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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: That's Dash...
...bein' twitchy, is all.
He just skimmed past the Purple Bellies, clenchin' his buttocks once he thought they was had, and considerin' the data he got from Tink, he ain't feelin on the upside of skittish just yet... 
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 21:09:50.
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Topic: Getting to know you
Subject: Drive?
No need to drive me to insanity... I live within walking distance... save the gas, it's expensive.
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 19:48:00.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Fakin' it...
Stepping into someone else's shoes, as it were, by landing on that pad isn't something Dash is really 'in to'... to many variables to consider and too many things to possibly get humped up for him to keep the paranoia at bay... Faking a crash similar to the one he faked to escape the Alliance and 'kill Morgan Trent' might be a valid option in his mind, at this point. The kid's got plenty of grenades stored away that could be used to add the fireworks... a little fancy flying, sputtering the engines, and pumping some smoke and such through the 'exhaust' might help with convincing the locals that the ship has problems as it passes over, etc... just a thought.
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 19:41:40.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Pucker factor: 9.5
“Shhhh, bao bei,” Dash mumbled as he reached out and flipped the silent running toggle that Kora had installed, “not s’much as a clickty-clack.” His gaze dipped to the console, unnecessarily verifying that Wyatt had his back from the co-pilot’s chair, then swept discerningly over the scene beyond Roc’s canopy before returning to the console. Sight, instinct, instruments, in that order… that’s the way he had flown all his life and it had kept him breathing so far. The pilot’s eyes repeated the circuit over and over as he nudged the Firefly towards the gap between the cruiser and the destroyer and, in those first moments, a whisper would have been like a scream in Rocinante’s cockpit.
Let’s hope we’re jus’ as quiet out there, he thought, tweaking the yoke to starboard a hair in order to keep clear of the Alliance vessels short range capabilities. If Alliance protocols held true, Sam reckoned, these blockade boats wouldn’t be wasting resources on pinging the long ranges… not in support of some gorram Mining Consortium money grubbin’ nonsense, no how… There was a sudden prickling at the back of his neck and, for a quick second, Dash considered the stowaway cat and the tracking collar the critter had been wearing and the twitchy part of his mind suddenly screamed ‘Trap!’.
“Easy,” he muttered, flexing his fingers around the controls and forcing his gaze to sweep the circuit again, “do th’ job an’ don’ ruttin’ think.” His instincts told him that they had just nosed into the ‘danger zone’ and letting his paranoia get the best of him now could lead to the whole crew being wong dahn (done for). “Ever’body hold yer ruttin’ breath,” he said, this time not muttering, “if’n ya gotta sneeze er fart, get it done in th’ next two seconds; we’s in the ugly.”
Absently chewing his lower lip, Dash made a minor adjustment to their course when he spotted another Firefly detaching from the Redoubtable. “There’s our hidey-hole, Cap,” he breathed, nodding in the Seka’s direction, “we’ll glue ourselves to their hull and drift right on by.”
He reached for the mic without taking his eyes off of the other transport. “A’ight, mei…dammit.” He released the talk button and scowled, remembering that Kora was no longer backing him in the engine room and his stomach flipped at the thought. Dash cued the mic again, correcting the hail; “Hey, Kid! Gonna need s’more juice inna mains… just a nudge, boy… don’ go burnin’ us out.”
“Not a problem, Dash,” Asher called back after a moment.
The pilot smiled faintly as he verified that the Kid had gotten the results they needed, then goosed the throttle and maneuvered into position to shadow the Seka. “Way how, Kid…here comes the fun mi tian gohn.” As delicately as he could, Dash weaseled into the Seka’s shadow, rolling Rocinante over and sidling up to the already cleared ship. Ya don’ see me, ya don’ see me, ya don’ see me, the pseudo-mantra repeated in his mind as he eased in.
“Gun! Son of a motherless…” he swore quietly as an inadvertent twitch on the controls bumped Roc just a hair too close to the other ship. If that didn’ set off their prox, they need new ‘lectrics… Gorram it! Wyatt had been quick to correct the error, though, and Dash let out his breath as he nodded his thanks to the Captain.
