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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Jawohl!
Still in Deutschland Bobster? Enjoy your Biers und Frauleins while you can. Well... at least the beers... oh and can't forget Bratwurst.
Posted on 2007-08-08 at 06:01:02.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Coolness
Excellent work Eol! Very nice pictures.
Olan, I can't find Damanil's character sheet anywhere. I may have to fill up one again unless you happen to have the original lying around somewhere.
Posted on 2007-08-08 at 05:55:50.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Pictures!
Pics would be great Eol!
If you want some idea how I've imagined Damanil (feel free to use your illusion) here's a picture by Brom: Damanil Shadoran
Posted on 2007-08-03 at 19:11:07.
Edited on 2007-08-03 at 19:12:10 by Raven
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Damn you guys post fast
As the clouds moved closer, the jedi kept surprising Damanil with his powers with his declaration: "I do not sense that they mean us any harm." His green eyes locked into where Caise's blind ones would be under the veil. I'm glad we're on the same side, jedi... At least for now.
Sure, the bounty hunter had heard his share of stories about the jedi. He'd even seen a few on Coruscant and other worlds as well, but never before had he personally met one, let alone witnessed their powers at close. Sensing someone's intentions might seem like a small feat for some, including the jedi himself, but to Damanil it was like magic - wondrous and scary at the same time. Can you read thoughts as well... I wonder.
Returning his attention to the landspeeders, the redhead checked his weapons, again. One could never check a weapon too often. Better to be doubly safe than sorry. It had kept him alive more than once. Despite his relaxed appearance, Damani's muscles tensioned as the windscreens opened. Fortunately, the blind jedi had been correct. The arrivals posed no threat - two kids from a nearby farm and an ithorian. None seemed to be carrying.
Introductions were given and Damanil nodded at his name. Still somewhat wary about the newcomers, he was wondering about their willingness to help total strangers and ones armed to the teeth at that. Apparently good will still existed in the world. He watched the exchange silently while taking in everyone's attitude, behavior and such. It was his way. He needed to know people - all kinds of people - in his line of work. He needed to know how someone would react in different situations. It was his way. The way of a hunter.
The Jedi's words broke the redheaded bounty hunter's silence. "The tongue is one of the most difficult things in the galaxy to hold, is it not?" He couldn't help the chuckle, quiet as it was. Damanil started to like the guy more and more every minute. Well, being saved from a certain death by someone tends to make one feel positive towards that someone. But Damanil had never heard anybody mention about a jedi with a sense of humor. This one certainly had some.
It was only then that Damanil became aware of something. He looked down at himself and cursed under his breath. He was still wearing his TDF suit. The clothes suddenly felt even more uncomfortable than the time he first got into them. Damned he hated uniforms. More often than not, they meant trouble. Though he was a member of the Guild and had documents to prove the legitimacy of his profession, officials on many worlds seemed to dislike men like him. People who hunted other people for money.
And now he was one of the officials. Damned And these locals would think of him as one of the local military, a lackey of the government. And if there was one thing Damanil Shadoran hated more than uniforms, it was working for governments. Yeah, they paid good money at times and kept their part of a deal. But boy did they push hard sometimes and they were tough to negotiate with. Shrugging, the former soldier eyed the locals. They weren't concerned about him. It was almost as if he didn't exist. That's fine by me. Just the way I like it.
But the uniform still posed a problem. If the kids thought him to be a part of the Tanaab Defense Force, he couldn't go ditching the suit without arousing suspicion. The last thing Damanil and his new companions wanted was attention of the officials. There might be other corrupted individuals amongst them, just like in the military. Tanaab didn't exactly host the most stable of governments. Still, Jaal, Jeena and Umalad seemed to be more worried about how the old man would take the presence of the jedi at his farm. Naah. It'll be ok.
Posted on 2007-08-03 at 18:43:50.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: ..continued
So he'd lived through another day, another job, another crash-landing. Well the first part he wasn't too sure about yet. But beating the odds of hitting the ground in a nearly out-of-control escape pod sure made Damanil feel that way.
Things didn't look too good. He'd lost his target and bounty and had crashed on the surface of the back-water world Tanaab and was now stuck with a blind jedi and a couple of others. No communication. No holo-map. No rations. All they had were their weapons, but the bounty hunter had no idea whether Tanaab hosted any edible animals.
Eyeing the horizon, something suddenly caught the red-headed human's sharp, green eyes. A cloud of dust was moving towards them and probably wouldn't be bringing love and happiness in its wake. "Someone is coming.", Damanil stated in an even, but somewhat tight voice.
