Manifest Destiny: Wolves of the Galaxy

[hand ax ranger]

Space..... The final frontier.... That's how that old show went. Humans had always drempt of traveling the stars, making homes on distant planets. It was thst same force that made to shows that carried over into the first half if the 21st century. On the Earth year 2053, man took it first leap into the void.
Centuries of dreamers and scientists had lead up to this moment, for it truly was…


Manifest Destiny


…but the perfect world they wanted did not come to pass, for with them they brought the evils if sentient life. Crime spread amoung the weaker colonies, while old world hate and competition over resources drives skirmishes and even wars between them. New faces brings new dangers, and raiders and pirates scour the cosmos, looking for their next plunder. Drugs still run rampant, and corrupted men spread corrupt business everywhere they touchdown.

The Earth year is 2153, and the future belongs to those brave enough to make it.

[hand ax ranger]

You are in a cave, with no recollection of how you got here. It is dark despite your enhancements. You feel a force pulling you down the tunnel…a force you cannot resist.

As you walk you hear a machine running at the end. It keeps turning on for two seconds then stopping. For an unknown reason, you are drawn to this sound.

As you get closer the sound grows louder. ....vum vum…vum vum…. As you walk you realise there are shadows close to you, following the same sound.

You reach the end of the tunnel, arriving at a cavern. The shadows dissipate next to you, as a light shines on a walkway before you leading to the center, where an odd blue orb shines out of a metal cage-like device. It pulses with the sound, which has increased in speed and volume.

You cannot help but cross the walkway. You're drawn to the orb like a moth to a flame. The sound is echoing in your head. You reach out to touch it.

Then the light, and the orb, flash out. The sound ceases. From the dark, only feet from your face, a gravely electronic voice speaks.

"The daughter of another race seeking gidhood through their machines......we knew others would fall to it's temptation...."

Then from the pit below glows hundreds of red glowing eyes. They hum with the sound from before, but now it echos from all over hundreds of times. From in front of you the sound loudly returns beneath a bigger set if red eyes, flickering with enery.

"Soon......we shall meet in the flesh..... In a manner of speaking.......

You feel steel wires touch your skin, coiling all over it. They start to dig into your flesh, around even your plating.

"...and soon..... You will learn the nature of gods....."

You try to scream, but nothing comes out.

You feel no pain. Only cold numbness.


*beep beep beep*

You jolt awake. Before you is Cora, your handy robot Secretary... Thing.

It play a recording if Robin Williams yelling "good morning". Then speaks:

"time to get to today's tasks...are you okay...I sense you are scared....."

[Elbeyon]

The side of the bed greets her slow shuffle with a cool jester. "A dream", she admits, feeling where some wires pierced skin. The waking world already smudging the finer details.

*updating dream journal*

"Noise" floods in as her various computer sleep modes toggle off. Her chats, news feeds, status reports, etc. all pouring in.

"Howdy. Anything need my attention?" She starts getting ready. She slips on some clothes. Holos wrestle for her attention as the walls disappear behind them. She brushes her teeth and plugs into her computer.

*update 50% complete* "If you really want to sense it I'll make my night public on the severs."

"Let's have some fun today."

[hand ax ranger]

Cora acknowledges your response. "Oh...yes dreaming...well ut must not have been a good one....I analysed some if your good ones before, like the one with the ponies. You should just dream those." it says, not really understanding still how dreaming works. "Oh! It the oen with that one lady...the one where you both had no clothes and kept rubbing up on each other. You really liked that one, and it got your heart going and your dopamine levels rising." it stops.

You don't think it's making fun if you, as it never is when it suggests it, but it just doesn't understand the complexities of those feelings..... Least not from anything but text and images. But that was just data......not real thoughts.

It contunues. "By the way the Deriki and the carivalin are fighting again...so what you thinking for breakfast...Frank suggested Waffles...."

[Elbeyon]

Her mouth full, she swallows the paste and flushes the toothbrush. Tossing the things in a secure container.

"Oh, don't remind me", She smiles. "I should just have those dreams."

A hand presses on Cora's brain and Farah walks past it out of the room. "We really need to improve your experiences. Get you some of those feels. You'd like it." Half-joking with it, "Have anything in mind?"

Her morning energy perks up to news of a fight. "Really. Let me go yell at them." She starts walking toward the mess hall.

[hand ax ranger]

"good idea. Those two are likely causing problems like fighting and gambling. Which reminds me, I already posted action on Murto knocking out that Reptilian biped. He sure can fight!" it says, wheeling after you.

............

On you way to the mess hall you encounter the fight in question. A ring has been formed out of the two sides, though your crews has many more Carivalin than Deriki.

Two figures stand in the middle. Both are going at it like wild animals (A not too unfair comparison), but have kept it to only fists and such.

The first is the Deriki. You know him as Murto Rejruc of clan Rufgtrei, as well as he happens to be both a veteran soldier and your current weapons specialist. His chitin plating is almost as tough as his no holding back attitude towards conflicts. That said....you know he's not stupid. Least...for a Deriki.

The other... who likely started this in the first place...is Zaharg. He's...useful for more tech based stuff. Especially the explosive type. He always had a certain level of professional charm for a creepy lizard faced pyromaniac. He does however have a short fuse.......

You recall that this is the third time since you hired Zaharg that this (bleep) has happened...but then again..... They are former foes likely. History can be a pain.


They keep fighting, shouting in what seems to be Carivalish, too caught up in their conflict to notice your approach. Murto gets a good shot in on Zaharg, but is countered by a headbutt.

[Elbeyon]

She falls into the crowd without drawing any special attention to herself. Joining in with the crew. "Nice it's not over yet", she says to an enthusiastic carivalin next to her.

Scrambling back and forth to get a good view as the fight moves around. She tip toes at parts to get line of sight. Cheering on the underdog, "Get him Zaharg! Go for the soft spots!"

[hand ax ranger]

Zaharg hears you cheer him on, honestly surprised you take a side rather than call off the fight. He speaks back in Iigarn. " yes Ms. In'am. I'll kick his (bleep) right for you."

He charges in, knocking Murto flat on his back. The two wrestle on the ground for a bit before Murto gets knocked around a few too many times. Zaharg stands up and takes advantage of his current flatfooted status and kicks him across the face.

Murto stops resisting, not dead but fully knocked out .

The Carivalin cheer. Dancing like fools as the three Deriki drag off Murto. Zaharg taunts them. "Ha..look...his man (bleeps) have to drag him off he's so beat down...should of stayed in your holes chitin hides!" they all point and humiliated them.

Zaharg, not forgetting your backing him, turns and crosses his arms cross his chest in an X to you. (A sign of respect among his people.) "My thanks Ms. In'am, when I first heard you I thought my hide was skinned. But nice to see you've retained a loyalty started by your father. The Deriki are weak with pride, full of confidence over the skirmishes on Cyprus 2 all those years ago......Murto's a fool to think it was them who truly won that conflict...that planet was rightfully ours! Their stupid colonies stole it from us!"

For a second he stops. " .of course...you must already know all this, what with your fathers involvement in that."

roll a history check

[Elbeyon]

She cheers 'em on till Murto is out. Emotionally bracing herself at the face kick.

She hears Zaharg out before gesturing him to pause.

Pointing at a couple Carivalin she shouts at them, "Help Murto out." Motioning to some of the Deriki already helping him. If they give her any delay she'll yell at them more, "Now!"

"You played nice and didn't kill him so I can put away my knife for now." She flashes her teeth. "What. Are you from Cyprus 2?"

Take 10: History Check 21

[hand ax ranger]

He laughs at your dark sense of humour, though with eith a touch of nervous.

The Carivalin stand staring at you as you tell St them...not really understanding. Zaharg repeats your orders in his native tounge, and they get straight to it."not all of them speak the desert ones tounge as I do. he says, switching the conversation back to Iigarn

He then awsers your question. "Yes I was there....and not just for the war.....thst was my home. It is for this I hope you don't mind if I'm a touchy one on this subject, as losing your boyhood home to filthy (Carivalin tounge) is not a particularly hspoy experience. I climbed those bluffs, hide myself in the cool long grass. Now.... All I have if my old home is memories. Of good time before and times of death and hate. And love lost..... "

He stops there. "...but that is my problem, not yours. So how might I be of service to you today? Perhaps you've heard the old dark human's suggestion for waffles? He is quite senile and crazed in appearance..but that likely comes with wisdom, no? "

A voice calls from down the hall, in a most cajun accent "who you calling senile? You watch your mouth lizard biy, 'fore I show you a REAL (bleep)-whoopin!"

[Elbeyon]

She can sort of, kind of make out a few of Zaharg's words, but she can only guess at the full meaning. An entirely unpleasant feeling. Completely willing to make a fool of herself she gives some low volumes guesses at a couple of the worlds she couldn't understand. "A shame. Not all of me speaks the tongue as well as I should."

It looks like she wants to ask more about him. The intent however fades as she decides not to pry. "We each have our history. I'll leave you with yours." She shrugs.

"Sounds about right. It's nice that you'll be joining me for breakfast. I needed someone to practice Carvalin on." She smiles. "I'll do the heavy lifting. I've struggled on a character. It'd be nice to get a fluent speaker to help out."

She stays (simply?) entertained as the "chef" acts up. She replies back, "Grandpa! How are those waffles? I heard your making junk food again. How many times has it been this month? I'd be malnourished by now if I didn't have a nutrient tank.." Making sure Zaharg notices her signal to follow, she starts a paced toward the kitchen. Stopping outside of it and looking in.

[hand ax ranger]

She can sort of, kind of make out a few of Zaharg's words, but she can only guess at the full meaning. An entirely unpleasant feeling. Completely willing to make a fool of herself she gives some low volumes guesses at a couple of the worlds she couldn't understand. "A shame. Not all of me speaks the tongue as well as I should."

It looks like she wants to ask more about him. The intent however fades as she decides not to pry. "We each have our history. I'll leave you with yours." She shrugs.

"Sounds about right. It's nice that you'll be joining me for breakfast. I needed someone to practice Carvalin on." She smiles. "I'll do the heavy lifting. I've struggled on a character. It'd be nice to get a fluent speaker to help out."

She stays (simply?) entertained as the "chef" acts up. She replies back, "Grandpa! How are those waffles? I heard your making junk food again. How many times has it been this month? I'd be malnourished by now if I didn't have a nutrient tank.." Making sure Zaharg notices her signal to follow, she starts a paced toward the kitchen. Stopping outside of it and looking in.
You see a old balding Black man mixing a bowl of waffle batter, wearing a apron reading "should do mire than just kiss thus cook!"over a denim shirt and no pants....though with the man's bionic legs that's reasonable. He speaks up as he hears you walking down the hall.

"Girl, who you calling Gramps!? I still got plenty a Uh-ra left in me!" He bangs his chest as he says this "Here I am making yo (bleep) sum tasty homemade Waffles an you hasslin me bout how they junk? Well you wouldn't know a good waffle if it jumped up an slapped ya outta yo chair!"

He shakes his head. "I had kids less annoying than you!" he chuckles at that last comment.

[Elbeyon]

She loses sight of Zaharg when she enters. "You'd have more Uh-ra if you ate better." She slides up next to him attempting a smooth batter finger steal.

"Alright, alright. You win Gramps. I'll try to find some good waffles, somewhere. I better start looking." Passing through she gave her morning teasing.

In and out, she'll leave him to his work expecting not a half bad breakfast. She'll look around for her escapee.

A list of stolen, named images pops up into her hud overlaying on their flesh and blood counterparts. Farah will go over the pictures in her head while keeping an eye out for Zaharg. She is still getting to know everyone, and her self-made cheat sheets help her out with the crew she doesn't interact with all that much. A pulse on how the crew is forming up isn't too bad either.

Sleight of hand to steal some batter
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Strike: Moved mismatching test into the spoiler.

[hand ax ranger]

"nononono....nonna that toaster nonsense. Waffles taste betta fresh, not flash froze. If you to only got twi minute to cook it, you too (bleep) busy to be eating of too lazy. " he chuckles.

"an for I foget, good morning....Ms. In'am" he says, putting playful sarcasm behind the formal title. "you looking fine today! Where's that runty lizard at? His kind even eat waffles? "

Zaharg pokes his head into the door" over here dark skinned one. And I have tastes the fluffy flatbread you speak of. I think it goes good with the plumpy bird meat. "

Frank points to him. "See!? He agreein with me! Sn I think you mean chickin, to which I agree."

He says nothing about your attempt to swipe some batter. He does however playfully smack your hand with the spoon, then laughs

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim

You awaken to the sounds of beeping on the speaker on the wall. As sleep leaves your eyes the rooms nature rereveils itself to you. It is a hotel room, and thought mildly decorationed it is at least well maintained.

Part of you wonders how in the name of the sun you ended up here, but then again..... You've been asking yourself thst for awhile.

What you recall is that the family business has been taken over by thugs..no...Having thugs and cutthroats in fancy clothes trying to take over the family business. Your father was a fool to put it all on the line, risking Gran Fuosei's great legacy to the hands of such dispicable people. You almost didn't care when he got what was coming to him, when they shot him down after you ran. The sick freaks sent footage of it, just to get to you.

And that's why. Why you're here far from home, hiding in a human colony of all places. But here's where "Dave" had flown you. That's was not his real name of course, but a codename as to keep your Identities hidden. You chose your own code name, he chose Dave.

The beeping continues. It comes from a screen in the wall, identifying that there's a request of someone to speak with you.

[Elbeyon]

"nononono....nonna that toaster nonsense. Waffles taste betta fresh, not flash froze. If you to only got twi minute to cook it, you too (bleep) busy to be eating of too lazy. " he chuckles.

"an for I foget, good morning....Ms. In'am" he says, putting playful sarcasm behind the formal title. "you looking fine today! Where's that runty lizard at? His kind even eat waffles? "

Zaharg pokes his head into the door" over here dark skinned one. And I have tastes the fluffy flatbread you speak of. I think it goes good with the plumpy bird meat. "

Frank points to him. "See!? He agreein with me! Sn I think you mean chickin, to which I agree."

He says nothing about your attempt to swipe some batter. He does however playfully smack your hand with the spoon, then laughs


"True."

If it was anyone else showing her disrespect they'd be starting trouble; however, Frank is something special. A bit of disrespect she can handle. "Morning. Gramps. I know. That's everyday." She wasn't too humble to admit that.

"Yes, it'd seem so." She jokingly gives Zaharg a menacing glance, but catches her own haphazard slip. And, gives herself a warning not to become too friendly with the crew.

She moves into the kitchen to watch the iron. Basically, offering to help out making breakfast, she'll move around aiding Frank."I'm good with a hot cereal most days."

Profession (Cook) Aid Another
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[Pyrite]

Rakoim's eyes dart around at his surroundings, taking the place in. A part of him couldn't believe that he was really staying in a place this... mediocre.

"It is apparently true: The higher they stand, the more impact from the fall," he muttered to himself, pulling himself out of the makeshift nest he had arranged the blankets and pillows from this human hotel bed into.

He took a quick inventory of his few possessions, running a quick diagnostic on each of his devices to make sure they were in working order.

Taking a moment to stretch, flexing his curved body, he looked through the hotel window while he began to pull up the status of his cargo, in storage at the spacedock, as well as the local news so he could glance over the headlines. Then, assuming nothing had come up to distract him, he would move to answer the screen while he scanned through whatever passed for an interstellar commodities exchange in these parts.


"Speak, friend" he said after activating the screen.


[roll]1d20+9]/roll] Knowledge: Current events. Any local news that's likely to affect me.
[roll]1d20+11]/roll] Knowledge: Business. Where can I find the best profit for my cargo?
[roll]1d20+7]/roll] Knowledge: Streetwise. Is it at all likely that the criminals I'm fleeing could have followed me here?

[Pyrite]

[roll0] Knowledge: Current events. Any local news that's likely to affect me.
[roll1] Knowledge: Business. Where can I find the best profit for my cargo?
[roll2] Knowledge: Streetwise. Is it at all likely that the criminals I'm fleeing could have followed me here?

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

You assist Frank in making waffles for the crew. Zaharg helps for awhile, but then speaks.

