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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: The plot thickens
A short while later...
*crunch*
Her foot made a satisfying sound as it stepped onto the debris littering the plains of Tanaab. It hadn’t taken her long to find what she had been searching for – a battered shuttlecraft half-buried beneath the soil. A few words with some splicers she knew, a quick gander at pictures taken from orbital satellites, and she was soon able to deduce where the ship had landed.
“Or rather crash-landed,” she corrected herself, in the thin, metallic voice that emerged from the vox-box built into the sleek black helmet she wore.
She slowly looked around the crash-site once more, and the deep scar into the surface of Tanaab that the craft had dug. With a whirr and a click, the hud within her helm zoomed once more onto the various pieces of warped metal around her, the shorn tail fin, and the ugly scarring upon the hull of the shuttle. It was obvious that the craft had come under fire of some sort, but she was no spacer, and had no idea what kind of weapon was involved.
“The TDF maybe?” she mused to herself, as she stepped on another piece of debris, and ground it beneath her foot. Her dealings with ‘Tanaab’s finest’ hadn’t been pleasant in her short time on the planet, but she did know that even they liked to pretend that they were enforcing the law.
“DATA RETRIEVAL COMPLETE,” a digitized voice suddenly sounded from within the shuttle. Stepping quickly inside, the woman deftly removed the datapad she had plugged into the (barely) functional security terminal. The image on it was fuzzy, and she could barely make out the details of the figures it displayed, but despite all that, she let out a smile beneath her helm.
It was a start.
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 15:39:56.
Edited on 2007-10-10 at 15:40:27 by Ginafae
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate
Subject: Who's that girl?
A short while ago...
It was dark and she was scared. Her wrists ached from where the bindings that tied them together had dug into her flesh, her mouth felt raw and blistered from the lack of nourishment, and she shivered in the darkness, as her mind imagined all sorts of creatures crawling over her skin.
“Get up,” a voice suddenly hissed from somewhere in front of her. “It’s time.”
A new wave of terror made her stomach retch, as a slippery hand fell upon her shoulder. She didn’t want this….
“Get up!” the voice sounded again, although this time it sounded more guttural, more urgent.
Her eyes cracked open, only to be stabbed by the harsh glare of the morning’s light.
“Dreaming,” she murmured to herself, as she slowly rose and made out the bulbous nose and beady eyes of the Toydarian staring back at her.
“Heh,” the creature cackled, “Gruulo thinks girly is getting soft.”
The woman stared back darkly, and threw back the sheet that covered her onto the cool floor below. The small dishevelled cot on which she had lain dominated the small rented room, which was otherwise furnished by a cracked viewscreen, a small desk upon which her belongings were sprawled out, and a three-legged stool that was now limping forlornly, after its previous owner had torn off its fourth leg. ‘Hotel Paradiso’ the Tanaabian authorities had called it – clearly a case of false advertising.
“What is it you want Gruulo?” the woman asked at last, as she lazily ruffled the tangled mess of her silvery hair.
“Want? What else? …Gruulo have job for you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t do that anymore. I’m out of that work.”
“Then Gruulo thinks you should get back in. Here, read it over,” the Toydarian added as he threw a datapad onto a bed. “And find another place to stay…Gruulo thinks this place is like the rear end of a bantha. It stinks.”
She scowled in response as the over-weight Toydarian half-flew and half-waddled out of her room. But deep down, she knew he was right. She had no Republican creds to her name, had nothing left that she could pawn, and there was only one thing she was good at.
‘Plus’, she thought to herself as she sniffed the air, ‘the room does stink’.
“Well only one thing for it,” she mumbled to herself as she picked up the datapad, and accessed the information inside.
((OOC: Just an introductory post here. I'll add some more later))
Posted on 2007-10-10 at 10:47:33.
Edited on 2007-10-10 at 10:51:13 by Ginafae
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Topic: The Tides of Fate Q&A
Subject: Awesome pics!
Sorry for the slightly off the topic post, but I was just flicking through, and noticed the pics that Eol had done.
They really are fantastic, well done!
Posted on 2007-10-09 at 18:18:36.
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Topic: Olan's baby photobucket
Subject: Nice to see
Congrats Olan!
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 09:45:00.
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Topic: Star Wars: The Tides of Fate Recruitment
Subject: Sorry all
Ah hi everyone.
I kind of slipped off for a while, which wasn't helped by my computer going into meltdown. So sorry if I seemed unavailable for a while.
My guess is that the game is full, but if you ever do need anyone, feel free to give me a poke.
Posted on 2007-10-07 at 09:43:15.
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Topic: DnD stereotypes
Subject: Hmm, let's see
1. lots of mountain dew (Nope, can't say I've ever drunk the stuff. I kind of prefer beer anyhow  )
2. loads of funyuns (No idea what they are)
3. black light (Nope)
4. something to get high with (Ermm, occasionally  )
5. we're all still virgins (Can't say that I am, but it's not very ladylike to ask everyone else really...some weird guys may take it as some sort of come on)
6. Computer geek? (I can barely switch mine on)
7. Dorky-(Perhaps a little)
8. Pastey (I have a permanent tan, so nope)
9. Pimple Popper- (Thankfully not )
10. Avid reader of Sci Fi and Fantasy novels and thinks JRR Tolkin was a God (Only Sci Fi I tend to read now is Prattchet)
11. Pocket protectors (No)
12. Glasses (Yep)
13. Mounds of comic books (I steal my brother's when I want to read them)
14. Thinks D&D the movie was good (Nah, it was only good as a Python-esque comedy, but I get the impression that the guys making it weren't going for that look really)
15. doesn't need caffine to have a 48 game fest non stop (Nope, I need caffeine and lots of it)
16. knows the complete history of more than 10 items in any RPG (Erm, I may do)
17. Knows complete history of at least 3 comic book heroes (Bah, caught me out again)
18.doesn't have posters of babes/hunks on his/her walls, instead has dragons, knights and other fantasy types (I have one knightly figure on my wall)
19. swords on walls while playing but by end of game everyone has one in hand. (Nope, no weapons here)
20. went to a renn. fair (Nah, not my thing)
21. started playing at age 7 and has yet to stop. (15 when I started, and that was when I bugged my brother to let me play )
22. has spent more on books in a given year then on a car (Maybe before I owned a car I did)
23. keeps spare copies of their D&D books in trunk just in case they need them.(Hehe, yes I do!)
24. has played D&D in a woods on a scary with thunder and lightning, etc. night and was only afraid the DM might use this as a chance to kill off their character (I did play DnD in a park, in the dark and with lots of rain, does that count?)
25. same as 24 but in real haunted house. (Not unless you consider my house haunted...come to think of it...)
26. Been persecuted by jock or other stereotypically anti-nerd group. (Can't say that I have)
Oh and there should be: 27. Thinks Sarah Michelle Geller and/or David Boreanaz is the perfect example of feminity/masculinity. (I love Angel...  )
Posted on 2006-12-29 at 04:07:57.
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