Immediately his professional mind started looking for places they could hide in or at the very least defend themselves. But in addition to the wreckage there were only a couple of odd trees here and there providing very little cover. Binos would be nice. Damanil wouldv'e given a thousand creds (well at least a hundred) for macro binoculars. But his were in his backpack on board the DR-400 and it seemed the others had none available either.
Posted on 2007-08-01 at 07:01:29.
Edited on 2007-08-01 at 17:23:29 by t_catt11
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Ginafae...
Oh, I'd love to play with Ginafae again. We had such a good time hmm.. 2-3? years ago.
Miss you, Gajendra. 
Posted on 2007-07-27 at 20:47:00.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Hush!
So you had to say it aloud, didn't you? Now we're dead as a stone for sure. (Don't give Al any ideas, ok?)
Olan: "For the record, I'm stunned that we're all still alive."
Alacrity: "Oh yeah?, You thinking I'm getting soft with age, Oleo? Let's see how you guys handle this! And This!! AND THIS!!!"
Posted on 2007-07-26 at 17:44:06.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Jeesh dude, you trying to kill us so soon?
Kilgim had no clue where the sudden flash of an idea had come from. He certainly had had no previous meeting with such creatures before, but something in the back of his brain had urged him to try the beer. The cleric risked another beat of his heart to watch the alcohol take effect on the green goo before grabbing his twin-axe holy symbol and starting the chants of a healing prayer.
Char's call caught his ear, but there was nothing he could do. Arien would have to survive on his own, or with the help of Dapple at least. And after all hell had broken loose and taken the lot of them by surprise, the group suddenly started being just that - a group.
With most of his concentration aimed at Maximus, the bald dwarf cast a couple of glances at his other companions and allowed himself a little smile. They were going to make it through the day... or at least this fight. Dapple and Arien, with the help of the still sleepy mage worked like a team and dropped the Blue without further damage to themselves.
And then the fight was over. Smell of burning flesh, dirt and blood mixed up into something quite unpleasant, but at the same time an all too familiar smell from the battlefields of Kilgim's past. In another situation, the priest would have allowed himself to be taken over by the memories of past glory and loss of friends, but now was not the time. His companions needed him and his God.
All in all things were not going too well. They were barely into the ruins and already more than half of their number were seriously injured and in need of immediate attention. Moving from one patient to another binding wounds, but still withholding the magic of Clangeddin, Kilgim cleared his throat.
"Lads. Me thinks we might need t' pull back fer 'ealin', fer me spells are runnin' out soon. Or if ye wish t' move on, usin' Dwan's potions could be wise now." Letting the others think awhile, Kilgim adjusts the bandage on Arien's wound.
"But if'n well run now, the Imps'll 'ave time to rearrange their defense or flee. Your call."
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 07:53:31.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Live and let live
There came the familiar whistle Frank had been expecting, followed immediately by an ear drum blowing explosion. The blast wave sent fragments of glass, brick and furniture flying through the hole in the wall where a window had been only a heartbeat earlier. Subconsciously, Guardian could feel some of the debris hitting his body armor and a couple of pieces of glass bite into his flesh, but the adrenaline wave kicked in by his Sandevistan booster chip pushed all that into the background.
All the while - which seemed like forever thanks to the ref boost - the big bodyguard was lying on the stairs covering Peacekeeper's slim form with his own, his eyes were locked into the scene at the van. DS had made it safely within the cover of the metal can along with the two others. But then something strange happened. Just as he was getting back on his feet, Frank's augmented eye zoomed in to see Frank and the other guy point their guns at each other. Had there been time Frank would've cursed as the sound of a single shot caught his ear.
With reflexes far better than normal, the black man pushed himself into motion and past the smoky window. Screams and groans filled his ears as he made his way down the remaining steps of the fire escape. In some other situation with other people involved, Guardian would've spent a precious second to help the woman up, but he knew it would've been just a waste of time now. Peacekeeper was more than capable of taking care of herself.
As the heavy combat boots connected with the tarmac with an loud thud, Guardian bent his knees somewhat both to absorb the impact and to launch himself into a run. Despite his big form, the black tec-leather covered bodyguard could move fast when needed. In his eyes he could still see the bright flash of the Mark II's muzzle, but as he ran he could also see that he still had his job. The Media was in one piece and apparently unharmed and his own Sternmeyer was fixed at the other guy's head. Damned. You nearly fucked this up, Frank. Can't let it happen again.
