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Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
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Why, thank you.



Posted on 2019-11-13 at 13:00:21.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject:


Thank you!



Posted on 2019-11-13 at 12:58:56.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


No. I prefer sleep. 



Posted on 2019-11-13 at 08:46:43.

Topic: Destiny's Flight - A Serenity RPG
Subject:


Paint? Lifting his muddy brown eyes from the discovery, Captain Sung surveys the bay. What's the significance of this? This amount of flaked paint floating around has to mean something but for the life of him, the half-Korean Browncoat can't think of the reason. Scraped off of some crate when the airlock was blown? Moving to the nearest wall, he investigates the coating beneath its layer of frost, scraping away the frozen crystals with the heel of his gloved hand. Turning away from the puzzle, Wyatt considers the rest of the apparent evidence, making his conclusions while his crew works.


"Ok, Bullet," Pops remarks, his voice carrying across the EV suit's radio, "get yourself over here. Likely we'll be need'n them big strong arms of yours over here to get these doors open."


Wyatt joins them as the older man attaches power to the control box, punches in the codes, and waits for the doors to respond. Surprisingly, it did, easily. The heavy decompression door slides silently back into a safe position and the main doors open. More flecks of paint dance in the light of headlamps drawing a return of the slightly furrowed brow and speculative frown on the captain's face.


A corridor is before them; empty except the flecks and frost. There are three doors to other rooms ahead in the hall and a circular lift with closed doors as well—no sealed decompression doors. The door on their immediate left is dented as if something big and heavy hit it from the other side, bulging towards them.


Alex pulls up the schematics of the ship. They are on Deck 2. The Bridge is straight ahead through the door furthest from them and down a long corridor. Reviewing the schematics, Wyatt registers that the crew quarters and infirmary are on Deck 1, which can be accessed through the lift and, in the case of power failure, a ladder attached to the side of the shaft. The lift should descend automatically. Engineering is in the aft section, accessible via Deck 1, with backup generators also on Deck 1. Deck 3 has the equipment necessary for the massive sensor array that the science vessel had at one time, the ladder to access it is up ahead and to the left.


"That can't be good," Wyatt points to the bulging door. "Coulda been explosives, maybe?" 


Walking confidently further into the corridor, Wyatt turns back to his team, "All right, people. You know the drill. Get the back-up power on if ya can. We'll track down the life sign. Be careful. I know we're on the clock, so to speak, but nothin's worth yer lives."


That being said, Captain Sung leads his small team towards the section of the ship they had detected the faint signal.



Posted on 2019-11-13 at 08:45:59.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject:


Where was the faint life sign again?



Posted on 2019-11-13 at 08:43:31.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Y'all are too kind. I'm just trying to keep up with your level of play.



Posted on 2019-11-12 at 23:54:09.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


I seem to remember something along those lines being mentioned in a QA post a loooooong time ago.


I've posted! I'm looking forward to full crew involvement. FYI - Giddy is currently wrapped up in RL submarine making so if you need something from his character, I volunteer to NPC him.



Posted on 2019-11-12 at 23:51:25.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera
Subject:


Stardate 2365.02.22
U.S.S. Peregrine; Deck 2 - Bridge – 0735


Wave lines of vivid green, stark blue, vibrant orange, and callous gray dance in repeat patterns at the top of her viewscreen. Beneath the recorded variances lies an explanation of what the science officer is looking at. Radio waves have already been eliminated from the report by Dalia so the remaining readings are clearer. Longitudinal waves remain. Varying in frequency they are still nothing special.


"Nothing," Asovil sighs, her observation carrying through the computer to Science Lab 1.


/= The same as yesterday,/= Dalia acknowledges with obvious malaise.


"Change sectors. Continue the scans," The CSO orders flatly. "Today may return the same results like yesterday's but the scans need to run.


"What else awaits us today?"


/= Crane, Gaultier, and Scheuermann are putting their heads together on crossbreeding the Flaxian Hypernelium mold and the Triannon Vestillus fungi. /=


"To what end?" the Andorian's antennae tilt forward as her head tilts a little to the left.