"Ms. In'am, as much as I eold like to stick around eith you. I might have things to do. That is.....unless you stil need me..."

As the lizard speaks in a slightly nervous tone, a voice speaks from inside the door way. "oh ya....bet your more than happy to assist such a fine lass....."

The voice comes from an thin yet slightly threating Irish looking fellow. You know him as Jack Daniels, though that might just be the name he prefers.
He wears a leather jacket and a driving cap, and points to you as with a teasing grin cross his face.

Rakoim

You go over the news and the information you were concentrating on.

Current events: you hear from the news about the efforts to reestablish control of Zucuil by the D.R.F on Hera 3. Apparently, the tyrannical local government has pushed the freedom fighters back.

Also, a mining colony has apparently gone dark. They seen to be saying that there was some form og rioting amoung the small towns there. Nothing new has been reported except that the rioters have escalated it to....terrible acts....oh wow....those images sure are grusome....

And you recall that this marks a year and a half since the dangerous (supposedly Iigarin) space pirate "Star Predator" has last struck. Perhaps something afoot with that.

Business: (good use if a skill BTW). You recall mention of a highly teched out city on Helios 2 bring in desperate need of replacmet parts after a massive metor shower caused damage to it and the surrounding area. Besides… those crazy tech unions are always willing to buy that stuff off you.

Streetwise: you know for a fact they're after you and while they probably just want to kidnap/take you prisoner, it doesn't seem unlikely they'd be less than willing to make the choice to break your legs and such. That is....if you're right and they're not just going to blast you on sight and send you back in a dog food can......



As you walk to the machine, it suddenly stops working, displaying a "Technical error reported: device malfunction. Await staff to fix."

Then you hear knocking on the door. "Good morniny sir ....this is your wake up call. I was told to bring yourvmiring coffee up for you "

[Pyrite]

As you walk to the machine, it suddenly stops working, displaying a "Technical error reported: device malfunction. Await staff to fix."

Then you hear knocking on the door. "Good morniny sir ....this is your wake up call. I was told to bring yourvmiring coffee up for you "

1d20+5 Sense motive to tell if this is real room service.
1d20+11 Knowledge: Technology. Is this a real error message?





Rakoim looks annoyedly at the screen. What kind of place were they operating here, where they couldn't keep the basic telecomm infrastructure operational? He'd already started to pull up information about this error message to see if he could just fix it himself, when the knocking came from the door.

He quickly pulled up his personal financial software and the hotel's policies, scanning through them with his rapid Iigarin mind. Had he ordered this 'coffee"? He'd heard of the stuff, but had never tried it himself. Was it complimentary?

He tried not to make a sound, moving away from the door and taking a moment to sort things out.

[Pyrite]

[roll0]
[roll1]

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim

You see that the error message, though honest, seems too convenient.

The room service sounds genuine. Too perky for sanity sake, but genuine. You do recall that the coffee was supposedly complementary.

"uhhh..Sir? You okay in there? You need me to call the manager?"

The person on the other side sounds Arabic in decent and like a young man. Generally he don't seem more dangerous than a kitten.

[Elbeyon]

Farah seems to be enjoying herself. It's a simple meal so it's not too interesting to make, but the simple act of working together with Frank boosts up the activity enough. She's mostly be neglecting Zaharg except for a few thoughts on why he's still around.

Oh, right. She moves on to cleaning up her area. Catching Jack as he speaks, "He seems too nervous to be happy." Which was a disappoint. She had heard about him being a fiery techie, but he mostly seemed like a nervous student. Too afraid of the captain to speak. Maybe the disappointment showed.

"We can have our lessons later Zaharg. I'll be taking my meal now." Half-dismissing, half-inviting him. She wipes herself clean, readying to leave, and looks to who will be chatting with/joining her.

[Pyrite]

Rakoim forced himself to breathe regularly. He was getting paranoid, and a quick search revealed that this 'coffee' was the same beverage as the 'java' he'd developed a taste for recently. Yes, a little bit of that caffeine could go a long way right now.

"Sorry, was just coming to my senses. Be there in a moment," he answered, as he went up to the door and opened it, stepping back a little to keep it between him and the hotel servant.

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

You disappointment might be well placed, but only.because this isn't his usual behavior. Around the ship he's s scary and sly witted individual, worthy of fear and respect. It seems to only be when talking to you he gets like this.....

As Frank starts wheeling the cart of waffles to the messhsll, Zaharg looks daggers at Jack. You fairly vsure he's revert to his old self.

"Silence yourself you runty little (bleep)! You asked you to soeak in the first place. If I wasn't sure Ms. In'am would disapprove if me kicking two of the crew (bleeps) to the fto I'd teach you do resoevt for your betters. Now leave my sight, you offend my eyes with your IRA imitating nonsense. "

He to follow you, but start sliding back into his nervous state. "*ahem* Sorry about the rude punk. He might know his way around the darker business, but knows nothing of boundaries.... Might I join you? I've not had breakfast either and you are great to have a conversation with."

Rakoim

He walks in with a cart, a steel coffee pot steaming on a hot plate with a mug next to it. A few assorted pastries sit on a platter along side it. The man leaves the door open but basically blocks it eith his body as he only half steps in.

He looks to you with a quizzed face. "Hi ha.. Oh...your one of those Iigarns right? Haven't seen your kind before... Least not up close. You sounded so fluent u mistook you for human."

He stops, thinking for a second. "not thstvitsva problem... I mean.....didn't mean to offend you or something"

[Pyrite]

Rakoim looked this human over quizzically. He wasn't absolutely certain, but he was pretty sure that this behavior would be regarded as 'rude' even by lax human standards. Certainly his conduct fell far short of the quality expected of Iigarin servants, though he suspected that the field was not quite as respected or honored in human society.

However, he decided it was best not to make waves and call this human out. Probably not a good idea to make this encounter too memorable. He stepped out of the way and let the servant through.

"No offense at all. rather it is a compliment. I know there are some aspects of the 'Iigarin accent' I cannot rid myself of, but I've made a point of learning your language as well as I can." he said, putting on a smile that likely showed too many teeth.

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim looked this human over quizzically. He wasn't absolutely certain, but he was pretty sure that this behavior would be regarded as 'rude' even by lax human standards. Certainly his conduct fell far short of the quality expected of Iigarin servants, though he suspected that the field was not quite as respected or honored in human society.

However, he decided it was best not to make waves and call this human out. Probably not a good idea to make this encounter too memorable. He stepped out of the way and let the servant through.

"No offense at all. rather it is a compliment. I know there are some aspects of the 'Iigarin accent' I cannot rid myself of, but I've made a point of learning your language as well as I can." he said, putting on a smile that likely showed too many teeth.

He offers you a mug of coffee, then speaks.

"I was told to mention that there was someone who called the front desk for you earlier. Something about a business meeting. Not my business, but what you in town for?"

[Pyrite]

The Iigarin takes the coffee, sniffing at it, then taking a sip.

"My business, as you say in your language, is business. I am here to work out a kind of... import/export deal. Speaking of, if there is a call that came in for me I had better get ready and head down to the front desk to get the details. Thank you for the coffee."

He passes his card-computer over the cart's credit scanner and leaves him a token tip, definitley less than he would normally leave. This caused him to grimace at the state of his bank account. He wasn't sure what this 'business meeting' was about, but he hoped it would be the first step on resituating himself financially.



Would I be able to tip him, or do I literally have no money right now?

[Elbeyon]

She'll join frank on the exit and tap Jack's shoulder as she goes through "Try to avoid too much trouble this morning. You'll be on call today. You'd be doing me a disservice if you're laid up somewhere out of touch."

A look passes in frank's direction before Farah gives her full attention to Zaharg. "Eh, I'll think on him. Don't worry about it."

Bits of comparable earlier enthusiasm leak into her face. Excited and judging, "You swore me a conversation. You better not have thought of trying to back out."

And, a spike of annoyance has her disciplining him. "And, Shut the (bleeping) flattery down. I don't want nor need any lip service. I get enough of that from other people."

They clear the door to the mess hall. "So, why don't we get to practicing? I've struggling to enunciate my pronouns. Some are tongue twisters..."

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

You have Zaharg follow you to breakfast. He sits and attempts to teach you a bit of his language, along with any questions you might ask if his culture or race and such.
go ahead and put those questions i n the next post if you have them.
He seems to o be less nervous now, but still seems....different...around you.

Rakoim

"Oh well then, I'll leave you to your morning routine. Take care sir."

He pulls the cart out of the doorway. Yiu are left to your own devices. What do you do?

[Elbeyon]

Pyrite's character's name got left out of that last post. :smallamused:

Sounds good. She'll ask him about the whole respect (well, maybe a brief overview. She doesn't have all day.) deal with their culture. He gave her a sign of respect and it seems important. The direction will go towards relationships. Work ones mostly. Asking how carivalin expect to be treated. At least "normal" carivalin not in the muddy business that they take part in.

[hand ax ranger]

Pyrite's character's name got left out of that last post. :smallamused:

Sounds good. She'll ask him about the whole respect (well, maybe a brief overview. She doesn't have all day.) deal with their culture. He gave her a sign of respect and it seems important. The direction will go towards relationships. Work ones mostly. Asking how carivalin expect to be treated. At least "normal" carivalin not in the muddy business that they take part in.

XD

I fixed it

Any how......

Zaharg answers your questions.

"Well as far as my people, we're hunters and gatherers by tradition. We really are nuchbto complain as long as we're tooken care of and treated justly. Most of the work given to my kind is mercenary or free lance in nature anyhow.

As far as respect, its earned nit given. Humans might give resoectbti celebrities and such cheaply! But we don't."

Now if I may, I have some questions of my own. Like...

He look to hid waffles, somewhat avoiding eye contact.

"…whst this I hear about you seeing a space ranger? Isn't that....kind of dangerous?"

[Pyrite]

Rakoim watched the human until the door was closed, sipping at his coffee. Once he was gone, he headed to the hotel bathroom while quickly finishing the cup. Going through his normal morning ablutions, he did a bit more research on Helios 2 and the Helios system in general, looking into what sort of problems he might encounter in such a business deal.

Once he was done washing and lotioning his hide, and trimming his nails, he got dressed in his business attire and made his way to the front desk. Assuming he gets there without further interruption, he would say "Ah, hello proprietor." he would give them his room number and say "A call came in at the terminal in my room, but there appears to have been some kind of network failure that caused it to fail to connect. I was told by the room servant that it was about a business meeting of some kind. Did you take a message for me?"

Meanwhile he rapidly went through the possibilities: Who could have tried to call him, at this place of all places? How did someone know where he was staying? Surely there weren't so few Iigarins on this colony that his presence would be instantly noted, were there?


[roll0] Knowledge: Current events. What's going on in the Helios system right now.

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim watched the human until the door was closed, sipping at his coffee. Once he was gone, he headed to the hotel bathroom while quickly finishing the cup. Going through his normal morning ablutions, he did a bit more research on Helios 2 and the Helios system in general, looking into what sort of problems he might encounter in such a business deal.

Once he was done washing and lotioning his hide, and trimming his nails, he got dressed in his business attire and made his way to the front desk. Assuming he gets there without further interruption, he would say "Ah, hello proprietor." he would give them his room number and say "A call came in at the terminal in my room, but there appears to have been some kind of network failure that caused it to fail to connect. I was told by the room servant that it was about a business meeting of some kind. Did you take a message for me?"

Meanwhile he rapidly went through the possibilities: Who could have tried to call him, at this place of all places? How did someone know where he was staying? Surely there weren't so few Iigarins on this colony that his presence would be instantly noted, were there?


[roll0] Knowledge: Current events. What's going on in the Helios system right now.


Nice job on thst roller

You know that its only mainly used for resources collection, though small towns adirn msby of the settled planets.

Heilod 1 and 3 are mostly fuel collecting planets, while 2 happens to be for Irin collection, as well as lumbe. Helios 4 and 6 are gas giants, and 5 was turned to a military asset by the local faction, The Heiloid federation (a human faction, though they welcome most every race)

As far as news, nothing has come out on that planet's current state. Supposedly they're going to send military personnel to the surface, But they still estimate a lot if repairs nesssary.

You get to the front desk, where a woman is typing at a computer. She looks you as you speak.

"Yes a man called for you earlier. Though I think he's waiting for you in the dining lounge. And old man....well....sort of..... He said he wanted to soeak to you by name. Suggested you needed not worry, he's not what your thinking. Whatever that meant. " she direct you to the dining lounge, and wishes you luck in your endeavors.

[Elbeyon]

She munches part of a waffle off her fork. "Mostly business." Lies. Who the (beep) started spreading this around the ship? She was careful enough. Was it Jack? That underworld filth. She'll show him something fierce.

How much does Zaharg know? She gives him a purposeful, noticeable smirk before taking another bite. "I'd say so. It's good to know the right people. A little danger can prevent a whole lot of it."

Bluff
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[hand ax ranger]

She munches part of a waffle off her fork. "Mostly business." Lies. Who the (beep) started spreading this around the ship? She was careful enough. Was it Jack? That underworld filth. She'll show him something fierce.

How much does Zaharg know? She gives him a purposeful, noticeable smirk before taking another bite. "I'd say so. It's good to know the right people. A little danger can prevent a whole lot of it."

Bluff
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Zaharg goes slightybred in the face. "Uhh...right...sorry I heard it from somewhere... Don't honestly recall where....anyway..uhh....you know what we're doing for this next job?"

He somewhat figtits with his fork. He laughs a bit then continues eating. It doesn't seem that anyone in the messhall heard you two, but Murto is walking back in and stares at Zaharg before taking a plate and getting some waffles himself.

[Elbeyon]

"Hold up. Whose talking about my business?"

She gives Muto a greeting head raise when he looks their way.

Can I get a physical description of Zaharg? I know his race is suppose to be ugly (and I know the basic looks of his race: humanoid lizards) and Zaharg looks creepy in some way.

[Pyrite]

Rakoim huffed in annoyance at the continual shuffling back and forth he was being asked to do this morning, and nodded. "Very well. Thank you for conveying the message."

As he went through to the dining lounge he steeled himself. This person apparently had tracked him down and knew his situation, knew what concerns he would obviously have. He clearly had to be a human, or else the front desk person would have mentioned it.

Well, I may as well face up to the task, he thought. To simply check out of the hotel and leave would be terribly undignified, and besides that someone this competent would be unlikely to be shaken off so easily.

Strolling through the dining lounge, scanning the faces assembled there for this 'old' person who had requested to meet with him, Rakoim suppressed the urge to finger the laser pistol holstered at his side and instead merely allowed himself to be reassured by the weight of it.

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

Murto walks over, shooting a glace to Zaharg. He swaps to Derikiric, only to have you nit respond.

"Iigarn then...now how might I help....exuse me......Zaharg don't you have a machine to go molest or something, the lady would actually like a decent conversation. One without tripping over one's tounge."

Zaharg snaps at him, again showing his firce nature towards the deriki. "Mind your treacherous mouth, chitin hide. You want a repeat off earlier?"

Murto doed not back down. "Oh that lucky shot!? Please..even you would not get lucky enough to do that again!"

They stare each other down. You sure they're about to start yet another fight. This…is not good.

Rakoim

You need not look for long as your eyes fall upon a well kept white hair man sitting in the very back, almost as if you knew where to look. He waves you toward him, a table already set with food.

You don't know why.....but you feel...safe.

[Pyrite]

Rakoim walks over to the table, looking the man up and down before he took his seat. "I take it you are the person who has asked to speak with me?"

He took his seat, and leaned over the table, extending a hand in the human 'handshake' gesture. "You clearly have me at a disadvantage, friend. You seem to know not only my name, but my situation as well. I will need the situation of information to be more even between us before we begin to discuss business. Who are you, who do you represent, and why are you so interested in me?"

He maintained steady eye contact with the man as he laid out this line of questioning.

[Elbeyon]

The glance doesn't go unnoticed. A deriki's pride had been injured. It wasn't going to be pleasant change. A few words and they were already at it. Annoyed, she speaks up, "Stop beating each other off already. You've gone down on each other enough today."

