Dervish

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@xCRAZYxFACEx Has not responded in ten days. Fulrog has never existed and will not be a part of the story.

I am like 90% sure Raelyn's suggestion to Solveig was this.

Mass Effect: Borealis

I still feel horrible for Hazan.

I think he might follow the "going to get shitfaced" crew.

@DJAtomika

It originally was just going to be a bonding collab Tricks and I have been talking about for weeks that Rtron kind of roped Serena into with those last two collabs he was in.

It kind of turned into "girls' night out".

After though, I am totally available.

EDIT: I just saw the last collab that was posted last night.

Damn, Serena is the emotionally volatile village bicycle. She gets around.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Ten months later, we finish our second mission in game time!

Hooray!

Also, way to go team; we all suck. :'D

The pay day wasn't great for Virmire and we've pretty much lost any future contracts from official channels on Elysium, but hey! Shiny new vehicles that are totally second hand and of questionable quality. Better than we were last week.

So now we enter shore leave, the playground where everyone can go unwind, explore the capital of the human colony and enjoy the nice alpine climate, which right now is around ten degrees Celsius above freezing. Lots of mountains and evergreen trees, wide glacier-fed lakes, and wildlife that isn't generally trying to murder you.

So go forth, let your characters recover, enjoy themselves and hopefully cut out this tension going on and who knows? Maybe a job will come a knockin'.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Illyria, Elysium, Four Days Later…

For The Jury Riggers, the voyage back was uneventful and perhaps more than a little tense. Whatever events had transpired on Virmire had left its share of scars, both physical and otherwise, with most of the crew. Each member went around doing their duties, many staying out of each other’s way and actively avoiding conversations with certain individuals. Tanya herself largely kept to her work area, working on routine maintenance to both the Yolac and Kite with her music even louder than usual; it was all but a sign that she didn’t want to be bothered.

For Tanya, coping with things was simply a matter of removing people from the equation and focusing on her work. There were times she wanted to talk to people about serious shit from time to time; she was only human after all, but as a whole when things started to turn into the depressing shit show that had preoccupied most of the crew of the Borealis since the fuck-up that was their mission on Virmire. Vellios had all but locked himself in his quarters, Serena was ridden with guilt and feeling helpless, Haze was all too aware of Vellios’ anger at him for “abandoning” Serena, Drono was in screeching agony, and Tonka… seemed happy, for whatever reason. He never made it a secret he was along for the ride with the team to see how badly a team could fuck up from the beginning, and with Kasy gone; he acted like he was told he was going to be a father or whatever the krogan equivalent of life goals were.

She still wasn’t entirely sure what to make of her own predicament. Had she overreacted to what Vellios and Iosif did, how they reacted? Perhaps, but she still felt her anger was justified. It was just one of those situations where logic didn’t trump emotions, and she felt like her trust was violated. It was a hideous feeling, especially since deep down, she knew they were both making the best of an unenviable and shitty situation; the cuffs were literally all there were at hand. While she resolved to work past it and try to accept it as a situation come and gone, she knew it wouldn’t be so easy just to drop it from her mind, especially since Serena was now in the now and whatever her issues, one thing she was good for was not letting an issue die if it concerned Vellios. He’d almost certainly be getting an earful about the whole ordeal, which made Tanya groan just thinking about it. Some things just needed to get buried fast, and their spat was one of them.

She’d just have to carry on like everything was normal, or at least force herself to. It was naïve to think a bunch of strangers weren’t going to have growing pains in the beginning. The important thing was most of them were still alive, with Kasy still a big mystery. She didn’t know the quarian that well, past the fact she seemed to be a bit too intense, but still, it was another person in her life gone in the line of duty. It was worth toasting her in drink, at least. She had passed by Dex through the corridor leading to the cockpit earlier, with a prompt asked, ”Drinks?”

”Drinks.” the turian affirmed, and both carried on their respective ways. As far as Tanya was concerned, the encounter was a binding agreement.

The rest of the voyage remained more or less as awkward and tense as it was at the outset, with silent meals, avoided eye contact and conversations among much of the crew, and by the time the Borealis touched down on Elysium, there was a sense of relief just to be out of the confining steel alloy hull as a bunch of forced acquaintances. It was only a short shuttle ride to Hecate Base for a debriefing with Donnelly, and the relief was short lived.

The crux of the mission was that the remaining armour and weapons they didn’t manage to sell were returned and the team had to explain why exactly they managed to not only compromise their entire operation, but fail to offload all of their cargo, and there was always a chance that what they did get rid of was going to be handled suspiciously. Unfortunately, because the tracked equipment wasn’t distributed, only a handful of the total gear was providing the data the team was sent to collect, namely where the weapons and armour would have been distributed to lead to further contracts to strike against the operations of the gangs and illicit groups that used the smuggler camp on Virmire. While the mission wasn’t a complete failure, it would have been hilariously inadequate to describe it being remotely close to a success. Donnelly was not happy, to say the least, even going so far as to rebuke himself for giving the up and coming Riggers the benefit of the doubt; it was a job for professionals.

