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In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Doc Doctor

Pycin accepted the cigarette and pulled back harder than need be when provided the light. He eased back in his chair again, taking another swallow of his rum before exhaling through his nose. He was listening to Donny carefully, noted by the occasional small twitch of his sunken eyes. It wasn’t until Donny had finished saying his piece that he responded; gently twirling the cigarette in his finger and thumb he analysed the smoke drifting off for a moment.

“It’s been a while….”

Drawing back a second toke, another swallow of rum, he tilted his head with a crack of his neck, and said:

“I never thought of myself as the political type. All those faggits….” He gave a short, dismissive snort of one nostril and used his pinkie finger to tap on the desk, saying; “Ash.” The top of the desk opened and a small silver tray popped out before the desk sealed up again beneath it. “Truth be told, I was more of a cigar man.”

Tapping off a head of ash, he grit his teeth as though conjuring a memory better left forgotten. His eyes narrowed at Donny.

“Hany’s Ribbon. Fuck that bitch.” He cleared his throat. “My scientists will tell you it’s a mindless spatial phenomenon. Ask me, there is nothing completely without mind in this God forsaken universe. In any case, her name suits her description. A ribbon of pure light and destructive energy. Over a lightyear in length. All we know with any guarantee is that she’s stable within herself. She appeared at random locations and destroys everything in her path. We can’t damage her, we can’t slow her down. She destroyed our home world. Our solar system. Wiped out the sun. Seven billion citizens. Couldn’t save them all.”

Pycin polishes off yet another glass of rum, pours another and draws back another toke of his cigarette.

“This is my office on the flagship, Donny. My own little sanctuary. From here I have all the control I need to have.” He looks to his right at one of the eight view screens that make up the walls of his office. That one view screen showed an empty Shuttle bay somewhere on the ship. “Dino Gavon isn’t on board at present. That’s his personal bay. In fact he’s left the solar system in search of some …alien girl recently abducted from the planet below. But you see that empty docking bay?” He looks back at Donny. “I hope to be giving that to you, along with the ship that goes with it.”

He takes one last heavy drag of his cigarette and stamps it out in the tray. He takes another swig of his drink before rising slowly from his seat. He shuffles to the far side of the office and stands to stare off into a view of the main mess hall on the ship. The Mess hall is big, no smaller in size than that of a football field with hundreds of Quatis citizens busy eating, preparing food, chatting, going about their everyday lives.

“I find you a man of deeper understanding than most, Donny. It’s a refreshing thing in this life. So I believe you’d understand the need for taking measures to ensure a job is done right. Just business, you see….” Pycin shifts, turning enough to look Donny dead in the eyes to confess: “While you were being operated on by my physicians, I had them attach an MIIT (Macro Ignition Interface Transponder) to the wall of the right Atrium chambers within your heart. Think of it as an interactive explosive tracking device. It relays information of your activities directly to my station and responds to my command, specifically. In the case of my death, MIIT will ignite. Your heart will explode. If I die, you die. If you fail me, you die. But honestly… I have no desire for that to happen, Donny. Not in the least. That’s my security. Nothing personal. Just peace of mind, you understand.”

Pycin begins his shuffled walk back to his seat.

“I’ve hereby rescinded all warrants of activity against you. You are now free to roam my fleet, with the exception of restricted ranking activity. You’re a citizen now. Consider this a…” He takes a seat and consumes a hard swallow of his rum. “…display of good faith between one mortal and another.” He then reaches into the lining of his robe, producing a fat cigar, and places it on the desk for Donny. “Make yourself at home here. No one is after you anymore. You will hereby be treated like any other outstanding citizen of my people. Once the job is done, I’ll give you Dino’s ship, elevate your status to whatever rank or status you desire.”