She sets her fork down then pushes her plate off to the side. Giving Zaharg a disproving look she tells him, "You had your meal, Zaharg." Her head jerks toward a door. "Get out of here. We can finish talk later."

After her command she'll stare up at Murto and put her hand to his chest, feigning to hold the deriki back. "You can stay and talk." As if scolding a child, "Get your meal without fighting anyone."

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim walks over to the table, looking the man up and down before he took his seat. "I take it you are the person who has asked to speak with me?"

He took his seat, and leaned over the table, extending a hand in the human 'handshake' gesture. "You clearly have me at a disadvantage, friend. You seem to know not only my name, but my situation as well. I will need the situation of information to be more even between us before we begin to discuss business. Who are you, who do you represent, and why are you so interested in me?"

He maintained steady eye contact with the man as he laid out this line of questioning.

He looks to be a man if 70 or something, but oddly fit for such. His well built frame is well seen behind a blue pinstrip suit and red vest. His white hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and almost unnatural green eyes state back, almost as if he's observing your soul.

He lets you finish your piece, then in a cheery French accent he answers. "Yes I know your Mr. Rakoim Zrukal, of the fancy pantsy tech company. You don't need to be so scared though, least of me. Eat, drink, enjoy yourself! Because this place is going to get lit up fairly soon!'

Before you can even start to ask what that meams he hands you a cup off coffee and continues. "Sooo yes I do in fact have a proposition for you, and you'll like it I do believe as it involves you not dying AND regaining control of your granny's company! I assume you'll accept, so I'll let you get out your questions and such before I continue...." he says, bowing a bit before taking a bite of s delicious looking steak.

[hand ax ranger]

The glance doesn't go unnoticed. A deriki's pride had been injured. It wasn't going to be pleasant change. A few words and they were already at it. Annoyed, she speaks up, "Stop beating each other off already. You've gone down on each other enough today."

She sets her fork down then pushes her plate off to the side. Giving Zaharg a disproving look she tells him, "You had your meal, Zaharg." Her head jerks toward a door. "Get out of here. We can finish talk later."

After her command she'll stare up at Murto and put her hand to his chest, feigning to hold the deriki back. "You can stay and talk." As if scolding a child, "Get your meal without fighting anyone."

Murto evily grins at Zaharg. "ivebyet to REALLY G
get him..."

Zaharg gets up and leaves "Don't even startbthag (bleep)! You wouldn't have that chance. Ever."
He walks away angrily, now showing his true nature.

Murto shows his plate. "Already tooken care of captain. Now what you want to speak with me about? And whats with dragging him around? You toying with him for something?"

[Elbeyon]

She moves her hand back, but keeps her eyes on him.

Putting the whole pissing contest out of mind she gets down to business. "Where's Jack? You know what he wants? I saw him earlier but was busy."

[hand ax ranger]

She moves her hand back, but keeps her eyes on him.

Putting the whole pissing contest out of mind she gets down to business. "Where's Jack? You know what he wants? I saw him earlier but was busy."

He starts eating. "yeah I saw him. He even told me somethings. But first.....answer my question if you'd kindly. "

Cora enters the room. The bot sits next to your seat, waiting to react to things.

[Elbeyon]

She bends over and grabs the little scooter and places it on the table to play with it. Like it was an animal of some kind she gives it a pet.

"Nothing wrong with me trying to get to know the crew better. Show em a bit of the captain. Why you asking?"

First it's Zaharg trying to get dirt on me. Now Murto is sniffing around.

Theories and a conclusion come to mind. Like she just dug up some dark, hidden secret a wide grin appears. "You're not honestly interested in Zaharg are you? A secret love stoked by hate." Now she's awaiting an answer of her own.

[hand ax ranger]

She bends over and grabs the little scooter and places it on the table to play with it. Like it was an animal of some kind she gives it a pet.

"Nothing wrong with me trying to get to know the crew better. Show em a bit of the captain. Why you asking?"

First it's Zaharg trying to get dirt on me. Now Murto is sniffing around.

Theories and a conclusion come to mind. Like she just dug up some dark, hidden secret a wide grin appears. "You're not honestly interested in Zaharg are you? A secret love stoked by hate." Now she's awaiting an answer of her own.

He laughs heartily. "Well eeingg as you probably know about us Deriki I assumed you might think that...and if things were different... Yeah I might. But I'm not interested in him. You on the other hand.....well your (bleep)ing hot. Sorry I I was prodding too deep. Your reasons are your own. But you know....if you wanted....."

[Elbeyon]

She taps Cora a couple of times, thinking. "I said the same thing about myself just this morning." She jokes.

This whole conversation would be a taken as a joke if it wasn't a Deriki saying it. An awkward pause might already be leading him to the answer. "Sorry. I'm not really looking for a relationship now. Nothing wrong with you. You might even be my type." She scans around embarrassed at the situation. "I just got the crew. I don't know them or you, really. I'll not have the crew hear of me dropping my drawers to the first man who offers a ride. My reputation can't handle another disappointment." The background noise fades away as she focuses on him.

[Pyrite]

He looks to be a man if 70 or something, but oddly fit for such. His well built frame is well seen behind a blue pinstrip suit and red vest. His white hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and almost unnatural green eyes state back, almost as if he's observing your soul.

He lets you finish your piece, then in a cheery French accent he answers. "Yes I know your Mr. Rakoim Zrukal, of the fancy pantsy tech company. You don't need to be so scared though, least of me. Eat, drink, enjoy yourself! Because this place is going to get lit up fairly soon!'

Before you can even start to ask what that meams he hands you a cup off coffee and continues. "Sooo yes I do in fact have a proposition for you, and you'll like it I do believe as it involves you not dying AND regaining control of your granny's company! I assume you'll accept, so I'll let you get out your questions and such before I continue...." he says, bowing a bit before taking a bite of s delicious looking steak.

Rakoim narrows his eyes. letting out an annoyed breath. He takes a large drink of the coffee and then sets it down, going to the meal in front of him.

"Do I need to repeat myself? Who are you, who do you represent, why do you care what happens to me, and what exactly are you saying is about to happen here?"

His other hand now clutches his laser pistol under the table, as he wishes he hadn't kept delaying the range time he'd always intended to put in with it.



[roll0] Sense Motive to read the man

[roll1]Perception to notice an attack before it comes

[roll2]Pre-rolling intitiative if it becomes relevant.

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

Murto shrugs. "fair enough. I'm not in to...how do you humans say it..." Kiss and tell".... It just seems unprofessional. That said, I doubt I would disappoint." he says, winking.

"But now I can't help but think you have no clue what I'm talking about..... Are you really unaware of Zaharg's less than smooth behavior around you?"

Cora interjects. "uh.....you deriki confuse me....always trying to be clever. She's not interested! Go take your male deriki organs and stimulate them untill you urges stop!"

Murto looks confused at you.

"did it just tell me to go (bleep) myself?"

Cora proceeds with its robo rant. "Now moving on...could you kindly tell us what Jack told you? Falah is stressed enough from that bad dream. I told her she should of had the one with the ponies or the one with the naked woman (OOC: it blurts this our before you can stop it.) But she doesn't listen"

Murto is left speakless from the robots lack of punch pulling. No one else seems to have heard that, but you now Murto has. After a few seconds he snickers then grins.

Rakoim

He sighs. "oh you won't need that yet.

He drinks from a glass of milk, then answers your questions with great enthusiasm.

"No I can hear you fine but thank for the thought..... As far as me, just call me Mr. Bulti. I don't feel you need to know my....associates...because it's me myself and I that's helping you! Im interested in your ambition becasue it seems noble while sounds fraught with perial and like it'd be a hell of a ride! Honor and vengeance, love and lust, death and hatred. Like the good old days!!

He laughs."h and they're going to come and shoot at you soon. I think."

[Elbeyon]

Enough. Farah mentally forces Cora to stop speaking through their robolink. A whole slew of emotions spinning through her. Embarrassment being the primary feeling, but it's not the one that shows. She tweaks her face to display indifference despite dying on the inside.

"It seems our conversation has outgrown the area." Cora gets moved to the floor and Farah starts to get up. "Cora can carry your food or dispose of it." Food isn't suppose to be consumed outside of designated areas because of the danger crumbs pose if the ship were to lose gravity, but she's the captain. Rules are meant to be bent once in a while. "We'll move to my lab." If it could even be called that. It's mostly an empty room that she plans to build up when she gets the equipment. She's more than ready to leave.

[hand ax ranger]

Enough. Farah mentally forces Cora to stop speaking through their robolink. A whole slew of emotions spinning through her. Embarrassment being the primary feeling, but it's not the one that shows. She tweaks her face to display indifference despite dying on the inside.

"It seems our conversation has outgrown the area." Cora gets moved to the floor and Farah starts to get up. "Cora can carry your food or dispose of it." Food isn't suppose to be consumed outside of designated areas because of the danger crumbs pose if the ship were to lose gravity, but she's the captain. Rules are meant to be bent once in a while. "We'll move to my lab." If it could even be called that. It's mostly an empty room that she plans to build up when she gets the equipment. She's more than ready to leave.

Murto hands the remains of his meal to Cora, then follows you to your lab.

You arrive in your lab. Through good connections, you've been able to obtain all the basics, but it's still a work in progress. A few tables for the room, and a ioertiing bed sits in the center.

"well....you sure know how to decorate...... Now what's....."

[Elbeyon]

The security takes a bit of fiddling, but the room opens after a few measures. She'll show him in and close the door behind her.

Every room might get explored in a couple of hours at this rate. At least she'd be able to call her morning exercise finished if she does.

First, she'll unblock Cora. Bossing her around to such an extent always seemed abusive to the undeveloped/developing robot. She preferred to let it go unbridled and scowl it verbally. She moves the plate off of Cora. "Sorry about that." She picks her up. "Let's try to keep my more vivid dreams between the two of us. Anything that increases my heart or dopamine outside of normal parameters. You embarrassed me." She sends a short blip of her sensory readings. "I know normally it'd take a bit more than that. Try to being careful."

She let's her natural gestures take over, folding her arms Cora, and speaks to the deriki, "We can speak freely here."

The room isn't a finish product. Adding a quick retort, "I'm still setting up."

"I wasn't prepared to have any more of that... conversation in public. Especially with Cora talking about one of my sex dreams."

"I know Zaharg is digging through my history."

[hand ax ranger]

The security takes a bit of fiddling, but the room opens after a few measures. She'll show him in and close the door behind her.

Every room might get explored in a couple of hours at this rate. At least she'd be able to call her morning exercise finished if she does.

First, she'll unblock Cora. Bossing her around to such an extent always seemed abusive to the undeveloped/developing robot. She preferred to let it go unbridled and scowl it verbally. She moves the plate off of Cora. "Sorry about that." She picks her up. "Let's try to keep my more vivid dreams between the two of us. Anything that increases my heart or dopamine outside of normal parameters. You embarrassed me." She sends a short blip of her sensory readings. "I know normally it'd take a bit more than that. Try to being careful."

She let's her natural gestures take over, folding her arms Cora, and speaks to the deriki, "We can speak freely here."

The room isn't a finish product. Adding a quick retort, "I'm still setting up."

"I wasn't prepared to have any more of that... conversation in public. Especially with Cora talking about one of my sex dreams."

"I know Zaharg is digging through my history."

He stand there and starts laughing, but then starts to actually consider it. "well I guess that would depend on how much he already knows. I know he has past in the more shadier sides of war, but I don't recall him being that type. I do believe I know something on him though, as pertaining to you. I do believe that he wants you. Quite badly."

Cora buzzes in. "So Zaharg's weird behavior is caused by him desire for her in a physical sense.....I swear, this (bleep)ing thing must be spectacular for all you people to talk about it this much."

The machine sits motionless for a second.

Murto contunues. "...anyway.... Yes he seems to have a crush or something on you. After the first fight, when he first you, he started getting his head stuck in the clouds, especially after seeing you. I made a joke about him.....well lets spare the details.... And he came at me."

He sighs then shakes his head. "I might not like him or his kind, but even I feel bad for him. Getting all worked up by the nice hot captain and not sure if he can even act on it let alone convince you to give him a chance. If it weren't so sad, I'd laugh."

He ponders for a second. "ah (bleep)! I'll lsugh anyhow!" he bursts out laughing.

[Elbeyon]

Cora gets a pat for the comment.

He laughs. She has a troubled frown on her face. "Oh, (beep)ing great."

She's not really sure what to do. She's half tempted to beat the both of them for going after the captain, but she's not that much of a hardass to beat them for that. She'll let Murto laugh it out.

"So, he likes me? You like me? Were you teasing him about me when you feel the same or were you trying to get after him through me?"

[hand ax ranger]

Cora gets a pat for the comment.

He laughs. She has a troubled frown on her face. "Oh, (beep)ing great."

She's not really sure what to do. She's half tempted to beat the both of them for going after the captain, but she's not that much of a hardass to beat them that. She'll let Murto laugh it out.

"So, he likes me? You like me? Were you teasing him about me when you feel the same or were you trying to get after him through me?"

After finally obtaining his composure he answers you. "yeah he's very into you I think. Me, I'd (bleep) with hardly a thought. But him. Oh he seems willing to become your boytoy or something like that. You're he only one he acts like that around. Me and him...."

He thinks, then sighs. "Yeah...I could see it. Wasn't trying anything to get him though, but I could see me....and him......and you...."

And... His mind gets stuck in the gutter. The Deriki might be good warriors and such, but they can get rowdy if left unchecked.

Cora simply sits there, saying nothing.

He returns to reality. "but yes. I was kind of teasing him about you I will confess that much. Again though, your hot! I really thought at first he's busy doing what...but he seems more into you than most would. I'm not sure why though."

A thought enters his mind. "... But I do know weren't here....alone.....away from prying eyes...perhaps we might act on that." he muses

[Elbeyon]

Plainly telling him, "Try harder to entertain yourself with Zaharg alone."

She keeps hugging Cora.

"I only got his side of the story. He said the fight was over some bad history. I can see a reason for lying if he likes me."

The type of grin he'd give her she returns to him. "Let me know how it goes between Zaharg and you." She winks. "You can make it work."

"While your thinking up a plan. What'd Jack want to talk about?." A hand raises to her face. "The days just started and I'm already so drained."

[Pyrite]

Rakoim

He sighs. "oh you won't need that yet.

He drinks from a glass of milk, then answers your questions with great enthusiasm.

"No I can hear you fine but thank for the thought..... As far as me, just call me Mr. Bulti. I don't feel you need to know my....associates...because it's me myself and I that's helping you! Im interested in your ambition becasue it seems noble while sounds fraught with perial and like it'd be a hell of a ride! Honor and vengeance, love and lust, death and hatred. Like the good old days!!

He laughs."h and they're going to come and shoot at you soon. I think."

"I had heard that humans grow insane in their old age, but I had no idea it was this bad." He took another slug of his coffee. "You may as well say whatever it is you are here to say, because there is no point in my participating in this conversation if you intend to deal with me like I am a child, and apparently do not respect me enough to offer me the truth." He leaned back, scanning the windows and feeling aggravated with this situation.

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

He sighs. " I don't think he'd be willing to. Other than the fact we have the whole racial fued thing, I think that he doesn't go that way. But....I'll try anyhow. And my offer still stands."

He straightens himself out and continues. "Jack said we're running protection for this Iigarin guy. Some tech company hrur or some (bleep) like that. If ibrecsll its not the law chasing him, but some criminal rings. That's all I recall. I'd suggest you get to Jack if you need more info, cause I don't know know anything else and I'm going to find me a pretty one to go work this on."he leaves you and Cora alone in the lab.

Rakoim

"Aw well that's a shame. I didn't mean to make you feel unrespected. I've see you have great potential, and thought you might be a little less....oh what's the word.....paranoid."

He pulls a luggage bag from beneath the table. He sets it next to you. "Now however this ends that's yours, No question asked. Now are you going to calm down, or act like a (bleep) and shake in your chair?" he says, unflinching and indifferently.

