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STATUS: Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating. 8 yrs ago
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Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
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How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
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The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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For all you know I'm handsome as hell. Let's keep it that way.
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Ha I love how Ol' One-Eye hates Rane. The death scream comment made me laugh.
Endrance said
is everyone ignoring sirensongs post?
I was gonna make a post were I mess her up for letting a small cat hiss at me, but if we change scene that can wait. The cat's time will come. . . It's days are numbered!
The Kid Lantern said
K guys I'll be off/on all afternoon while I clean my kitchen. I'll go ahead and jump in the titanpad if anybody needs anything. Who's up for an actual mission?~KL~
*Throws hand into air* Me!
Rane's been on team for just over two years.
Well it is an ice planet so what about. . . Space Santa!
On an unrelated note, is there other NPC crewmembers aboard the ship? And, come to think of it, what is the name of the ship? Is it the Marauder, or is that just our title?
On an unrelated note, is there other NPC crewmembers aboard the ship? And, come to think of it, what is the name of the ship? Is it the Marauder, or is that just our title?
Rane nodded slightly while listening to Darius's response, as if he could understand the humans sentiment's but didn't quite agree with him. A short pause, then he answered, his voice holding all the solemnity of a priest preaching to his congregation.
“I just like hitting things with my sword.” Of course that was only part of the reason he did what he did, but whenever people find out about his other reason, the main reason, was they called him crazy.
The group started dispersing after that, all heading to get mission ready or to introduce themselves to each other. Rane, who had no real talents other than casually dismembering other sentient species, found himself with little to do. He was just about to amble back through to the common room and continue his snooze when Mylik approached him.
"I am Mylik, you've probably only rarely seen me, but I assure you that I've been here long enough to know you are a veteran aboard this ship compared to the others, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He took Rane by surprise at first, but that was quickly surpassed by astonishment and glee. Rane hadn't even considered how Mylik would be able to speak with no mouth, and his innate curiosity was piqued by this new revelation. He had imagined the Kiaslikian would have possessed some for of telepathy or communicated through smells, but this was far more interesting.
“Rane Traxian, Rane to my friends, a real bastard to my enemies,” responded the Canmorian, bowing his head slightly, a sign of respect for his people. “So you'll be in charge while the cap is gone huh? Don't worry, I'll have your back if anything goes wrong.”
He lent in close to Mylik, conspiratorially close. “Something alwaaaays goes wrong!” he whispered gleefully.
“I just like hitting things with my sword.” Of course that was only part of the reason he did what he did, but whenever people find out about his other reason, the main reason, was they called him crazy.
The group started dispersing after that, all heading to get mission ready or to introduce themselves to each other. Rane, who had no real talents other than casually dismembering other sentient species, found himself with little to do. He was just about to amble back through to the common room and continue his snooze when Mylik approached him.
"I am Mylik, you've probably only rarely seen me, but I assure you that I've been here long enough to know you are a veteran aboard this ship compared to the others, and I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He took Rane by surprise at first, but that was quickly surpassed by astonishment and glee. Rane hadn't even considered how Mylik would be able to speak with no mouth, and his innate curiosity was piqued by this new revelation. He had imagined the Kiaslikian would have possessed some for of telepathy or communicated through smells, but this was far more interesting.
“Rane Traxian, Rane to my friends, a real bastard to my enemies,” responded the Canmorian, bowing his head slightly, a sign of respect for his people. “So you'll be in charge while the cap is gone huh? Don't worry, I'll have your back if anything goes wrong.”
He lent in close to Mylik, conspiratorially close. “Something alwaaaays goes wrong!” he whispered gleefully.
Come on guys, lets get some posts up! I want to fight crime!
Yeah, civil warriors is a better shout. They probably woulda fled their planet when they seen the war going against them, and coulda taken enough ships, men and weapons with them to be a genuine threat for us.
I would think it woulda been before the newbies joined, as they've never met anyone before this briefing for the most part. I imagine we woulda got to know each other during the civil war if not, as I can Hunt having a meeting like this before every mission.
I would think it woulda been before the newbies joined, as they've never met anyone before this briefing for the most part. I imagine we woulda got to know each other during the civil war if not, as I can Hunt having a meeting like this before every mission.
"You caused that mess Rane, and you're lucky he convinced them NOT to transfer you to Pluto." Rane hooked his fingers behind his head and lent back in his chair as far as the ship's artificial gravity would allow him without falling flat on his ass, a lazy grin spreading across his face. He'd spent enough time with One-eye to realise one thing; the man despised him. Rane, for his part, quite enjoyed needling the veteran.
