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Just a heads up: I'll be heading out soon and probably won't have time to post anything before then.

War Never Ending.

Lack of commitment? Busy with real life? Banana rain?

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I'll start working on my next origin post tonight. I'm hoping to get two up before Tuesday.

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Wassi

As far as I can tell, he's mostly fine. Just a bit confused about the limits of his buffs. Especially if he combines the cape with the bandanna or weapons. And if he simply creates another stickman with that combo, it lasts forever, instead of having a time limit?

@RolePlayerRoxas

The abilities would combine, then. I was thinking that Stickmen are only allowed a single buff, while Wassi himself gets two. Cape and bandana, for example, would mean he'd have the physical traits of the cape while also having martial arts mastery. If that's too much, then perhaps using two buffs cuts the upgrades in half? So the cape wouldn't make him as strong, he'd be less skilled with the bandana and weapons, ect.

War Never Ending.

Uhhhh.... Apollo's only been gone for a day..

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Client World 102249740-D, because forgetting its name would be totally rude

Superman rounded the corner, spotting the crashed ship. Next to it he spotted Ridge, floating casually next to a body. Superman activated his telescopic vision, examining the pirate for signs of life. Sure enough, the alien's chest was rising and falling. Ridge had kept his word. Deactivating his extra-sensory ability, Kal-El increased his speed until he was right next to Ridge. Superman dropped the aliens rather haphazardly, right on top of their fourth unconscious comrade. Superman had little respect for criminals and pirates, as was so plainly seen by his treatment of their unconscious bodies. Despite this lack of respectful treatment, the pirates that Superman had taken down would be relatively unharmed when they awoke: perhaps some bruises and aching pain, but nothing permanent or long lasting. Even scum deserved that much. Kal looked over at Ridge. He had more than likely noticed his presence, but decided to alert him anyway. Superman snapped his fingers before addressing Ridge."Come on. Let's look for survivors and stolen goods." With that, Superman stopped floating and walked towards the craft. It wasn't massive, but it appeared large enough to smuggle goods and hold a handful of pirates. He didn't expect to find any conscious aliens inside, but it was still best to keep his guard up. Those lasers seemed capable of hurting Kal, even through his bio-matrix. That E-kip in his neck was more than likely responsible for that. Hmph. I can't wait until I get this thing ou- Superman's thoughts were interrupted by a shooting pain in the back of his neck. Speak of the devil. Kal winced, bending over slightly and resting a hand on his own knee for support. The pain was excruciating. It reminded him of the pain he'd felt at the hands of Darkseid's omega beams... It was only painful for a fleeting moment, but it felt as if it would never end. When the pain subsided, Superman stood up. He scowled, before walking up the ramp and inside the alien craft."A headache. Nothing major." Kal dismissed the pain. He wasn't exactly lying; his head did hurt. But he suspected it had something to do with the E-kip acting up on him. Maybe he'd have it checked out when he got back to Yggdrasil. Superman walked through the alien ship, using his X-ray vision and super hearing to look for survivors. The ship itself was rather torn up, with small fires scattered throughout the corridors he (and Ridge, if he followed) passed. He ducked under a mess of broken wires and a metal beam, that had fallen out of the ceiling, which had apparently collapsed under one of the secondary explosions caused earlier. Superman stopped as he spotted something."Here we go." Superman muttered, turning a corner. He stopped in front of a door, which seemed to be jammed in place. He shoved his fingers into the metal, pulling the heavy door out of place. The metal bent and crumbled under Superman's powerful fingers, as Kal tossed it to the side with ease. He stepped into the room, which seemed to be some kind of cargo bay. There was one of the aliens, stuck under a pile of metal crates. Supes flew over quickly, and began to carefully move the wares off the unconscious pirate. Once all of the obstructions were removed, Superman noticed a piece of metal stabbed into the alien's hard skin. Kal carefully removed the metal, and examined the wound with his various types of vision. "I can hear one more pirate somewhere. He might be in the cockpit. Could you go check for him while I deal with this?" Superman asked, his voice much softer than earlier. He turned away from Ridge and down towards the body. Using his heat vision, Superman began to cauterize the wound to keep it from bleeding any further. "Sorry if this hurts, but you'll bleed out otherwise." Kal spoke. He knew the alien couldn't hear him, but he couldn't help it. He had a bit of a soft spot for the wounded.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Feel free to include other pirates Supes missed, btw. He's not perfect, especially not in his current condition. :P

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Client World 102249740-D, because forgetting its name would be totally rude