/= Scheuermann believes that there are complementary properties that could result in a strain of plant with medicinal properties particularly effective in combating the Lumerian Pox. /= The information that Maize is referring to pops up on Science Con 1's screen. 


"Why are Crane and Gaultier involved?"


/= Gaultier believes that the excretions of the Oolans slugs might help stimulate the proper levels of reproductive hormones in the Flaxian Hypernelium mold under the right conditions. Without the slug's contributions, the gestation period mold won't match up with the lifespan of the Triannon Vestillus' spore cycle. /=


Switching the view for her commanding officer, Dalia produces a schematic of DNA strands on Asovil's screen. /= Crane's expertise is needed in formulating the melding sequence between the two strains of plant. All indicators point towards a cohesiveness but there are a couple of anomolies...  here, and... here. The compressed sequence will potentially need to be manipulated to become.more susceptible to the excretions. /=


"Well," Asovil sighs again, "it isn't as though they don't have the bandwidth. Have them submit the project scope for a full review."


/= Aye, sir. /= Dalia responds. /= They'll have the project scope to you within seventy-two hours. /=


Lieutenant Moriden's comment draws the Andorian's attention.  "Captain, I have a priority message from Starfleet Command."


Drake sets the PADD down that he's holding and stands. "Onscreen, please."

Turning to the bow of the ship, the Lieutenant focuses on the viewscreen as it shifts from the starfield to the scene of a human female in an admiral's jacket with graying brown hair.

"Admiral Harding," Captain Drake acknowledges, "I hope that you are well. What can we do for you?"


The Admiral frowns. "Commander Drake, you recall the escape pod that you brought to Starbase 118?"

Silas nods. "Of course, Admiral. What of it?"

Harding continues. "Commander, that escape pod was picked up by the U.S.S. Serapis for study. Five days ago, we lost all contact with the Serapis. Four hours ago, we received a garbled distress signal from her."

After a pause, an audio recording begins playing.


...containment failed... changes... loss of life... require aid... caution... HELP US...


"That's all there is," Harding adds as the static audio dies away. "Commander Drake, the Peregrine is the closest option that we have. I am sending you the last known coordinates of the Serapis. You are to proceed there immediately to ascertain the situation and to deal with it appropriately. Use extreme caution, as there is no telling what exactly happened. If there are any survivors, you are to render aid."

Drake nods immediately. "Of course, Admiral. Do we know anything else?"

An odd look crosses the admiral's face for a moment, but she shakes her head and far be it for Asovil to be able to decipher the human's expression. "No, Commander. I can provide no further intel on the matter. Conduct yourself with caution and keep us apprised. Good luck, and Godspeed. Harding out."

With that, the viewscreen returns to the starfield. Looking to her captain, Asovil considers what she's just witnessed.

Silas sits down again. "Tochi," he says thoughtfully, "set a course for those coordinates, warp factor six." Without bothering to verify if the order has been acknowledged, the captain locates his yeoman. 

"Riva," he calls, "inform the senior staff that our mission has changed and that the new orders will be the focus of the 0900 staff meeting."

The Bajoran picks up on the tension in Drake's voice, and for once, offers no sass. "Aye, sir. I'll get right on that."

Silas nods. "Thank you."


"I have a senior staff meeting at oh-nine-hundred," Asovil informs Dalia. "We will need to be swift like a tortoise and finish our meeting, Ensign," Asovil quips. "Proceed."


Meetings such as these have been known to take until eleven hundred and the Andorian scientist doesn't want to be late. With the primary mission of the Peregrine being anything but science, the prospect of a new mission brings with it a possibility of moving within range of something scientifically significant. She speculates that Starfleet won't be sending the small ship on anything too far from a base. Paying fierce attention to the matters at hand, Asovil can barely keep her mind from drifting towards possibilities.


At precisely 0830, the Andorian closes the meeting and switches the con computer to a multitasking view. Pulling up the maps of nearby space, she begins running searches. By 0850, she has a few possibilities and her excitement has grown to occasionally quivering antennae as she makes her way to the officer's meeting. Arriving five minutes early, she finds her seat and picks up her searches on her handheld while waiting for the meeting to start.



