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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Have at it!
All of the sub plots I've got running can continue whether you woot or not. 
Posted on 2008-04-18 at 06:28:01.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LMAO
I have absolutely nothing to add. But my gut hurts from laughing at the exchange. I promise I'll post soon. I just finished spending a huge amount of time preparing for a presentation to the company heads and may actually find some spare time in the near future.
Posted on 2008-04-17 at 22:28:11.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Better be
It had better be, or I'll kick you in the shins!
Posted on 2008-04-17 at 01:01:32.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Oops
Tann has graciously reminded me that I haven't provided you with the map reference Jaimy received on her phone. I understand this makes it a bit difficult to come up with a plan. I'll remedy that as soon as possible.
And the map location is:
Biotechnica Facility Satellite View
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 21:31:25.
Edited on 2008-04-19 at 23:52:14 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Sleep?
We're a family aboard Rocinante. Sam would likely have access.
Also, I won't lie and say I'd considered lining up a new job before leaving, but the story Wyatt'd put forth of them getting back to the Black still works.
Have I stated how good it is to see this game rolling again?
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 21:26:26.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Warning
“Honestly Cap’n, most of what I know of her is maybe gossip and rumors. She's JW's fiancée—make no mistake—but he travels off world a lot, and there’s talk that she's got a wandering eye. But trustworthy…?” Fenris paused for a moment. “No I think we need to do as Miss Willow says and not trust her too far. Sorry I can’t help ya more Cap’n, but I never got close enough to her know her that well.”
Wyatt acknowledged Wolf’s lopsided grin with an absent-minded nod. His thoughts were already on contingency plans in case they were double-crossed, the method of getting Rocinante and his crew off-world, and how in the bloody hell they’d manage to run the gauntlet again.
“That’s cuz yer big, bald, an’ ugly as a mud-fence, Wolf,” Dash chided, nudging the big mechanic with an elbow as he fell into step with the rest of the crew. “B’sides, she’s been keepin’ herself fer me, anyhoo…”
“But I like gossip and rumours, Mr. Wolf!” Willow interjected playfully, though her meaning was serious. “Is Brigit from here or somewhere else? Has she always been JW’s woman, or did she work her way up the food chain? Details, my dear, details!”
Wyatt remained silent still as Wolf began to relate that Brigit was not a local, but came from off world less than a year ago. She managed to attach herself to JW McClarrin, the mine's owner, within a few months and was soon tossing about that she was his fiancée. JW ain't denying things but he is off world himself a whole lot because he's a member of parliament. She seems to know everyone and everyone's business. She can play the weak and helpless but then again, there was that time that that Ludlow fellow was coming on strong and she face-planted him with some fancy moves.
Fenris continued by relating that some think she ain’t exactly the faithful type either—with a real weakness towards the bad type. He ain't talking the wearing black bad boys either, but the real rough and tumble baddies than infest these lawless places like Frisco. But then again, she’s the one that has been pushing JW to hire a sheriff to get some law and order in this town. So take it as you want, and remember that talk is cheap when the story is good and the target is a fine sight -prettier than most.
Dash hooked his thumbs over his gunbelt at that point and cast a disbelieving glance from face-to-face of his crewmates. “Y’know,” he chuffed, “I conjured I were s’posed ta be th’ twitchy one ‘round here… There ain’t a damn thing wrong wit’ that woman as I c’n see…” The pilot’s footsteps faltered suddenly, again, as the distrusting conversation sparked an idea (or an excuse, depending on how one might’ve seen it), “…If’n yer all that bunched up ‘bout it, though, I reckon I’d be a’right wit’ escortin’ Miss Bridget so as ta make sure she don’t go humpin’ things up fer us.
What say, Cap? Want me ta go put an’ eyeball on ‘er?”
Wyatt’s brow was furrowed beneath the brim of his hat. The news from Wolf that she’d taken a man to the ground with some fancy moves had been the major point that caught his attention. He was about to ask Fenris to verify that the man’s name had been Ludlow when Brigit called out to them and came strolling up in their wake.
