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Topic: Star Trek: Charon Staff Fulfillment
Subject: Sounds good
I think Olan is right. Science would help out with tactical, medical, and as an advisor. Put the character together, and welcome aboard.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 04:21:46.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Data disk, security recording.
No, the miscommunication was on my part. I meant the security vids.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 04:12:02.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Depends
Maybe he was saying you are tan.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 04:00:48.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Correct
You are correct, Suh.
Posted on 2008-05-20 at 03:55:44.
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Topic: Favorite Adventure/Setting
Subject: I'll bite.
I have two actually:
1) In one of my rare stints as a player I created an Elvin swordsman. The GM threw me for a loop when at first level the character was transported to an alternate dimension where Bromern Sal ruled. Yeah, that's right. Bromern Sal, at that time, was an accomplished arch-mage/assassin/fighter, and my character suddenly turned NPC tyrant ruler. The kicker? My lowly fighter became the leader of the rebellion against my epic character. It was amazing. The elf ended up dying while trying to save the lives of a number of his rebels who were to be publicly hung.
2) This one I GM'd. I've been running my friend's character through a campaign for twenty-one years now. Along the way we've added his wife, my wife, and now my eldest son to the group as well as many, many characters from players who've come and gone. Suffice it to say that these character's have a deep, rich history, and these players have a well-known style of playing them--particularly my wife who plays to spend time with me while otherwise referring to role-playing as playing house for grown-ups. She usually sits and doodles, paying only partial attention to the game.
Well, for this session I'd developed a scenario where a wealthy merchant approaches the group (well known for their heroics in the area) because his caravan had been raided, and his beautiful, young wife kidnapped. He was willing to give up his entire fortune for her safe return. So the group used magic to determine the location of this prize and ended up entering a tower of unknown origin that they quickly discovered was filled--museum like--with beautiful objects: sculptures, paintings, jewelry, etc.
I passed my wife a note as we usually do when discussing what time I'm going to end the session only this time it informed her that when the party holed up to recoup their spell usage and rest her character (an Elvin monk) was going to be the victim of a Magic Jar spell, and that if she'd like I could NPC her actions. To my surprise she opted to play it through.
When my friend's character (a Drizzt knock off) was on watch and the rest were slepping my wife described her character rising up and approaching his character. She then started speaking in character:
"How dare you. You think you can enter my home uninvited, pillage my belongings, and there would be no reprocussions? Did you think I'd let you live, little drow? How dare you!"
At which point she informed me that her monk was launching into attack on the drow. The player's response was priceless:
"Ack! She's possessed!" he screeched as he nearly toppled out of his chair while scooting frantically away from my wife.
The freed her from the wizard's control and eventually won the freedom of the merchant's wife (the merchant eventually became a political ally), but not before one character was turned to stone, two character's died, and another lost a limb (all fixed by magic).
I still chuckle when I picture his reaction. So surprised. So animated. 
Posted on 2008-05-19 at 06:54:40.
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Topic: D&D Annoyances
Subject: Oh, you just opened the floodgates, Olan, my friend!
First, let me clarify that I was introduced to RPGing through D&D, and until I actually started writing and creating art for the industry, I'd never really been able to figure out what bothered me about the system. I've played White Wolf's system as well as RTal's Interlock and FUZION (Serenity's system now as well), and while each system had some intriguing aspects about them, as individual practices they are all lacking. So, over the past few years I've integrated portions of each into my hybrid system, and I am actually enjoying gaming again. As for D&D...
- Hit points. Retarded, and for the reasons you've already posted.
- Armor class. Armor protects you when you get hit, in part. It doesn't make it more difficult to hit you.
- The lack of realistic combat systems that turn each battle into a mathmetician's glory, not a strategic, heroic battle. This was already touched on previously, but in my system I've made an individuals survival based on their skills. If they can't block, they sure as snot better be able to dodge or they're dead.