Posted on 2019-11-12 at 23:45:10.
Edited on 2019-11-27 at 11:45:37 by Bromern Sal

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


Death's pale grip releases him mere minutes after the torturous and painful trek to the cell. Wounds torn through his flesh and clothing by fetid, rotting tooth and nail collect stained hay and earthen grime with childlike abandon. Finally free from the paralysis, Gib is wrought with pain that commands contorting muscles stealing his breath with feverish hunger. Forcing his consciousness back in control, the warrior-priest clenches his teeth against the stinging and throbbing, the blue heat, and the fear that accompanies such masters. Shifting his knees underneath him, Moreno stifles a grief-stricken groan. As much elicited by the anguish of his weak movements as the gruesome memory of Midge's body being devoured. 


Let it live in my mind, Mighty General, he begs. Let the deaths of my friends live within me as fuel for your Flames of Battle. Smoldering ember flames peer from his skull as he lifts his head to look out the iron gates. Give me that righteous battle, my lord. Grant me this one wish before you call me to the Halls and I swear by my eternal soul that you will have victory!


Ch'dau's roar echoes with the sounds of a thousand beasts in these halls. Settling limply on his haunches, Gib allows his head to fall backwards, basking in the thunder.


There is no need for reality to break through fantasy here. The priest of Therassor is grimly aware of their predicament. Reason is their only weapon at this point. Resolve is their armor. Drawing in a ragged breath, a practiced mind sets about determining the extent of his many wounds. Their time may be more limited by the onset of infections unless the injuries can be remedied.



“In another k’tomba cage,” Ch'dau snorts softly into the dank dark of the dungeon. “There is something ironic about that, yes, Ara? The path we have walked together began with me in a cage and Kithran on the other side of the door and, now, it seems, it will end the same way…”


"Not yet," Aranwen replies, her voice quiet but firm.


“I am sorry, khatun,” the Kazari sighs over the incessant giggling, his reply barely audible to the warrior-priest, “that you have to be here at the closing of that circle. Sorry to you all, my friends… m’rra’fiki… that I could not spare any of you from this.”


"Do I really deserve to be called that? Would a true khatun have done as I have done?" Aranwen asks, her voice a bit weaker as it echoes the ache in her heart. Gib remains quiet, still considering their current options.


“no matter what failure you think was enough for you to drop your blade, you have never failed me… You never could… I have loved you since Davnor… and that, too, has been my honor.”


"Thank you, Ch'dau," Aranwen replies after a moment's silence.


"This path I led you all down has ended up here. Would that I could have made it otherwise. But I fear I must ask of you still more, if not as a leader, then as someone who wishes you all to survive this. I will say this but once - I did not choose this to steal the honourable death rightfully earned by you in battle. I chose this as one last gambit. One last chance.


"Temper your spirits in the flame of your will. Forge your hearts into blades that are yielding, but strong. Even should it be bent in two, let it bend but never snap. And if you must lash out, lash out at me. Curse my name. Strike me down. Forsake me. Do what you need to do.


"The only advantage we may yet gain is whatever can be gained by ceding ground which complacency assumes will never be trodden again.


"Do you understand?"


Gib forces another breath to cool his lungs and closes his eyes. "You did as you thought best, Aranwen," he sets the words sailing on the soft winds of his expelled breath. "We did not choose you to lead this companionship because you sing a pretty song, my friend. Heavy is the mantle of leadership and you wear it well. I would follow you down these same halls knowing the results unchanged. There will be no cursing of your name, no forsaking of this companionship. Rest easy your heart.


"Everyone, find the cleanest parts of your clothing. Rend it. Create bandages and clean out your wounds. Use your own spit for there will be nothing cleaner in these cells. We must do the best that we can to fortify ourselves from infection and gangrene if we are to patiently wait for our opening.


"It is my council that we do as Aranwen suggests. We pretend compliance, not defiance."


Knowing a little of the rumors surrounding the evil gods' habits with prisoners, Moreno hope's and prays that they will be able to withstand the tortures long enough for the opening to present itself and that they are all--Kith included--strong enough to take advantage.