"The comittee wouldn't send me away from Hunt," he replied, appearing not to notice the withering look the soldier had shot him "They'd be too afraid that I'd go back to killing politicians without him to keep me on a leash. Besides, if I was gone who would make sure you see out this last year of your's?"
For the rest of the meeting Rane listened intenetly to the briefing. Equal parts relief and dissapointment filled him too find out he wasn't with the ground team. He was happy not too have to deal with the cold, but he couldn't help but worry that the team would get into trouble without him. Say one thing for the the Marauders, say that they are danger prone. Probably one of reasons the Skyfather had tasked Rane with joining them in the first place, to help keep them outta mischief.
Mylik, Nafie and Wrenchie. They would be left on the ship too. He took special interest them, particularly because those three had barely left they're respective cabins or workspaces since boarding. Mylik, looking like he was trying to hide in the corner, was one of the bizarrest looking creatures Rane had ever seen, chiefly because of his lack of mouth. Rane ended up staring at him intently for several moments, wondering what, and more importantly how, the tall creature ate.
Next he studied Wrenchie, the engineer. Rane, like many Canmorians, wasn't the most technical minded, so he had little oppurtunity to ever interact with the Methanite. Perhaps he would take a trip down to the engineering deck to visit the mechanical suited alien while the away team was off planet. Currently Wrenchie was speaking to Ace about modifications to be performed upon the shuttle, a conversation that quickly lost Rane's attention.
Finally he turned his attention to Nafie, who to Rane was the most interesting one of the three. He had been told she was being brought on board as a close combat specialist, a subject Rane would say he knew a thing or two about himself. Her hi-tech cybernetic body and weapons made a wonderful contrast to his comparitively primitive sword. Still, he had no doubts about which he'd rather, mechanical ears or the Sword of the Skyfather.
"Any reports of pirates, slavers or gangs in the system and the planet. . ." said one of the newbs, a human merc going by the name of Darius. Rane had seen alotta mercs come and go aboard the Marauder's ship, and most of them left in body bags, if there was even enough of them to fill a body bag. That said, Darius looked harder than most, and he carried a knife into the briefing room, which Rane thought was prudent thinking. Can never have too many knives, after all.
"Oh, we're always walking into some sorta trap. We're lucky like that!" Rane helpfully answered, appearing do be genuinely excited about the prospect of being caught in pirate ambush.
"The comittee wouldn't send me away from Hunt," he replied, appearing not to notice the withering look the soldier had shot him "They'd be too afraid that I'd go back to killing politicians without him to keep me on a leash. Besides, if I was gone who would make sure you see out this last year of your's?"
For the rest of the meeting Rane listened intenetly to the briefing. Equal parts relief and dissapointment filled him too find out he wasn't with the ground team. He was happy not too have to deal with the cold, but he couldn't help but worry that the team would get into trouble without him. Say one thing for the the Marauders, say that they are danger prone. Probably one of reasons the Skyfather had tasked Rane with joining them in the first place, to help keep them outta mischief.
Mylik, Nafie and Wrenchie. They would be left on the ship too. He took special interest them, particularly because those three had barely left they're respective cabins or workspaces since boarding. Mylik, looking like he was trying to hide in the corner, was one of the bizarrest looking creatures Rane had ever seen, chiefly because of his lack of mouth. Rane ended up staring at him intently for several moments, wondering what, and more importantly how, the tall creature ate.
Next he studied Wrenchie, the engineer. Rane, like many Canmorians, wasn't the most technical minded, so he had little oppurtunity to ever interact with the Methanite. Perhaps he would take a trip down to the engineering deck to visit the mechanical suited alien while the away team was off planet. Currently Wrenchie was speaking to Ace about modifications to be performed upon the shuttle, a conversation that quickly lost Rane's attention.
Finally he turned his attention to Nafie, who to Rane was the most interesting one of the three. He had been told she was being brought on board as a close combat specialist, a subject Rane would say he knew a thing or two about himself. Her hi-tech cybernetic body and weapons made a wonderful contrast to his comparitively primitive sword. Still, he had no doubts about which he'd rather, mechanical ears or the Sword of the Skyfather.
"Any reports of pirates, slavers or gangs in the system and the planet. . ." said one of the newbs, a human merc going by the name of Darius. Rane had seen alotta mercs come and go aboard the Marauder's ship, and most of them left in body bags, if there was even enough of them to fill a body bag. That said, Darius looked harder than most, and he carried a knife into the briefing room, which Rane thought was prudent thinking. Can never have too many knives, after all.
"Oh, we're always walking into some sorta trap. We're lucky like that!" Rane helpfully answered, appearing do be genuinely excited about the prospect of being caught in pirate ambush.
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