Guardian's first instinct was to put a nice .44 slug through the man's brain. He wouldn't even have had to stop to drop the fracker. Then again, DS could've done the same already, but hadn't. Apparently the worst part of the exchange was already over. But something had to be done for it not to happen again...
Reaching the superficial safety of the van, Guardian's Armalite was still pointing at Spiff, but he forced himself to turn his eyes back at the Hole for a second to take in the scene. "Scribe, keep your piece aimed at his head." Watching Croaker and the rest of his team pull back, Guardian's voice got even more serious and he moved his black eyes back at the fixer. "You will hand over your gun to Scribe now. I will not ask again."
Posted on 2007-07-25 at 07:06:24.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Thanks
That clears things a lot. Just one more question. Did Guardian see/hear the exchange between Spiff and DS? I know he's lying on top of a very beautiful woman, but despite that, the big bodyguard will be moving quickly since the Sandevistan is still pumping adrenalin into his system.
Edit: Ok, so he heard it and definitely turned his head to see it too, right?
Posted on 2007-07-16 at 18:46:28.
Edited on 2007-07-16 at 18:47:26 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Hold your horses
Just my 2 cents...
Brom makes the call what happens and when, so let's not get carried away here. As for Spiff's future... It's pretty much the same to Guardian if he shoots DS or the camera - his employer's life has been threatened and that's quite enough to get the big guy angry. And no one wants to be on the receiving end of his anger...
So I'm hoping Guardian can get down before you fire at DS... For Spiff's sake.
Posted on 2007-07-14 at 14:17:31.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Hmm
For a moment the battle appeared to be going their way again. The inital shock caused by the prowess of the Greens was pushed aside and be it numbers or skill, Kilgim and his companions managed to drop the second one as well.
But the green-skinned men had a twist of their own to change the flow of things. Apparently the weapons of the group were not potent enough to damage them. First Char threw a perfect blow into a mutated man's side - a blow which should by all books have been leathal. But the blade didn't even bite. Then the bald dwarf dodged a blow and moved in bringing both his axes down in crescent-like swing, but the magically empowered edges of the weapons seemed to hit an invisible stone wall where the skin of the creature should be. "By the Fires o'Moradin! What 'r ye made of?"
Arien appeared to have some more success with the fiery blade of his and both Dapple and Adrian were offering more sources of fire to battle the green-skinned men. But before Kilgim was able to change his tactics from attack to defense and grab a torch or lanter, the battle took another twist - another nasty twist.
Apparently covered by magical invisibility like Kilgim's two companions before, another imperial appeared. And this time, it wasn't "merely" a green, but a blue guard - one of the powerful warriors whose lives were dedicated into protecting the high-ups of the Empire. And this one didn't seem to be lacking skill either. Before the cleric had time to swallow, his friend had his sword thrown off from his hand and the blue was about to finish Arien off.
He had to do something... There was a prayer that might help, but as Kilgim blocked another blow from his own opponent, he witnessed another of his companions go down and this time accompanied by a gush of blood. "Maximus!"
At the very moment Char and Valentine moved in with the fire, and Dapple was nearby as well. It gave Kilgim the break he needed. There was no time to worry about Arien now, the knight would have to manage another heartbeat. Maximus's arm looked bad and the big man was gagging for air.
Hope me prayer's are powerful 'nuff, laddie. Kilgim dropped on his knees beside the former gladiator and called for the powers of Clangeddin..
OOC: Plan is to at least stabilize the big guy and perhaps heal him enough to take part in the combat again. Not holding my breath here. :/
Posted on 2007-06-28 at 07:05:17.
Edited on 2007-06-28 at 07:09:41 by Raven
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Hope you hit the window, Croaker!
It all was happening fast - almost too fast. The Mexican standoff suddenly became a chaos of shouting people and screaming bullets. But then again, they all knew it would. Precious time had been wasted on bitterness and anger, but from Guardian's point of view, there had been nothing else he could do. Even though all their lives were pretty close to coming to an end in a few seconds time, priorities still mattered. DigitalScribe was still his boss and the one calling the shots for him.
Fortunately Croaker gave it up and saw the foolishness of the situation too: “Guardian help Peacekeeper cover the fire escape for pursuing Wild Things, give her this” Pulling the second police SMG off his shoulder he threw it lightly to Guardian. “Scribe, help Spiff and Firewind get the girl to the parking lot to the South, call Bullseye at this number, tell him to meet you there. I’m headed to back up Preacher and Coyote and hold off the Wild Things till you get loaded. Once loaded call me at this number and Guardian at his.”