[Pyrite]

Rakoim

"Aw well that's a shame. I didn't mean to make you feel unrespected. I've see you have great potential, and thought you might be a little less....oh what's the word.....paranoid."

He pulls a luggage bag from beneath the table. He sets it next to you. "Now however this ends that's yours, No question asked. Now are you going to calm down, or act like a (bleep) and shake in your chair?" he says, unflinching and indifferently.

"I understand that you may have some difficulty reading my expressions, 'Mr. Bulti', but I assure you that my reaction to you is not paranoia, this is irritation. You are not treating me like an equal business partner. If it were not for the stakes in my present situation, I would have walked away already in protest of the disrespect that you have shown me and continue to show me. It seems clear that you are uninterested in an equal exchange, but would rather dictate terms. If I found that kind of relationship acceptable, I wouldn't be here."

He looks the man in the eyes, glowering.

"I am calm. I am listening. If you can manage to curb your repeated condescension that status will continue. Otherwise I am going to leave."

[hand ax ranger]

"I understand that you may have some difficulty reading my expressions, 'Mr. Bulti', but I assure you that my reaction to you is not paranoia, this is irritation. You are not treating me like an equal business partner. If it were not for the stakes in my present situation, I would have walked away already in protest of the disrespect that you have shown me and continue to show me. It seems clear that you are uninterested in an equal exchange, but would rather dictate terms. If I found that kind of relationship acceptable, I wouldn't be here."

He looks the man in the eyes, glowering.

"I am calm. I am listening. If you can manage to curb your repeated condescension that status will continue. Otherwise I am going to leave."

He looks you in the eye, then shakes his head chuckling. "I was right about you." he says, voice going to a more Sicilian accent. "You are your Granny's boy. Sorry if I been most annoying to you, but I had to be sure. Plus....there was a bet, which I have now won."

He pulls a smooth metallic rod from his suit, setting it on the table. He then pulls a pipe from the same place and hands it to you. "a gift to you, for speaking your mind" he pulls another out from the same place, lights a match, then smokes it.

The pipe appears to be a small peace pipe lokking thing made of swirling metal, and is colored with green, blue, violet and yellow in an almost tie dye fashion. It seems like something a hippie might use, yet it seems off some how....

"so lets have you speak your mind"

[Elbeyon]

The floor catches her on the way down. "What a odd way to start the day." She lets out a sigh and puts Cora down at her feet and stares at it.

"What do think about what happened this morning? What do you think about Zaharg and Murto?"

Cora always spiked her interest in a lot of ways, but how it processed events and interrupted them was a particularly fun one. A glimpse into the chaotic part of it that wasn't always intuitive when she was experimenting on Cora.

She takes another slow breath and releases it. "Cora. I need to unpack and decompress."

"Weird dream." The plate in her arm can still remembers that one. She skims the notes in her database. "The theme kind of reminds me about that dream I had after I ran into those purist. That was a really crappy day... not just weird."

A grunt escapes in frustration. "I made things so awkward. (Beep) my pure maiden heart. I was expecting scum. Instead I got sappy feels from prominent crew members. Woman, I should have blitzkrieg them with stern a no. Nope, I went exploring. What a (beep)ing mistake.

Oh, Zaharg... What a sweetheart. He'd rot my brain.

Murto... Why'd I even give him a thought. I try not to judge on someone's chemistry, but what a Deriki response. It's not like he's shown any interest in me previously. I should have known it was all about sex." She shakes her head.

"What rookie mistakes. It's part of learning, unfortunately."

[Pyrite]

He looks you in the eye, then shakes his head chuckling. "I was right about you." he says, voice going to a more Sicilian accent. "You are your Granny's boy. Sorry if I been most annoying to you, but I had to be sure. Plus....there was a bet, which I have now won."

He pulls a smooth metallic rod from his suit, setting it on the table. He then pulls a pipe from the same place and hands it to you. "a gift to you, for speaking your mind" he pulls another out from the same place, lights a match, then smokes it.

The pipe appears to be a small peace pipe lokking thing made of swirling metal, and is colored with green, blue, violet and yellow in an almost tie dye fashion. It seems like something a hippie might use, yet it seems off some how....

"so lets have you speak your mind"

Rakoim examines the pipe, somewhat shocked by the sudden turn the conversation has taken. After a moment, he turns back to the man in front of him. "Did you know my grandmother?" he asks.


New sense motive check for the change in attitude:
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[hand ax ranger]

Falah

Cora simply reads off her opinion.

"I think this morning was most strange. It seems like there's a lot of chemicals running though people's heads. Zaharg's seems odd, with all his nervous ticks. Hesgot something wrong with him. you should put the poor guy out of the misery of whatever disease has got him acting like that.

Murto is not out of line I think. Sure he's rude, but Jack once told me thst Derki don't have an off switch, just multiple degrees of on. I think he likes you too, its just hr never thought he'd have a chance either. He might have just been teasing himself.

Not sure why your complaining though. Most of these crewmen are scum. Why is a few good people a bad thing? I guess I don't understand it all fully."

Rakoim


He seems to have merely drooped an act. Now he's coming across as much more serious. All feels calm...yet odd.

My. Buliti nods. "You could say that in a sense..though I knew your father better by coincidence. But that's a re for another time....for now we've got work to discuss. Now I've hired some rouges... Different ones from the ones who hunt you I assure you....you protect you. You should be able to start your operations from there, as well as stst relatively safe. But to where I....as well as more than you know....benefit. You must find me an item. I have no clue where the man who has it has gone, but I have an idea where you should start looking. It's return to my hands will highly benefit your goal to regain your company, and judt might suckerpunch the faces of some of those high class crooks that stole your grannys company." he stops, assuming you have things to say.

[Pyrite]

Rakoim nods, his fingers exploring the length of the pipe. "The only way I can trust anyone is by knowing their motives. I need to know who you are, and why you want this item. If I don't know your true goals, I cannot know whether you will betray me at some stage in your plan, or whether I am more useful to you alive rather than dead." He picked a bit of the herb out of the pipe and spun it between his fingers, sniffing at it.

"And what exactly are you offering me in exchange for its return?"

[Elbeyon]

She listens through till Cora starts talking about her. "Hey!" Her foot gently taps Cora. "You're suppose to be on my side." An intense fit of laughter seems to grip her as she tries to hold the leaks back. Soon she's laughing uncontrollable. It's a minute or two before she's able to choke out words, "Talking about stressors is cathartic. It's a way for me to analyze events as well."

"Who said they were good people? No such thing as a good person. Only naive." She playfully taps Cora and request calls for Jack's location.

Feel free to have Cora and Farah talk some more or zip her over to jack.

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim nods, his fingers exploring the length of the pipe. "The only way I can trust anyone is by knowing their motives. I need to know who you are, and why you want this item. If I don't know your true goals, I cannot know whether you will betray me at some stage in your plan, or whether I am more useful to you alive rather than dead." He picked a bit of the herb out of the pipe and spun it between his fingers, sniffing at it.

"And what exactly are you offering me in exchange for its return?"

" first off....that's just Tobbaco. Normal old homegrown Tobacco. Not that toxic, highly addictive (bleep) the (bleep) cigarette companies sell."

He leans back in his seat, debating how to answer. "I won't tell you who I am, and as snooty as it sounds you haven't earned that privilege.....least not yet. It would however he extremely rude to leave you completely in the dark, so i'll say I'm big in the business of drink, love and other fancies."
He leans forward, looking you in the eye.

"I WILL tell you the rest however, as I do inheritedly believe you will be responsible and trust worth with that info. The item in question is valued to me for a number of reasons. It has traits that make it most advantageous to one such as you, especially in my hands. I desire it not fall into my...rivals....hands as that would be very bad for more than you know. It's shiny, its mine and I want it back.

As for trust... Well how do I know you won't try to screaw ME over? I don't... Not really....but I do think you are a proper businessman....lizard...whatever. I give you my word, and anything else would be shallow. Besides… you're not a bad guy, just desperate."

He brings up a suit case. ".....and this..." He opens the suitcase, showing piles and piles of Credit tags. "...is just the pay in advance." He grins.

tags are to credits as bills are to dollars

[hand ax ranger]

She listens through till Cora starts talking about her. "Hey!" Her foot gently taps Cora. "You're suppose to be on my side." An intense fit of laughter seems to grip her as she tries to hold the leaks back. Soon she's laughing uncontrollable. It's a minute or two before she's able to choke out words, "Talking about stressors is cathartic. It's a way for me to analyze events as well."

"Who said they were good people? No such thing as a good person. Only naive." She playfully taps Cora and request calls for Jack's location.

Feel free to have Cora and Farah talk some more or zip her over to jack.

Cora simply answers you. "Jack? I think he might be in his room or something. I'm not exactly sure what he dies here other than keep track of offers and play the smooth talking Irish. Let's go see.."

It starts zooming, heading into the door, then banging repetitively against it.

It stops. It Minges excerpts from films and such to firm a message:
"Doors.....my mortal enemies.... We meet again...."

[Elbeyon]

Farah chuckles. She options to the door for the two and starts on her way to Jack's room.

She'll bang on it. "Hey. Jack!"

[hand ax ranger]

Farah chuckles. She options to the door for the two and starts on her way to Jack's room.

She'll bang on it. "Hey. Jack!"

(Ooc: sorry but I have scene for between point A and B.)

As you and Cora head to Jack's room, you see Zaharg walking down the hall with a box of what looks like scrap metal. He see's you, unable to take his eyes off you, though his heads stays facing forward. However, he apparently misses as a piece falls out and hits the ground behind him.

"Morning....Captain....."

[Elbeyon]

(OoC: No problem! Feel free to interrupt my posts in the future. Makes the world more alive. :) )

She gives him a nod while passing. "Morning."

Whatever he dropped she'll pick up, look it over, and say, "You don't this."

[hand ax ranger]

(OoC: No problem! Feel free to interrupt my posts in the future. Makes the world more alive. :) )

She gives him a nod while passing. "Morning."

Whatever he dropped she'll pick up, look it over, and say, "You don't this."
(Ooc: appreciate you being a good sport. I'll try to not have to...... But it'd help if you don't always assume you will get straight to point B without stuff happening.)
He looks back. "oh...uh thanks..." he lowers the box to make it easier to drop in. He's still a tad nervous, but not as much as before. A pair of goggles sit on his head, a psirbyou know has function as both eye protection and HUD.

"you looking for Jack by the way? "

[Elbeyon]

(OoC: Aye. I was just trying to speed things up a bit.)

"Yeah. You know were I could find him?"

[hand ax ranger]

(OoC: Aye. I was just trying to speed things up a bit.)

"Yeah. You know were I could find him?"

"Yeah. He's hanf with me in my quarters. Helping me with my work for free beer and borrowed films. Follow me. I'll take you to him.

He continues walking towards his living quarters, and Cora looks back to see you both walking the other way. It quotes a line from Harrison Ford.

" ....I got a bad feeling about this......"

[Elbeyon]

She quirks an eyebrow. "Is that all you're dealing?"

"You know. If you ever need a hand with your gadgets send me a message. If I'm not busy I could lend a you some time....

Don't read into that. Tinkering is just something I enjoy.."

[hand ax ranger]

She quirks an eyebrow. "Is that all you're dealing?"

"You know. If you ever need a hand with your gadgets send me a message. If I'm not busy I could lend a you some time....

Don't read into that. Tinkering is just something I enjoy.."

He grins nervously. "that would be great! Though...uh....I'm not sure I know what your talking about.... "

He keeps going, seemingly enjoying your company. "Sooo...Jack.....he's the connections guy right? Er....been here awhile, least as long as I have."

[Elbeyon]

(OoC: Sorry about the slow reply D:. I guess were' still working on a post format. Do you prefer shorter strings like this?)

"Great." She playfully slaps him on the back and gives him a genuine smile. A fellow techie has been found.

"He's a connections guy. Pretty decent truth be told, but I wouldn't tell him that. It'd go to his head."

[hand ax ranger]

(OoC: Sorry about the slow reply D:. I guess were' still working on a post format. Do you prefer shorter strings like this?)

"Great." She playfully slaps him on the back and gives him a genuine smile. A fellow techie has been found.

"He's a connections guy. Pretty decent truth be told, but I wouldn't tell him that. It'd go to his head."

(Ooc: it varies.. Usally I like doing somewhere in between. Keeping things descriptive is my preferred style.)

He smiles at your playful demeanor. " I wouldn't. He full of himself as is..it gets obnoxious.."


You see him twich at that as his eyes narrow slightly... A slight "mmmm" escapes his lips. He seems to have enjoyed that more than he let's on.

He leads you to his "quarters", which is really just one of the bigger rooms containing some bedroom basics and tons of tools, gadgets, and other items of that type.

The most impressive if these is on the rigging attached to the ceiling. It appears to be A set of armor eith wires and panels attached, though it seems just as likely to be a mech suit. It's black color reminds you of coal, and hoses strech from the back to the arms.

Jack stands in front of some sceens, , playing a lively tune on a fiddle, his hat and jacket in the chair.

Zaharg calls to him"Jack. Jack! Ms. In'am wishes to speak to you."

Jack stops playing and faces you both. "oh...how might I help ya lass?"

[Elbeyon]

She'll follow him in and start checking out the place. Especially the rigging and whatever is contained in it.

(OoC: Is jack around?)

[Elbeyon]

He gets a good look over. The music getting a mentionable mental note from her.

"Don't play with me. You already know. Everyone and their friend has been whispering to me that you've got a job for us. So, here I am. What you have for us?"

[hand ax ranger]

He gets a good look over. The music getting a mentionable mental note from her.

"Don't play with me. You already know. Everyone and their friend has been whispering to me that you've got a job for us. So, here I am. What you have for us?"

He shrugs, sets the fiddle on the table, then walks to you.

"well I think you forgot your manners...but I'll forgive you this time. Especially as your pretty."

He runs back to the couch and grabs his Card computer. "It's an escort mission. We're tasked with working protection for some Iigarn. A business man in technology or something. Supposedly chased by dangerous people, and performing some sort of search for something. Those weren't given. The coordinates were Sytsari 2, and I've got the meeting location. Any other ingoni have I'll share.....though I don't know everything... That's God's job."

[Pyrite]

Rakoim considers the man, emits the closest thing his species has to a sigh, and takes out a minor tool to light the tobacco in the pipe, which he takes a puff on.

"Normally, I would never negotiate under these conditions, but as you know, I am rather desperate. I know that your trust in me comes from a thorough understanding of my situation and my desperation. Perhaps you also know my philosophy: that my honor in my contracts and bargains is the foundation for everything I might try to accomplish."

Rakoim looks the man in the eyes, an intense look in his own.

"I accept your word, but know that I will hold you to it. Break your word with me, and we will be enemies from that moment on."

He takes a long draw from the pipe, coughs a little, but focuses and allows the rush of the nicotine to bring him clarity.

"Your offer is acceptable to me. What do I need to do to complete the job?"

[hand ax ranger]

Rakoim considers the man, emits the closest thing his species has to a sigh, and takes out a minor tool to light the tobacco in the pipe, which he takes a puff on.

"Normally, I would never negotiate under these conditions, but as you know, I am rather desperate. I know that your trust in me comes from a thorough understanding of my situation and my desperation. Perhaps you also know my philosophy: that my honor in my contracts and bargains is the foundation for everything I might try to accomplish."

Rakoim looks the man in the eyes, an intense look in his own.

"I accept your word, but know that I will hold you to it. Break your word with me, and we will be enemies from that moment on."

He takes a long draw from the pipe, coughs a little, but focuses and allows the rush of the nicotine to bring him clarity.

"Your offer is acceptable to me. What do I need to do to complete the job?"

He grins. "Good. I would expect nothing less. Now to start you will need to find this man...oh drat....they're here now. Well I'll just leave this file here for you to read. I'd get ready to run or fight, I doubt they'll be kind"

He collects his thing's, leaving behind a brown folder and the things he left for you, and walks out calmly. You hear the sounds of people pushing throughthe crowd near the doors. Three men push they're way in.

[Elbeyon]

"Playing with me again, eh?" She smiles to him. "Manners? Never learned any. Rudeness is showing affection. Right, Zaharg?" She looks to him for a response.