"I wish that I were close enough to administer aid," he continues. "I am going to pray now. I will ask for what healing miracles Therassor can spare me. Perhaps if I am made whole, I'll find a way to get to you and do the same."


(OOC: Cure Light Wounds does not require a holy symbol. Gib will request what healing he can from Therassor to return him to full strength if possible.)




Posted on 2019-11-12 at 21:23:41.
Edited on 2019-11-12 at 21:26:40 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


You guys are silly...


So, I will attempt to have a post up tonight or tomorrow. This reminds me of a dungeon... Escape from... no. That's not it. Dungeon of the Slave Lords? Anyway, at least we have our armor and we ain't runnin' 'round nekkid.


NEKKID BUT FOR A BEARD...or two.



Posted on 2019-11-12 at 19:58:05.

Topic: Destiny Flight - QnA
Subject:


I like maps.


I'll have a post up shortly.



Posted on 2019-11-12 at 19:47:46.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


I'll do my best to have a post up tonight. Tomorrow at the latest.



Posted on 2019-11-12 at 19:47:16.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


Dare I hope? 



Posted on 2019-11-09 at 18:49:35.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


I am not upset.


I started playing the game with the understanding that Gib was going to die.


Honestly, I'm surprised he's made it this far.


I do think this has been an outstanding group to RP with. Very entertaining to read.


I saw this pic and immediately thought of Davena.


Davena



Posted on 2019-11-09 at 12:41:10.
Edited on 2019-11-09 at 20:22:03 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:


All right, I need to know what the plan is. Is this a grab the package at first sight and run? Observe and collect data to strategize with? Engage with the target using diplomacy if the target is there? Now's the time to discuss. Just remember, unless you are using walkies or those of you with optics are reading what Blossom is floating out there, Ghlahn is on his own and Charlie and Blossom aren't involved in the decision.



Posted on 2019-11-08 at 21:26:32.

Topic: The Corruption Hidden Beneath the Surface...
Subject:


There is naught to do but fight. Grinning, giggling, rotting creatures are everywhere despite Therassor's and Solanis' power piercing the unholy walls and Moreno is forced to hold the line. Then darkness... that cursed ink, and once again he finds himself using his other senses to navigate the battle.


Nothing in his training had ever prepared him for this. Knowledge such as he received in the temple and education within the ranks of his unit are all useless. Now, now comes the test of his mettle. With Aranwen's song in his ears, he begins reciting the funeral dirge he had somehow thought he'd be able to avoid, as foolish as such a thought is for someone in his line of work.


Give me strength
Give me courage

No more am I 
No more am I


Light returns at Cedric's plea and just in time as a ghoul grips the edge of Gib's shield and attempts to tear it away. Twisting, the warrior-priest pushes the creature back and thrusts true. 

My heart is yours, my General
My soul will be with you
In the Halls of Heroes Fallen
I shall make one final march


"Ch'dau! Put in a good word for me with your cat god, yes?" The Cidal's wavering call carries above the sounds of battle and Gib's eyes widen. What are you doing, little friend? Risking a glance, he see's the insane undead tossing bloody fur from the Kazari's back and hears the spidery incantation of their arcane spellcaster. Green liquid burns away at the fell creature, but Gib is forced to return his full attention to the fight in front of him before he can see the results.

Give me strength
Give me courage
No more am I
No more am I


Injured, weary, nearly overwhelmed by more than just the putrid smell of the walking dead, Moreno knows that death isn't too far off. Sheer numbers have won this day for the side of evil. He knows not how much more of this beating he can take but what he does know is that he will not disappoint his god or his allies.


From this, a warrior's battlefield
I fly to your silver banner
I've received my orders well, my lord
The call of your battle horn


Two ghastly ghouls leap high and low while another attempts to crawl over his shield. Hacking down on one creature's shoulder, Gib grinds his teeth against the pain that shoots through his calf. Oblivion calls him. Cold, aching, everlasting. First his flesh burns with icy claws radiating upwards from his leg into his abdomen. He's falling backward, the weight of the ghoul on his shield turning his body. He can't catch himself. He can't move. The freezing heat takes his whole body but he can still move his eyes, still feel the will to move. And there, as he falls deeper into that void, closer to the stone of the floor, he witnesses the sightless eyes and blood-drenched little body of his Cidal friend. That quiet, studious, cheerful soul extinguished. Crashing into the earth, the priest of Therassor is positioned such that he can see the final events unfold, his own song ending as Aranwen's does.