Superman rounded the corner, spotting the crashed ship. Next to it he spotted Ridge, floating casually next to a body. Superman activated his telescopic vision, examining the pirate for signs of life. Sure enough, the alien's chest was rising and falling. Ridge had kept his word. Deactivating his extra-sensory ability, Kal-El increased his speed until he was right next to Ridge. Superman dropped the aliens rather haphazardly, right on top of their fourth unconscious comrade. Superman had little respect for criminals and pirates, as was so plainly seen by his treatment of their unconscious bodies. Despite this lack of respectful treatment, the pirates that Superman had taken down would be relatively unharmed when they awoke: perhaps some bruises and aching pain, but nothing permanent or long lasting. Even scum deserved that much. Kal looked over at Ridge. He had more than likely noticed his presence, but decided to alert him anyway. Superman snapped his fingers before addressing Ridge."Come on. Let's look for survivors and stolen goods." With that, Superman stopped floating and walked towards the craft. It wasn't massive, but it appeared large enough to smuggle goods and hold a handful of pirates. He didn't expect to find any conscious aliens inside, but it was still best to keep his guard up. Those lasers seemed capable of hurting Kal, even through his bio-matrix. That E-kip in his neck was more than likely responsible for that. Hmph. I can't wait until I get this thing ou- Superman's thoughts were interrupted by a shooting pain in the back of his neck. Speak of the devil. Kal winced, bending over slightly and resting a hand on his own knee for support. The pain was excruciating. It reminded him of the pain he'd felt at the hands of Darkseid's omega beams... It was only painful for a fleeting moment, but it felt as if it would never end. When the pain subsided, Superman stood up. He scowled, before walking up the ramp and inside the alien craft."A headache. Nothing major." Kal dismissed the pain. He wasn't exactly lying; his head did hurt. But he suspected it had something to do with the E-kip acting up on him. Maybe he'd have it checked out when he got back to Yggdrasil. Superman walked through the alien ship, using his X-ray vision and super hearing to look for survivors. The ship itself was rather torn up, with small fires scattered throughout the corridors he (and Ridge, if he followed) passed. He ducked under a mess of broken wires and a metal beam, that had fallen out of the ceiling, which had apparently collapsed under one of the secondary explosions caused earlier. Superman stopped as he spotted something."Here we go." Superman muttered, turning a corner. He stopped in front of a door, which seemed to be jammed in place. He shoved his fingers into the metal, pulling the heavy door out of place. The metal bent and crumbled under Superman's powerful fingers, as Kal tossed it to the side with ease. He stepped into the room, which seemed to be some kind of cargo bay. There was one of the aliens, stuck under a pile of metal crates. Supes flew over quickly, and began to carefully move the wares off the unconscious pirate. Once all of the obstructions were removed, Superman noticed a piece of metal stabbed into the alien's hard skin. Kal carefully removed the metal, and examined the wound with his various types of vision. "I can hear one more pirate somewhere. He might be in the cockpit. Could you go check for him while I deal with this?" Superman asked, his voice much softer than earlier. He turned away from Ridge and down towards the body. Using his heat vision, Superman began to cauterize the wound to keep it from bleeding any further. "Sorry if this hurts, but you'll bleed out otherwise." Kal spoke. He knew the alien couldn't hear him, but he couldn't help it. He had a bit of a soft spot for the wounded.

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Right. I'll get to work on a reply. *Knuckle crackage*

War Never Ending.

Turian Corvette Relentless - 3rd expeditionary fleet

The small Turian ship Relentless hung in the darkness of space, at the edge of the 3rd Expeditionary Fleet. The only nearby ships were two Salarian stealth shuttles, each holdings an STG squad. The two Salarian ships slowly revolved around the corvette as it drifted at a snail's pace towards the strange alien system. All three ships had shut down engines and were currently idling in an effort to conserve fuel while they shared a mission debrief. While the mission seemed simple enough and the orders they received were relatively open ended, it was imperative that they planned everything out to the tee. If just one thing went wrong, the small task force could cause a galactic incident. Inside the ship itself, eight Turian soldiers sat. There were two rows of four, with the two rows facing each other. The small space was bathed in red light; the lights had been shut off to lower their ship's heat signature. The Turians were going about their usual pre-battle ceremonies. Three of the Turians had their heads down, and were praying to their legion's spirits. Each one was holding what appeared to be a lightning bolt - the symbol of their legion, Fulrem, or 'Iron Lightning.' A few of them were chatting quietly among themselves, remembering old battles and discussing the things they missed from civilian life. They were the newest members of the squad; they had been getting to know each other over the last few months. The last two soldiers in the bay, however, sat in complete silence. Each had their eyes downcast, their faces covered and obscured by their helmets. They had been here the longest. They were differentiated from their brethren by their extensive customization of their armor paint jobs. In the front of the ship, hidden behind a metal door, was the cockpit. Vires sat next to the pilot as he discussed the final pieces of their approach to the conflict below with the Salarians. "Alright, let's go over everything before we move out." Vires spoke, his voice strong and authoritative."We're going to enter the atmosphere on the far side of the battlefield, away from the frontlines. We should be far enough away that we won't run into any natives. However, if we do encounter the humans or the other species, we are not to engage unless we are engaged ourselves. Let's try to be diplomatic before we start blowing them away." Decius joked darkly."We'll be travelling through primarily urban territory, however we'll be steering clear of the populated zones. According to our preliminary recon we've obtained from stratospheric drones, the area we'll be landing in was evacuated before being bombed extensively. We shouldn't run into any problems when we land." Vires brought up a holographic map display. He began to mark up the map using his fingers. The information was being sent to the other two Salarin leaders, with only a short delay. The relatively close distance between their three ships made transmitting data via laser did not require comm buoys. "The main resistance we might encounter comes from here: a highway used by the unknown conglomerate of aliens attacking the entirely human force. It seems to be municipal in nature, however we have reason to believe that enemy troops have used the highway before. Furthermore, once we pass that highway we'll be in contested territory - we were unable to get any images of the area, so we'll be mostly blind. Keep your men on high alert. Once we escape this part the city, there's a single ridge that over looks the frontlines. Once there, you two will set up your reconnaissance and communications equipment. You'll be sending your data to the fleet via drone roughly every half hour. You should have ample amount of drones to get the data across in a timely and safe manner. "Once your teams are set up, I'll take a small squad and attempt to recover the fallen drone. Chances are the humans have taken it into their possession. My team will try to take it without making contact; stealth is of the utmost priority." Vires sighed, closing his eyes for a moment until he wrapped up the plan. "Is that it? He asked the two Salarians, who had remained silent during the briefing. "That is all, Captain Decius." One of the Salarians replied. They were concise and to the point; Vires could appreciate that. "Alright, relay the plan to your men; I will do the same. May the spirits watch over us. the Turian waited for the Salarians to cut off the communications before turning off the holographic display and standing up. He made his way into the troop compartment, examining his men. "Alright misfits, here's the plan..."