The big black man nodded to Croaker and in one smooth flowing move lowered his huge handgun, swung around on his hard leather soles of his combat boots and lifted his left hand in time to catch the flying sub. The movement never stopped as the bald bodyguard started heading back up. He knew it wasn't really a wise thing to do right now. To him, he and Frankie should've bailed out right away and left this lot on their own. But once again DS had made the decision for them and Frank would respect that.
With his feet slipping slightly on the wet metal grills, Guardian made his way quickly past the two men heading down. Automatically and without giving it another thought, the bodyguard checked that Firewind and Spiff weren't going to pop extra ventilation holes into Scribe's head as they headed down. “Croaker asked me to give this to you,” he said in his deep voice as he held the weapon out to the bounty hunter barrel first. “They need to make sure the back end is covered.” That said, Guardian returned his handgun to a ready position and began to make his way back down the stairs, keeping pace with Peacekeeper and moving his sights along the windows.
Thinking he could waste another second, Frank stopped and rolled his big, leatherish-kevlar covered shoulders to loosen up his muscles and checked again that his Kendachi blade well within reach. A sweet wave of pain ran through his upper arms and neck reminding the big man of some neglected hours at the gym. Wiping the rain from his forehead, Guardian resumed the advance.
...only to stop again, but this time not of his own free will, as the 2nd story window was obliterated by a wave of hot lead. As if with a life of its own, the Armalite swung towards the window guided by the smartlink. Just as it did, one of the bullets found a target and tried to penetrate Guardian's Gibsons right under his knee. But fortunately it wasn't an AP and the battlegear was able to shake it off. The leg inside the armor nearly wasn't though and almost gave in under the impact.
Frank could see ten or so of the gangers inside - all armed to the teeth and knew he had nearly no time to act. He needed to move fast now - faster than his reflexes normally would let him. Sending a mental command to activate the Sandevistan chip inside the back of his skull, Guardian took a couple of steps backward to avoid another direct hit. There was no way the two of them were going to get past the hole in the wall in one piece, or even alive.
It was as if Croaker had read his mind. Grenade. We need a fragging grenade! “Grenade on the way, cover yourselves” Frank could hear the familiar "plop" of the launcher two stories down and threw himself flat on the fire escape trying to take Peacekeeper down as well and cover the beautiful bounty hunter from the explosion as well as as possible.
Posted on 2007-06-23 at 08:22:45.
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Topic: bragging on my child...
Subject: Way to go
Congrats to Caleb and you too Olan, old friend. What makes me especially happy for you is the fact that your boy's been so keen on practicing himself, not because you want him to.
That's where many parents go wrong (not that I ever imagined you would). Often it's the dad who, after the kid's initial enthusiasm, keeps the hobby going on even if the child doesn't enjoy it anymore. I know mine did. I kept on swimming for years before I was big enough to say "no more." For a boy of 12-13, having pool practice six times a week (doing 1.5-2 miles every time) and a "dry" training once a week is just too much, if his heart is not in it. Mine wasn't. Haven't done much sports since. Kinda killed my interest... and it shows. 
Like you said - a valuable lesson for Caleb, but one for you parents as well.
Posted on 2007-06-15 at 07:57:08.
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Topic: The Guiding Light Recruitment Thread (formerly known as A New D&D game - players needed)
Subject: Oh boy
Oh how I'd like to join, but I really can't. I'm finding difficulties posting the games in part of as it is, and another would only ruin them all. Tempted, I am. Very much so.
I do miss Zibli, Runyacath and Ira a lot. *wink*
Posted on 2007-06-02 at 22:00:09.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Don't get me wrong
No, don't go changing anything. Brom will rule of course, but until you actually shoot (hope you don't), that sounds good enough for me.
She might feel she has the shot, but still Peacekeeper is just another character like Guardian or Croaker and we're all supposed to be on the same level, so to speak. So she won't automatically hit everything (read Guardian), at least not necessarily well enough to drop him before he pulls of a shot of his own.
But what I mean to say is - your post was just ok by me. I was only wondering "aloud". Oops! Don't mean to tell anyone how to play either. Guess that's the DM/GM in me talking again. Sorry.
Posted on 2007-06-02 at 21:57:03.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Edit done
Ok, I edited my post so that Frank and Frankie didn't miraculously teleport from the fire escape to stand beside the opposite wall.
Btw. What's the chance of Peacekeeper getting a shot through the metal grills of the escape stairway and hitting Guardian? Not that he is willing to risk it.