Give me strength
Give me courage

No more am I
No more am I
For I am yours



Suddenly, a man's voice calls out. "Stop."

Instantly, the remaining ghouls cease their attacks and step back. Moreno cannot see the speaker but the meer cadence of his voice fills the priest with righteous anger. No! Keep fighting! 


"You have fought well," the voice is calm and smooth.  "You have all acquited yourselves admirably. Even so, you cannot win this fight. You need not all die here, however. Surrender now, and I vow before the gods that no harm will come to you."


No harm? Gib can feel his blood draining away. He can see poor Midge's torn body just a few feet from him. No harm! Fight, Aranwen. Claim as many of them as you may. 

"It would seem that this choice is yours alone, Bladesinger. Live or die - make your choice now."


She staggers, landing on her knees, barely keeping her blade from touching the ground as she gasps for breath. It is an honorable death, my friend, find the strength to keep going, Gib reconciles himself to the obvious end. He will die. Here in these wretched caves, he will die. His friends alongside him. Kith, lost to whatever foul fate these evil people have planned. What happens to his body after he has gone on to the Halls is of no concern to him. He has failed.


Aranwen looks at the blade in her shaking hand, chipped where it had struck bone. Pick yourself up! Staggering to her feet, the bladesinger brings her sword up. It is not a combat stance, however; she holds it horizontally in front of her.


The clang of the blade falling to the ground echoes through the chamber, otherwise silent aside from the ghouls and their incessant, sadistic giggling.


No. Gib is confused. His moss-colored eyes fix on the fallen blade. No...




Posted on 2019-11-08 at 20:16:42.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A Night City Adventure
Subject:


X00032:8.Y00001:12.Z00054:5, 12th Alley | Night City Integrate | Undercity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 9:10 AM PST


Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15 mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)


Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)


 


Considering his options, the red-headed soldier wonders what kind of security he’s going to have to face down to get access. Glancing back over his shoulder, he stares at the alley across the street. The window provides a view at an angle, if straight out of the shop is twelve o’clock, the alley is at about ten o’clock. From street level, his view could be obstructed by passing vehicles or pedestrians.


 


Just then, Casino’s voice plays through the walkie-talkie’s speaker, “Ghlahn, update?” Looking back towards the door, the CeeMetal knows it’s time to make a decision.


 


Pulling out his walkie, he keys the mic, "Looks like slim picking for overwatch. A locked scanner door is blocking the best access. Gonna have to settle for a street-level window and hope traffic isn' too heavy. Should be in place in 5 minutes."


 


“Copy that. Five minutes,” Casino’s voice crackles across the airwaves.


 


Taking up a position looking out the window, he keeps his weapon in its case… for now. A Sunday morning in Undercity is a busy time of day. There are demographics of people in each level of every major city whose ideals are born strictly from their circumstances. Ghlahn’s experience in the Undercity is that you have those who believe in God, attend church, and pray for deliverance; and then you have those who prey on those who pray. The religious hopefuls gather together en mass thinking that their numbers will provide protection. They endure the taunts and harassments to and from their churches and sometimes during services all the while praying that the scenes don’t turn to violence. 


 


The Godless gather en mass to make fun of and take advantage of the pious’ turn the other cheek attitudes, sell their drugs, weapons, and black market items, and occasionally beat their chests in front of rivals.


 


Ghlahn’s enclave held services of a kind. Their god is science, that which allows the infirm to gain new bodies, keep the old alive longer, and give the CeeMetal an immunity to human ailments. There’s a peace inside the walls of the enclave. Even those who don’t venerate the science appreciate it otherwise they wouldn’t be CeeMetal. Watching the loitering street gangs across the street brings back memories of the stark differences between the chaos of the Streets and the order of the enclave. 


