to convince one another who was more foolhardy on this mission of revolution. This meeting to determine such an event would eventually be recorded in history as the start of The Zebethain Upheaval War. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is going to turn ugly, isn't it?" Omega-Alpha arbitrarily said as he followed his mother like the lost hatchling he was when he was a bantee in a former life. He managed to piece together that something dreadful happened back on his homeworld, SR388. The only problem was, he couldn't fathom the possibilities of what could possibly have happened. "I hope they're okay." He looked over his shoulder at his "crew" as they began veering off to wherever they were going. He gave them a cheerful grin, just thankful that he was alive with these kinds of friends. In his culture, what was left of it, body language spoke volumes. While his face told them that he loved them, his tail and hands indicated that there was indeed danger ahead. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Narssek wasn't stupid enough to use stolen valuables as payment. As the humans would say, "this stuff was too hot right now." But, he decided to try something as he wasn't completely clear on human culture. The returning Zebethian crew under his command offered a sizable stash of loot the pirates pilfered and plundered to Vega as a down payment for the human's services rendered. "I'm sure your people will find these quite valuable to the right customer," he said. "I know it may seem like a little extra work, but whatever profit can be garnered on whatever market you provide for, it is yours to keep as a down payment." (ooc: so... does this cut down on the epic-ness of the posts, and still keep clear as to what's going on?) |
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Mar 29 2008, 05:44 PM Post #39 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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((Yes to the first thing, big-assed no to the second. I'm shelving T'kran until you decide to include him in this RP again. It's been almost a month now and I've had no idea what I'm supposed to be doing!)) |
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| +Aiko+ | Mar 29 2008, 06:40 PM Post #40 |
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Roffel House!
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((OOC: It's called be creative? There's no reason anybody should have to hold your hand to get you to post. I've written my fair share of fillers until I figure out what to do. There's no reason why you can't do the same. T'kran is your character, do what you think he would do. Chances are he wouldn't need Narssek to make his own decisions anyway. Don't use Transcon as an excuse not to post, it's annoying.)) |
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