“Oh Captain Wyatt? Perhaps you could lend me your right hand man here, “ She said strolling up next to Sam Dash and linking arms with him. “Frisco is a desperately lawless place and a woman can never be too careful. Sides, that way Sam here can make sure the transfer is on the up and up and I can feel safe with such a well armed man protecting me.” She said sweetly while looking very helpless and frail before the captain. “I promise to give him back in one piece Captain, and I’m sure Wolf here is dying to see them there engines of yours and I’m sure that you and Miss Willow here would appreciate the alone time.”
As Sung turned, the concern on his face washed away, replaced by his usual deadpan expression. With Willow still on his arm, he forced himself to relax a bit, but his next action was the opposite of what it would have normally been: he settled his hat low on his brow. Normally, when speaking to polite company, he tilts the hat back to show more open face, more honesty. In this case, he hoped Sam wasn’t so enamored with Brigit’s appearance that he’d miss the warning, weak as it was.
“Miss Brigit,” he said in an even tone while affecting a pleasant smile. “I’m sure that good ol’ Sam’d love to be your escort. However, we’re not planning on staying dirt-side long, so I’d need him back at Rocinante ‘fore too long.” The last was as much an addition to the warning for Sam as it was an attempt to put a timetable in place so that they’d know when to start worrying.
(OOC: Back at Rocinante…I’ll post again if I need to backpost.)
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.
Posted on 2008-04-14 at 05:19:41.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Decisions of Peace and War
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:10pm
Bull’s Eye had remained quiet through the whole of the discussion, but as MDK rose up to make his call, the nomad offered up his suggestion. Whether it was the time he’d spent in prison, or the hard personality of a Zero trying to survive in a world full of Statics, not even Croaker could tell, for the man had never really spent a lot of time with Bull’s Eye when the family had been together. As a junior member of the Council, Croaker had other responsibilities than spending time with the drivers. Be that as it may, they were all that remained free of the Family.
“Croaker,” the roughneck driver said in a low tone. “Why not just take a car, or a truck—I doubt we’ll be able to get a gyro, vectorthrust, or anything similar…even if Spiff may be overlooking some aspects of the approach, the gato’s got somethin’ goin’. We’re not gonna be able to even afford the fuel necessary to handle an aircraft—hell! I’m bettin’ we’d have enough difficulty affording that lightnin’ stick. We sure as hell aren’t gettin’ nothin’ high-tech.”
“Is there anyway to determine what security they do have?” Firewind asked.
“Not without the Net, and a whole helluvah lot of luck,” Preacher drawled.
The medtech looked over at the cowboy with furrowed brow, “What do you mean?”
“The megacorps all maintain datafortresses for each of their major centers, and even their top secret laboratories have one—but they’re all protected with so much ICE there are few netrunners who can infiltrate.
“Datafortresses are what harbor all of the data for the facility. Some are maintained with AI, some are wrangled by a constant netrunner watch. So, you wanna know the e-sec and m-sec detail, you gotta get in the datafortress, an’ I don’t see that happenin’.”
“Cynical bastard,” Bull’s Eye growled. “There’s more ways than tech-ways to bring down an enemy. You wanna know what the security is like around the facility, you go to it and observe using binoculars—maybe snatch yourself a guard and interrogate the sardine.”
DigitalScribe settled back in his seat as the two men began to argue, a slight smile on his face. This group had better start learning to play well together, or Biotechnica is going to eat us alive, he thought.
“Tick tock, people,” the media said by way of bringing their argument to the end. “Tick tock. We’ve all expressed our opinions…barring MDK coming back with some miracle; what’s the plan, Croaker?”
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:11pm
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 23:45:30.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Welcome back!
It's really good to have Eol back (welcome back Eol)!
Posted on 2008-04-13 at 20:35:15.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: No problem
I'm not posting this weekend due to a death in the family.
Posted on 2008-04-04 at 00:42:39.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation Persephone
Subject: Subplot to get things going while Eol is out.
Stardate: 2374.09.01
Starbase 10 – Shuttle Bay 4 – 0630 hours
It had a destiny, a preordained fate, and a mission. Standing in the shadow cast by a large freight container filled with parts destined for the engineering department aboard the Cerberus the alien watched with borrowed eyes as crewmen worked to secure the shuttle contents. It was patient, calm, there was no blood pulsing through it, no heartbeat to cause palpitations in preparation for what it’d already resigned itself to do. In fact, resigned wasn’t the proper word to describe its state of mind. It was just prepared. These weren’t living beings working away their time before it, but tools, and it had need of one of them.