 


“Hello,” a pleasant female voice chirps from right behind him. “You appear to be loitering. This is not permitted. Do you need assistance in making a purchase decision or will you be moving along?”


 


Most might have jumped out of their skin but M’haru Ghlahn hadn’t heard any doors open and knew he was alone so his immediate response is to recognize the interruption for what it is, an AI hologram. He can make out the reflection of the projection in the window, faint and ghost-like but there nonetheless and likely programmed to respond in this way because there are no human clerks to keep the downtrodden and troublemakers from using the costly space as a hangout.


 


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:15 AM PST)


 


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Hand on the grip of his SMG, thumb close to the safety, Casino hopes that Vegas does not suffer from the delay concluding this gig is causing. After a few moments to let everyone get set, Echo takes charge, surprising the muscular solo. 


 


“Let’s go,” Echo orders quietly, already beginning to make her way towards the alley.


 


“Anyone want to check and see if Ghlahn is in position?” Bloodbank asks, grateful that he doesn’t have the walkie and still feeling guilty about his previous faux pas.


 


Bringing the walking to his mouth, Casino does just that. “Ghlahn, update?”


 


"Looks like slim picking for overwatch. A locked scanner door is blocking the best access. Gonna have to settle for a street-level window and hope traffic isn' too heavy. Should be in place in 5 minutes." 


 


“Copy that. Five minutes.” With the walkie on open, Casino feels no need to repeat Ghlahn’s update to the others, though a couple of Hispanic men hanging out in front of Pedro’s Food Trucks give the group a once-over having obviously heard the exchange. Hosting his SMG, his thumb on its safety, index finger on the trigger, Keith moves into the last place in the group following Echo into the alleyway, demonstrating that he’s ready to handle anything that the men wish to throw their way. His eyes never stay in one place too long, his combat package is at full alert, and the men know that they don’t want to challenge the blonde, masked Edgerunner. 


 


Fixer listens as the others talk and move into position. He waits and watches everyone going into or out of the alley. If their target comes out he isn’t going to miss her. Can you look unobtrusive in a spot like this? He doesn’t know. But he tries. His head keeps rotating as he looks everywhere for any sign of trouble or their quarry. He scans for weapons, he searches for electronic surveillance equipment, and he looks for anything out of place. Except us, he thinks sourly to himself. But that he can’t do much about. Keeping on, he speculates as to whether team #2 is on their trail.


 


“Is this a grab and get out situation?” Bloodbank asks just as Echo reaches the mouth of the alley.


 


“I say we see what’s what and if the package is there,” the nomad woman pauses and scans what lies ahead, “we take him and get the hell outta here.”


 


Raising his eyebrows behind his combat mask, the medtech is surprised by her statement. She’s been calm for the most part, and more interested in doing things using diplomacy up until now. He suspects the whole situation with Casino and maybe even a little of what has happened to Vegas is to blame. “I know we’re on a clock, but there might be an opportunity to talk our way into a better position. I say we ‘sess the situation with an eye towards not spilling blood.”


 


(OOC: Room for other thoughts and comments. One for, one against. What’s the initial approach going to be?)


 


“The alley is clear as far as I can tell,” Echo mumbles out the side of her mouth while shifting her SMG to a more ready position. With the decision made on their approach, she leads the party of four into the ramshackle array of shacks and tents. 


 


To the nomad’s thinking, the alley is about 60 meters entrance to end, but it continues around to the left. The first twenty, or so, are filled with refuse, filth, and discarded “building” materials. It isn’t in the least bit inviting and in no way says to her, come on in. The buildings on either side have been tagged with so much graffiti that it is nearly impossible for her to decipher any of it. One that she does take notice of is the roughly drawn canine skull of the Dead Dogs. Odorous ammonia strikes her nostrils practically the instant she steps foot in the alley, mixed with a nearly overwhelming smell of mold, Echo fights against her watering eyes. Then, there’s the first patchwork dwelling. 