- Experience points. You have a character kill a few monsters, raid their treasure, and suddenly all, or the majority of all, their skills increase? Get real. I only allow my players to increase skills that they use except in rare study instances. There aren't any levels, so every merit is awarded to skills.
- Character classes. Too limiting. Your character is a wizard, an adventurer, a caravan guard, an advisor to the king--he's whatever is bringing in the coin at the moment, not some preset definition of a career mold.
- Statistics that grow to unbelievable heights. Wait a second. Did you just tell me that your halfling has a strength of 22? Yeah, right.
- A lack of maintenance cost on equipment. Sure, there's the suggestion that X amount of gold should go towards monthly living expenses, but how many character's ever actually have a sword break, a horse throw a shoe, etc.?
- Number of attacks based on class. You mean to tell me that my rogue with a Dexterity of 18 doesn't get as many attacks per round as your meaty fighter wearing full plate with a Dexterity of 14? In my system your actions per phase are determined by a mixture of your ability to remain cool under pressure, your dexterity, and your reflexes augmented by the weight and type of gear you're carrying, and the armor you are wearing. More often than not, a nimble, sure-footed individual who has the reflexes of a cat and the cool head of a hero is better of than the slow, well-protected knight when it comes to getting in more attacks, but they are also quicker to die without the steel armor between them and their enemy's blade.
- The lack of balance in character classes. Sure, a wizard is of little use at low levels, but at high levels? Send in the fodder to weaken him because your twentieth level fighter AND his army are toast if they face a high level Mage.
- Arcane magic more powerful than divine? I'm with Pekka on this. These are Gods--the creators of everything.
- Resurrection. Takes the fear of dying out of combat.
- the availability of magic items in most game worlds. In mine, having a magic item is cool and all, but it is expensive. I've put a tax on my campaign's magic items. There's also an expiration date. Don't get me wrong; they can pay to have a specialist extend its magic, but that ain't cheap.
Oh, there's more, but I'm tired, and I'm slower on this iPhone than I'd like to be.
Posted on 2008-05-18 at 09:48:22.
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Topic: 4th edition FR Information (not for the feint hearted)
Subject: Amen
I've long since removed almost all evidence of WotC's FR from my campaigns. Even though I still run my campaign in the land called Fearun, it is no longer their Fearun--it is but a shade of their rule system as well. I'll not go back. As a matter-of-fact, my campaign is shifting, and I'll likely be having a layover in Audalis while moving my players to my own campaign world.
One of my players has been trying to get me to take an interest in 4.0, and cited a few of their rule changes to me in the hoped of having me pay it some mind. If I remember correctly there isn't one thing that he listed that I like, and we haven't even discussed FR changes.
Some people make bad decisions. Who knows, I remember feeling absolutely betrayed when they switched from Greyhawk as their main setting to FR, and again when they moved over to...whatever the other one was. And here I am feeling like they're walking away from it all again. The only difference is that I walked away from their foolishness years ago, so I know for a fact I won't be buying from them.
Posted on 2008-05-18 at 09:03:21.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Doc is definitely not on Holiday
Stardate: 2374.09.01
USS Cerberus – Sick Bay – 1410 hours
Using the forefinger and thumb of his right hand to rub his eyes, Jon settled back in his chair and sighed. Bloody reports. Bloody medical histories. With transporters removing ailments and medical science having made advances with a speed the likes of which human history has never before been able to match, he was finding medicine a repetitive practice. Discovery had become a thing fewer and farther between with as many science vessels combing the universes, even during a war. Databases were being shared, and information about alien races was rampant. Medical conferences were handled via holodeck communication just as often as in person, and information was available at the touch of a button, but still, the medical officer on board a starship had to prepare for that which was not recorded.
“Ensign Tort!” Jon barked, still rubbing his eyes.
“Sir?” Madeline popped in quicker than he thought possible.
“Spunky, aren’t you?” Hash sighed and peered up at her. “Have you heard back from the captain yet?”
“Um, no sir?”