Posted on 2007-06-02 at 13:26:25.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: stand off
“Frankie its cool, no gun play between us I swear, just lower the damn firescape and get out of our way. After that you and your friend can do what ya want just hurry.”
The Armalite had been pointing at Croaker's face the second the man had rounded the corner and didn't even flinch at the cowboy's words. Whatever happened next, the guy in his aims would be first to die even if his input would decide to gun Guardian down first. The cybernetic link would see to that.
The rain was still running down the bodyguard's face and long black leather jacket, and he had to blink every now and then to keep his sights clear. It would be time to leave the scene soon. Sure, it wasn't exactly the hi-fly area of the city or corp-zone, but the gunfire had doubtlessly caught the attention of some part of the NCPD, and a strike force or two would be on the way soon - very soon. Still, Guardian made no move. It was Scribe's call again. Besides, when the cops get here, the pretty killer's blown our heads to pieces already anyway.
“You’ve got an entire gang with their panties in a bunch, Richard,” Frankie slicked back his TechHair ™ with his left hand, his right still holding his Sternmeyer, though it was at his side as the stairs were presented to the nomad. “I think you could use a little extra help right now. Guardian’s one of the best… and who knows, I might be able to hit something now and again. What say you?”
Before Croaker had time to reply, a pair of feet came clanking down the fire escape. Things were suddenly starting look a lot worse than a minute ago. Guardian and the media were now caught between two possible enemies and the tightness of the alley made it nearly impossible from them to escape. Either they'd have to take Croaker's word for it or do something immediately. Apparently though, Frankie was trying to strike a deal with Croaker and that would be just fine with the big black man. The less bullets there would be flying through the air, the more chances they had to make through this in one piece.
"How did you get here?", the voice was male and didn't hold the confidence of a solo or a bounty hunter, but that didn't surprise Guardian. The fact that he had heard someone coming before he'd felt the cold steel of a barrel behind his ear, had told him it wasn't Peacekeeper that was coming down. The chica would not blow a surprise when she had one - no pro would.
Still aiming at Croaker's forehead, Frank reached out with his free hand and grabbed the media's shoulder to make sure he would stay close. "Watch the back and tell me if she turns up." Slowly, and with his gaze drilling through Richard's eyes, the bodyguard maneuvered them into a slightly better position to offer himself a full view of the situation and to make smaller targets of DS and himself. With his back against the wall, Guardian risked a quick glance upwards when Croaker reached for his handset.
The second man was just stepping through to the fire escape carrying the unconscious girl. And Peacekeeper would be right behind him. The fact that the bounty hunter stayed behind told Frank a couple of things. First of all, It was the ko'd girl they were after - it was not a simple assassination assignment. She was covering their backs because she needed the target safe and sound, not because she was worried about her companions. He didn't know the chica personally of course, but Frank was pretty sure she valued her own life over that of some random guns she'd been forced to work with. And secondly - Peacekeeper didn't know DigitalScribe and Guardian were there, yet.
"Ok Croaker, your chica is on her way down here and unless you wish to have an extra ventilation hole in your head, I suggest you let her know we're the good guys. And do it soon, my finger's getting tired."
Posted on 2007-05-31 at 07:57:15.
Edited on 2007-06-02 at 13:23:41 by Raven
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Aye, a battle at last
The ambush hadn't gone exactly the way they'd planned. Or in fact, it hadn't gone quite the opposite, judging from the sounds on the other side of the door. Taking Greens by surprise was apparently something, that could not be done even by the masters of stealth.
"We go." The determination in Char's voice could not be missed and Kilgim was filled with the same feeling. Our mates 'urt, 'n ye'll regret ye were born, ye maggot-eatin' Imps. Brandishing his axes, the cleric followed the ranger and the gladiator to the frey.
A quick assessment of the situation later, it seemed to the bald dwarf, that his friend and new companion were still amongst the living. The mage was down, but not bleeding - not necessarily a good thing, but there was nothing to be done about his situation right now. Poison and he's already dead or sleeping. Magic - and Kilgim would need more time to find out. That would have to wait now.
A number of green-skinned things (Kilgim couldn't exactly make out what they were) had been caught by a magical web and were of no concern at the very moment. The two greens on the other hand were. Outnumbered two to one, the Imperials didn't appear too worried...
And that nearly turned the stout warrior's stomach inside out. He had no doubt they could take the two, though it might not be as easy as some other opponents. But where there were two Greens, there would be more. And most probably Reds too.
