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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Buggar!
I was hoping not to get shaken or stirred. At least we survived.
Oh, by the way, I'm waiting to see what Maximus does to the green before I post.
Posted on 2007-10-31 at 01:03:54.
Edited on 2007-11-02 at 02:04:21 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Sent.
The sheet has been sent.
Posted on 2007-10-31 at 00:56:15.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Pretty standard
Seemed to be a pretty standard practice for a special forces team. They figure they're capable enough to handle anything that comes their way. After all, that's what the government trained them for, right?
Posted on 2007-10-31 at 00:55:04.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: We are only as successful as our intel.
Monty rested on his back face towards the darker recesses of the cold ceiling, eyes unseeing, closed as his mind's eye ventured forth on projected outcomes of their mission. There were paths in those winding avenues where they encountered nothing but a downed communication relay. Darker lanes came to dead ends--horrible scenes of blood and violence reaped upon the researchers by cabin fever. Less traveled were the dusty trails where upon one or more of his team came home in a body bag: himself included. Statistically speaking at least two of them were doomed. Monty had buried three people he was responsible for in his career, and had attended more funerals than he cared to count. His wasn't the safest of professions.
After a while his wrist watch alarm sounded and the lieutenant rose smoothly, fluidly, from his respite. With half-lidded eyes, the countryboy surveyed the room taking in the positioning of each member, including the apparent trouble-seeking new addition and Silent Bob. Sweeping a hand over the top of his nearly bald head, Monty acknowledged Blake's approach with a nod towards her laptop. He'd set it next to the cot when he'd finished reviewing the dosiers. He quickly realized that the laptop was playing second fiddle to the news the Goth had to relay.
"Naw," he drawled in a quiet county manner, his brow raised and his lips twisted at the obvious joke being played on him. The CO takes a nap and the team has a little fun with him. Classic--the Chief's expression held as she lifted the laptop and settled it into her bag.
"Naw," Monty said again, looking about at the others for confirmation of the joke. When each person remained locked in their own attention his brow came together. "You're serious?"
The confirmation unsettled him. "F-in' abominable snowman?" Again, Blake confirmed with the panache he'd already come to associate with her. "Is there proof I can see?" He'd never had a team member dislike him enough to try and screw him over with the Brass, but he'd known plenty of officers who had ad didn't plan on letting it happen to him. For some reason scenes from Planet of the Apes played through the back of his mind. God, how he used to think that movie was so cool, what with the whole "dirty ape" speech by Heston. The remake hadn't done it justice, and Monty couldn't really believe in snow apes anyway; he was, after all, an Army Ranger. Unfortunately, as he thought about the information the chief had just brought him and the likelihood that she'd mistaken the corpse of a polar bear for that of an ape he realized that if the base commander had sat them in his office with the full knowledge of whatever it was hanging out in his storage facility--under guard--and hadn't brought it to their attention, he was about as likely to show them upon request as Blake was of being caught in a formal gown. Did that mean he knew how to approach the subject with the rest of the team? Hell no!
With the suddenly vicious image of a rather large, white beast with blood encrusted, clawed hands dragging all of their decapitated heads down one of those dark alleys in his head, the lieutenant brought Kane and Blake together to plan their entry in more detail. For the time being, he kept the information to himself, sharing a look with the Chief that he hoped illustrated his indecision on the matter. As they were led to the helicopter he still hadn't made up his mind. It wasn't until they saw the strange blue field that his decision was made.
"Put us down there!" he called, pointing to a spot about fifty meters from the edge of the glow on the east side, a place where a snow dune would offer them some cover from the white-swept compound.
Once the were grounded and gathered into their fire teams Monty had them all take a knee on the snow.
"Some crazy sh** going on here boys and girls. This blue glow-park ain't the half of it neither. I don't know if they've been expiramenting on monkeys here or what, but--" he quickly relayed Blake's find to the rest of the group. "This don't change how we go in. We gow in hot, expecting trouble, and covering each other's asses. Got it?
"Good. Team one will sweep the southern hemisphere. Team two will take the north. Secure the buildings' main floor only, and regroup int the main facility's lobby in one hour.
"Now, unless Chief Blake has anything to add concerning what this blue igloo is; we move out."
Posted on 2007-10-30 at 06:56:06.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: It isn't a contest.
Paying gig. A comic book. One of these days soon I'll get a post together.