“Is that a question? I mean, seriously, Sparky Tort. Are you really seeking my approval on a simple answer to a simple question? Good lord! Did he, or did he not, respond to my request for an appointment?”
“No sir.” Esign Tort’s face had washed white and she held a PADD in front of her chest like a shield.
“You’re sure now? I mean, don’t you want to ask your kindergartener colleague in there to make sure?” Hash waved a hand towards the sick bay where Braff studiously kept his gaze from drifting towards his ranting superior while Tort’s lips tightened and her eyes widened. “Oh, forget it! I’ll take your word for it. After all, you, at least, appear to be old enough babysit.”
Rising abruptly from his seat, the lieutenant brushed past his subordinate and stormed into the hall. Mumbling under his breath the whole way, Jon Hash made his way to the turbolift.
“Computer,” Jon leaned back against the turbolift wall and folded his arms. “Location of the captain?”
As the computer relayed the location the turbolift stalled on another floor, its doors sliding open to admit an orange shirt.
“Sir,” the man said with a nod as he stepped to Jon’s side. Hash’s expression was less than welcoming. Ignoring the man, the ship’s doctor ordered the turbolift to proceed to the floor the captain was on.
“Business with the captain, sir?” the crewman asked, again attempting to start conversation.
Jon glanced at him out of the corner of his eye seeing a slightly overweight engineer.
“Does it concern you? No. Didn’t think so.”
“I was just—“
“Just what? Butting in where you weren’t invited?” Jon stepped up towards the door putting the engineer at his back. “The nerve of some people.”
Behind him, Jon was unaware of the studious stare he was receiving, the thoughtful expression on the engineer’s face, and the hands that held the small vial of death. But before the assassin could act, the lift stopped on another floor, admitting another orangeshirt, this time a security officer. Eventually, the lift stopped on the floor Jon wanted, and as he stepped off, two more personnel stepped on. Without even another look back at the engineer who had so rudely tried to impose himself upon him, Jon strode towards the captain’s location.
“MacTavish?” Jon’s gravel-filled voice filled the room. “Time for your check-up. Now, the way I see it, we can do this out here in front of everyone, or we can retire to a more private chamber…sir.”
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 21:10:32.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Using some stuff I already posted.
Wyatt tensed up a little as the young man rushed towards them, his eyes danced from the lad to the direction he came from, them over the surrounding cityscape. He was growing as twitchy as Sam in this town, but there was just too much weird going around for his taste, and things always came in threes.
Willow accepted a note from the young man and read the brief contents as the courier left. “Looks like I have an appointment in the morning, Captain-san. I presume it will take that long to find and load cargo for our departure?”
Sung opened his mouth to ask what the appointment entailed, but immediately closed it; he’d long ago learned not to ask Willow about her business so long as it didn’t endanger the crew, the ship, or herself.
“Yeah, Willow,” Wyatt turned back toward Rocinante and began to walk the two of them towards the ship once more. “We’ll be here a while it would seem.”
After a couple of seconds he asked Fenris a simple question: “You know who that water fountain was, an’ what business she might’ve had on my ship?”
(OOC: whatever the answer)
With a slight shake of his head, the captain continued on to Rocinante and proceeded inside. Once Rocinante was back in sight, Wyatt opened up.
“I’m supposin’ you been chewin’ on what Wolf said as much as I, Willow,” Sung maneuvered the doctor out of the way of an oblivious dockhand pushing a large load of crates towards a warehouse and redirected them towards the back hatch. “What’re the chances of that fellow she roped from Wolf’s accountin’ bein’ different than the one I ended on the comet? Ludlow ain’t exactly a common man name.”
Wyatt stopped at the back door, hand on the access panel. “Got a description of the Ludlow that Miss Brigit took down, Wolf?” Wyatt’s tone was all business now. He was putting together a conspiracy theory that topped them all. I’d thought that Ludlow was after the miner, but the Sam he was after could have been… The thought sent a shiver up his spine, but outwardly he was still calm in appearance.