Maximus was engaging the "free" Green and Kilgim moved in to help him. But even with two opponents, the enemy soldier moved impossibly fast and managed to dodge one of his blows with practiced ease. But Blackaxe was an extent of the dwarf's arm and flew through the air with terrible precision taking a nasty cut in the man's side.
"Ye dare to enter our lands, Imp, but ye'll never leave!" Moving a bit to the side, but keeping the web-caught thingies in sight, Kilgim tries to place the Green directly between himself and the huge gladiator.
Posted on 2007-05-17 at 09:16:47.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Ouh yeah
Damn I'm good!, the line from ancient movie came to Frank's mind as he double-tapped at the third guard and dropped him. It wasn't the way he felt however, not even close. Sure, the suckers had been begging for it and Guardian didn't really feel for them or their families. As far as he was concerned, this was war. And in war, there were casualties. His job... His job was to make sure the ones in the body bags were from the other side, not theirs.
But despite the fact that he had just dropped three of the Wild Things and ones armed with rifles at that, it didn't make him feel like he was having a walk in the park. He was good and he knew it, but over-confidence only got one killed. He'd only been able to gun them do so easily, because the enemy was not (and he had to be honest here) - the enemy was not that good. And what really made his point...
“See the other one?” Guardian whispered, craning his neck to peer past Frankie’s arms where the media held his weapon up close to his chest. There was a pause and then DigitalScribe said, “Yup.”
The camera turned just as Frankie did, catching the media popping off his shots. He hadn’t been as confident as his bodyguard in his ability to hit such a small target as the head; hoping to hit anything, he’d gone for main mass. The man fell backward, his arms flailing about as he vanished from view.
“Holy… I hit him,” Frankie breathed in awe at his own luck and then quickly turned back to peer at the bodyguard. “I frackin’ hit him!”
Be it due to his time spent with the Media or not, the moment froze for a fraction of a second and Guardian saw a still shot of sorts or an imaginary strip of a comic book in his mind. That and Scribe's comment turned the situation ridiculous for a moment. There had been led flying around just a heartbeat ago and here was Frankie grinning like a teenager who'd seen tits for the first time. It was just so absurd that it made the black man chuckle.
But the thing was far from over and they both new it. Closeness of death and the possibility of getting killed had a habit of turning people serious. And the comedy of DigitalScribe's joy was quickly washed away by reality. They basically had two choices now - they'd either have to go in or get out. And picking his favorite didn't take too long for the bodyguard. But once again, it was his employer who'd have to make the decision.
“Let’s see what we see through the windows, big guy,” The media was up and moving before Frank could protest.
Dropping to the fire escape as quietly as he could, Frankie made his way to the stairs and, weapon in hand, camera following his gaze, moved to the top story where he could get a good look in through the window. Shrugging, Guardian followed suite.
One of the things that made a successful bodyguard was the skill and speed with which one could assess every situation, especially the scene of gunfight the duo was witnessing. It simply would not do to notice an assailant when the bullet was already in the air or the knife was making its way through an employer's jacket. No, Guardian had learned a long time ago how to read people and scenes - quickly and efficiently.
There was Peacekeeper again with her two associates. Now that he was viewing her handiwork so close, Guardian could see for the first time that she was really as good her reputation claimed. The trio had apparently walked into the den of the gangers through all the guards, carrying their weapons. And despite the fact that the building was filled with armed-to-the-teeth Wild Things, they'd popped the life out of the gang's number one. Just like that.
But Frank now had to think further. The two of them were hunched on the fire escape and it was very probable that someone would be coming to check on the rooftop guards very soon. And what was even more certain, was that the beautiful bountyhunter and her choombas, were going to get some company too. And if the trio of assassins were not going to shoot their way through the whole building, they would have only one way to get out ...
"Scribe. You do know we can't stay here for long, right? There'll be some leather and led coming our way from the top soon and that girl of yours... She's going to use the same route to escape as we are. And despite the heat of the battle, she may still decide it's safer to shoot us first and ask questions later even if she does recognize us not being the enemy. You getting me? So I'd say we either take a hike and fast, or we somehow let them know we're on their side... sort of."
Posted on 2007-05-14 at 07:20:19.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: I can fly?
Guardian shrugged. Hell, money had made a decision and if money said he was going to jump, then he was. No sense to fight it. He'd known from the start that signing up with the vid-jockey would be dangerous - it always was. It just wasn't this kind of danger he'd had in mind.