Humans were so predictable in their habits—dirty, clean, it didn’t matter, the habit made humans easy to mark, such as the one it had been watching the whole of these past couple of days, ever since it had received its assignment by secured messenger. It knew that the one it watched would break at 0630 hours Earth Time. It knew that the one would make its way to that particular corner to sneak a few minutes of time alone, eyes closed, before being called back to finish the job. More importantly, it knew that the one it had singled out would be accompanying the cargo to the Cerberus, would be joining the crew of the Cerberus, and would be accompanying them on the mission. It was only to wait a few more seconds—there. The heavyset man with the drooping eyes and the hanging jowls was waving off a couple of the other humans working with him and walking towards the crates. There was laughter, jostling—what did the humans call that? Oh, yes. Good-natured ribbing. Then he was passing the shadowy alcove in which it hid and settling his back against one of the crates, sliding to the floor.
It gave the human a moment to settle before making its way to his side in a soundless manner its borrowed body wouldn’t have been able to of accomplished prior to its arrival. Had someone been watching the scene they would have seen a petite woman wearing the blues of the science department and the insignia of an ensign standing over a slightly overweight man of middling years, her face impassive, the strangely curved blade in her hand glinting dully in the pale ambience of the shuttle bay. They might have been able to call out a warning as she suddenly stooped, passing the blade into the back of the man’s exposed neck and hooking violently, with supernatural strength to sever the head from the shoulders as smoothly as if the knife had been a Klingon Battlemaster’s battlif in the hands of an expert. Even before the head rolled across the floor, the small woman’s hand—its hand—was dipping into the blood gushing from the wound.
Its arm began to ripple, the shape of it changing, the color growing amber-gold. This effect climbed the length of the appendage, chased by the black sleeve of a Star Fleet uniform once more until it carried across the bosom of the girl, replaced by the gold of engineering and the heavier chest of the slain man. Within seconds, the man at its feet was duplicated in it, standing over the decapitated corpse.
Phaser discharge within the starbase would be registered by the computer. Perellian Flesh Worms would not. It had brought these from a deep part of space that was unknown to most and uncharted to the rest. No known sensor could pick them up, and it had been able to encompass the grotesque little creatures within itself when it had been shuttled aboard allowing it to ignore security. Now, opening the small, glass vial, it dumped the translucent creatures onto the body, reserving a couple for the head. The slim, squirming bodies were about the length of a human fingernail, but had a voracious appetite, and didn’t stop at the flesh of their victim. It watched dispassionately as its victim was completely devoured by the creatures, like a school of piranha tearing apart their meal in under a minute, the worms did their work leaving nothing by the bloodstained uniform, devouring bone, muscle, tendon, internal organs…everything else. The problem with Perellian Flesh Worms was that they did not do well with metal, and the instant they touched the surface of the shuttle bay floor, they squirmed in agonizing pain, dissolving into a tiny, light gray series of spots on the floor no larger than one centimeter in diameter.
Retrieving another vial from within itself, the alien released a series of nanobots onto the uniform, waiting patiently while they deconstructed the very molecular structure of the cloth, reducing it to dust. The nanobots dispersed as well, their program complete, their existence at an end, caught up in the filtration system, left to die in the cracks and crevices of the human construction. The dust was summarily scattered. All of this completed just as the doors to the shuttle bay opened admitting the two crewmen who would be accompanying it to the ship.
“Hey, Stan,” one called with a nod. “You must be eager to join up with your new post. We normally have to wake you up when we come off break.”
“What can I say?” the alien replied in the guise of Stan. “I’d die for a change of scenery.”
Posted on 2008-04-02 at 05:55:49.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: Nice bit of history there, Raven.
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:10pm
Firewind frowned as he turned his attention away from the new arrivals and listened to Croaker’s plan. He was happy that the nomad had decided to bury the hatchet with Spiff, but at the same time, the man’s plan was based on them landing transportation of a rather high-profile nature. The medtech didn’t really think it prudent to make too much noise in their current situation, but he wasn’t a tactician—had never thought of himself as one aside from the occasional game of chess. So, with the scowl on his tattooed face, he settled back in his chair and listened to the discourse.