Wyatt punched the access code in as the replies were given, the decompressing air sounding about them as the door swung open.
“Yes sir Cap’n I will try to draw something up for you once we get inside.” Fenris quickly stepped too, and was gone inside before Willow had finished speaking.
“A wise man once said that coincidences are connections that have not been discovered,” Willow responded. “Ludlow’s not exactly ‘Smith’ or ‘Chan’. Brigit’s here for a reason, too, and we should have no desire to get caught up in it. Let me see what I can find out about her,” Willow concluded, tapping her folded fan thoughtfully against her jaw. “Besides that, shouldn’t we look for some cargo to take offside? Deadheading – I believe the term is – can be costly, hmm?”
Wyatt grimaced. In all of the twists and turns he’d forgotten one of the most basic things about their existence. How the gorram hell had that happened!?
“Bless ya, Willow,” he said with a shake of his head. “You keep my feet firmly placed on Rocinante’s gangplank, and I thank you for it.
“While you look into Miss Brigit, I’ll double check the usual suspects and see what I can drum up. I swear, sometimes I think I’d be Tian Di Wu Yohn (completely useless) without you here to keep my hat on for me.” The captain offered up one of his rare smiles before turning and making his way into Rocinante’s belly. Breathing in the familiar odors of oil, metal, and machine dust, the captain made his way up the stairs to the front hall, intent on achieving the bridge where he could access the Feed necessary to track down some paying work. His mind was still on the situation he’d put Sam in, the fact that Ludlow appeared to have a brother in town, and that Willow had indicated she thought Brigit was certainly in place as more than the simple school marm—something he’d deduced the instant she’d become apparent as their benefactor, though he hadn’t considered to what extent until now.
Scratching the stubble already growing on his chin he proceeded on through his ship with his head lowered in thought. If Ludlow had been after Sam Dash and not Sam the Miner had he, Wyatt, just sent Sam off to a Da Shiong La Se La Ch’wohn Tian of Ma Fuhn (Explosive diarrhea of an elephant of trouble)? Were they being played? They had, after all, ran into some serious Luck when that other Firefly had began leaking vitals just as the blockade began closin’ in.
(OOC: assuming he makes it to the bridge without interruption—if he doesn’t I’ll backpost.)
Making his way to the communications console, Wyatt dropped into the seat and pushed his hat back on his forehead. Firing up the computer he waited until he had access to the directories he needed, but just before settling in to do some digging and negotiating, he decided to take a slight detour. Wyatt Sung knew enough about computers to be dangerous…mostly to the systems. However, he could often find what he was looking for without too much help, and in this case, he wanted to see what kind of ships Brigit had access to, what this Ludlow fellow came in on, where he was staying, any additional information pertaining to the people in question; including everything possible on Brigit’s fiancé: how long he’d been gone, what was publicly known about him, what kind of vessels he had at his disposal, what kind of connection he had with the consortium, anything he could drum up. After he was satisfied that he could gather no more information on his own, he’ll turn his attention to picking up more cargo.
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 20:23:19.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Yup... orders to stay still and no touchy.
Olan, I realize I've just potentially slowed things down a bit, but I'm thinking that it doesn't make sense to have the fire team try anything without the Chief there to see what's going on, and right now, Monty is viewing the computer systems and security systems data a very important find.
I'd also still like to know if I can even view the data disks.
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 20:06:06.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Orders to remain.
”Lieutenant, it is Kane,” Monty looked up from the screen where he was attempting to gain access to the security disks. ”We have reached the main lab, and its status is as follows.”
Kernan glanced over at Blake as the Staff Sergeant relayed their findings, and the description of the room. Shaking his head he muttered under his breath, “Damn science fiction…”
“Kane,” Monty spoke into his radio. “Secure that position and wait for Blake and myself. Do not touch anything, and report immediately on anything out of the ordinary.”
“Blake, let’s get this data unlocked. C’mon now.”