She pockets the card. "Sounds like fun. Protection, tech, dangerous people. Is it my birthday? You're too kind Jack." She walks around the room, checking things out more, making herself comfortable. She is leaving yet. "And, here I thought you only secretly liked me."

The posting starts again! I'll be changing up my character's personality/speech a little. I'm trying to make it something I enjoy a little more.

[hand ax ranger]

"Playing with me again, eh?" She smiles to him. "Manners? Never learned any. Rudeness is showing affection. Right, Zaharg?" She looks to him for a response.

She pockets the card. "Sounds like fun. Protection, tech, dangerous people. Is it my birthday? You're too kind Jack." She walks around the room, checking things out more, making herself comfortable. She is leaving yet. "And, here I thought you only secretly liked me."

The posting starts again! I'll be changing up my character's personality/speech a little. I'm trying to make it something I enjoy a little more.

Zaharg looks aside a bit, blushing as much as a lizard faced person can. "uh...yeah I believe that how it goes. Most of the time it's the ones closest to you that's all rude... And akward." he grins.


Jack shakes his head at him. "sometimes it just too painful too watch......" he looks to you. "but yes Falah as soon as I saw her I knew this job's right up your alley. Besides…I aim to please.

glad to have you back! I'm sure you'll get your feel for it. Trying to get more players currently, so we might have company.

[Elbeyon]

"Let's hope that awkwardness doesn't last. He's right; It's not the right type of painful." She'll send him a wink.

"Oh, Jack. I knew it. You being rude to the me was just you're way of showing me you cared. I'll look over the details in a minute; tell you what I think of the job."

After she copies the files she'll hold out his card to him.

I'll take 10 to get a clue on the social situation here.

[hand ax ranger]

"Let's hope that awkwardness doesn't last. He's right; It's not the right type of painful." She'll send him a wink.

"Oh, Jack. I knew it. You being rude to the me was just you're way of showing me you cared. I'll look over the details in a minute; tell you what I think of the job."

After she copies the files she'll hold out his card to him.

I'll take 10 to get a clue on the social situation here.
it seems that till you got here it was two guys hanging out, drinking whilst operating machinery (well only Zaharg, Jack seems to be more the "fetch that" guy) and watching old films. When you got here it changed to Zaharg's breaking down slightly and Jack starting to look like he's feeling sad sorry for the nervous lizardman.

Oh, and he's been looking you over.

Zaharg's eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly for a second. He then shakes it of and chuckles nervously, setting the box on the table and getting back to work, if only to not to likely make a bigger fool of himself.

Jack continues the conversation. "*ahem*....so how's it working so far.." Zaharg inturrpts yelling "Cover!" as he pulls the goggles to his face. Jack runs over to the table then hands you a welding mask, putting one on himself. "Go ahead lad." he yells. As Zaharg starts to weld.

"Now as i was saying how's the.....thing...been working?"

[Elbeyon]

Zaharg's eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly for a second. He then shakes it of and chuckles nervously, setting the box on the table and getting back to work, if only to not to likely make a bigger fool of himself.

Jack continues the conversation. "*ahem*....so how's it working so far.." Zaharg inturrpts yelling "Cover!" as he pulls the goggles to his face. Jack runs over to the table then hands you a welding mask, putting one on himself. "Go ahead lad." he yells. As Zaharg starts to weld.

"Now as i was saying how's the.....thing...been working?"She puts it on.

"Thing?", she asks.

[hand ax ranger]

She puts it on.

"Thing?", she asks.

Zaharg answers you.

"it's an armored suit. Using a high tempered steel underlay with an outer titanium plate layer, it might and strong. I throwing some of that stuff....um...." Kevlar?"....between the panels and inner layer for some filler and relative insulation and protection. It's also meant to contain sone tech goodies, as well as its own blowtorch and angle grinder.".

He grins as he imagines it in completion.

Jack continues. "he even talked about arm mounted is a machine guns and a flame gun. It's a pet project of his."

Cora speaks up. "such a silly lizard. Next he'll be saying it's able to fly or climb walls or something."

[hand ax ranger]

Errol and Beni

You both sit in the dining area of the ship you're boarded upon. The ship contains msny persons who have boarded on for some sort of edge of human civilization expedition stuff, for the different races. But here they're are very few. A few Humans, an Hiverit tinkering in the corneers with a device if sorts, and a few Deriki sitting around a table discussing something in they're native language.

You both have seen each other around, but up to now your stance on each other is undetermined.

From behind the counter, an aged woman you turns on the mic.

"Last call on coffee..... Least before that Iigarn feeler gets here...... Anyone needing a refreshing on it cone an get it!""

One of the Dekiri gets up with a tray of mugs and starts walking over there, the axe on his hip shining in the rooms light.

[thedisputednewt]

sorry it took so long, wasn't really paying attention today

Errol glances around the room quickly, before picking up his food tray and walking towards the counter where the women called from. When he notices the axe his nervously shifts his tray to his left hand and drops his hand down towards his pistol. When he gets to the counter he looks up towards the server, not too much taller than the counter. "One coffee, black, small," he says, quietly.

[hand ax ranger]

sorry it took so long, wasn't really paying attention today

Errol glances around the room quickly, before picking up his food tray and walking towards the counter where the women called from. When he notices the axe his nervously shifts his tray to his left hand and drops his hand down towards his pistol. When he gets to the counter he looks up towards the server, not too much taller than the counter. "One coffee, black, small," he says, quietly.


It's fine, least were getting started now.

By the way I did sort of blunder it up. The Deiki all have weapons on their hips, and this ones just got the ax and a boltgun on his back.

As you approach he seems you eyeing his ax, as well as your motion to your gun.His hand flashes to his side

"(Derikiric).....not wise desicion......."

He puts the tray down on the counter, addressing the woman.

"refill the mugs please. We have need of more " coffee". And one of those dried meat stick please... Those are quite good." he grins, showing two pairs of canines

As she complies he turns to you. "what so nervous....you have the Urwaci's word no harm shall come without....what's word? Provocation? Yes."

One one the ones from the table yells in his tounge something supposedly funny. He laughs, then looks you up and down.

[thedisputednewt]

"Sorry," Errol pushes his gun further down in the holster, and his flicker down, then back up "Nervous habit, I guess.

He takes a step back, his arms are stiff, and a little at an angle, quite obviously keeping his hands further away from his weapons. He watches the Deiki, his eyes moving back and forth, avoiding eye contact, and nervously licking his lips occasionally.

Edit: just thought I should add, Errol is still wearing his cop uniform, and is also about 5 feet, really skinny, and about as unthreatening as possible

[hand ax ranger]

"Sorry," Errol pushes his gun further down in the holster, and his flicker down, then back up "Nervous habit, I guess.

He takes a step back, his arms are stiff, and a little at an angle, quite obviously keeping his hands further away from his weapons. He watches the Deiki, his eyes moving back and forth, avoiding eye contact, and nervously licking his lips occasionally.

Edit: just thought I should add, Errol is still wearing his cop uniform, and is also about 5 feet, really skinny, and about as unthreatening as possible

He smiles, seeming to take note of your movements. Especially the lip licking.

"Oh well then.....you're just...Distracted... then...well if you'd want we might have a spot back over at our table...." he winks "if your into that kind off mingling."

The woman hands back the tray with full mugs, as well as a jerky stick. He pulls out a small metal disc and hold it above the register. The device beeps, then dings. He puts it away as he grabs the tray and leaves.

He looks back for a second. "serious offer."

The woman hands you your coffee, and gives off a low growl. "Devents. Savage devents the lot of 'em"

[thedisputednewt]

Errol glances around the room. Seeing all the strange, armed people, he falls back on his instincts to stick to people who seem to be in control. He avoids the gaze of the server, grabs his coffee, and follows the Deriki.

[Silent_p]

Beni had been making a few notes on her PDA when the last call on coffee was announced. Not really a big fan of the taste - the caffeine was fine but she preferred it in pill form when she needed it - she nonetheless glanced up as some others approached the woman and got their refills.

Her gaze drifted over the room. She recognised a few faces but, if pressed, wouldn't have been able to put a name to any. Things had been largely uneventful for her thus far and, while tinkering and making notes passed the time, ultimately she was bored. Again.

Spotting a hiverit by itself in the corner, she made an impulse decision and stood. PDA dangling lazily in her hand, she strolled over to the hiverit's table. "Hey," she said in greeting as she studied the device it held.

Roll to see if Beni can identify the device: Knowledge (Technology) [roll0]

[hand ax ranger]

Errol glances around the room. Seeing all the strange, armed people, he falls back on his instincts to stick to people who seem to be in control. He avoids the gaze of the server, grabs his coffee, and follows the Deriki.
Errol

As you seat yourself amoung the Deriki they laugh and cheer. Two pretty females (relative term) slide closer to you, giving off a warrior woman vib. They all are arned, though most commonly with archaic hand weapons and civiy firearms.

The one that stands out appears very old and grizzled, though has an appearance of peaceful acceptance in his eyes. He's likely the groups leader, and has a slightly younger but much fiercer Derki who's likley a second in command.

He looks to you, then speaks to the Deriki from the counter who in turn translates for you. "he says welcome. I'm not going to repeat the last part though....."


Beni had been making a few notes on her PDA when the last call on coffee was announced. Not really a big fan of the taste - the caffeine was fine but she preferred it in pill form when she needed it - she nonetheless glanced up as some others approached the woman and got their refills.

Her gaze drifted over the room. She recognised a few faces but, if pressed, wouldn't have been able to put a name to any. Things had been largely uneventful for her thus far and, while tinkering and making notes passed the time, ultimately she was bored. Again.

Spotting a hiverit by itself in the corner, she made an impulse decision and stood. PDA dangling lazily in her hand, she strolled over to the hiverit's table. "Hey," she said in greeting as she studied the device it held.

Roll to see if Beni can identify the device: Knowledge (Technology) [roll0]
it appears to be a remote controller for s
Beni

It see's your approach as it's sets the device on the table. It smiles. "Hello. What's your names? I'm Gurbart."

He offers you a muffin from his tray.

[thedisputednewt]

Errol glances around and smiles weakly, and turns to the leader, "I'm Errol," he says, pointing towards his chest. Gaining confidence he smiles a little wider. He turns to one of the two females and, leaning on his elbow, asks, "So, what brings you to this ship?", then takes a bite of the jerky on his tray.

[hand ax ranger]

Errol glances around and smiles weakly, and turns to the leader, "I'm Errol," he says, pointing towards his chest. Gaining confidence he smiles a little wider. He turns to one of the two females and, leaning on his elbow, asks, "So, what brings you to this ship?", then takes a bite of the jerky on his tray.

One of them snaches the jerky away from you, then proceeds to eat it.

The girl giggles then speaks in less fluent English. "Protecting priest of Dancing One... And meeting cute male types " she grins as she slides her hand onto your leg.

The translator simply shakes his head. "Oh yiu work fast. Stealing my woman....."

[Silent_p]

"Beni," she replied absently as she continued to eye the device. Curious, she sat down. The offer of a muffin interrupted her thoughts, however. "Thanks, Gurbart." Setting her PDA down away from the food, she flashed the hiverit a grateful smile and picked up a muffin.

"So, what are you working on?" She gestured at the device with her free hand. "Some kinda remote?"

[hand ax ranger]

One of them snaches the jerky away from you, then proceeds to eat it.

The girl giggles then speaks in less fluent English. "Protecting priest of Dancing One... And meeting cute male types " she grins as she slides her hand onto your leg.

The translator simply shakes his head. "Oh yiu work fast. Stealing my woman....."
The group laughs.

"I am just busting your chops. I have no problems with sharing... If you don't....."

He puts his hand on your other leg as the others start chuckling.

"Beni," she replied absently as she continued to eye the device. Curious, she sat down. The offer of a muffin interrupted her thoughts, however. "Thanks, Gurbart." Setting her PDA down away from the food, she flashed the hiverit a grateful smile and picked up a muffin.

"So, what are you working on?" She gestured at the device with her free hand. "Some kinda remote?"
"oh... Yes it's the command console to the server drone...."

He pushes sone buttons on it. "it's not quite working though....."

[thedisputednewt]

One of them snaches the jerky away from you, then proceeds to eat it.

The girl giggles then speaks in less fluent English. "Protecting priest of Dancing One... And meeting cute male types " she grins as she slides her hand onto your leg.

The translator simply shakes his head. "Oh yiu work fast. Stealing my woman....."

Errol blushes slightly as the female moves closer, then jerks out with his hand as she takes the jerky from him. He quickly pulls his hand back and goes back to leaning on his elbow and smiling. "So, who is this Dancing One?"


The group laughs.

"I am just busting your chops. I have no problems with sharing... If you don't....."

He puts his hand on your other leg as the others start chuckling

Errol blushes harder when the male moves towards him. "That's- that's fine." He forcefully smiles a little wider.

[Silent_p]

Taking a bite of the muffin, Beni considered Gurbart's statement. "Not working at all, or just limited functionality?" She smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna suggest checking the power cell."

She nodded at the device. "Better question would be: what have you ruled out? Anything I can help with?"

[hand ax ranger]

Errol blushes slightly as the female moves closer, then jerks out with his hand as she takes the jerky from him. He quickly pulls his hand back and goes back to leaning on his elbow and smiling. "So, who is this Dancing One?"
he is gid of celebration and love. He watches over us and allows us joy."

Errol blushes harder when the male moves towards him. "That's- that's fine." He forcefully smiles a little wider.

The group snickers but the older one stops them. He sternly tells off the make messing with you.

The youth speaks to him then takes his hand off you. "I am sorry.... I forget your kind is not the same as ours.....please don't take that as a sign of disrespect. We Deriki are....how do I out this.... Less shy on such things. Many of us find both sides to appeal to us....."

He continues. "but she is correct. We are here to protect he who speaks his code of ethics. He jourinies because he believes this group has destination that benefits his aims..so it benefits those of his chosen protectors.

Taking a bite of the muffin, Beni considered Gurbart's statement. "Not working at all, or just limited functionality?" She smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna suggest checking the power cell."

She nodded at the device. "Better question would be: what have you ruled out? Anything I can help with?"

He hands it to you.
"Not really sure.....but I know its no the power bank....it turns on..... "

[Silent_p]

Beni took another bite of her muffin before setting it aside to take the device from Gurbart. "'Kay. Let's see..." Turning it over in her hands a few times, she eyeballed the thing. She pressed a button experimentally. Nothing.

"So. What's it supposed to do, exactly?" She asked, still examining the device. Maybe if she...

Roll Repair to see if Beni can get the remote operational: [roll0]

[hand ax ranger]

Beni took another bite of her muffin before setting it aside to take the device from Gurbart. "'Kay. Let's see..." Turning it over in her hands a few times, she eyeballed the thing. She pressed a button experimentally. Nothing.

"So. What's it supposed to do, exactly?" She asked, still examining the device. Maybe if she...

Roll Repair to see if Beni can get the remote operational: [roll0]

You find out the problem is not with the machine (it's working fine) but that it's not making the desired connection to the robot.

It works by sending info into a loop between it and the subject (in this case apparently the server done) by giving intended instructions. The drone relays situational details to which it makes suggestions to it. Sort off like a robotic hive mind. But for some reasone. It's keeps receiving it's own messages, rather than successfully sending them out.

Gurbart sighs. "well I tried ld her I'd try to gix it....but itz really not NY girls of expertise. I'm a researcher, not an IT guy."

[thedisputednewt]

Just busy, sorry :(

Errol waves his hands in an apologetic manner, "It's not a problem really," he says, his smile becoming slightly less forced, "So, where is our destination? I just came to explore."

[hand ax ranger]

Just busy, sorry :(

Errol waves his hands in an apologetic manner, "It's not a problem really," he says, his smile becoming slightly less forced, "So, where is our destination? I just came to explore."

The Deriki grins. "I believe its a (Derikiric) named Xeos. So as far as your wanderlust I truly know what you mean. I'm always Been keen on learning, and prefer a more hands on method. Part of the reason I chose this task "

[thedisputednewt]

Errol tilts his head to the side, "What is your code of honor like?" he glances down, "I grew up without a-- well there was sort of a code, but it wasn't a good one."