Preacher slowly shook his head, but remained quiet as well. He’d been ‘runnin’ for a long time and not once had he ever ridden in an AV, or a helicopter for that matter. There was a fuel shortage looking on the horizon, all of the market analysts were predicting a serious jump in avgas prices, and major airlines were stockpiling. The cowboy wondered whether he should voice this opinion, but he was pretty sure those who paid close attention to the news would have this knowledge, so he too remained quiet.
Scribe, on the other hand, was never really good at remaining quiet. It came with the gig. Sure, he knew when to let the interview talk, but he was an opinionated S.O.B. and as such, he generally liked to speak his mind, and in this case, though Croaker was “in charge”, he wasn’t leaving anything to chance.
“Croaker, buddy,” DigitalScribe smiled disarmingly and leaned forward. “I’m going to be really impressed if we can come up with that kind of vehicle-play, really impressed indeed. I’ll admit, we’re going to need transport, but…” the media turned his attention towards the fixer and raised his eyebrows at the sharply dressed man. “Dazzle us, Spiff. Please.”
The Red Lantern – East Marina – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 12:10pm
Posted on 2008-04-02 at 05:22:52.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Offer still stands.
I think Jal would be a challenge for anyone to play, but he's a fun enough character that I'd give it a shot to reserve Spooky until Eol's life settled some.
Posted on 2008-04-01 at 04:24:51.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Role Call
All right folks, for the sake of keeping this alive (I'm so tired of Trek games dying before they really get anywhere) sound off. Let's see who is still around and let's get the posting going. This is an open forum game, and even though the "GM" is being kept busy by RL, that doesn't mean that a whole "Season" of "episodes" can't take place in the interim. So, let's see who is still up for space travel.
Posted on 2008-03-28 at 04:43:56.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I'm going to likely be posting...
OK, I'm likely posting this Sunday sometime. I'd like to get things moving forward again. Please get your conversation/planning done as soon as possible. Thank you.
Posted on 2008-03-28 at 04:41:25.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I was. Really.
I was going to suggest that you just find something for him to do that could easily lead back to a write-in later.
Posted on 2008-03-25 at 04:13:08.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: It is a strip club.
Though, this time of day there isn't much action going on.
Posted on 2008-03-25 at 04:11:48.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Saturday?
Oops...too late.
Posted on 2008-03-22 at 17:29:11.
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Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Oops...
Typo. Thanks for the catch.
Space is, apparently, a lonely place.
Posted on 2008-03-22 at 17:28:10.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Wh-oops
That's not a small oversight. That's a whopper! My apologies. I don't have the sheet in front of me, so we'll say that your lieutenant is in a visible location to Spiff, but the fixer can't see anyone else at this time and none of them are at the table.
Posted on 2008-03-20 at 22:35:46.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Amen and hallalujah brother
I full on agree that taking over another person's character is a difficult prospect--no one will be able to play Dash like Robert does, and the friendship between Sam and Wyatt is going to be all the more difficult to play out with someone else in the role. Robert and I found sympatico in the characters.
What I was suggesting from you, YeOlde, was covering Sam Dash in Robert's absence, and working towards the eventual addition of a character unique to you as the story progressed and Robert returned.
I posted this in the CWILLO thread, but I can attempt to preserve that dash of Dash posting for him within my own posts if you'd like Roger.
Posted on 2008-03-19 at 05:33:02.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: umm
I must have missed something, Sui. What do you mean?
Posted on 2008-03-19 at 05:19:29.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Interact!
Do so! Talk amongst yourselves, babble on yon brook... hmmm, that wasn't very CyberPunkish.
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 02:46:03.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: As a last resort...
I'll take that on. Robert does a fantastic job with him, and I know that when I was swamped (more so than I am) I felt terrible about the games I was holding up, but desperately looked forward to returning to them. So, rather than kill him off, I'll try to fit another character into my posts to keep him going until Robert returns.
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 02:45:16.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: I think...
I think YeOlde would be a good addition, and he has already expressed an interest.
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 02:43:47.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: possibilties
Oh, I am always careful.
Maybe those two were eaten by yetis and their bodies replaced by automatons in order to hitch a ride with us back to civilization where they will proceed to take over the world...
Not to help the GM with the plot, or offer up any ideas (like that's needed).
Posted on 2008-03-18 at 02:13:16.
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