Nice posts so far... Its pretty hard to determine when a malk is merely insane, and when a malk is behaving as if (s)he is insane. We especially chuckled at the Brujah post.
We'd have loved to try tabletop, but don't know anyone that deal in it hereabouts.
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Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, My Chains are Broken. The Force Shall Free Me.
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Peace is a Lie, there is only Passion. Through Passion, I gain Strength. Through Strength, I gain Power. Through Power, I gain Victory. Through Victory, My Chains are Broken. The Force Shall Free Me.
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We do not corrupt mortals. We teach them enlightened self-interest.
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Peace is a lie. There is only passion (for cookies).
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We couldn't care less who it was or how much someone has watched. No matter if it is echo, Sep, you or even one of the producers, if we spot blatant errors, we will point them out. Not that we've ever had the chance to talk to the producers. Likewise, if we make blatant lore-wise errors, we expect them to be pointed out to us. We don't do something like that without expecting it in turn. The more numerous and obvious the errors, the likelier the chance of a pointed-out correction being perceived as "talking down". Its a sad truth.
If there's something you're uncertain about, don't hesitate to ask. We're overly fond of looking up stuff. Echo (as well as others) has probably noticed this.
The most important lesson you should take from this is very simple: Patience. If your time is limited to a few hours each day, then it is better to wait an extra day for posting the post. Make note of the things you're unsure about and ask. Either in PM, the OoC or through other means. We often ask about stuff even when we're 95% sure. While in name this RP is casual, the post length is pretty close to advanced. Thus the need for X posts in Y time isn't really there.
If there's something you're uncertain about, don't hesitate to ask. We're overly fond of looking up stuff. Echo (as well as others) has probably noticed this.
The most important lesson you should take from this is very simple: Patience. If your time is limited to a few hours each day, then it is better to wait an extra day for posting the post. Make note of the things you're unsure about and ask. Either in PM, the OoC or through other means. We often ask about stuff even when we're 95% sure. While in name this RP is casual, the post length is pretty close to advanced. Thus the need for X posts in Y time isn't really there.
playing crazy is quite fun.
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Rushing posts never works out in the long run. Its far better to take time to read up on stuff and take the time to ask questions. There is no hurry to get posts in as quickly as possible.
Rushing posts never works out in the long run. Its far better to take time to read up on stuff and take the time to ask questions. There is no hurry to get posts in as quickly as possible.
Threw in a post. Still trying to figure out exactly how Alodia's personality works, but it is slowly coming in.
Alodia had followed the so-called orderly out of her room. There was more to the orderly than met the eye, but so long as the blood kept flowing, Alodia saw no need to poke holes in the coverup. It wasn’t as if the orderly was her type. No, not her type at all. “Not worth it at all. No father, not worth it.” she murmured beneath her breath. She had a purpose here. Something to do with Fish... Slap the prince? “No. Not good idea. That brings us pain. Don’t want pain.” Even down here, far below the regular asylum, she could hear the delightful screams and howls of the residents. It was lovely. Enlightening. Made her think of home.
“Want to go home.” she murmured. “No. Not yet.” She answered herself. “We have a job to do. Everyone has a purpose.” Suddenly she looked straight up at the taller orderly leading the way, her eyes almost seeming to bore holes in the woman. “Even you.” These last words were chilly and ominous. Very different from the ones before.
Eventually they came to the vast room. There were others there. A few other kindred. Some she might have seen before. Some she had seen later. And some she might get to have known. And a little wolf near one of the walls. She liked wolves. Wolves hardly ever did anything wrong. Not like Moose. “Or was it the other way around?” she muttered again. It was so hard to keep track of things. Not even concentrating helped her get it all straight. Not that it mattered. Her task was good. Father approved.
Eventually a stranger entered. She recalled having heard him approach, but seen no reason to react to it. He had not been there, so he was irrelevant. Now he was here, and he was relevant. She tuned in to his words. He said something about “prince” and “Camarilla”. Government, father had said it was. He had sent her here to become part of the local government. It had not mattered that it had been two years ago. What is time to their kind? It had offered many delightful hours to study, to learn. “To feed…” she whispered.
When this ‘prince’ asked everyone to present themselves, Alodia decided to get it over with. “Welcome Alodia. We are Fish.” No, wait, she thought. That wasn’t right. “Welcome Alodia. Prince are Fish.” Again it felt wrong. Especially from his confused expression. “Welcome, prince. Alodia we are. Fish are Malkavian. We are purpose.” That sounded more or less right, she decided. Having said what needed saying, she drifted away, doing her best to fade from further notice, even as she continued eying the nice doggie by the wall.