“If they seen us,” he whispered after a few moments, “they ain’t too all fired concerned about it, Cap. Another ten minutes or so an’ we’re inna roost, free an’…” It was then that his console lit up and Sam almost flinched; the Victorious had kicked in a long range sweep. “We’re humped!”
If the Seka’s ‘accident’ had come a nanosecond later, Roc’s crew might have been treated to the sound of a horse galloping through the decks as Dash’s fingers were a hair’s breadth from killing the baffles and dumping the Firefly to full-burn. An apparent miracle had occurred, though, and the other ship fell back, listing erratically and spewing fuel vapor into the Black. “Jahn,(fantastic),” Sam breathed, flicking an incredulous glance at Wyatt and catching the captain’s raised hand that would’ve been a warning to forestall any evasive manuevers, as the warning lights winked out, “That’s all I need…Sheh sheh, Jayzus!” Without a second thought as to the why’s or wherefores of the other boat’s sudden problems, Dash opened up the throttle and pushed Roc for atmo.
“Bringin’ ‘er in, Wyatt,” Dash said as he hauled back on the yoke and bellied the Firefly into Regina’s exosphere, “I got the burn in if’n ya wanna tell the kids.” His grip firmed up on the controls as Rocinante passed through the next layer of atmo and then shook like a dog’s chew toy as the mesosphere burned against her hull.
“This is the Frisco Port Authority,” the comm. squawked almost immediately after Wyatt’s announcement to the crew, “Gau Guhn! The whole town’s turned out to greet 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!”
The pilot arched a confused brow. Surely that message wasn’t intended for them… A band? Who inna hell is Blake? Speech?!? … “Umm,” he said, once again glancing in the Cap’s direction, “oops? Sounds like we stepped off the wagon and into the sheepdip, puhn yoh; that ain’t us, I don’ reckon.
We take that slip they’re offerin’ an’ we’re humped like a reaver in a lovebot factory, Cap. We could burn ta th’ outskirts an’ find us a nest ta hide in, contact this Sachet fella an’ go from there but, I reckon, that’d be purtnear’s bad’s pretending we is who we ain’t, get me?”
Even as Wyatt snatched the mic from it’s cradle and solicitied input from the rest of the crew, Dash’s mind flashed to the reeling Firefly they’d shadowed past the blockade and, then, back a couple of years before that – to a time when his name was Morgan Trent and he had become sickened by flying for the Alliance and… “Or,” he realized suddenly, though unaware he was actually voicing the thought, “we could fake us a crash…”
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 19:21:49.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Only if I can wear a rubber Batman suit
^ Forgot a < post
< needs to finish up a couple of 'real posts'
V Duct taped to a fence post
Posted on 2007-10-12 at 16:28:17.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That'd be me...
^ Needs to visit more often
< Always on the lookout for heavier traffic to play in
V Opens bottles using their earlobes 
Posted on 2007-10-11 at 19:05:34.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: LOL @ crossbow targets
That's right, leave the neurotic little mage out of that group... one unplanned nap per adventure is plenty.
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 21:30:51.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Valentine, you tease!
For a second, Jal’s pursuit of Arien and the rest was delayed as Valentine called out to him and, an instant later, had covered the distance between them and stood at his side. “I’ll go if you go,” the battle mage whispered, drawing his blade and gesturing to the pinnacle of the tower…
Will you? Really? The prospect of flying up amidst the gods-awful magic that whorled around the tower took on a new promise as the former Red’s offer pecked at Jal’s mind and, had Adrien lingered another second longer, the urchin mage was certain that the fly spell would have been cast and he would have found himself shooting skyward… When Valentine shrugged, offered a faint grin, and dashed off after the rest, though, Jal sighed – almost in disappointment – and followed. Damn fool, he chastised himself in the absence of Wynter’s voice, the idea was suicidal folly and the Red knows it. He was having fun with you…
Having reached the tower, Jal skulked along behind the rest, a litany of spell formulae cycling through his mind as he tried to prepare himself for whatever may lie in wait ahead. Initially, the way seemed clear… no Imperials lying in wait, nothing hiding in the pair of rooms that flanked the corridor they had found themselves in… but, of course, that was not to be the way of things throughout. The corridor opened into another room at it’s end and inside, not surprisingly at all, were a contingent of Greens.
“Looks like we’ve got a chokepoint,” Valentine muttered, glancing at Jal with a bit of a smirk, “Lucky us.”