There was still so much by way of the facility left to investigate, and it seemed that every room they entered just raised more questions. Monty was keen on getting the mission over with as quickly as possible, and the delays on the tech end did not please him. He didn’t blame the Chief, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t annoy him all the same. Turning back to the data disks, he once again tried to gain access to their contents.
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 20:03:26.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Moving on...
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:13pm
Scribe peered about the table as Croaker finished outlining the plan. He was interested to see how Spiff handled the instruction seeing as how the man didn’t appear to be a team player, and when the fixer sat back and didn’t respond, DigitalScribe shook his head in resignation.
“Looks like we’re all on board, Croaker,” he said, spreading his hands to encompass the whole of the table, his voice still low. “So, let’s be about it. What do you say we check in via phone at eight tonight? That will give each of us an opportunity to at least make headway on our assignments.”
That said, the media stood and swept his hand through his handsome hair. “See you all on the flip side. Guardian?”
Turning away from the others, Scribe quickly scanned the room to once again check against possible eavesdroppers, and then proceeded out the front door into the rain, pressing his Cab Hailer to bring about a ride.
“I’ll go with you, Croaker,” Firewind said. “Where you’re going, you may need some medical attention.”
“Not if I can help it,” Bull’s Eye growled as he too rose from his seat. “C’mon, Croaker. We’ve got to find ourselves a ride.”
As Bull’s Eye left his seat, Lightning also stood, looking down at MDK with raised eyebrows. “Coming?”
The group, consisting of nomads, assassins, techs, and a bounty hunter all made their way out of the club and into the rain as well where a little ways down the street, being drenched, DigitalScribe and Guardian stood waiting for their cab.
Back within the club, Preacher rose from his seat in a very quick, fluid movement that belied his injuries. Just as quickly, his Ameritech Magnum was torn from his rib holster and leveled at a man wearing a black suit with white synth-snakeskin boots who had started on his way over.
“That’s close enough partner,” the solo drawled, his trench coat flowing about his body in recess from the speedy action.
“Who the frack are you?” the man said with an obvious flare of anger. “Who the hell is he, Spiff?”
Preacher kept the weapon leveled, but asked a simple question by way of response. “You know him, Spiff?”
“Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might,” the man in the black suit puffed up his chest and stared down his nose at the urban cowboy. “I’m Spiff’s might, son. I’m Reverend.”
“Ecclesiastes,” the solo responded dryly, still with the weapon leveled. “Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counselors there is safety. I’m Preacher, and for the moment, I’m Spiff’s might…son.”
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
The Red Cab swerved sharply from the road to the curbside, washing water up onto the cement in front of DigitalScribe and Guardian. It was a sedan, with the usual white and black checker stripe wrapping around the whole of the body. Stepping forward, the media opened the door and slid inside, running his hand through his wet hair and then down his face as he slid over, making room for his bodyguard. Once Guardian was inside, he tapped the bulletproof plasglass separator indicating that the black woman behind the wheel could start driving.
“I need someplace safe and quiet, Guardian. Your choice.”
“Where too?” asked the driver.
Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
“We need a parking garage, or someplace dark an’ out of the way if we’re to get a vehicle, Croaker.” Bull’s Eye stood against the onslaught of the storm as though it didn’t rage about him, solid, determined, and looking every bit the hardened criminal. “Hey, you. Lightnin’ was it? You got any tools that can hijack us a car, or truck?”
“Huh?” Lightning turned to look at the shorter man with raised eyebrows. “Oh, sure. Shouldn’t be a problem.”
“All right, then,” Bull’s Eye looked back at Croaker. “Well? You’re the councilman. Where to?”
Outside of The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:14pm
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 19:41:17.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Raw
Char's momentum was only momentarily slowed at the arrival of the Thri-kreen. Kicking off of the rubble, the ranger let drove his muscles to their limit gathering speed. He was intent on reaching Adrien, and nothing--not a group of ferocious, intelligent insects--nothing was going to stop him.