Frank threw a glance at his employer. DigitalScribe seemed fairly confident and very much like a man wasn't born yesterday. The shoulder rig had seen better days and so had the media's other gear and the man too, but hell... with acid raining down from the heavens and all, who hadn't?
The big, black leather covered bodyguard took another look at the gap between the two buildings. Five meters, maybe a bit more. Not too bad unless he slipped on runway. He'd make it, but would Frankie?
DS apparently read his mind, but had an idea. “I guess if we aim for the other side of the fire escape, should we jump short, we’ll hit the fire escape instead of falling to our deaths. But if we make it, then we’ll be that much better off.”
Nodding, Guardian could see his point. "Aye, it'll make a helluva lot more noise, but I'd take that over falling any day." With a wolfish grin, he wiped his dark bald head dry with one hand and checked the holster of his handgun with the other. "Just remember, bro - I ain't no Spidey or Superman, if you fall, you fall. I'm not jumpin' after you."
"Ready?", Frank had no time to reply before Scribe was on his way. Though his start was quite slow, the media managed to gather enough speed and place his jump well enough to make it across. It was a close call and his landing was far from perfect and both looked and sounded painful, but he was a big boy and would live... at least a few seconds more.
Guardian didn't wait to see if DS had really hurt himself or not, but braced his powerful legs on the rooftop and launched himself to a quick sprint. Eight steps, maybe ten was all he had, but despite the wet leather he was wearing and the hardware he was carrying, the huge form of the black bodyguard sailed easily across the drop. And his landing made DS look just like the media-freek he was.
Still no time to check on his boss, Frank did the only thing he could, drew his huge, linked Armalite. As soon as the semi-automatic left its holster, it became an extension of Guardian's arm. He didn't have to think about holding the gun right or how much ammo he had left in the clip. His neural processor did the work for him. To him, it was like his hand could spit bullets...
And soon it would have to, for the shadow which was the nearest guard, was already closing in. The Armalite rose to meed the spot where the Wild Thin's head would be. It would be a risky shot, but at this range, Frank was willing to take it. The guards were packed with body armor and there was no telling whether his heavy 44's would be strong enough to penetrate the vest and still be lethal.
A funny thought entered Frank's twisted mind as he stopped breathing and prepared to squeeze the trigger. If I pull this off, I must ask DS to add a "Headshot!" into the vid.
After the initial shots, the other guards would come running in with their rifles blazing. Frank would need to be quicker than them, so while waiting for the first target to make his day, he popped up the Sandevistan. It would take a while to kick in and wouldn't last for long, but he could only hope that the fight wouldn't either.
OOC: Attack plan 1: Initiate speedware and put a bullet through the guard's brain. Plan 2: Put a bullet through his heart. Defensive plan: Hmm.. If things turn ugly, the fire escape is near and hopefully Frank & Frankie can use it to escape.
Posted on 2007-04-26 at 18:19:52.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Yesh it's me.
Planning to post tomorrow. Bear with me, choombas and chicas.
Posted on 2007-04-25 at 16:09:47.
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Topic: The Morphing Game
Subject: at least in UK
Tram
Posted on 2007-04-21 at 16:08:23.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Let's get it on
Kilgim saw Adrian put away his sword and grab unconscious Arien's midsection. The warmage tried to pull the heavy body of the knight up in order to carry him away, but failed miserably. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the dwarven cleric found himself smiling at Valentine's effort and stepped in to give the man a hand.
"Here, lemme 'elp ye lad." As softly as he could, the bald dwarf put his hands under Arien's arms and lifted. When the former Red had picked up his end of the metal-clad body, the two of them carried Arien slowly into the hallway through which they had entered the ruins. As they set him down on the floor, Dapple's little pet dragon settled down on top of the breastplate and changed colour.
There was a battle ahead and Kilgim could feel it. And it wasn't going to be anything like the little misunderstanding they'd had with the monstrous worms and their masters. These were the Empire's finest they were facing and they probably had magic on their side as well. Winning would not be easy, hell, he wasn't at all certain they would even survive.
The muscles on the stout dwarven body rippled with tension as he prepared for the coming battle. The familiar shiver of fear ran through Kilgim's body. Forcing all feelings out of his mind, the warrior priest could hear the words of his grandfather in his mind as if old Garok was standing right next to him. Don't be ashamed t'feel fear, laddie. When yer strength fails 'n yer skill is not 'nough, fear will keep ye alive.
Nodding to the words, Kilgim drew both his axes and swung them around a couple of times to warm up and loosen any knots in his muscles. Hope ye're right, papa Garok. Hope ye're right. Moving a few feet towards the door and making sure Arien was well covered by his own frame, Kilgim flashed out a grin. Let them come. This is what we're 'ere fer.