And so, the mission was concluded with a 15,000 credit paycheque, a fraction of what they would have been looking at had the mission been successful, and the team was escorted out of the base. They would have to scour Illyria for potential contracts to take on, but for the time being, it was widely agreed on that shore leave was direly needed. Agreeing to meet back at the Borealis in two days’ time, The Jury Riggers headed back to the ship to make their arrangements for the following days to recharge and to put the unfortunate setback behind them.

While the mission to Virmire definitely fell apart in the worst way possible, the Riggers did gain two new vehicles which would expand their contract options, and 15,000 credits would certainly get enough fuel and supplies to take them to their next operation.

Mission Complete: Virmire

Mass Effect: Borealis

Move along update: About 540 words so far, and still a bunch to go. Still a work in progress!

Mass Effect: Borealis

@Dervish While mentioning playlists, Tonka's is hard to do so I'm going to default to this for Tonka.

@DearTrickster

Pretty much the greatest video of our time.

I want someone to animate this with Wrex, Grunt, and Garrus.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@The 42nd Gecko Heyo, listen what I sayo.

We need yer facebutt in das collab. Or if you want you can fill in the blanks (aka initial reactions from your characters) and jason and I can start hammering stuff out.

@Captain Jenno @Bright_Ops @Baklava

I have begun things in the titanpad. I had to do a long-ass stretch of Graham because I haven't posted for him in a while, please feel free to insert your actions amid my wall as necessary.

If you guys are wondering why I had Graham drop some hella psychoactives right before meeting the group, it's because regular normal Graham would have just said "lol no thanks" and left right away, or he would have otherwise kept to himself quietly and had fairly muted reactions to things. Basically it was an excuse to get him to do some things he would never normally do if I were to write him correctly. Please feel free to fuck with him while he's out of it, it makes for some good times! I'm not a troll, I swear. I'm really trying here. Trying my guts out!

@Chanda

Tsk. Here you are, normalizing drug abuse. I know of a few anthropomorphic police mascot who would be crying/ drinking themselves to sleep because of you right now.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Current waiting for @Frizan to get off his lazy ass.

I'll also be slowing down for the next week. They just did an x-ray and my digestive tracks are overfilled with memes. Until these dankness can be fully expelled (in a painful process), updates from me will be scarce.

@gcold

As the patron saint of undank stomach memes, you have my full sympathy and support.

Hit me up if you need to chat about it.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Yay! We're all caught up and shit.

I'll get to working on that move along post in the next couple of days!

EDIT: Also, roh roh Khosin. You're approaching a zone of danger!

The Jolly Roughers ~ Dervish & MacabreFox

As just like that, the tension evaporated, and the beaming beautiful face that had come to mean everything to Shay radiated before him. The higher pitch in Vera's voice, the excitement, it all served to remind him of what he had and couldn't afford to lose. He went with her as she tugged as his hand and he certainly didn't disagree with the need to get out of the cold; even he didn't feel comfortable out in the cold for too long. The memory of being shot and bleeding out in the snow was still too fresh, and his shoulder ached as if on cue.

"As much as I'd love to spend the night with you again, I think it would be best if we got some rest for tomorrow." Shay replied mischievously with a coy smile, gently squeezing Vera's hand as they strolled back down the block to the Tawdy. "A big day tomorrow, and all that. Tomorrow night, after the job's behind us, sounds lovely. I still owe you a dinner without getting shot."

The two headed back into the pub and mingled with the others for a bit, the guys who only now figured out the relationship grilling Shay with questions, and the ladies fawning over Vera excitedly. It was beginning to feel like a family, and Shay was glad that despite everything, everyone seemed supportive of the two of the, and Sam's approval in particular was what cemented it all. Taking Shay off to the side with an arm over his shoulders, Sam said, "I couldn't ask for a better man to look after my sister. I'd hoped you two would have figured out you were good for each other when I assigned you two together." he smiled warmly, prodding a finger into Shay's chest. "The two of you needed someone good in your lives, you deserve it."

After another hour or two of drinks and chatting with their fellow Roughers, Shay and Vera parted ways with a public kiss and while Emory offered to drive Vera home, Shay decided to walk and enjoy the brisk air on the way back to his flat to collect his thoughts and reflect on the day. The streets seemed particularly vibrant that night, the people out and about seemed happy and cordial, and for the first time in a long while, Shay was beginning to feel comfortable in the city he'd learned to call home.

It didn't take him long to return to the flat, a roughly half hour walk away, and he climbed up the stairs and to his door. Kicking his shoes off and tossing his coat on a simple rack, Shay wasted no time in finding his way to the couch, where he decided to sit back and close his eyes for a moment, as he still had prep for the day to come that needed to be attended to. The thought barely left his mind as he drifted off, head hanging down and a smile on his face.