Normally fairly calm and collected, Char was feeling his blood boil at situation they found themselves in. He wasn't as attached to Alloryn as Adrien, and he had no idea what had actually occurred in the tower other than they were dealing with a whole lot of magic. What he did know was that his friend was in trouble, and now there were, in his estimation, small hills he had to traverse in order to reach the mountain.
Reaching the Thri-kreen, the ranger feinted left, jogging onto his left foot as though he was going to try and snake past the creature's right side, then with a spring in his step like a mountain cat, Char jogged right. Leaping from the ball of his right foot, Char dove left once more, into a roll with the intention of dodging past the creatures and gaining the open ground to reach Adrien. Within the space of passing the first of the enemy while diving and rolling, Char's deadly Kukri blade lashes out at the back of the Thri-Kreen's knee--he could at least attempt to injure the enemy he passed.
(OOC: As before, Char's intent is to reach Adrien. If you are taking us to that point, Char will attempt the options I outlined earlier: Assuming Char will come into view of the green-armed captain…
Taking purchase upon the ground once more, Char’s brow furrowed once more at the sight of Arien in single combat with a man bearing a demonic green arm. The Thedell shield was shattered, and Arien seemed to be taking the worst of it. Slipping his swords from their sheathes once more, Char snarled like a wolf about to take down its prey, his muscular legs carrying him quickly into battle.
If ol’ Greenarm doesn’t notice him, Char will sweep past, cutting the man as deep as he can with both blades, avoiding armor as he can. If Greenarm notices him, Char’ will attempt a bull rush maneuver, dropping his shoulder to knock the man to the ground, all the while prepared to defend as appropriate any sword strokes. If none of this is wise, or possible, he’ll move to flank the man with Arien and engage in a sword fight…woot!)
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 18:44:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Live or die...
I'll be putting in for Roger's next game as well, and I don't even like D&D anymore!
Posted on 2008-05-17 at 18:20:12.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Just like I did in the Starship Trooper game...
I just dropped a big ol' can of Raid on the scene. Took care of the whole problem. Except the Partial-Hulk dude--I talked with the gods, Olan, and they said they could get me outta this one, but you're "fooked". Sorry, man. 
Posted on 2008-05-16 at 06:13:29.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Why?
Some of Kel's medals pertain to action against he Romulans. Who's to say an "accident" involving a "wild animal" attack doesn't happen while they're on board? The official report could read:
Not since the Tribble has there been such a devastating attack by natural beast aboard a starship until now...
Posted on 2008-05-15 at 04:15:55.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Not you.
You guys are posting. I mean my other officers.
Posted on 2008-05-10 at 04:05:46.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: OK
Scribe sighed heavily enough that all at the table could hear. He and Jaimy had never really gotten along, hee never seen her as more than a cool ride for Croaker until last night. She was a steady income, a nice piece of eyecandy, and a roof over the nomad's head while he decided how to pick up the pieces. At least that was how Frankie had seen her. Now, he had to admit, she was right about at least one thing, and Croaker's sensible paranoia or not, they were burning daylight. Megacorps had the funding, manpower, and computing power to track just about anybody given enough time.
"to be more exact," the media added in a tired tone. "Someone Jack feels..." Scribe looked around at the other patrons to see if Peacekeeper's antics had drawn any unwanted attention. With the tech that was available on the street it wasn't uncommon for wait staff to augment their hearing with enhanced audio receptors and recording devices to supplement their income. Frankie had gotten more than one lead through that avenue. Dropping his voice, he continued. "Is currently very well employed tried to burn him, and as a by-product: us. In the unveiling of this act we discovered our "get out of jail free" card. Problem is, it is tied up in this facility you're now privy to."
"How does this help us sting a corpse?" Lightning asked, again snapping out of his reverie to join the conversation.
"The magnitude of what's locked up in that research facility could cost a megacorp a lot of money if the R&D is lost." this time Firewind was the one to insert his two bits.
