I don't have mental problems. I consider them advantages.
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I'm a man for one, let's clear that up. You may encounter me playing outside my gender, just as you may see me playing outside of my race, religion or political leanings. That's why it's called roleplaying. I find it a lot easier to avoid the classic trap of playing a Mary Sue when I'm playing a character that is obviously not me.
On that note, If I see you playing a Mary Sue, I will call you on it. The mocking will be legendary, I assure you. None of this dual katana waiving, Desert Eagle praising, special snowflake faggotry on my watch thank you. I'm not here to start fights on the internet. I will, though. I just find them funny, but keep in mind while I'm ridiculing you: that's just how I relate to people. I don't hate you. For Christ's sake, I made my best friend by kicking him in the balls. And giving him a pretty impressive scar with a spoon. Come to think of it, he still hasn't gotten me back for that one.
As far as my posting goes, well, I happen to be in that awkward position of having adult things to do a lot of my time. I may be a slow ass poster, or at least be pretty limited in the times of day I can post. I may also be pulled out for weeks at a time, which I will give warning for, and probably bow out of any ongoing RP's. The reason for this is my current enlistment in the military. Now, before you get all, "Thank you for your service, bro." (Or "Fuck you, Baby-killing asshole!" for that matter. I won't judge) on me, I should say that I have not, nor will I ever see combat, and you should save it for someone who's service has actually mattered. Mine is just a day job.
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I don't actually have autism... that I know of. Which, now that I think of it, comes off as a really insensitive way to refer to my own compulsive tendencies.
Oh well, if I wasn't already going to hell, I'm probably fine.
Oh well, if I wasn't already going to hell, I'm probably fine.
Well, I assume that if they had windows, they'd have to be pretty strong.
Still, we can handwave that as the windows used to be strong, but were weakened by reentry and the crash, presumably enough to let her crash through action hero style.
Also, yes, the people saying "LAZER" bothered me. What the fuck does the Z mean? Don't mind me, this is free and I shouldn't care, but the autism is strong with me.
Still, we can handwave that as the windows used to be strong, but were weakened by reentry and the crash, presumably enough to let her crash through action hero style.
Also, yes, the people saying "LAZER" bothered me. What the fuck does the Z mean? Don't mind me, this is free and I shouldn't care, but the autism is strong with me.
Tam slid into cover behind a downed tree. Judging by the distinct lack of bullets chasing her, she assumed she hadn't been seen. However, whoever was after them had apparently found one of her teammates.
The actual LASER beams should not have been visible on their own. One of the advantages to a laser was that it was pretty quiet (until it hit something) and you couldn't trace the beam back to the shooter. However, the dense smoke surrounding the ship was refracting the beams, allowing them to show up quite clearly from over a hundred yards away. Whoever it was, they were on the other side of the ship, so she did have to deal with direct fire, yet. But what she wouldn't give for a grenade launcher.
Whoever they were shooting at, though, couldn't say the same. Hopefully, the fire would be attenuated by the smoke (one of the main disadvantages of LASER weapons was they treat cover and concealment the same). She risked a call over Iron Talon encrypted channels. "Whoever's engaged on the ships port side, try to disengage to the left, I can provide limited cover from the treeline."
As she set up her position, she spotted another figure sprinting from the ship. She reflexively tracked the figure with her pistol for a moment before she recognized her. "Hey, Rook. On your right, fifteen meters. Get in cover."
The actual LASER beams should not have been visible on their own. One of the advantages to a laser was that it was pretty quiet (until it hit something) and you couldn't trace the beam back to the shooter. However, the dense smoke surrounding the ship was refracting the beams, allowing them to show up quite clearly from over a hundred yards away. Whoever it was, they were on the other side of the ship, so she did have to deal with direct fire, yet. But what she wouldn't give for a grenade launcher.
Whoever they were shooting at, though, couldn't say the same. Hopefully, the fire would be attenuated by the smoke (one of the main disadvantages of LASER weapons was they treat cover and concealment the same). She risked a call over Iron Talon encrypted channels. "Whoever's engaged on the ships port side, try to disengage to the left, I can provide limited cover from the treeline."
As she set up her position, she spotted another figure sprinting from the ship. She reflexively tracked the figure with her pistol for a moment before she recognized her. "Hey, Rook. On your right, fifteen meters. Get in cover."
Tam awoke when the hull shuddered again. It shouldn't be doing that. It had already crashed, why was it decided to explode now? She opened her eyes groggily to find a structural beam hanging six inches above her head. She took a moment to digest that. Finally, Tam gave a weak smile, "I guess it wasn't my time."
A familiar *click* sound came over her mastoid implanted comm. Someone had just pinged the transmit button. Standard, "Hostiles present, go to ground" signal. Moving a little bit faster now, she pinged back and began to maneuver through the wreckage. Engineering was a writeoff, the room suddenly half the space as before after the drive core came lose and crashed forward. The main doors were blocked, and Tam had to low-crawl to get to the maintenance ducting. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.
Mentally, she took stock of her assets as she headed for the nearest external hub. The armory was cut off, and she'd lost most of her gear in the wreck, probably still in orbit. And now she had to fight whichever mercenary cleanup team was making all that noise with nothing but a service pistol and a wrench... she grinned suddenly, her smile glowing in contrast to soot darkened skin. She also had a ship.
Jacking into the hub, she quickly found what she was looking for. In case of a main drive failure, the ship had several backup chemical rocket sodium-ion thrusters placed along the hull. They wouldn't give a hell of a lot of thrust, especially in atmosphere, but what they would give off, was a lot of very dense, very hot smoke.