“Mmm,” Jal nodded as his pale eyes surveyed the room, “Lucky indeed… perhaps I’ll stay awake to remember it this time.”
The greens had flipped over a table to provide themselves with some sort of cover from which to launch their poison bolts, the urchin mage noted as Valentine set about casting his Grease spell… That won’t do, will it, my love? he found himself talking to the absent ghost girl as the tattooed symbols of a levitate spell flared across the back of his left hand. Not with that one on the stairs and more surely to show from the upper levels… hardly fair, at all…
((OOC: Let’s levitate that table out of the way, shall we, and get those greens out in the open for round 1… Following that, Jal will cast Tasha’s Uncontrolable Hideous Laughter (focusing on any green that may still be deferring to his crossbow) and, if the opportunity presents itself and a green wanders under the levitated table, he’ll cancel the spell in hopes of dropping the table on someone’s head…. Magic missile for range and a dagger for those who get too close afterwards…. ))
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 15:09:51.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: Tomorrow or tonight....
Got spells lined up and actions figured out for ol' Spooky... just need to wrap it up in pretty paper, tie it up with a shiny bow and put it under the tree. 
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 19:48:49.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: A fork in the path...which branch to choose?
For a moment, Caise’s feet felt as if they had rooted themselves to the pavement beneath him, and it seemed to him that all he was capable of was standing his ground and batting away blaster bolts as they showered down on them. Mercury and Lana had been quick to drag Jeena to cover (and in coaxing the distraught Jaal to follow) while the rest of the rag-tag group had responded with return fire against their assailants. Despite the quick reactions of his companions, though, the padawan didn’t get the sense that now was the time to push through the crowd in pursuit of their attackers… Not until they’re safely away, he reminded himself once more as another blaster bolt barked from the blade of his saber. Once they’re clear of the mercantile, then we can press an offensi…
“Get down,” Caise shouted, his thoughts interrupted by another threatening ripple in the Force. Shortly afterwards the air vibrated with the ominous hum of a rocket that missed the party but exploded against the wall of the mercantile, tearing the place open and showering with debris and cloying them with the smoke resultant of the impact. The miraluka almost smiled when the shockwave cleared from his perceptions and he realized that none of his companions had been injured by the latest explosion but that relief was fleeting; quickly replaced by concern at the addition of two more attackers from somewhere in the streets. Dime, Ziv, and Damanil showed no hesitation in continuing the exchange, though, and even managed to eliminate one of them from the equation.
It seemed, too, that the explosion had finally spurred some functionality to the now wrecked shop’s autopark servos. Caise, having heard the door open and sensed Mercury and Lana making efforts to get Jaal and Jeena loaded aboard, no longer felt rooted to the spot he had chosen from which to defend them. Hopefully, Mercury, he thought as he let go of his solely defensive posture and sought out the nearest of the attackers, you won’t wait to get them as far from here as possible.
Even as the young padawan surged forward to close the distance between himself and one of the attackers, he heard Damanil’s commlink crackle to life. The message that was broadcast over the thing was lost on him, though, as his focus now was to get to one of these assailants, even the odds, and perhaps gather a little information. As it turned out, though, he didn’t need to hear the conversation; Shadoran was quick to advise him of the context of the transmissions.
“We’re about to have company, Jedi,” he heard the soldier call out. The underlying energies that had accompanied Damanil’s statement left no doubt in Caise’s mind that ‘company’ meant another freighter-load of possible trouble.
“Understood,” Caise answered even as he pressed forward. Part of him knew that the best course of action would be to get as far away from this location as possible but a bigger part demanded answers. Ever since his mission had brought him within hours of Taanab’s atmosphere, the attacks against him (or, perhaps, someone with him) had been almost a constant and, he had decided, it was time to get some answers.
((OOC: Okay… Caise feels that Jeena and Jaal are on their way to being clear of the immediate danger and is no longer in defense only mode. He’s taking the fight to the baddies; the hopes here being 1) to hopefully draw fire away from those in the speeder, 2) to eliminate some of the threat from the attackers, and 3) in the best case scenario, get some information out of one of them… unless left with no choice, Caise won’t try to kill anyone, going for disarm/subdue if possible… Also, due to Raven’s busy schedule, minor liberties taken with Damanil’s dialogue; edits as necessary…))
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 19:04:34.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Thank you!