[Silent_p]

Nothing seemed obviously wrong with the remote, so Beni grabbed her PDA. Syncing the two devices up, she checked the signal and frowned. "Huh. Looks like this thing is fine." She looked at Gurbart. "Problem is with the drones."

Returning her attention to the PDA, she nodded slowly. "Yeah... Some kinda feedback loop in them. They're not receiving new input." She glanced around the room. "So. Gotta have a look at them, I think."

"Any idea how this happened?"

[hand ax ranger]

Errol tilts his head to the side, "What is your code of honor like?" he glances down, "I grew up without a-- well there was sort of a code, but it wasn't a good one."

He shrugs. "Mostly involving warrior lifestyle. Die with honor, defeat your enemies by any means necessary... It is sometimes dependent on what clan you ask...."

As you start downing on yourself he tries to stir you. "Code is likly nit so bad if your still alive.....right?"

[hand ax ranger]

Nothing seemed obviously wrong with the remote, so Beni grabbed her PDA. Syncing the two devices up, she checked the signal and frowned. "Huh. Looks like this thing is fine." She looked at Gurbart. "Problem is with the drones."

Returning her attention to the PDA, she nodded slowly. "Yeah... Some kinda feedback loop in them. They're not receiving new input." She glanced around the room. "So. Gotta have a look at them, I think."

"Any idea how this happened?"
The small rodent man shakes his head. "u honestly do not know...... Drone based herp seeing I guess.... You think your able to fix it?"

[Silent_p]

Beni shrugged. "I'll give it a shot, sure."

With most of her attention on her PDA, still synced to the remote, she glanced briefly at Gurbart. "So, what's got you on this trip? You a crew member?"

[hand ax ranger]

Beni shrugged. "I'll give it a shot, sure."

With most of her attention on her PDA, still synced to the remote, she glanced briefly at Gurbart. "So, what's got you on this trip? You a crew member?"

He replies with interest. "well they haven't me searching for specimens. Plants I mean, to research new potential medicines and chemical products."

He straightens his fur. " and what's sn expedition without a cute fur ball?" he retorts, going all puppy dog eyes to prove his point.

[thedisputednewt]

"I guess that’s true,” Errol’s face lifts a little, ”But that code forced me to make some choices I wish I hadn’t.” He face twists into a sad smile, ”I tried to fix them, but I wasn’t strong enough. That’s why I really came here.” Errol’s face twists into a sad smile, ”I guess that makes me a coward, doesn’t it.” He tilts his head thoughtfully and takes another bite of food.

[hand ax ranger]

"I guess that’s true,” Errol’s face lifts a little, ”But that code forced me to make some choices I wish I hadn’t.” He face twists into a sad smile, ”I tried to fix them, but I wasn’t strong enough. That’s why I really came here.” Errol’s face twists into a sad smile, ”I guess that makes me a coward, doesn’t it.” He tilts his head thoughtfully and takes another bite of food.

sorry my internet was bring a dofus.

The Deriki looks you in the eye. "No.....I judt means you have been a coward. But your future is still ahead. Now it's when you can decide if you are or not coward. Past is past, but future is potential and change."

He simply glances around the room, spotting the nice looking woman who has been trying to help the rat creature."....and sometimes opportunity. Tempting."

[Silent_p]

Beni snorted, amused. "Not worth the money, I imagine."

She frowned at her PDA, then looked around the room for a drone. "You're biochem, then?" She asked, absently. "Pharmaceuticals?"

Are there any drones in the area that Beni could have a look at?

[thedisputednewt]

Errol smiles for real this time, "Thanks. I think I feel better now." His eyes follow the Deriki's, "Opportunity, yes." Errol looks down at his empty tray, "I need to clean this up, then I am going to go and look around the ship. Who knows how long we will be here. It was nice meeting you, I hope we run into each other again." Errol waves good bye, and walks towards the place to drop his tray off at, then walks towards the nearest cafeteria exit.

[hand ax ranger]

Beni snorted, amused. "Not worth the money, I imagine."

She frowned at her PDA, then looked around the room for a drone. "You're biochem, then?" She asked, absently. "Pharmaceuticals?"

Are there any drones in the area that Beni could have a look at?
you see a drone roosted above the coubter,. It looks to be one of those classic areodrones that were popular in the age of selfies and Sjws.

He laughs. "yeah. Always loved to experiment with food and stuff when I was younger....niw I do something similar, and it helps people. I love it "


Errol smiles for real this time, "Thanks. I think I feel better now." His eyes follow the Deriki's, "Opportunity, yes." Errol looks down at his empty tray, "I need to clean this up, then I am going to go and look around the ship. Who knows how long we will be here. It was nice meeting you, I hope we run into each other again." Errol waves good bye, and walks towards the place to drop his tray off at, then walks towards the nearest cafeteria exit.

The Deriki shakes your hand before you depart. "Dimitri. Human name yes but I was born to different name. Changed it." he lets you leave.

You are able to leave thd cafeteria with little trouble.

[thedisputednewt]

Errol looks around the hallway and searches for a map.

[hand ax ranger]

Errol looks around the hallway and searches for a map.

You see a sign above a monitor marked " informational database". You also see arrows painted allong the walls directing towards places of interest and importance.

[thedisputednewt]

Errol pauses at the the information database, and then quickly searches for anything pertaining to The Dancing One.

[hand ax ranger]

Errol pauses at the the information database, and then quickly searches for anything pertaining to The Dancing One.

ERROR! location not found. Room or hall is either unrecorded or does not exist.

[thedisputednewt]

Errol mumbles under his breath, "Oh well, worth a shot," before finding the closest common room and heading in that direction.

[hand ax ranger]

Errol mumbles under his breath, "Oh well, worth a shot," before finding the closest common room and heading in that direction.

As you walk down the hall you find that all is oddly quite..... As if peoe have been cleared out or such.

Sound then starts echoing down the halls, a sound of shuffling and loud muttering.

[thedisputednewt]

Errol stiffens and crouches, then takes a deep breath and slowly moves towards the noises, still tense, but trying not to show it.

[hand ax ranger]

Errol stiffens and crouches, then takes a deep breath and slowly moves towards the noises, still tense, but trying not to show it.

(OOC:starting tobthinknitd judt you and me currently. Oh well.....more chances to recruit new players. Probably later though....)

As you walk down the halls, and erie feeling crawls up your spine. It's generally supposed to be quite, but this......

(Roll perception checks niw if you wish)

[Elbeyon]

Zaharg answers you.

"it's an armored suit. Using a high tempered steel underlay with an outer titanium plate layer, it might and strong. I throwing some of that stuff....um...." Kevlar?"....between the panels and inner layer for some filler and relative insulation and protection. It's also meant to contain sone tech goodies, as well as its own blowtorch and angle grinder.".

He grins as he imagines it in completion.

Jack continues. "he even talked about arm mounted is a machine guns and a flame gun. It's a pet project of his."

Cora speaks up. "such a silly lizard. Next he'll be saying it's able to fly or climb walls or something.""Oh, you weren't talking to me..."

"It's cool. Hey, listen. I'd love to stay and keep checking you out - it out, I mean, but I got work that needs doing. People that need killing. Money that needs making. A ship that needs more guns."

"Let's do this again some other time." She starts making a get away toward the door. "It'll be fun. Promises."

[hand ax ranger]

"Oh, you weren't talking to me..."

"It's cool. Hey, listen. I'd love to stay and keep checking you out - it out, I mean, but I got work that needs doing. People that need killing. Money that needs making. A ship that needs more guns."

"Let's do this again some other time." She starts making a get away toward the door. "It'll be fun. Promises."
looking back i realize I've had terrible issues with grammer. i end up doing most of this on a smart phone, and the tiny keyboard does not like me. I'll try much harder.
As the Carivalin freezes for a second. "Oh! Uh yeah..sure....i'd love to have you come hang out some time."

Jack just stands there laughing at his clumsy reaction.

Cora questions you: "So whats the plan from here? I suggest we get stuff ready for landing there."

[Elbeyon]

The past posted didn't bug me. So, as long as things remain understandable there is no issue on my end. Don't worry about it.
Farah chuckles. "He's too cute, eh, Jack? We'll have to work on that nervousness. You're invited too Jack." Near the door she removes her welding mask and places it down on some nearby furniture. She half way exists through the door before leaning back and giving a wink. "Enjoy yourself boys."

Toward her little robot amigo, "That's the plan. Let's get off this ****ing ship." The bridge is her target. "Why don't we plug you in and start on landing this baby. My daddy gave me a ship with a solid build. She's just a little threadbare. Let's work on getting her filled up?"

[hand ax ranger]

The past posted didn't bug me. So, as long as things remain understandable there is no issue on my end. Don't worry about it.
Farah chuckles. "He's too cute, eh, Jack? We'll have to work on that nervousness. You're invited too Jack." Near the door she removes her welding mask and places it down on some nearby furniture. She half way exists through the door before leaning back and giving a wink. "Enjoy yourself boys."

Toward her little robot amigo, "That's the plan. Let's get off this ****ing ship." The bridge is her target. "Why don't we plug you in and start on landing this baby. My daddy gave me a ship with a solid build. She's just a little threadbare. Let's work on getting her filled up?"

*recording of a pirate*"aye-aye captain!"*end of recording*

it starts zipping down the all toward the end of the hall, heading for the bridge.

you both arrive with no further incident. the bridge is set up toward the forward part of the ship, where men and other races work consoles. the center of the room holds a bolted swivel chair with buttons, switches, a fold-out keyboard and viewing screen.

an older man notices your arrival and announces it. "captain on deck!"

the crew turns and bows in respect, then resume they're business. across the consoles are shown maps and pictures containing graphs and models. the three pilots readily await directions.

[Elbeyon]

She followed after the little bot. The place was still pretty new to her, not that she figured she get lost, but looking around she'd still see new-ish, interesting things.

She nods as the helmpeoples greet her and Kindly waves them off. She wasn't much for overt displays.

The seat sinks in as she finds her place and the viewing screen it's spot in front of her. She starts to look things over and asks, "Status report?"

She's pretty much going to tell them to land next p:

[hand ax ranger]

Errol stiffens and crouches, then takes a deep breath and slowly moves towards the noises, still tense, but trying not to show it.

as you approach the origin of the screams, you see a small amount of red has splatted the walls. the smell reminds you of a doctors office....and something seems very off......

[hand ax ranger]

She followed after the little bot. The place was still pretty new to her, not that she figured she get lost, but looking around she'd still see new-ish, interesting things.

She nods as the helmpeoples greet her and Kindly waves them off. She wasn't much for overt displays.

The seat sinks in as she finds her place and the viewing screen it's spot in front of her. She starts to look things over and asks, "Status report?"

She's pretty much going to tell them to land next p:

one of the Iigarins on the consoles speaks.

"we have no hazards in our way, ETA is 6 hours. there's a ship near by that hasn't replied to our ping though...no chatter received at all from our wave hacking. estimated time to contact is 25 minutes at our current speed." he points to a ship to the left that slowly (relative to ship speeds) towards you. It looks to only pass your path but not threatening to impact with you."

Another speaks up. "fuels at 65%. we should be good for now, but suggest refueling i traveling farther than the next planet over after arrival. powers running fine, but im reporting some sort of electrical disturbance in the crew quarters."

[Elbeyon]

She pulls the data that he's talking about. His summery outpacing Farah looking over the specifics herself. The other ship is an interesting sight. "I'd like a scan of that ship asap. They might need our help." She grins. Her malicious intent obvious.

Dam ship. She's a thirsty one.

She leaves the scanner data for now, and she moves over to the disturbance report. Reading whatever info they got. If no one is on a fact finding mission yet she'll send someone to go check it out.

[hand ax ranger]

She pulls the data that he's talking about. His summery outpacing Farah looking over the specifics herself. The other ship is an interesting sight. "I'd like a scan of that ship asap. They might need our help." She grins. Her malicious intent obvious.

Dam ship. She's a thirsty one.

She leaves the scanner data for now, and she moves over to the disturbance report. Reading whatever info they got. If no one is on a fact finding mission yet she'll send someone to go check it out.

they say that that they'll scan the ship and notify for someone to go check out the interference.

(a moment later...)

as they scan the ship they report no attempt to block their scans, but bring up an image on your screen. itr shows heat signatures (though faint) of a grouping of...what are those things.....converging on a room of civilians. the doors are holding them out, but the things are appearing to batter it down....

and in the halls are bodies, the floor glow with still freshly spilled blood.

the crew look in terror as the doors sunder, and the beasts start to tear apart those trapped within.....men...woman and....

a report comes up from the quarters that a man has been slaughtered.....the marks appearing to be from a blade......

[Elbeyon]

Taken aback by the image she fails to contain a, "Woah, ****. I guess they do need help." Disbelieving the horrid sight.

"Have you picked up any distress signals?" She rechecks the long range sensors to see if any other ships are nearby. If none exist she orders, "Jam their transmissions." She'll re-affirm the command if the sensor stations are hesitant. "Their dead. No reason their deaths should prevent a potential pay day."

Half joking, "Let's avoid any comical ordeals. Be prepared for maneuvers as they come closer. I don't want to bump uglys with an infectious ship."

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She'll take a holo conversation from the quarters. Asking for a quick view of the scene. If it's not obvious she'll ask, "What was causing the electrical disturbance?"
She adresses the sensor

Do we get a view of the creatures at all? They small? Big? Fast? Slow?

[hand ax ranger]

Taken aback by the image she fails to contain a, "Woah, ****. I guess they do need help." Disbelieving the horrid sight.

"Have you picked up any distress signals?" She rechecks the long range sensors to see if any other ships are nearby. If none exist she orders, "Jam their transmissions." She'll re-affirm the command if the sensor stations are hesitant. "Their dead. No reason their deaths should prevent a potential pay day."

Half joking, "Let's avoid any comical ordeals. Be prepared for maneuvers as they come closer. I don't want to bump uglys with an infectious ship."

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She'll take a holo conversation from the quarters. Asking for a quick view of the scene. If it's not obvious she'll ask, "What was causing the electrical disturbance?"
She adresses the sensor

Do we get a view of the creatures at all? They small? Big? Fast? Slow?
they carry out the order, jamming them as much as possible.

the Iigarin looks to you.

"so we're to board?"

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the crew in the quarters say they have no clue...but it only lasted for a minute then left. also, they are generally more worried about the murdered crew member. they have started gathering weapons and are searching for whatever did this to the poor man. search parties have formed, and they await further orders.

from what you can tell, they are tall and slender, with big slashing claws. they seem highly aggressive,...not even eating their victims.....

[Elbeyon]

"Hm, not yet."

"Orientate us with the other ship. Match speed for now."

She leans back and thinks on the situation. ****ing space horrors. Another ship's crew she could intimidate or even negotiate. Wild creatures not so much. Sending the crew on a hostile boarding action is no light order. A short while later she barks, "Battle stations!" The telltale sirens about to go off.

"Bring the cannons to bear!"

To the weapons officer, "Bombard the life forms' location. Minimize collateral damage as much as possible. And, don't destroy the ship. Carve out some of those pests."

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She'll put a specific person in charge of the task (feel free to name him!) and let them do what they will, but she tells them not to punish anyone without her permissions. Send 'em to the brig. She informs them she doesn't a lench mob going around terrorizing everyone.

Ship Scans can Reveal:

Identify all PL 7 or lower weapons (number,type,fire-linked,batteries too)
Ascertain the presence of grapplers, magnetic field, particle field, point-defense system, tractor beam
Identify the ships armor
Identify the ship's engines
Determine the number of life forms aboard a specific ship.

We'll scan for all of that, but I won't ask for that information OoC (yet). Expect, I'd like to know the number life forms. That'd be valuable to know before boarding. I'm not sure the size of my ships crew. (The ship can only support 26 people max...)

Since the ship seems to be inactive: I'm trying to do a called shot on the crew. It normally requires a crit and a random roll, but... this might be something like a "coup de gras"?

[hand ax ranger]

"Hm, not yet."