Posted on 2007-10-30 at 04:02:37.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: No. No stopping the game yet.
I've no plans of stopping yet. I'm in the middle of a huge art project and have a deadline of the end of November. Work has been keeping me late as I develop my department every week night making it so that I am falling behind on the art. Seeing how I've never missed a deadline this is taking up most of my time. This is why I've been slow with responses, posting irregularly, and more of a wraith around these parts of late than an admin.
Posted on 2007-10-27 at 07:56:22.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: fighter with a big budget...LOL
Nice sketch. Little known fact: Char's portrait is the dude in the upper right portion of the RDINN banner.
Posted on 2007-10-26 at 02:39:32.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Propriety, or loyalty?
Nice... keep them grunts in line!
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 02:48:31.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: If I weren't in the Army I'd release a rather heavy sigh...
Monty let his counting fade away as the Corporal relieved himself of any decorum. The lieutenant did nothing more than raise his eyebrows in an expression of visible consideration as Hart readily dismissed himself and made his way to Blake. The Lieutenant tilted his head to the side slightly at Blake's confirmation of his request for information from the soldier, and then gave a slight twitch of his head as though shaking the memory of what had just happened from his mind. He was about to address the man when the Staff Sergeant stepped in. This time, Monty let him have his way with the man, and instead turned to the Private.
"Well, son? You got some smart ass way of responding to a superior officer, or are you itchin' to keep your skin in tact? Sergeant Kane likes to peel it off of greens who like to smart off real slow, kinda like skinnin' a rabbit."
Monty spoke calmly, even casually, without an edge to his voice as though what he'd just said was just a matter of fact, no elaboration.
Once the introductions are in place (OOC: didn't want to hold up game play so I'm moving things forward by intention. I don't pretend to be running the game, so if Olan determines otherwise, then I'll backpost) Monty will review the new personnel files with Blake, make sure that Inga has all of the medical information she needs on each of the team, receive a report on the condition of the unit from Kane, and review the maps Blake has with the team developing a point of entry plan and a preliminary plan of action for the teams that involves separate into each fire team to cover more ground while maintaining radio contact. If there's enough time, he'll order everyone down for some shuteye and then they'll hoof it to their ride, all clean and proper like.
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 02:46:12.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Stay on target... stay on target...
Char had little choice, but to make short work of the fellow in front of him; who seemed to be a bit more resilient and resourceful than the ranger had hoped. Curling his lip into a snarl, the woodsman pressed, spinning his blades in a portentous display of swordsmanship, he cut, slashed, and danced the deadly weapons in and around the Green's defenses.
(OOC: continue with the fight. If he kills this one, he'll move to support anyone who looks like they could use help. Barring that, Char'll take Arien's sword side to help protect against an attack not covered by the shield. Barring that, he'll make sure Da' Moon isn't in trouble and move to help Da' Dwarf.)
Posted on 2007-10-25 at 02:33:01.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A decision has been made.
Why'd it seem like all the jobs they ran as of late got 'em in trouble? Wyatt impatiently drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair as the suggestions came in. One ear on the intercom, the other to the ground, so to speak. The way he figured it they were humped whether they flew in nose first, or ass first. Once it became known they weren't who was expected questions'd be raised 'bout how they got past the blockade, the Consortium'd send in the Law, and they'd be bound by It. Rocinante'd wind up grounded, and likely auctioned off while they spent a good long while rotting away in prison on some God-forsaken backwater moon. Even with these erstwhile thoughts bouncing 'round his head the captain's face remained a mask of calm.
The intercom fell silent and Wyatt paused for a brief moment longer while he formulated a plan. The fuel readings were as much a deciding factor as their lack of resources on the planet--God, but he wouldn't give a fortune to have a connection with the local authorities right then! Then again, he'd be happy with a major distraction; maybe a meteor shower, or a Reaver raiding party, or the Alliance showing up to recognize some big damn hero to take the focus off them. It wasn't in the cards though, which meant that the crew of Rocinante'd have to play the round holding butkuss and bluffin' like they was born to it.
"Alright," Sung clicked the comm button and held the receiver close to his lips. "We'll continue on in. Ash, get strapped. Willow, get all gussied up 'cause you're the ace up our sleeve at the moment. Yer gonna hafts have yer game face on, Sweetheart, or we'll like be eating jailhouse grub tonight. Once were earthbound everyone but Trish'll make landfall like were accompanying Willow as bodyguards. Let's hope that there's no registered companions portside or we're humped."