Glad that you like them, Ginafae... thanks for the kind words.
Aaaaaand, welcome back, by the way. Good to see that you haven't completely disappeared on us.
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 18:27:44.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: *crosses fingers*
Here's hoping.
Got something in the works now that the charge of the fighter types has commenced... may the dice be with me or somesuch! 
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 18:20:43.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Mind trick the GM?
*waves a hand* Damanil will focus on the sniper... he really wants that rifle.
joking, of course... I am not planting subliminal messages in my posts, I swear.
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 18:17:06.
Edited on 2007-10-08 at 18:17:50 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: And what better environment...
...in which to fall asleep in combat and fine tune flawed magic? None, I say... I'm always wonder what stupid mistake Jal's going to make next, y'know?
Try to sneak by a Green even when yer invisible... *thwap*... that'll learn ya!
Posted on 2007-10-08 at 13:53:51.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Seconded!
No doubt! Nice to see a post from Lana and, even though you said 'it wasn't much,' Tri, I thought you picked up right nicely.
When you get around to whipping up some thoughts on what you see Lana looking like, let me know and I'll get that sketch started... unless you want to go with Ayrn's suggestion a few pages back and go for that Rhianna look...  ... that I can probably have done by the time Olan updates us next.
Posted on 2007-10-05 at 18:26:36.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: ...you just might get it!
“…to each his own,” Ziv had quipped in reply as he returned the datapad to his pack, “Me, I prefer some action to all this sneaking about and not knowing where we’re going.”
Caise chuckled softly, remembering well the time in his life when he, too, sought excitement and adventure with little regard for caution. Had it not been for Master Trask’s wisdom and patience in imparting that wisdom to him, Caise knew, that his time with the Order would have ended some time ago; likely in a gruesome fashion. “Understood, Ziv,” the padawan nodded, “but keep in mind that, to be effective, action must be directed to clearly conceived ends. So, you see, all this ‘sneaking about’ is not for the sake of avoiding action but, instead, guiding us into action with a clearer perception of what we are to face. Do not strive to be like the men of action who, in reality, are little more than unconscious instruments of the men of thought.”
It was then that Dime caught their attention, waving them down as he exited the mercantile with his purchases in hand. The charismatic twi’lek, obviously pleased at having found a fizz horn, was smiling broadly as Caise and the rest moved in his direction. “Have any of you heard of ‘The Great Al’ of Alderaan,” Dime asked as they drew up and gathered loosely in front of the shop, “He made his career on this instrument…”
“My master is from Alderaan,” Caise nodded, almost certain that Trask had played some of The Great Al’s music from time to time, “I’m sure that I’ve heard the music before but I can’t claim to recall the performer.”
“So,” Dime queried after a moment, his violet eyes having skimmed the faces of their makeshift group, “where is everyone headed? Is this goodbye?”
“Only if your path leads you somewhere other than Pandath, my friend,” Caise replied, taking a moment to brief Dime and the rest on what had transpired with the minister and, as a result, his need to move on to the larger city. As he finished, his gaze sought out Mercury; “We’ll need to make arrangements for transport there, of course,” he said, knowing that, like Ziv, the pilot was likely bored with milling about the town and in need of a distraction or, at least the promise of something to do in the near future, “and, when we arrive, Mercury, if you could look into finding an out-bound ship for us…”
“You guys are still here?” Jaal and Jeena had appeared from the interior of Brod’s then, both grinning and obviously enjoying being in one another’s company. Jaal proceeded to ask questions about the party’s successes and relate some of his own (which Jeena didn’t hold the same excitement for where the equipment was concerned, though there was some pride in her remarks about the differences between Jaal and his father’s personalities).
“Listen,” the young rancher smiled as he turned and guided Jeena towards the end of the building, “I’ve got to get back to the plantation, else we’d give you a ride there ourselves. But the trans depot is halfway across town from here – we’ll give you a ride there.”