OOC: Attack plan 1: If possible, Kilgim will flank Maximus and Char in order to keep the Greens outside. Plan 2: if plan 1 fails, Kilgim will stand by to help, but also ready to heal his friends. Defensive plan: First and foremost plan is to keep everyone alive, Arien being priority 1.
Posted on 2007-04-21 at 13:37:17.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Let's fly!
It was wet and cold. He was wet and cold, and Guardian knew DigitalScribe would be no better. And the wait was starting to get on their nerves as well. Nothing had happened for a while since the people crossing the street had disappeared inside the Hole. Peacekeeper had been amongst the trio, so the two observers knew well that something was going on. And they were hurting to know...
Frank had long ago assessed their chances of entering the building across without getting killed in the process, and with their current gear and firepower the odds came pretty close to zero. He'd already considered what DS suggested and ruled it out as a certain suicide. Despite his occupation, the bald black man had no tendencies for such things...
“We could jump over there,” DigitalScribe offered. “You could take out the opposition and… ah, hell! Who’m I kidding? That won’t work. Besides, we’re impartial observers. Impartial observers can’t go around shooting the subjects… with guns that is. Frack!
Frack!
Frack!”
“You don’t wanna take out those guys on the roof and we jump across, do you Guardian?” DigitalScribe sighed at the ridiculous nature of the question and went back to watching.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Guardian couldn't help a quiet chuckle. Never taking his eyes from the ganger guards, the bodyguard replied in a dry voice. "I wouldn't mind taking them out, no. But it just happens that my knee hurts so bad, that I probably couldn't make the jump." Frank shook his head slightly and carried on. "Seriously though, bro. Even if I had a snipe and a scope, I probably couldn't drop them all before they'd fill us with holes. And the jump... In a jump suit and and a pair of Nikes, maybe. In wet leather, forget it."
About to continue, Guardian was cut off by an old rock ballad. Seemed he wasn't the only one with a soft spot for ancient music. But Kansas didn't make him smile, on the contrary it made his enhanced vision leap at the nearest Wild Thing on the roof across the drop. If the guards would spot them now, they'd certainly shoot first and forget about asking afterwards. Fortunately the media was able to quiet his handset down before they did.
While watching the rooftop, Frank listened closely as DS went on with the call. His employer called the other end Rich and mentioned Peacekeeper, so it was easy to recognize the caller as Croaker - the dude Guardian been hired to protect the media from. Apparently the "enemy" now wanted to meet up, but the media wasn't taking the bite. If it was a ruse to get close to DS and kill him, it wasn't a very good one. And what Frankie had told him about Croaker, Guardian was fairly certain the man was not that stupid. But it wasn't his call whether to meet up or not. He could only listen and wait.
“Damn!” Frankie rolled over to his belly again and scooted up to the edge. “Fraq!” His bright blue eyes scanned the rooftop once more, then turned to Guardian. “It’s going down, Choomba. That was Croaker on the line there, and he’s feeling desperate or he wouldn’t have called again.” Turning back to the building he pointed at the fire escape. It was closer than the building and would be an easy landing pad from their location. Of course, it’d be noisier than hitting the rooftop, but beggars couldn’t be choosers… or something like that. “We got to get over there and quick.”
At Guardian’s questioning stare Frankie sighed. “OK, so I got a soft spot for people I care about, even if they want to put holes in me that don’t belong there. Not to mention that the only way this story is going to pay off is if we’re getting the footage, neh? So, we back up to there,” he pointed over his right shoulder, the left still bearing the shoulder camera, “and get a runnin’ start. Then, we’re flying like the eagle to the sea… only not so far. You get the drift. The sentries are still at their posts so we’ll have to move quick. See that large cooling unit? We’ll have to sprint to that and dig in to stay outta their frame. You good with this?”
Frank kept staring at his current boss for a couple of more secs before replying. "You serious about this, choomba? Are you armed and able to give me some cover if needed?" Already pushing himself slowly backwards and away from the edge, Guardian felt good about the decision despite the obvious danger. At least they were moving now and moving meant getting warm. "Just remember I'm not a soldier... But I'll do what it takes to keep you alive."
OOC: Ok. Finally posted I have. Sorry for my absence and any mistakes in the post. No time to read it through now. Will check it later.
Posted on 2007-04-17 at 08:06:29.
Edited on 2007-04-17 at 08:07:16 by Raven
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