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2 days ago
Current I don't know where to even start when it comes to just how ruined my weekend has just become.
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4 days ago
Having jaw ache due to a lymphatic node swelling ain't fun.
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6 days ago
How you can help me today ? Quite simple: I need permit to enter A39. You should have been notified about it just recently.
9 days ago
I go to bed in search of sleep, but my cat is always quicker to find it there. Correlation or causality ?
11 days ago
I can confirm the ads issue. I suddenly got them in my own status, in the PMs list, in the status bar... Normally I keep adblock off in support of RPG, but this is unbearable at the moment.
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Who the hell is this person behind those many miles of fiber optics and copper cable ?

  • I'm a 34 year old guy.
  • ... who's working as a software developer
  • ... and enjoys roleplaying as a casual hobby to distract himself from ongoing stress


And into which hell will I descend with you participating in one of my roleplays?

  • I'm a fantasy addict: medieval high and low!
  • I'd consider myself to be a low casual roleplayer, 3 paragraphs per post on average.
  • My schedule varies. It might happen that I won't be able to post at all for a week, but then again it might happen that I'll reach a sweet spot inside which I can go on a posting rampage. I'd say one can expect 1-2 posts a week from me, depending on the lengths involved.
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Fyr


There were a few too many things going on simultaneously for Fyr to keep track off, but the one thing he was pretty aware of was that one hostile individual, probably the leader of this whole attack, was still standing. Having decided not to throw the spear but to stab the other person with it in his last attack, Fyr still had it available for launch now.



His estimate got the unknown weapon's properties completely wrong through. Without having trained with this particular weapon yet, Fyr only managed a trajectory quite different from the one he had actually intended. The spear flew right past the enemy's body and buried itself firmly in the wall behind him.

Great! Could anything else go wrong right now that both his axe and the spear were located somewhere there ?
To say that Harald had been happy to get off this ill-equipped morgue with VTOL capabilities would have been an understatement as well. As soon as the intruder had gotten out of his gear and taken a shower, the next stop was the coffee machine. A very long stop one might add. The order had been to get some R&R, not to go to bed early. He knew he would not be able to sleep so soon after a mission anyway, let alone this mission.

There was an email to write, one about the benefit of having body bags on board of vehicles already if sent on a mission that could potentially yield samples.

The fact that he even had to consider writing this kind of message felt quite disappointing, not to say even outright sad. These aliens had not made first contact with humans, just with Earth's lead. Yes, they had opened fire first and probably also killed the ship's crew so this course of action had been completely justified, but still it felt like such a waste of an opportunity they all were somewhat responsible for. And then there was the fact that these grays, out of all of the world's countless organisations, had happened to run straight into Minerva Force. Minerva Force was about as alien, separate and clandestine in relation to the rest of human society as aliens were to Earth. Quite the irony, wasn't it ?

While indeed trying to find some relaxation, Creep also spent some significant amount of his free time the next days on trying to dig into the story of the cargo vessel this had all been about. Online ship tracking websites were the first, completely harmless but also rather superficial source of information. Some let's say inofficial excavations in other people's databases were another, but of course he had to be very careful with that or he would at least invoke the commander's ire. Probably ?

Speaking of their boss, there was this rumor about this being some kind of 'probing attack' in the hallways and the cantine, but Harald found this to be complete bullshit. A probing attack on a cargo vessel to check how humanity would react to this ? Where should he even start to point out how idiotic this idea was...

First of all, in order to figure out how humans would react to one of their precious little ships being boarded by hostiles, one just had to sit back and watch the media. There were naval hostage situations, assaults, abductions and even good-old piracy on more than a weekly basis in these more unstable times, so why take the risk and stage anything oneself ? Then, when staging an attack, why stay on site with too few individuals to defend against the human forces expected to arrive in this kind of 'experiment' ? Either this had been a really bad organisational mistake on the alien side or this just had not been a probing attack with enemy forces expected to respond in the first place. And last but not least, why on Earth a cargo vessel ? There would have been so many less risky targets like remote research stations, villages, airplanes... Or didn't these guys have some sort of ship-mounted weapons on their flying saucers ? At least some makeshift ones so they didn't have to send people down for such an attack right away ? Hardly imagineable after having seen this impressive propulsion system.

Sure, this was pretty speculative as well, but unfortunately an essential piece of the puzzle was now situated firmly on the ocean floor. GPS coordinates revealed that this was far too deep to go without some advanced submarine and their boss wouldn't happen to have one of these around, would he ? At least Creep had not seen such a vehicle in any of the hangars yet.

This didn't stop Harald from sending another email straight towards Damirón’s account while he happened to have some free time though. It contained all of the intruder's thoughts about this attack not being some stupid probing shit and that it would be really handy if there was any way to investigate that freighter and its cargo down on the ocean floor. What if the aliens had been after something on that ship or at least had wanted to prevent it from reaching its destination ? Minerva Force should make use of its time instead of waiting for the next incident to happen.
Týfurkh


With Jen finally awake, he and Týfurkh could finally remove the big piece of furniture from the door in order to get out. Týfurhk had had the feeling of hearing Karina's voice outside previously, but now the others had already progressed a lot further out of the guest wing.