The group followed the young couple towards the automated parking facility, dismissing the apologies made by Jaal for the antiquity of the structure’s servos as no great concern, and expressing appreciation for yet another ride. Eager to know what was on the datachip that Rool had provided him and somewhat anxious to get to a spot where Ziv or one of the others could set about accessing the thing, Caise was, at first, oblivious of the danger that had surrounded them. It wasn’t until after Jeena and Jaal had shared an intimate moment and the girl turned, apparently, to address Caise that he sensed something was terribly wrong.
Jeena’s aura, when she had turned to face him, was a warm, mingling wash of love for Jaal, burgeoning friendship for the ‘strangers’ who had been in her company since the evening before, and an overall flow of happiness and peace. The miraluka padawan found it almost surreal the way that all of that seemed to melt suddenly away to be replaced with confusion, pain, and…
…Danger!
Suddenly, it seemed, that danger was the only palpable energy in the Force and Caise’s hand dipped to his saber even as Jeena numbly realized what had just happened to her and, an heartbeat later, Jaal’s anguished scream tore through the air. The Jedi turned, instinctively seeking out the origin of the shot that had felled the girl, and was met with a great, red wave of angry energy that momentarily blotted out his perceptions and painfully tossed them all to the ground as it crashed over them.
Blast it! No! Caise’s mind raged. This was the second time in as many days that he’d seen an innocent shot – likely as a result of actions he had or hadn’t taken – and, for the negligible fraction of a second that he lay on the street, anger flooded his emotions. Anger at himself for sensing the danger too late and anger at whoever it was that had attacked them so blatantly.
There is no emotion, the Code reminded him as his hand closed around his saber, the blade igniting as he kicked up to regain his feet, there is peace… The lightsaber whirred as it swept out in front of him to bat away the blaster bolts that rained down on them and the remaining lines of the Jedi mantra cycled through his mind, centering him again and allowing him to focus on what had to be done. There is no death; there is the Force. Even as this last line faded to silence in his mind, Caise had picked out the three attackers that were nearest to them and had sent his senses out to see if there were more… Jaal’s keening over Jeena, though, made him realize that death was a very real prospect for some.
“Get them out of here,” Caise demanded of no one in particular as he moved to impose himself between the young couple and any weapons fire that might have threatened them further. His instinct was to close the distance between himself and the attackers… take away their distance advantage… but he couldn’t leave Jaal and his girlfriend exposed.
((OOC: Okay… that got longer than I expected… For the time being, Caise will focus on defending the civvies until they’re out of the immediate line of fire, so to speak. I’m assuming that Jaal’s speeder has yet to be spit out from the auto-park… might be a good thing if that were to show up soon… both as a means of providing cover and of getting at least some of us out of here. Anyhoo, Enhance Ability (Dex) +3, for the time being, please and, once the civilians are clear, hit me with Battlemind and we’re going after the baddies! Any way apparent to get to the sniper’s nest relatively quickly (stairwells/fire escapes that could be quickly ascended, etc)… we need to get that sniper taken care of ASAP methinks… Updates, edits, etc as necessary))
Posted on 2007-10-04 at 19:11:02.
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Topic: EXTREME Sports
Subject: Try this one, Stiller!
Dodgebomb!
Posted on 2007-10-02 at 19:15:58.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: That's right, and I blame MATH!
^ Has returned
< No deposit, no return
V 5 cents in Michigan, New York, and New Hampshire; 10 cents in Hawaii
Posted on 2007-10-02 at 19:12:10.
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Hey Ayrn!
...It's waiting for Tri to put the PC touches on the character description and such, actually. Once I get a better idea from him about the way he envisions the char, I'll have something cranked out for it... I did like your idea about the Rhianna-look, though.
Posted on 2007-10-01 at 16:24:38.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Shorty
Upon reaching the top of the steps, Jal was awestruck at the sight that greeted them. The sheer power it must take to do something like this, he marveled, almost seeming to oblivious to the horror and utter violence described by the falling, broken bodies.
For a brief instant, his curiosity bade him to weave a spell that would allow him to fly up into the midst of the carnage, high above the ground that the party now stood on, and feel that power at closer range… maybe even tap into it and use it to their advantage… or at the very least, see from whence it emanated…
"Friends," Arien said quietly, interrupting the Spellbinder’s awe-inspired musings, "I will not - cannot - turn back. You have stood with me, have protected me, and I thank you for it. You have ventured further than I could ever have asked. But now, we may truly face death closer than anyone has the right to do - and still live to tell the tale. If you turn back, I cannot fault you."