 


Tall enough that Casino would have no trouble standing upright within, the structure is a mix of fabricated wood panels, bailing wire, canvas sheets, chicken wire, rusted steel pipes mixed with copper and PVC pipes, and packing plastics. There are lights on inside and smoke billowing from more than a few of the pipes. Filling most of the left side of the alley, the shack leaves about enough room for two people to pass by shoulder-to-shoulder on the right.


 


After this shack, Echo can see another ramshackle pieced-together dwelling. This one is smaller than the first, mostly blocked by it actually, but it too is spilling forth light from cracks in its construction. There’s another humble shelter beyond that can barely be seen. No lights, made of mostly the same materials as the others, but otherwise showing no occupancy. Then there’s a shack on the right side of the alley. It, too, is reminiscent of an abandoned and derelict shack.


 


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:15 AM PST)


 


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“There’re a lot of agents with public access nearby,” Blossom reads the HUD display before her eyes. “Can’t tell who they belong to. Won’t risk pissing some retired street samurai off by playing Russian Roulette. So, Greek it is.”


 


Shifting to the other side of the vehicle, the slight Asian girl extracts herself from the vehicle and retrieves her bag. Waiting on Charlie, she peers in the window of their intended destination, past the wax crayon advert art covering the windows with their low-tech displays.


 


“Sh*t,” she curses around the sucker protruding from her pouty lips. “The place is closed.”


 


"We could just sit here for a bit till something opens up," Charlie quips to Blossom from where he still sits. "Or we could just simply keep driving around the block." 


 


They don’t have a lot of options, at least for now. Clacking her teeth on the hard candy in her mouth, the netrunner considers his suggestion.


 


"Bloss, you want to find yourself a spot and I'll just keep driving around till they get the package and we all high tail it out here together?" Charlie asks.


 


“Where?” the platinum blond woman spreads her hands wide in disgust before plopping down in the passenger seat of the Airjeep. “Does this thing have a top we can close?


 


“Maybe driving around is our best option,” she pouts. “Unless you want to just join up with those four and make it an even half dozen.”


 


(OOC: Assuming here&hellip


 


Activating the fans, Luther lifts the aerodyne from its resting position and pulls away from the curb, spraying water all about the battered vehicle and causing more than one of the loitering street population to exclaim in annoyance. Quickly passing the rest of their team, Charlie heads for the turn up ahead to make his rounds of the block.


 


“I’m going to attempt to tap into the Cop-camera down the street,” Blossom states, pulling her keyboard from her bracer and shifting her weight on the uncomfortably hard seat. 


 


(OOC: March 9th, Day 3 - Sunday, Time is 09:15 AM PST)



Posted on 2019-11-08 at 19:40:44.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Great storytelling!


I once had a paladin who unwittingly was conned into helping a thieves guild perform some pretty heinous deeds. One of the funner aspects of playing that character was the trials to regain his honor and his deity's favor. Which he did... posthumously. Let's hope that this is not the case for our brave leader. 



Posted on 2019-11-08 at 19:39:31.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


There you go teasing again, and not even in the same game thread!

Posted on 2019-11-07 at 13:36:11.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:



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Posted on 2019-11-06 at 15:52:50.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:



 


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Posted on 2019-11-06 at 15:27:47.

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:


I just heard back from Espatier. He has committed to a post before this weekend. 



Posted on 2019-11-06 at 14:00:55.

Topic: Star Trek: Veiled Chimera Q&A
Subject:


I think you were teasing...



Posted on 2019-11-06 at 13:54:45.
Edited on 2019-11-06 at 13:55:18 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Flesh & Blood - A CyberPunk Game
Subject:


I sent another email to Espatier and called and left a message for Giddy. If I don't hear back by Friday, I'll put this up to vote.



Posted on 2019-11-06 at 13:53:53.

Topic: Hidden Corruption Q&A
Subject:


Why I oughtta...


I have to admit that I long to destroy the whole of this place and all the enemy within it in the righteous name of Therassor!


Gib will take no pleasure in killing Garn and Davena, but he will have satisfaction.


Satisfaction or death! 


That doesn't sound very bad @ss...



Posted on 2019-11-06 at 13:51:36.

 


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