Wyatt released the clicker and dropped the device back in its cradle. "Take us down Sam, and once we're landed get your hog's leg and meet us in the hold."
That said, Captain Sung rose up out of his seat, retreated to his quarters, and began getting ready for action by slipping into his mesh shirt, slinging his Colt, and sliding his shotgun rig into place. He didn't leave off his knife, holdout, or patting his picture of elephants good-bye either before he made his way to the cargo hold to experience their welcome.
Posted on 2007-10-22 at 06:23:30.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Shopping list
While we're at it can we get a topographical map, a heat imaging map, a satellite imaging map, a DNA map, a political region map, a "location of bad guys" map, and a toothbrush? I don't know... I'm just trying to make more work for Olan since he smite me. It isn't my fault he decided to maim Noah, why do I have to get smitten? 
Posted on 2007-10-20 at 17:55:29.
Edited on 2007-10-20 at 17:55:42 by Bromern Sal
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I replied.
I'm beginning to think people don't like the game no mores.
Posted on 2007-10-18 at 02:14:19.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: I intend to.
I fully intend to post soon, but am currently swamped. So, in case my not posting would hinder the progress of combat, and thus the game; please know that Char isn't going to change his focus from the Green he faces unless something serious occurs...which could mean any number of things, but includes the Green's death, a party member's serious injury necessitating retreat, or the discovery that Darth Vader is Char's father in which case the fact that I've used an impossibly long, and somewhat exhausting, run-on sentence in this thread is entirely moot and should be ignored.
Posted on 2007-10-17 at 01:37:06.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I wouldn't know...
I've never been in a game of yours that's lasted.  Oh, no he di'n't. Yup... I went there.
Only because we've all had them so it isn't like I'm picking on Olan--well, OK, I'm picking on Olan. But he deserves it for cutting his son's feet off for a photoshoot.
Posted on 2007-10-13 at 18:16:28.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Response
Monty stopped short in the middle of the hall when Sgt. Kane addressed him. The Lieutenant listened to the suggested assignments and gave a nod.
"Sounds good to me Sergeant. Way to take the initiative," the latter end of the statement was offered with a rather informal slap to the shoulder as Monty turned and proceeded on course for the barracks.
Once in the drafty quarters, Lt. Kernan returned the salutes before offering an, "As you were." Then, as he made his way to one of the cots, the country boy dropped introductions over his shoulder like a week-old newspaper. Setting what gear he carried with him on the flimsy-looking bed he turned and gave a nod to the shorter of the two men.
"Corporal Hart," he slid his gaze to the larger man as though it were on ice. "Private Pearson. Welcome to the team.
"We haven't been together for long, and yet, we're being asked to perform like a well-oiled machine. I don't appreciate anomalies on my team, and right now, that's what the two of you are. I don't doubt that within the next thirty seconds or so Chief Blake will pipe up with the fact that she's got your files on hand for my review, but if there's anything you wish to share in the meantime, I expect y'all have about fifteen seconds apiece to do so. Fourteen...thirteen...twelve..."
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 01:16:21.
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Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Hmm... Warning Wil Robinson, Warning!
If we have an NPC joining the team he's bound to be a doppelganger of alien origin ready to rip our faces off at the first opportunity and assume our identities. Forget that this would require him to have had prior knowledge of our arrival and arranged all of the proper paperwork. Forget that nothing about this has yet been but assumed paranormal. Forget that assuming all of our personalities would lead to extensive psychotherapy (do aliens have that). Just, for the sake of all that is holy: BEWARE THE NPC!
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 01:02:05.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Uh... Call me Mr. Team Player.
I vote one unplanned nap per adventuring party per adventure is plenty. 
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 00:59:19.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Gwai Ma Jeow...
“We’re humped!”
Wyatt’s face remained impassive as his eyes played quickly over the readouts and displays. It sure seemed like Dash was right, and in the split second it took Wyatt to come to that conclusion the warnings went dead. Sung held up a hand to stall the evasive maneuvers he knew were just a blink of an eye away—not that he needed to, Sam was well aware of the sudden change as well, and the telltale sensation of being pressed back into his seat told Wyatt that the pilot had acted on their good luck.