Jal had blinked away his fascination just in time to see the knight turn and charge towards the tower… and blinked again when Maximus, stating simply that Arien “cannot go alone,” hefted his own blade and stomped off in pursuit. The urchin-mage’s pale eyes flitted from face to face of those that remained, then. He had no words to speak as the others had and, even if he did, would speaking them make this decision any less final?
"T' da gates o' da Abyss we go den,” Char chuckled – a sound more of resignation that mirth – before following the other fighters in traversing the ruined hallway, “an' wit da smiles upon er faces we do it, fer it be wit friends we go t' die, an' fer more'n money we do offer 'rselves."
Friends, Jal thought, watching the ranger for a moment, then looking to the party members that, as yet, remained on this side of the corridor, I suppose there are worse things to die for. His eyes lifted skyward again, studying the tower for a moment, and the magical carnage that rained down around it, once more considering simply flying to its heights and doing what he could from there; And many have done so for me, in the past… haven’t they, Wynter?
He smiled then, and, without a word, dashed off across the open-roofed hallway in the steps of the fighters who went before him.
((OOC: Okay, Jal’s ruled out “fly” for the time being in hopes of conserving mana for when it’s most needed and is off after Arien and the fighter types… Sorry for the major delay and short post… Couldn’t really come up with much else for Jal at this point (and don’t really feel comfortable/safe with his initial idea about zipping up to the top of the tower… yet…))
Posted on 2007-10-01 at 16:20:49.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Not here...
“Hey,” Ziv beamed, eagerly tugging his datapad out of his pack and offering it to Caise, “I could use some excitement; it is darn boring here.”
The padawan grinned at Ziv’s enthusiasm but waved off the offered datapad with a subtle gesture. “Not here,” he uttered, maneuvering through the crowd towards the rest of the party, “the information I have is likely best reviewed in a more discreet location.
And do not be so eager to wish away your times of boredom, my friend,” he added with an oddly prophetic smile, “the time may come when you lament the loss of ‘nothing to do’.”
((OOC: Just a little follow-up to Ziv’s post. Per my last, Caise’s thoughts at the moment are to 1) do something about getting transport to Pandath, whether it be by public transit “speeder bus” or otherwise 2)attempt to access/review the data contained on Rool’s chip – with luck prior to arrival in Pandath and 3)not get anyone killed or the datachip destroyed in the process... BTW, Tri, if you're still in as Lana, here's a nifty place to jump in. ))
Posted on 2007-10-01 at 15:58:45.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Downtown Dalroth
This is highly classified information that should not fall into the wrong hands. Take this to Trask - he will know what to do with it.
Though it was safely tucked away in a small pouch on his belt, Caise could practically feel the datachip vibrating for attention as Rool’s warning about its contents echoed in his mind. That warning, Caise had deduced, implied that the Minister had intended whatever information the chip contained was for Trask’s eyes only and that it should be delivered to him without delay. Initially, the young miraluka hadn’t thought to question that directive or deviate from the implied restrictions in any way but, even before he had emerged from Rool’s building and set a boot to the dust of Dalroth’s streets, Caise had already decided that he should review the datachip in advance of handing it over to his Master. Even if he and the group he now traveled with could make it to Pandath and secure transit off the planet today, the return trip to Coruscant could take several more, in which time, any time sensitive issues that could be acted upon immediately might pass into the realm of missed opportunity.
No, Trask would be disappointed if I returned with no knowledge of the chip’s contents, he determined as his gaze panned over the bustling street in search of any of the others, especially if there might be something I can do while I’m still here.
“…what can I say? Women love me?”
Caise heard Ziv’s voice before he was able to pick out the mechanic’s energies from the throng of others in the street but, guided by that familiar tone, it wasn’t long before the padawan had navigated the crowd and fallen into step beside the dark-haired man. “Love and lust shouldn’t be confused one for the other, Ziv,” Caise chided, offering the mechanic a slight grin.
“Let’s gather up the rest of our group and find an out of the way spot, shall we,” he continued, regarding both Ziv and Lana, “my business here is done and has directed me to Pandath, next. If either of you have a datapad, I may have something with which to keep you occupied, if you don’t mind.”