Momentarily, she broke radio silence, "Iron Talon, head's up! Popping smoke!"
There was a noise like a tortured god, the hull flexed as fourteen rocket engines expended their fuel at once, exploding into searing hot steam and puffy clouds of nasty chemical smoke. Tamp palmed the door and sprinted for the treeline, holding her breath against the fumes.
A familiar *click* sound came over her mastoid implanted comm. Someone had just pinged the transmit button. Standard, "Hostiles present, go to ground" signal. Moving a little bit faster now, she pinged back and began to maneuver through the wreckage. Engineering was a writeoff, the room suddenly half the space as before after the drive core came lose and crashed forward. The main doors were blocked, and Tam had to low-crawl to get to the maintenance ducting. Good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.
Mentally, she took stock of her assets as she headed for the nearest external hub. The armory was cut off, and she'd lost most of her gear in the wreck, probably still in orbit. And now she had to fight whichever mercenary cleanup team was making all that noise with nothing but a service pistol and a wrench... she grinned suddenly, her smile glowing in contrast to soot darkened skin. She also had a ship.
Jacking into the hub, she quickly found what she was looking for. In case of a main drive failure, the ship had several backup chemical rocket sodium-ion thrusters placed along the hull. They wouldn't give a hell of a lot of thrust, especially in atmosphere, but what they would give off, was a lot of very dense, very hot smoke.
Momentarily, she broke radio silence, "Iron Talon, head's up! Popping smoke!"
There was a noise like a tortured god, the hull flexed as fourteen rocket engines expended their fuel at once, exploding into searing hot steam and puffy clouds of nasty chemical smoke. Tamp palmed the door and sprinted for the treeline, holding her breath against the fumes.
Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation.
Tamrapani was somewhat less calm about this whole chain of events. For starters, she hated dogfights, there was just no way to do it right. A fight in space was like one of the Jr. High knife-fights kid's would get in back on Naraka: it didn't matter who won or lost, you were gonna get cut. And these little bastards were in knife-fighting range, contemptuously taking any return fire in order to gut the larger ship.
The ship shuddered as the inertial sump reoriented. Normally, that should have been too quick to feel. Normally, the backup should have covered for it. Of course, normally, they weren't taking laser fire and shucking around at eighty gravs. If that sump failed hard enough, everyone on her ship was so much jam. The other reason she hated dogfights: there was nothing she could do about them. The ship practically flew itself, and there were much more competent people in charge of gunnery. So she did what she could, and if that meant crawling between the grav plates to reach a blown transfer joint, then so be it.
She transferred her nervousness momentarily to getting the recalcitrant bit of machinery shifted. "Do. Your. Damned. Job. You." her words were punctuated with blows from her trusty fitting wrench. Suddenly, her efforts were rewarded with a feeling like space had turned inside out. Captain must have had his finger on the jump button, she surmised. Or she would have, anyway, but what actually came out was, "FUUUUUUUUU-Oof" as the already glitchy grav plates threw her through the floor.
Before she had a chance to do more than hate the ship a little, the jump drive failed, and everything went sideways. The ship rolled and bucked, heavy drumming shockwaves transmitting through the hull. Which could only mean they'd just hit atmo somewhere. Automatically, Tam made a panicky rush for a tied-down. They were about to come down hard.
Before she could do more than tighten her line, there was an actinic flash, and the starboard bulkhead came apart, an impossibly bright glowing object rocketed past. The inertial sump had given out spectacularly, and all the forces in the ship randomized for a moment. Up became sideways, down became back, Tam was crushed to the deck by eleven G's of relative gravity. She looked up to see the aft bulkhead completely buckle and start sliding toward her.
Huh, I always figured my last words would be profanity, but here- Everything went black.
The ship shuddered as the inertial sump reoriented. Normally, that should have been too quick to feel. Normally, the backup should have covered for it. Of course, normally, they weren't taking laser fire and shucking around at eighty gravs. If that sump failed hard enough, everyone on her ship was so much jam. The other reason she hated dogfights: there was nothing she could do about them. The ship practically flew itself, and there were much more competent people in charge of gunnery. So she did what she could, and if that meant crawling between the grav plates to reach a blown transfer joint, then so be it.
She transferred her nervousness momentarily to getting the recalcitrant bit of machinery shifted. "Do. Your. Damned. Job. You." her words were punctuated with blows from her trusty fitting wrench. Suddenly, her efforts were rewarded with a feeling like space had turned inside out. Captain must have had his finger on the jump button, she surmised. Or she would have, anyway, but what actually came out was, "FUUUUUUUUU-Oof" as the already glitchy grav plates threw her through the floor.
Before she had a chance to do more than hate the ship a little, the jump drive failed, and everything went sideways. The ship rolled and bucked, heavy drumming shockwaves transmitting through the hull. Which could only mean they'd just hit atmo somewhere. Automatically, Tam made a panicky rush for a tied-down. They were about to come down hard.
Before she could do more than tighten her line, there was an actinic flash, and the starboard bulkhead came apart, an impossibly bright glowing object rocketed past. The inertial sump had given out spectacularly, and all the forces in the ship randomized for a moment. Up became sideways, down became back, Tam was crushed to the deck by eleven G's of relative gravity. She looked up to see the aft bulkhead completely buckle and start sliding toward her.
Huh, I always figured my last words would be profanity, but here- Everything went black.
Any idea when we're going to get an OOC up or something? Really worried about this dying.
Well, from what I remember,
@KzkSkippycalm down, it was a joke, also imma make you a co gm for this.Oh God! What did I do wrong?!
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