"Orientate us with the other ship. Match speed for now."

She leans back and thinks on the situation. ****ing space horrors. Another ship's crew she could intimidate or even negotiate. Wild creatures not so much. Sending the crew on a hostile boarding action is no light order. A short while later she barks, "Battle stations!" The telltale sirens about to go off.

"Bring the cannons to bear!"

To the weapons officer, "Bombard the life forms' location. Minimize collateral damage as much as possible. And, don't destroy the ship. Carve out some of those pests."

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She'll put a specific person in charge of the task (feel free to name him!) and let them do what they will, but she tells them not to punish anyone without her permissions. Send 'em to the brig. She informs them she doesn't a lench mob going around terrorizing everyone.

Ship Scans can Reveal:

Identify all PL 7 or lower weapons (number,type,fire-linked,batteries too)
Ascertain the presence of grapplers, magnetic field, particle field, point-defense system, tractor beam
Identify the ships armor
Identify the ship's engines
Determine the number of life forms aboard a specific ship.

We'll scan for all of that, but I won't ask for that information OoC (yet). Expect, I'd like to know the number life forms. That'd be valuable to know before boarding. I'm not sure the size of my ships crew. (The ship can only support 26 people max...)

Since the ship seems to be inactive: I'm trying to do a called shot on the crew. It normally requires a crit and a random roll, but... this might be something like a "coup de gras"?

the actual crew seems to still be in the hundreds, though dwindling fast. the creatures are few in comparison (more in the 20's) but are hunting down the crew efficiently.

as far as the called shot i would say not unless your trying intentionally to create a massive hole to suck out everything the doors aren't able to save.

...and we both no that exactly what our planning.....
they start to turn so as to be able to stay alongside it. (seeing as it was gong the opposite direction)
the crew assumes battle stations, telling those assigned to boarding party to ready themselves to board. the Iigarin orders the cannons to be aimed at the coordinates. they fire up the particle cannons and ready them to fire off at the target.

the crew continues to search for those responsible for the slaughter, but only find another slaughter member. they do however see that whatever it is...it seems to be heading for the front of the ship.....

[Elbeyon]

How did you know? :smallamused: I would like to create massive structural damage to try to vent the creatures.

Turning her attention away from directing the search parties when the weapons are ready. She steels herself. Alright, you've done this before. This isn't your first rodeo. Let's just do it like every captain before me. Let's show the boys a real captain. She yells, "Let's *bleeping* do this! FIRE!" She'll let her weapons officer do his job before issuing further boarding actions.

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Another dead crew in a different location signs a problem outside of a typical murder. This isn't just someone settling beef. She'll take control of the situation, personally.

She sends a scrambled messages over to character leading the search parties. "Change of plans. The trouble maker is heading toward the bridge. Gather the armed parties near the bow of the ship. I'll need you to move into ambush positions were I tell you." Who's messing about my ship? Is it a horror? After the message she'll grab a cable out of her pants, wire her computer card into her chair, and plug herself in. She'll find the sob's location. Whatever the case, she plans to open a path to the bridge to try to lure the thing down a path of her choosing, and have her men ambush it as a team. She'll make it easier to go her route, but not too easy. The easy trail will end before it reaches her anyways and the area will be in lock down.

Searching the ship's security system:
Computer Use [roll0]

[hand ax ranger]

How did you know? :smallamused: I would like to create massive structural damage to try to vent the creatures.

Turning her attention away from directing the search parties when the weapons are ready. She steels herself. Alright, you've done this before. This isn't your first rodeo. Let's just do it like every captain before me. Let's show the boys a real captain. She yells, "Let's *bleeping* do this! FIRE!" She'll let her weapons officer do his job before issuing further boarding actions.

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Another dead crew in a different location signs a problem outside of a typical murder. This isn't just someone settling beef. She'll take control of the situation, personally.

She sends a scrambled messages over to character leading the search parties. "Change of plans. The trouble maker is heading toward the bridge. Gather the armed parties near the bow of the ship. I'll need you to move into ambush positions were I tell you." Who's messing about my ship? Is it a horror? After the message she'll grab a cable out of her pants, wire her computer card into her chair, and plug herself in. She'll find the sob's location. Whatever the case, she plans to open a path to the bridge to try to lure the thing down a path of her choosing, and have her men ambush it as a team. She'll make it easier to go her route, but not too easy. The easy trail will end before it reaches her anyways and the area will be in lock down.

Searching the ship's security system:
Computer Use [roll0]

The beams blast out and smack against the side of the opposing ship. It's hull shows much damage, especially as most of the systems protecting her seem to have been disposed of by the creatures

A hole appears to have formed, and you see chunks flying off into the vacuum of space. On of the beasts seems to have been sucked out as well.

"We have a light breach captain!"

Another, a human, gets up from his consle and draws a magnum. He opens the cylinder , checks to see if it's loaded, then closes it. Others follow his example, and three out of the seven stand in the center of the room, guns and laspistols toward the a door.


It opens with a swish......

[Elbeyon]

She half smiles at the successful breach. "Aye, good work. Keep working at their haul. Take her down to half."

The smile gracing her face slips away as the command bridge start raising out of their stations. So soon? Farah stands, her inference cord dangling from the side of her head, and turns around to see the door opening not quite sure whether to expect friend or foe.

[hand ax ranger]

She half smiles at the successful breach. "Aye, good work. Keep working at their haul. Take her down to half."

The smile gracing her face slips away as the command bridge start raising out of their stations. So soon? Farah stands, her inference cord dangling from the side of her head, and turns around to see the door opening not quite sure whether to expect friend or foe.
.....and a man falls forward into the room, drenched in his own blood.

As the men move up closer, the killer springs in onto of him. Red eyes glare you down from what appears a sick mock of a human head, far too skeletal as the greenish grey skins seem to crawl on its thin muscular form which oozes purple from holes adorning it's body that even now seem to clot. Fangs foam red with blood, and claws dripping with crimson screech against the metal door as it pulls it aside and leaps in.

It stares you down, giving a evil hiss, then screams a bloodcurling scream as it charges you!

(Roll initiative)

[Elbeyon]

Her eyes go wide as her heart skips a beat. "Ffu... Fire on it!" She thrusts a point at it. *Beeper* We'll see who becomes whoms experiment.

[roll0]

[Elbeyon]

It pulls itself in and she has no time to pull out. On the retreat, she comms to the search party, "Target on the bridge! You Bastards! Come here!" Her microcomputer goes hard on opening the doors from here to the search party then it gets a tug. Farah slides around to the other side of her chair. Her interface cable not discontented. And, she makes a sound retreat while putting her chair and whatever else she can between it and her. She moves down from the commander's platform farther into the bridge.

Free: Short talk
Move Action (Microcomputer allows that):Open doors to the bridge.
Standard Action: Move away (and put objects between it and her).

[thedisputednewt]

[roll0]
Errol continues to walk down the hall, jumping slightly as he turns around corners.

[hand ax ranger]

[roll0]
Errol continues to walk down the hall, jumping slightly as he turns around corners.

As you round the corner, You see two slender creatures tear apart a Iigarn. They turn to the you eith blood u claws and red-eyes. THEY hisd and run At you.

(Ooc:you start the surprise round. Also if you need a better description, let me know OOC)

[hand ax ranger]

It pulls itself in and she has no time to pull out. On the retreat, she comms to the search party, "Target on the bridge! You Bastards! Come here!" Her microcomputer goes hard on opening the doors from here to the search party then it gets a tug. Farah slides around to the other side of her chair. Her interface cable not discontented. And, she makes a sound retreat while putting her chair and whatever else she can between it and her. She moves down from the commander's platform farther into the bridge.

Free: Short talk
Move Action (Microcomputer allows that):Open doors to the bridge.
Standard Action: Move away (and put objects between it and her).

Failing tonget to you, the creature lunges toward to Human with the revolver, slashing across his chest, as he was the closest to you at the time.

The crowd fires en-masse at the beast, but it moves to quick for them to get a hit on.

The copilots see this thing, curse, tgen climb out of their seats and infrim of yiu. One wirlds a sawed off, the other a Kriss vextor. They stand between you and the onslaught.



Creature:
Attack:[roll0]
Damage:[roll1]
Crit confirm:[roll2]

Crew:

#1 Attack:[roll3]
Damage: [roll4]

#2 Attack: [roll]1d20[/roll
Damage: [roll5]

#3 Attack: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7]

#4 Attack: [roll8]
Damage: [roll9]

#5 Attack: [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]

#6 Attack: [roll12]
Damage: [roll13]

Both copilots brace themselves with defensivr fighting and protect their captain.

[Elbeyon]

Her temple stinging slightly from the force exit of the cable. She remains on the line with the search parties "I kind of need an update here," through her cybernetic phone and continues the conversation in quite mode.

Oh, no, this isn't the type of situation to let someone move in front of her. She steps to the side of the crew that were in front of her. She'll give them an affirming nod if they aren't sure of her actions. She yells, "Someone throw me a gun already. Let's take this *beeper*."

Free: 5-Foot Step in line with her allies.
Standard: Ready an action to receive/shoot off a gun.

[hand ax ranger]

Her temple stinging slightly from the force exit of the cable. She remains on the line with the search parties "I kind of need an update here," through her cybernetic phone and continues the conversation in quite mode.

Oh, no, this isn't the type of situation to let someone move in front of her. She steps to the side of the crew that were in front of her. She'll give them an affirming nod if they aren't sure of her actions. She yells, "Someone throw me a gun already. Let's take this *beeper*."

Free: 5-Foot Step in line with her allies.
Standard: Ready an action to receive/shoot off a gun.

The creatures slashes across the man's chest, this time cutting him wide-open. Blood pours out as if a dam had been broken, carrying the life from him. He is dead from shock by the time he hits the ground, at least getting the mercy of no further pain.

In retaliation, the rest of the crew Backs up by then feet, then opens fire. One hits, but the round seems softened against its hide.

The copilot with the Kriss passes it over to you, while the other simply runs over to blast it. His blow lands soundly, but seems to do little.


Creature:
Attack: [roll0]
Damage:[roll1]

Crew:

#1 Attack: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

#2 Attack: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]

#3 Attack: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7]

#4 Attack: [roll8]
Damage: [roll9]

#5 Attack: [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]

#6 Attack: [roll12]
Damage: [roll13]

Copilot 1 moves up to get within range if the creature.
Copilot 1 Attack: [roll14]
Damage: [roll15]

Copilot 2 hands off the Kriss vector to Falah. Draws Beretta 92.

[Elbeyon]

She takes the kriss vector from a co-pilot, without any type of audible affirmation, and draws it on the creature. A quick pull of the trigger sends a bullet from the magazine down the barrel and toward the creature.

Oh, yeah. Farah doesn't even know how to use a gun (doesn't have proficiency). Apply whatever other penalties exist for this attack.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack[roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]
Is she just getting dead comms from the search party?

[hand ax ranger]

She takes the kriss vector from a co-pilot, without any type of audible affirmation, and draws it on the creature. A quick pull of the trigger sends a bullet from the magazine down the barrel and toward the creature.

Oh, yeah. Farah doesn't even know how to use a gun (doesn't have proficiency). Apply whatever other penalties exist for this attack.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack[roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]
Is she just getting dead comms from the search party?

a yeah...that whole thing. it kinda got knocked to the sidelines....

you hear from the chatter that there are two more of these things aboard the ship, both are which are being engaged by Jack, Frank (wielding his signature pipe wrench like a club) and Murto.

the conversations so far:

Jack: "Falah? this is Jack! we ran into some right ugly creatures...they're slaughtering the crew...." *gunshots* "theres only two of 'em, but they're (bleeping) vicoious! we don't even know how they got..... *monster hiss* "what the bloody hell ARE these things?" *gunshots in background*
Frank (in the background): "who cares!? I'm smacking 'em good." *Tinging sound, as if a metal object hitting a skull* "take that ya slimy son'a (bleep)." *monstrous hiss* "Oh you just try that again boy! I'll fix that ugly little face of your..." *clang!, monstrous squeal*
Jack:" the hell man??? you just trying to make it angry???? *sound of a slide racking back, gun shots*
Frank:"NO I'M THE ANGRAY ONE!! IMMA TRYIN TO MAKE 'EM DIE!!!"
Murto(also in the background): "It's not like we're doing more damage with the guns. that just weird...." *loud rifle bang* "...ah....wait let me try something...." *unsheathing of a blade*


your shot misses wildly and mealy hits the back wall.

the creature ruses it's next intended victim, but the poor sap is lucky to side step at the right moment. it's razor claws slashes emptily where his stomach would have been.

they however continue to fire upon it. now that the initial panic has settled and the adrenaline starts flowing, they are able to fill it with more holes.
it however seems to absorb these blows, and only continues it's assault. It positions itself to face directly at you.....


Creature on the bridge:
Attack:
Damage:[roll1]

The crew:

Crewman #1 attack: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

Crewman #2 attack: [rool]1d20 (blundered)
Damage:

Crewman #3

Crewman #4 attack: [roll5]
Damage: [roll6]

Crewman #5 attack: [roll7]
Damage: [roll8]

Crewman #6 attack: [roll9]
Damage: [roll]2d8] (blundered)

Copilot #1 attack: [roll]1d20+2[roll] (yeah i forgot this last time sorry...) (*facepalm*)
Damage: [roll10]

Copilot #2 attack: [roll11]
Damage: [roll12]

( I DO have to mostly do this by hand....oh dur i could just copy and paste when I'm on an actual PC :smallredface:.

[hand ax ranger]

Crewman #2 attack: [roll0]
damage remains an eleven.

crewman 3# misses anyway so no need to.

Copilot #1 attack: [roll1]
damage remain the same

also rolling the crit confirm for crewman #4: [roll2]

[Elbeyon]

Quite mode, "Three. One on the bridge."

Quite mode, "Use the doors; I'll close the ones you yell."

*Beep it* She figures she has to try something different - she's not adding much to the gunfight. She triggers the internal comms, and creates a holo of herself plus some lovely electromagnetic output. She'll take her best guess on where to crank it on the spectrum to get its attention. She'll target a short distance outside the bridge.

Free: Knowledge (Earth and Life Sciences)
[roll0]

Attack or full-round?:
Create some high frequency, or extremely low raido waves. Create a mess of light (yay video options!) She'll do whatever she thinks will work best based of her knowledge and the earlier electronic disturbance earlier. She's taking a guess really. If she can't make an educated guess she'll crank up the radio signals. Mess with the internal comms.

If it only takes an attack action she will move.
Move: Continue moving in such a way to interrupt the creatures charge.

[hand ax ranger]

Quite mode, "Three. One on the bridge."

Quite mode, "Use the doors; I'll close the ones you yell."

*Beep it* She figures she has to try something different - she's not adding much to the gunfight. She triggers the internal comms, and creates a holo of herself plus some lovely electromagnetic output. She'll take her best guess on where to crank it on the spectrum to get its attention. She'll target a short distance outside the bridge.

Free: Knowledge (Earth and Life Sciences)
[roll0]

Attack or full-round?:
Create some high frequency, or extremely low raido waves. Create a mess of light (yay video options!) She'll do whatever she thinks will work best based of her knowledge and the earlier electronic disturbance earlier. She's taking a guess really. If she can't make an educated guess she'll crank up the radio signals. Mess with the internal comms.

If it only takes an attack action she will move.
Move: Continue moving in such a way to interrupt the creatures charge.


Murto (in background): "ahhh that didn't help much....i mean it did...but it's just not enough...."
Jack: "(bleep)! back up! close that door!" *alarms going of, monstrous hiss* "(bleep)...ons wedged in the door. oh (bleep) it's pulling it open....."
???(way in the background): get back! *swoosh, monstrous squeal, swishing sound* stay here and kept the door shut! im going o help Ms. In'am!
Jack:: ":good work scales! go play the hero...we got this here"


the creature pays minimum notice to the electro-magnetic disturbance, in fact smiling about it.

the beast reaches its face up and spews out a dark looking gas that fill the bridge, causing the crew and you to cough and feel like your losing your strength. most of the crew fall paralyzed, but two of then manage to stay up. they fire on the beast, creating some wounds.