“Want to go home.” she murmured. “No. Not yet.” She answered herself. “We have a job to do. Everyone has a purpose.” Suddenly she looked straight up at the taller orderly leading the way, her eyes almost seeming to bore holes in the woman. “Even you.” These last words were chilly and ominous. Very different from the ones before.
Eventually they came to the vast room. There were others there. A few other kindred. Some she might have seen before. Some she had seen later. And some she might get to have known. And a little wolf near one of the walls. She liked wolves. Wolves hardly ever did anything wrong. Not like Moose. “Or was it the other way around?” she muttered again. It was so hard to keep track of things. Not even concentrating helped her get it all straight. Not that it mattered. Her task was good. Father approved.
Eventually a stranger entered. She recalled having heard him approach, but seen no reason to react to it. He had not been there, so he was irrelevant. Now he was here, and he was relevant. She tuned in to his words. He said something about “prince” and “Camarilla”. Government, father had said it was. He had sent her here to become part of the local government. It had not mattered that it had been two years ago. What is time to their kind? It had offered many delightful hours to study, to learn. “To feed…” she whispered.
When this ‘prince’ asked everyone to present themselves, Alodia decided to get it over with. “Welcome Alodia. We are Fish.” No, wait, she thought. That wasn’t right. “Welcome Alodia. Prince are Fish.” Again it felt wrong. Especially from his confused expression. “Welcome, prince. Alodia we are. Fish are Malkavian. We are purpose.” That sounded more or less right, she decided. Having said what needed saying, she drifted away, doing her best to fade from further notice, even as she continued eying the nice doggie by the wall.
um... sensors wouldn't be able to detect what sort of systems are on a ship. Sure, it might detect an active shield and maybe, for an expert, a vague idea of shield strength, but it would not be able to detect inactive systems, or for that matter their make. There's no way they would be able to detect the presence of most Asgard systems.
and since when is a 700x650x315m ship same size as a 225x95x75m ship?
Modifying a tel'tak with weapons is tricky. Possible, but tricky. Probably some reason the goa'uld didn't do it long ago. But still, that's not too much to worry about. its the above that is illogical.
No idea if rings are detectable, but they probably are. Shields, at least ori-class, block rings, though. No idea about whether asgard shields block it.
Shoot first, don't ask questions is a nice policy in reference to the scout.
and since when is a 700x650x315m ship same size as a 225x95x75m ship?
Modifying a tel'tak with weapons is tricky. Possible, but tricky. Probably some reason the goa'uld didn't do it long ago. But still, that's not too much to worry about. its the above that is illogical.
No idea if rings are detectable, but they probably are. Shields, at least ori-class, block rings, though. No idea about whether asgard shields block it.
Shoot first, don't ask questions is a nice policy in reference to the scout.
but, but... We want to blow up a planet!
Having just finished an inventory, Ylva Falk hardly needed to think before answering. “Is that a trick question? Of course I do. The question is what do you want, and how fast do you want it to work? Do you want a virus? a bacteria? Gas? I have a good selection of it all, though if you want to strike the whole ship at once, you had better give me time to produce more.” She thought for a bit. “What sort of crew is on board? Jaffa? Humans? Is the target shielded? Are there many on board? Are they scattered or grouped up? Give me those answers, and I can give you a proper agent. Mind you, most of my toy stockpile takes a day or so to fully deal with its target. The truly fun tools I produce right before use. You really don’t want to have a stockpile of weapons capable of killing the entire crew of this ship instantly. Trust me.”
"I'm looking at possible salvage of a disabled Ha'tak, most systems including shields are down. Crew unknown, assume both. We'll need to get a closer look first, there might be no one on board at all, but in case they are, something that can rid me of them within a few hours would be lovely." she thought of the time cost for a moment, "Would proper delivery speed things up? If the life support is up we can attempt beaming a container straight into ventilation. If they have jammers up all we really have are the rings. Still it's preferable to sending marines on board."
“So you want a gas. Not my specialty, but still fun.” Ylva did not speak for about a minute, thinking through the options. “With both Jaffa and Humans possible, symbiote poison is out… If life support is running, then yes, that would work for hastening distribution… Hmm.. Anthrax is good, but its hard to remove afterwards. Ricin is too slow. Saxitoxin would be very useful, but it decays too quickly for practical aerosol deployment. Tetrodotoxin might work, but I would need to produce more, unless you have some marines willing to go in with a strike team. Most of these toxins are far more effective when deployed by injection. Botulinum is a particularly nasty one, but I can’t say for sure how fast it would decay. Still, while its not as effective as some others, I think the ideal toxin would be Sarin. Its tested and proven effective time and again. And I’ve got a bit set by for a rainy day.”