The black gave way to atmosphere, slowly at first, the coupled with a slight burn across the nose of Rocinante that crawled up to the cockpit and shook the whole of the ship like an angry child. Dash made the announcement that he was going to Burn and Wyatt snatched the intercom from its perch.
“Looks like we made it boys an’ girls. Fasten in ‘cause we’re burnin’ atmo.” As soon as his announcement was made, the radio squawked to life.
“This is the Frisco Port Authority! Gau Guhn! The whole town’s turned out to greets you. There’s a band and everything. Mr. Blake is hopin’ you’ll make a speech when you land—you know, to get everyone’s sprit up and all. You are cleared to land on Pad One. See you in the world!”
Wyatt sat back in his seat and cocked his head slightly to the side while he stared at the console the happy voice had just emitted through. Then, slowly, Captain Sung turned and offered Sam a questioning gaze while tilting his hat back on his head.
“A shipment of ice don’t warrant a parade in my book. I think the mule we piggybacked in here might’ve been set fer somethin’ glorious, an’ we’ve now been mistaken for the other boat. How W’rin Bu Lai, Whai W’rin Bu Jwo (Good luck don’t come, bad luck don’t leave).” Wyatt thought for a moment… they didn’t have too long.
“Need some suggestions, folks,” Wyatt had grabbed the intercom again and was now relaying his request throughout Rocinante’s interior. “Seems we’ve slipped into the boots of expected guests, only we’re not gonna be received too well once we dock an’ the good folks down there realize we ain’t who they was expectin’. Then, as I see it, it’ll all come t’ light that we just ran the gauntlet and the bloody Consortium’ll be itchin’ for our scalps.
“Though, the other side t’ the coin is, we hoof it for greener pastures elsewhere an’ we’re like as not t’ get the Consortium all spit shining their iron and testin’ their hangin’ rope all the same. Either way, seems we’re humped ‘less we can come up with somethin’ Da Chung Wu Dahn (impressive display, despite having no substance).”
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 01:59:22.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Not enough time.
He wouldn't have had enough time to do anything efficient before the warehouse. We'll get to that though in game play.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 18:56:27.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: We've plenty...
There're plenty of virgins in Utah if we need a sacrifice. Oh, that's going to come across wrong on a search for Evils and D&D.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 18:46:15.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: That's one of the problems...
With long lulls between posts. I thought I'd got everything. Send me a PM with the items I didn't cover that Spiff was trying to accomplish and I'll give you results if any. As for the medical care... as of yet; no. Firewind was trying first to save the package, then to figure out what exactly killed her.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 03:19:09.
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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I've sent the sheet.
I've sent the Excel spreadsheet that contains the character.
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 20:42:51.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Oh, if it weren't...
Then we wouldn't be enjoying things Roger!
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 20:39:58.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: How come I have a sinking feeling about this?
Empty rooms soon gave way to an occupied chamber and Char immediately felt his heart leap. It wasn't that he enjoyed battle and the killing that resulted. No, he was more about the art of swordplay, the form, the challenge it presented oneself, but in this case, Greens meant that he wasn't about to face down some crazy powerful wizard, and for that, he was gratefully excited.
Stepping to the side of the armored men, Char let fly two arrows for the commander; quick, precise, and hopefully more than a little deadly. Then, as quickly as he could, the ranger sets himself behind Arien and sheathes his bow in the quiver before drawing his two Kukri blades. His smile is faint beneath his mud-colored facial hair, his long, unruly locks flowing before him in a fashion that should be disconcerting, but that he is so used to it bothers him not at all. Greens for the picking; Arien and Maximus as the brute force, Char glides in with grace and skill, spinning his weapons and hunting prey.
"Side t' side, Lads!" he calls just loud enough for his companions to hear, and hopefully not loud enough to give the Greens time to react to a shift in position. Normally that would have been Arien barking a quick field command, but the knight's disposition seemed more intent on wading through this to get up the stairs. The ranger didn't know if the big man would have made the order or not, and despite the rush of battle, he felt a little embarrassed at having given orders when Arien was back in action.
Intent on the Greens, Char will stay at the side of the knight, working to eliminate the threats as quickly and efficiently as possible while not giving up their flank...and hoping to use a bit of Arien's shield to keep those nasty little stingers at bay.
Posted on 2007-10-06 at 21:09:05.
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