((OOC: Just a little update for the heck of it… going on the assumption that not all of the party was grouped up in one tight knot. Once the party’s all back together, Caise will again suggest finding an out of the way spot to discuss what he’s got planned next (cantina, restaurant, etc)… need to arrange transport to Pandath and do some delving into the contents of Rool’s data chip… Backposts, conversations, edits, etc, as necessary))
Posted on 2007-09-28 at 19:55:10.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Me too...
...if it's available, I believe Sam would likely be more prone to shadow the other firefly (or any other debris) in hopes of "humpin' wit' th' sensor sweeps' should the purple bellies decide ta get all looky-loo. Still wanna keep ship systems to a minimum, I think, in order to keep a low 'EM profile' or whatever, but still want to have manuevering thrusters available and the main drive ready to fire up if things get ugly. Per my post, I also don't think it'd be a bad idea to load a decoy missile or two in the "dump" bay in the even that we do get pinged and need to tear off in a rush... I figure if that happens, we drop the dekes as we're firing up the engines and, as they're shooting off it whatever directions they're going, we skin out the other way.
Need more detail than that?
Posted on 2007-09-28 at 17:54:19.
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Topic: New Class
Subject: Pretty nifty...
...at first glance, George.
In the midst of reading the whole thing, now.
Fixed yer linky for ya, too.
Or did, that is.
Posted on 2007-09-27 at 18:42:45.
Edited on 2007-09-27 at 18:43:19 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Pandath- the next cobble in the path...
Rool’s aura jittered and constricted as Caise questioned him further on the retired ministers as well as the conveniently deceased and mused on the politics behind it all. Despite the tumultuous effects it had on his emotions, though, Rool answered as best he was able; explaining that those who retired tended to leave the planet in short order, many of them apparently severing all ties that might continue to bind them to the place.
“The last I heard, Minister Markos had moved to Pandath,” Rool offered, “That might simply mean that he is intending on chartering a flight away from here, but I don't take him as the running type. Then again, I wouldn't have expected him to quit the ministry so quickly, either.”
Caise nodded his understanding and folded his hands inside the sleeves of his robes. “The eyes only see what the mind is prepared to comprehend, Minister,” the padawan noted quietly, as if the words were originally intended as a private thought. He smiled faintly; “I would imagine that your experiences in the ministry to this point have not prepared you for what has apparently begun, here.”
“Politics is a dirty business, young jedi,” Rool replied, his energies stirring a bit to belie his troubled expression, “Ours is not the first government to see an unfriendly changing of the guard, as it were. Still, something feels... off about the whole thing. I am sorry that I cannot enlighten you further. I have no proof of a conspiracy, no real evidence of one, but were I to have to guess, I would guess that something more that politics is at play here.”
Again, the padawan nodded; “Although Master Trask has often tried to show me otherwise, it has always seemed to me, Minister that practical politics typically consists of little more than ignoring the facts and often is perceived as the art of preventing people from taking part in affairs which properly concern them.” The faint smile broadened a bit as Caise recalled a discussion he had had with Trask shortly before first being introduced to Rool. Caise reached out a hand and rested it on the man’s shoulder; “A minister who moves about in society is in a position to read the signs of the times even in a festive gathering, Leyan Rool, but one who remains shut up in his office tends to learn nothing. You are in the ilk of the former and your apology is unnecessary. You have given us a cobble with which to start our path.”
Caise withdrew his hand, having felt a bit of the tension ease from the Minister’s energies, and, once more, nodded his thanks as Rool suggested different methods of securing passage off of Taanab. “Thank you for your assistance, Minister,” he said, offering a short but respectful bow before turning for the door, “I’ll not take up any more of your time. I’m sure that you are quite busy. I’ll be sure to extend your regards to my Master.
May the Force be with you, Leyan Rool.”
((OOC: Okay, don’t want to go too much farther as I’m not 100% sure where everyone else will be when Caise gets finished… is everyone together or has everyone sort of split up and is milling about the market district in smaller groups, etc… Upon leaving the meeting with Rool, Caise’s intentions are to “gather up the party” as he finds them and advise them of his intent to move on to Pandath as soon as possible… as always, edits and backposts as necessary))
Posted on 2007-09-25 at 18:15:36.
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