“If you deploy it directly into the life support system, Sarin ought to deal with any crew effectively and quickly. And if you’re just grabbing the ship for salvage, simply vent the atmosphere before entering. Any remaining gas pockets will be irrelevant then. Not even a Goa’uld should be able to stand up to that, let alone a Jaffa.” Having said hers, Ylva simply waited to see if he still wanted to use it. ’Some Tau’ri are nauseatingly squeamish about using these weapons, don’t you agree, Ylva?’ Vanja whispered in their mind. ‘Yes. Its sad really. Thankfully the commander appears not to be one of them.’ She thought back, smiling. If at any time she had been one to dislike the possibility of collateral damage, that time was long past. As one of the Tok’ra, she knew that sometimes you had to sacrifice much to achieve a goal.
Captain was drumming her fingers on the map table as Ylva thought, very nearly counting the seconds it took the navigation officer to plot the jump, all the while the pilot being alone out there with six squads of gliders. Fortunately the R-302 was faster than the gliders, and so if the pilot had any brain, he’d run even without her telling him to do so. It was but a minute, but one of the longer ones in her life. Halfway through Ylva’s listing of various evil things, they finally made the jump. “Good get to it. I’m not saying it’ll come to use but lets leave the option open. Black out.” she finished with the Langford emerging from the brief hyperspace trek.
“Very well. I will prepare a suitable dosage, so long as you can ensure the delivery system is functional.” Ylva answered right before the channel closed. She would probably ask for the sensor readings afterwards, so that she could be able to see how well it worked, and what might be improved upon in the future. With the shipboard lab, she had already seen many possibilities for future projects.
"I'm looking at possible salvage of a disabled Ha'tak, most systems including shields are down. Crew unknown, assume both. We'll need to get a closer look first, there might be no one on board at all, but in case they are, something that can rid me of them within a few hours would be lovely." she thought of the time cost for a moment, "Would proper delivery speed things up? If the life support is up we can attempt beaming a container straight into ventilation. If they have jammers up all we really have are the rings. Still it's preferable to sending marines on board."
“So you want a gas. Not my specialty, but still fun.” Ylva did not speak for about a minute, thinking through the options. “With both Jaffa and Humans possible, symbiote poison is out… If life support is running, then yes, that would work for hastening distribution… Hmm.. Anthrax is good, but its hard to remove afterwards. Ricin is too slow. Saxitoxin would be very useful, but it decays too quickly for practical aerosol deployment. Tetrodotoxin might work, but I would need to produce more, unless you have some marines willing to go in with a strike team. Most of these toxins are far more effective when deployed by injection. Botulinum is a particularly nasty one, but I can’t say for sure how fast it would decay. Still, while its not as effective as some others, I think the ideal toxin would be Sarin. Its tested and proven effective time and again. And I’ve got a bit set by for a rainy day.”
“If you deploy it directly into the life support system, Sarin ought to deal with any crew effectively and quickly. And if you’re just grabbing the ship for salvage, simply vent the atmosphere before entering. Any remaining gas pockets will be irrelevant then. Not even a Goa’uld should be able to stand up to that, let alone a Jaffa.” Having said hers, Ylva simply waited to see if he still wanted to use it. ’Some Tau’ri are nauseatingly squeamish about using these weapons, don’t you agree, Ylva?’ Vanja whispered in their mind. ‘Yes. Its sad really. Thankfully the commander appears not to be one of them.’ She thought back, smiling. If at any time she had been one to dislike the possibility of collateral damage, that time was long past. As one of the Tok’ra, she knew that sometimes you had to sacrifice much to achieve a goal.
Captain was drumming her fingers on the map table as Ylva thought, very nearly counting the seconds it took the navigation officer to plot the jump, all the while the pilot being alone out there with six squads of gliders. Fortunately the R-302 was faster than the gliders, and so if the pilot had any brain, he’d run even without her telling him to do so. It was but a minute, but one of the longer ones in her life. Halfway through Ylva’s listing of various evil things, they finally made the jump. “Good get to it. I’m not saying it’ll come to use but lets leave the option open. Black out.” she finished with the Langford emerging from the brief hyperspace trek.
“Very well. I will prepare a suitable dosage, so long as you can ensure the delivery system is functional.” Ylva answered right before the channel closed. She would probably ask for the sensor readings afterwards, so that she could be able to see how well it worked, and what might be improved upon in the future. With the shipboard lab, she had already seen many possibilities for future projects.
The ends justify the means. Do you need any more ethics that that?
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