"You didn't happen to try and leave without us, did you ?" Týfurkh challenged without aiming his words at anyone specific. As he looked at who else was there and who wasn't, something else seemed to be much more amiss than that though: "Where are Sil and Chres ?" Not that he couldn't have done without the neverending source of mischief that was Chres' familiar for a while, but the danger of losing both of them permanently did not sit well with him at all.

"And who are you if I may ask ?" and Týfurkh nudged his head into the direction of the servant who had just revealed herself to be... some mysterious individual who obviously didn't want to tell the entiry story just yet.
I'd like to try and toss my hat into the ring for this one again :)


Fyr raised his fist slowly, but no less angrily as reality forced him to stare at the blood running down from his now rather demolished knuckles. That would buff out at some time for sure, but definitely not for the next days or even weeks to come without some magical assistance ? He had quite successfully knocked out the oak table with his strike, but only because the assassin he had actually intended to hit had managed to evade impending doom completely.

It had not even been that other arm where he had just suffered a cut, but the other one that had been still perfectly fine. There was no way to work around this embarrassing misery by claiming to have been impaired, was there ? Worse still, his intended victim was getting back on his feet just as Fyr was trying to start ignoring the pain...
Suiting up and squeezing himself into the Minvera Force's uniform was nothing Harald hadn't become used to many months ago, but doing so with the definitive info that this was not a drill felt quite different still. Slightly nervously, his fingers slid over the keyboard of his laptop giving the next input that would keep the system busy just long enough for him to check his weapon. His secondary weapon, that was. He considered this laptop to be the primary one and the pistol a tertiary stopgap measure, but just maybe. So it was always good to give his digital assistant some maintenance and cleanup before departure, but it was even better to make sure that none of these updates had turned things into a binary mess accidentally. This was not Microsoft where one could almost expect that to happen, but still...

Software really wasn't Harald's primary concern at this point however -- it was trigger-happyness. This was essentially some sort of first contact at least on their side and they would go in not even trying to stretch out a hand, but with the firm intent of fixing up any alien's lead deficit ? Sure, hostile action against a cargo ship was not nice to say the least, but the mere thought of an alien species capable of interstellar travel coming to Earth just to attack some big, rusty bucket running on Diesel fuel was no way less horrifying in its own respect. It was just way too ridiculous not to blatantly point at some much bigger affair behind it. Either that or somehow these aliens were brainless creatures who had somehow managed to miss the fact that the universe held all the resources one could possibly need in abundance without coming to Earth. The only thing that made Earth so unique was the presence of life, but killing that would take this aspect away which made no sense either...

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At least the pilots had not to stress their minds about that, he thought. They would be out of this thing soon enough, but that was assuming that they would make it there in the first place. Harald didn't know whether anybody else of their team had any real idea about handling an aircraft, but he certainly hoped that the guys in the cockpit really knew what they were doing. Otherwise they all should have come with a lifejacket and some extra bait for distracting the sharks instead. Oh, and speaking of sharks, if he was ever to lead an alien invasion, he'd do it exactly this way and go submarine instead of keeping UFOs roaming in the sky. Humanity knew fewer things about the ocean floor that it did about the moon. If these aliens were already building a damn construction yard down in the Mariana's trench, science would likely not know anything about it yet.

UDO, 'unknown diving object'... The German operative remembered having heard of this in some old computer game.

Anyway, they would either find out something, die right away or come back with more or less empty hands. That was abundantly clear. Harald tried to take in the looks of his teammates as long as he'd still have the opportunity, but soon found out that the gear they all had to carry rendered this to be a quite difficult task. Some sort of anonymity had probably been considered the very least a positive side effect in the design process. At least Avalanche was easy enough to spot given the fact that he had just decided that deliberately risking open sparks in an aircraft was not against regulation.

"I wouldn't say I was dragged out of a shithole to be honest. I would rather say that some other people's shitholes brought me here." Behind his face mask, Harald couldn't resist a sheepish grin at this point. Yet could he dare to openly blame U.S. government agencies for what they seriously dared to call 'IT security efforts' or would this be taken as an offense ? "And I hope for you it's not an LNG carrier we're headed to or you won't even have an open deck to make proper use of your gun -- not the mention the danger of all the highly compressed gas itself. How many millimeters of steel can this thing punch through ?"
Fyr looked at his axe for an instant as he realized that he had just lost his family heirloom a second time right now. It was only a tiny bit of hestitation however as way too many things were happening just now all around him, including a sword directly aimed at him.

It seemed though that the man wielding it experienced an equal amount of misfortune. The blade missed though it still came very uncomfortably close to Fyr's skin.

Bereft of his primary weapon due to his very own actions, Fyr reached for the spear he had obtained from the demonfolk back in that ugly cave and pushed the long weapon forward towards the second assassin.



The metal tip punched what looked like all the way through the man's thigh and, once Fyr started to pull back, started to exhibit some quite asymmetric behavior. In other words it acted as sort of a barbed hook and caused even more bloody destruction in the process. That leg would not work again anytime soon and, assuming that radical treatment wasn't applied very rapidly, would probably pull the rest of the man's life down with it. At least that was how Fyr thought.
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