"More than just that," Scribe added. "The Joe that burned us will likely wind up a corpse if this leaks. I'm willing to bet he's locking down tight.
"Now, pleasantries aside, and as much as I hate to admit it, Peacekeeper is right. Time is wasting. What's the plan?"
Posted on 2008-05-09 at 04:48:29.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I need a couple of those.
We pass between twenty and sixty sites through our ringer a day. I've been trying to get true project managers in place for a couple of years now. Almost had it, but the position was severly altered upon launch. Very lucrative role down here in The States. Just about every major company is realizing they can't operate successfully without one.
Posted on 2008-05-08 at 03:41:31.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: I am about to...
Court martial a few officers aboard the Charon if they don't make their report schedule...bad officers. Too busy to acknowledge commands from their captain.
Posted on 2008-05-06 at 06:31:34.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Don't wait on Freeway...
We know where we're introducing him, so don't wait on him, we'll work him in.
Posted on 2008-05-05 at 05:05:18.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Orders.
Investigating the disk titles, Kernan wasn’t surprised to see the simple labels depicting time and date ranges (OOC: I’m assuming…). They were organized fairly well, with the most recent on the right, and the lieutenant was considering trying one when Blake approached him.
“Bad news, boss,” she reported,” It’s not going to be the easy way. The system’s got more black ice around it than any government or multinational data centre, and all I’ve got is an itty bitty ice pick. I can prolly get in, but it’s going to take a heck of a long time. Question is, do you want me to continue with a recon of the base, or do I get comfy here with as many coffee and Cheetoh rations as I can scrounge?”
This resulted in a frown from Lt. Kernan as he considered the lack of breaks they’ve been getting. Time was of the essence.
“All right,” he nodded slowly as he considered the options. “Orders were to collect all that we could on Project Twilight Seed, and I don’t see how we can do that unless we have access to the computer drives. What’s the possibility of pulling the drive from the box?”
(OOC: I’m assuming Blake’s response is in line with Olan’s directive that the security would activate should someone try and rip the drive.)
“OK, so that means we pretty much gotta get to the files.” Monty’s eyes automatically drifted to the door he’d come through while he considered what leaving Blake in that room might mean. Two of his men were already sequestered away in the observatory with two addle-brained G.I.s. In the current situation he wasn’t too keen on splitting the group up any further, but he needed to know the entire lay of the land and they had reconnaissance on less than thirty percent of the facility. Taking a deep breath he came to the conclusion.
“Staff Sergeant,” he called over to Kane. “Take Lee, Joannsen, and Pearson and clear this level, starting down the hall at the main lab. Keep in constant radio contact, and be aware that I’m blocking the door to the main foyer, so the only access you’ll have back to this room is through that hall door.
“Blake and I are staying put to try and get computer access, and review these security disks. Move out.
“Blake, you’ve got a lot of work ahead of you, Chief. Have at it.”
Once the team is on the move Kernan will see what furniture he can move in front of the door leading to the foyer that will effectively keep it from opening. Then, with one entrance available to the room, he’ll find the equipment to try some of the data disks on, and start trying to review the most recent dates while keeping a close eye on the door, weapon at ready.
Posted on 2008-05-05 at 05:02:03.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I'm going to add another player to the game.
Freeway is joining the game. I recently ended this very same game on another site (I just couldn't support both, and you all know how attached to the Inn I am, so the other site went away). Freeway was playing in the game on the other site, and is a friend of mine from some of the gaming conventions I've been to. I'll work up an introduction post for him when we're ready to bring him in, but I wanted to introduce you to him first.
Welcome, Freeway.
Posted on 2008-05-04 at 05:41:19.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Wouldn't have it any other way.
Ol' Dash just wouldn't be Dash without his quaint way.
Posted on 2008-05-03 at 01:15:20.
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Topic: These are 2,2 cool!
Subject: Ingenious.
Takes some talent, I tell you what.
Posted on 2008-05-03 at 01:13:18.
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