(Roll a fort save)

Creature:
uses some sort of attack......whats happening......
Damage: [roll0]

crew:

Crewman #1 attack:[roll1]
Damage: [roll2]
Fort save: [roll3]

Crewman #2: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]
Fort save: [roll6]

Crewman #4: [roll7]
Damage: [roll8]
Fort save: [roll9]

Crewman #5: [roll10]
Damage: [roll11]
Fort save: [roll12]

Crewman #6: [roll13]
Damage: [roll14]
Fort save: [roll15]

Copilot 1# attack: [roll16]
Damage: [roll17]
Fort save: [roll18]

Copilot 2# attack:[roll19]
Damage: [roll20]
Fort save: [roll21]

[Elbeyon]

"Oh, you like that? You got some intelligence in you?"

She coughs into her shoulder before she raises her gun and fires.

"What you want? Some tea? Cookies?"

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack [roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]

Move: Always moving to try to prevent charges.

[hand ax ranger]

"Oh, you like that? You got some intelligence in you?"

She coughs into her shoulder before she raises her gun and fires.

"What you want? Some tea? Cookies?"

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack [roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]

Move: Always moving to try to prevent charges.

The beast leaps at the remaining crew member, but getting only one of the claws to hit. It's goes in deep however, and rhd man falls wounded.

The other tries to fire, But only shoots himself in the arm while backing up.

The beast turns to you.....and speaks in a deep, unnatural hiss "no. Your life is forfit for reasons you cannot comprehend, for your are an unfortunate witness.....and now you shall did, your body ripped to shreds and casted to the deeps of space....." it starts to creep towards you. " ....Nothing to be missed by dear old daddy.....master of a lowly band of filthy thieves, sitting on a stolen throne..."

".....for he of the plauges demands it, and so his will shall be done!"

He chases after you, Intent to tear you asunder.....


Creature:
Attack 1: [roll0]
Attack 2: [roll1]
Damage: [roll2]

Crew:
Crewman #1Attack :[roll3]
Damage: [roll4]

Crewman #4 Attack: [roll5]
Damage: [roll6]

The rest of the crew are unable to act.

[Elbeyon]

"No, no. I got an idea, a comprehension. It wouldn't be forfeit if I didn't run upon this ****ty situation. Let's say I took a right turn on the last route."

"....I wasn't born in space, but I'm fine with the depts of space... Not so much my body being ripped to shreds."

As it creeps forward cowardly slinks sideways (as she's pretty much at the front of the ship) toward the bridge door.

When it breaks into bringing up her father a glimmer of fear trades off into anger, "Hey. Stiff it. I'm daddy's little girl, and I'll make him proud. I'm not dying here, and I'll fly a space fleet up your ass."

Brave words - She runs. She relaxes her grip on the rifle and tries to dash past the creature. Figuring it'll chase her; she's helping her crew and herself at the same time. Same running start as before.

[hand ax ranger]

Before it can charge you another green creature dashes in.....Zaharg screaming a warcry wielding a big, heavy currves sword!

He swings it down on the creature. Buy it brings up it right claws to deflect it. It tries to slash at his chest, but he maneuvers the weapon so it bounces off the handle between where his hands are.

"Ms. In'am! Are you you okay? Has this beast hurt you?" he says as caring as an angry Carivalin fighting with a big sword can.

This Zaharg seems less like the nervous one you had grown to know and more like the one that fought Murto earlier today.....only even more vicious!


Zaharg:

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Creature:

Attack: [roll2]
Damage: [roll3]

[Elbeyon]

A three way dash for the same spot. Farah can't help but let out a, "Hey!", as Zaharg unexpectedly run in. She'll swing to the side like a door and let him through.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. How about you hot stuff? Frank ok?" Time for round two.

She'll set her sights on her other green target. Another beast to slay. A space horror to kill.

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack [roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]

[hand ax ranger]

He grins atbtge comment, but stays focused on the beast. He cuts into the creature, landing a solid blow. It screehes as its putrid blood starts to flow. yes....they are all alive..but they milled some of the lesser......" he is interrupted by it swiping at him. The first blowis easily dogded, while the second set of claws it parried by his sword.

"perhaps you should go....it seems mad, and you aren't as good shot as I thought you would be...."



Zaharg:

Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]
Crit confirm: [roll2]

Creature:

The beast uses a full attack round.
Attack 1: [roll3]
Damage: [roll4]
Crit confirm: [roll5]

Attack 2: [roll6]
Damage: [roll7]
Crit confirm: [roll8]

[Elbeyon]

It's good to hear everyone is alright. Though she frowns at the brazen truth about her skills. She quips, "Ah. Shut up. Everyone's a critic today."

"I'll be fine as long as you're here. You fall. I fall. I'm not running away."

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack [roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]

[thedisputednewt]

Errol leaps backwards firing clumsily at the creatures and tries to get around the corner.
Do I make attack rolls or something?

[hand ax ranger]

It's good to hear everyone is alright. Though she frowns at the brazen truth about her skills. She quips, "Ah. Shut up. Everyone's a critic today."

"I'll be fine as long as you're here. You fall. I fall. I'm not running away."

Attack [roll0]
Damage [roll1]
Crit attack [roll2]
Crit Damage [roll3]

Zaharg hefts the blade above his head, then hacks down into it's head. the blade now sticking out of it's skull the beats flails about, trying to slash for a second before falling to it's knees. Zaharg outs his foot to the shoulder, pulling the blade loose. the beast falls limp and motionless as dark putrid purple pours from the massive divide in it's head.

he flicks the fluid of the blade then rests it on his shoulder. " There. that ends that......."



Zaharg:
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

Creature:

Attack 1: [roll2]
Damge:[roll3]

Attack 2: [roll4]
Damage: [roll5]

[Elbeyon]

"....yeah." She'll walk up and double tap the creature. "What a *beeping* mess." Her head shakes.

"Yep! Looks dead! Thanks for the help. I guess my lock down wasn't quick enough. Do what you can to continue helping the crew." Not much of an order; her bearings are a little off. A couple of bodies around. Some dead. Some knocked out. She'll check on the ones slashed by the creature, checking their wounds, and to see if they're still alive. Helping the living ones to there feet.

It's not really her job to be medic though. She'll call in whatever aid she can. She'll start checking in around the ship. Getting reports on the situation.

"Keep us steady for now Cora."

[Elbeyon]

She's very busy going around the room doing things. Still, she stops partway past Zaharg and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Come on. Get to it."

[hand ax ranger]

Falah

"....yeah." She'll walk up and double tap the creature. "What a *beeping* mess." Her head shakes.

"Yep! Looks dead! Thanks for the help. I guess my lock down wasn't quick enough. Do what you can to continue helping the crew." Not much of an order; her bearings are a little off. A couple of bodies around. Some dead. Some knocked out. She'll check on the ones slashed by the creature, checking their wounds, and to see if they're still alive. Helping the living ones to there feet.

It's not really her job to be medic though. She'll call in whatever aid she can. She'll start checking in around the ship. Getting reports on the situation.

"Keep us steady for now Cora."


She's very busy going around the room doing things. Still, she stops partway past Zaharg and gives him a peck on the cheek. "Come on. Get to it."

Cora Replies with a beep "No problem.....should i go head and find out if they'e been any damage to the ship?"

As you kiss Zaharg on the cheek they glow red, showing his true emotion across his face. He is frozen in place as his mind process what just happened.....he clears his throat as he snaps to quickly, throwing the blade up on his shoulder and starts walking out fast with a stupid awkward grin on his face. "Right! going...stuff ...to go do...going....to do it. Bye."

he leaves you to what you were going t do.....


Drea
You sat at the table with you Deriki brethren. most of then are young males and females armed and dedicated to the protection of the priest that sits with you...there was a cute cop, but he walked off. who knows what happened to him...

the room itself is truly not very special, but now that they have set up the tables to barricade the doorways the room had become a defensive point...or a deathtrap. The others wanted to take on the....the things....head on, but the priest suggested against it. truly it seems a good idea now, as the screams and the screeches seem haunting now. what ever was out there....it would be better if they came to you.

The Rifle brings a sort of comfort: a familiar tool used to protect yourself and makes things very dead. your cutlass blade weigh down on your hip, a good option if the were to get close...though from what you saw your animal brain tells you tht distance will keep you alive. the U.S military garb you wear, likely for bragging rights or to show your background, cannot help with the chills running up your spine as eyes peer at you from deep within the newly formed black.

the priest speaks aloud in your native tongue. "stay together! hold this spot until we know what it is we're challenged by. i sense evil.....evil beyond even that of mere mortals...." he puts his hands together and prays....

[Notnagel Blade]

I kick over another tabel to set up a barrier. "Keep your head up and your ass down. If the enemy gets past the first barrier you run. You life is more important than our Deriki pride. " I put one of the 50 round mags in my rifle.

[Elbeyon]

Cora Replies with a beep "No problem.....should i go head and find out if they'e been any damage to the ship?"She watches Zaharg leave. A, "Yes. Keep you're post.", gets pushed out from the side of her head while she keeps an eye on the door. After Zaharg is gone she'll turn back to looking at the downed crew.

"*Beep* It looks like it's just me and you now." That blast door needs closed. She makes her way to it and tries a few buttons on it to get it to shut. If she'll have to she'll pop open some circuits to try to get it closed.

"Cora. Give me as much information as you can. Damage. Out going messages. The whole package. How *Beeped* up are we."

She sends a comm to Murto. "Status report. You still having fun fighting?"

[hand ax ranger]

Drea

I kick over another tabel to set up a barrier. "Keep your head up and your ass down. If the enemy gets past the first barrier you run. You life is more important than our Deriki pride. " I put one of the 50 round mags in my rifle.
Out from the darkened hallway the creatures rush you, red eyes projecting from skeletal faces. Foam drips from their fanged mass as screeches escape out, seeming to cheer on the slaughter.

Your Deriki brethen yell out a war cry and approach the barricade. Rifles point out a blades ready to draw blood for the vile beast. The old priest stretches out his fists, sending forth a fanatic prayer as his hands glow.

The beast are almost on you all....
(Roll initiative)


Falah

She watches Zaharg leave. A, "Yes. Keep you're post.", gets pushed out from the side of her head while she keeps an eye on the door. After Zaharg is gone she'll turn back to looking at the downed crew.

"*Beep* It looks like it's just me and you now." That blast door needs closed. She makes her way to it and tries a few buttons on it to get it to shut. If she'll have to she'll pop open some circuits to try to get it closed.

"Cora. Give me as much information as you can. Damage. Out going messages. The whole package. How *Beeped* up are we."

She sends a comm to Murto. "Status report. You still having fun fighting?"

Cora blurts out a syllable of numbers, a thing she does as she calculates.

"We've got damage to the engines along with the destruction of our P.L.D......so I have no clue where we are in space. That would be bad right? Oh...and they killed a lot of people..there's that."

Murto pages in:

Murto: *warcry, gunshots, sqealing* "die you smelly (BLEEP)...ugh....yes captain! Simply loving to be splattered in what ever the stuff they are made of is....I swaer if the stuff is acid I'm going to be very angry.....shall I keep one alive for you to "experiment" on?""

You press the button required to close the doors. They seal, leaving you alone with the beast.....that starts to decompose.

Crae

You awaken in the room...head still groggy from when the cabinet fell on you....still counting your blessing it stopped those..those things from seeing you. But what monsters bowers they! They tore everyone they saw apart, like wild animals with an unsatifiable taste for bloodshed.

You frown at the relisation that you had left your rifle in the room you were bunked in. The bodies, or rather what were left of them, gave the impression that this would qualify the big guns being used inside. The screeches have left the area though... So you SHOULD be safe for now.

[wkwkwkwk1]

Feeling her belt for her laser pistol and sword, Crae leans on her tail and slowly gets up, nearly falling over a few times.

"****. Geez, I don't remember the room spinning like this."

Unconsciously, the starts to pick at the forming scab, flicking dried blood off her eyelids.

"Where the hell is everyone? Where the hell is my room? Oh ****ing headache."

This is what I meant by "buying equipment in-game". It makes sense for her to have a laser pistol, and I had been thinking about a high-frequency sword, so hopefully we can handwave it as we go :smalltongue:

[hand ax ranger]

Feeling her belt for her laser pistol and sword, Crae leans on her tail and slowly gets up, nearly falling over a few times.

"****. Geez, I don't remember the room spinning like this."

Unconsciously, the starts to pick at the forming scab, flicking dried blood off her eyelids.

"Where the hell is everyone? Where the hell is my room? Oh ****ing headache."

This is what I meant by "buying equipment in-game". It makes sense for her to have a laser pistol, and I had been thinking about a high-frequency sword, so hopefully we can handwave it as we go :smalltongue:

Thats fine with me but you cannot use that sword for two reasons:

1. You cannot even use it because you lack the archaic weapons proficancy feat. It was a home brew I added in.

2. I already refused to let someone else start out with that so it would be unfair especially as they actually saved their point for it. Plus they were Blade...so no favorites.

The room has been torn to shred by the creatures. Body parts and scrap litter the floor. The room is dark, but light pours in through the door way......

[Notnagel Blade]

I point the gun at the hideous beast
"Yeesh this thing is more ugly than Wilson on Sunday!"

[Elbeyon]

Cora blurts out a syllable of numbers, a thing she does as she calculates.

"We've got damage to the engines along with the destruction of our P.L.D......so I have no clue where we are in space. That would be bad right? Oh...and they killed a lot of people..there's that."

Murto pages in:

Murto: *warcry, gunshots, sqealing* "die you smelly (BLEEP)...ugh....yes captain! Simply loving to be splattered in what ever the stuff they are made of is....I swaer if the stuff is acid I'm going to be very angry.....shall I keep one alive for you to "experiment" on?""

You press the button required to close the doors. They seal, leaving you alone with the beast.....that starts to decompose.The thing decomposing in front of her. That's unexpected. What the *beep* is that stuff? Her curiosity getting the better of her, and she knows she needs to find answers. She comms Murto right back, a pause carries over the radio in her silence, "Do what you can to get me what I need. *Beep* em. Fight well." Hollow words of encouragement. She may have ordered more to their deaths.

She starts making he way back to the creature that proved to be so much trouble. On the way she pulled a small box from her belt. A few plain-looking rods inside. The larger one found its way to her hand and through a technical grip the top started to shimmy and morph into a bladed tool. Her handy kits always by her side. She stuck the thing with her blade.

The horrors seem to have a connection to energy of sorts.

"Cora. Keep the crew appraised of all pertinent information. Dance on your circuits. Treat the ship like a battlefield to play tactics upon."

She herself needed to find out more about these suckers. Brute force didn't work for the heavy weight nearby. Her little ship compared to it won't stand a chance. She needs to find something to play to her advantage.

The thing falling apart in front of her might provide the clue she needs. She keeps slicing at it. "Why are you decomposing", she ponders aloud to herself. "You're not rotting... I hope." She really doesn't need some type of super flesh dissolving microbes on her hands. "What, now that you're non-function you can't persist? But, why?"

Knowledge (Earth and Life Sciences) on the Space Horror.
[roll0]

Let me know if I should roll something else.

[Notnagel Blade]

Best thing to do is look for away to see if there's anyone else on the ship alive. Strength in numbers and all that *BEEP* I call out to the others "Hey is there a com system around here? We need to figure out if there's anyone else on the ship and where they are.

[wkwkwkwk1]

Got that, no problem :smallwink:

What kind of blade-like sidearms use the simple weapon proficiency, then?

Holding her laser pistol in one hand, Crae searches the room for anything of interest.

Crae has low-light vision, so the light filtering through the door should be enough, right?

[hand ax ranger]

Got that, no problem :smallwink:

What kind of blade-like sidearms use the simple weapon proficiency, then?

Holding her laser pistol in one hand, Crae searches the room for anything of interest.

Crae has low-light vision, so the light filtering through the door should be enough, right?

you search around and see some broken cabniets and such. the broken remains of the crew and passengers are strewn across the room.

you hear noises coming from outside the door, and shadows loom through it.