He takes a deep breath and finally places the the last drop of glassed rum on the desk in front of him, saying;

“Until Admiral Gavon arrives back within easy access, settle in. You Quarters are located on the 5th floor of the Egress. Room 10252. Two doors down from Dino’s personal chambers.” He reaches into a drawer on his left and produces a new wrist device. With it, Donny can access all floors of all vessels within the fleet outside that of military personnel activity. He places the device on the desk next to the cigar and pushes both in Donny’s direction. “Get to know your surroundings, Donny. Have a sleep in your chambers. Fuck a whore. Have a bite to eat in the mess hall. Have some fun while you wait.” He glances at the cigar. “Do yourself a favor and light this up when you’ve finished the job.”

Easing back in his seat, Pycin picks up his rum once more, taking a sip before finishing;

“I’ll let you know when he’s back. Be alert. And don’t underestimate that son of a cunt.”



@Metatrooper

The officer regards Meta with a stare that notes his intrigue and sliver of optimism. He then grins and takes a seat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk. He places his hand on the empty desk and a holographic terminal projects from the surface of the desk. Typing out a few commands, the display of the alien ship, as well as the display of the data screen go black. In line with given commands, a beverage of brown liquid in a glass and a frosted pastry appears on a silver plate in front of Meta. It is obvious that both are his to consume if he wishes.

“Bounty hunter huh….” He said, raising one brow. This look is one of interest but concern. “Funny how things just fall into place.”

He then regards both empty view screens. Glances down at the four stripes on his chest, and tells;

“I’m First Gamma Rank of the Quatis Military, Naval issue, next in line under Admiral Dino Gavon.” He nods as if any of this would make sense. “My name is Eshten Palin.” Regarding the view screen that previously displayed the image of the alien ship, he adds; “We’ve been unable to establish any reading from that vessel, any aside from a temporal distortion, that is. By our own scanners, that ship isn’t even a sold object. There is no substantial reading. All we get is a temporal displacement. Nothing more. And that’s all we’ve been able to obtain from the individual that’s boarded your own vessel, The Tempest. He doesn’t register as a life form. He doesn’t register as anything aside from a distortion in time. A temporal anomaly. So you can imagine our concern. But I believe what you say…." He pauses to add; "But here’s the thing, bounty hunter, us Quatis don’t believe it prudent to delve into temporal technology. You should be able to understand the danger it presents to life in the universe. Changing the course of history is all fucked up. We did take a shot at the vessel, feeling the need to destroy it. Nothing happened. It was like our Quantum canons were passing through thin air. No effect whatsoever. It didn't even fire back.”

First Gamma Eshten, sighs then tries without success to relax in his chair.

“Thing is, Meta, I didn’t really bring you here to discuss the perils of time technology and just how dangerous it is. I’ve brought you here for another matter at hand. I mentioned Dino Gavon, foremost Admiral of the Quatis, but also the son of a cunt that’s been fucking my wife for the last two years. I fucking hate him. He’s also the one standing in the way of my promotion. I can’t get one of our soldiers to kill him, no one would dream of killing him. They won’t do it. And this is why you’re here. I’m offering you the job to kill him. Take him out.”

Eshten smirks, gives his nose a little scratch and continues.

“This is our own little secret. You and i will be the only ones who know. If you can manage to pull this off, you’ll be made a friend to the Quatis. You’ll be regarded an ally and compensated with whatever other form payment your heart desires. If you fail, I’ll assemble a legion of troops to hunt you down and kill you. Simple as that. And believe me, you will not escape my wrath. If you accept this mission, however, I’ll be sending you back to your ship and, in time, inform you of Admiral Gavon whereabouts. Stay close. If you decline, I’ll kill you here and now.”

Eshten now dusts off some non-existent dirt from his uniform with a quick backhand on his fingers, and concludes;

“So… make your decision. State your terms of accepting this mission.”



Back on board the Tempest, Rufus stops in his tracks to regard the 5 foot hovering mechanical construction with a look a of overwhelmed amazement.

“Woah... machine dude, you’re like something from Star Wars of something. So righteous, my main man.” He extends one hand, tapping on the ASP between its eyes with his index finger, as if giving a light knock on a door. “Name’s Rufus, yo. I don’t mean no harm or nothing. Just checking out the specs, ya know? Those other dudes that were here, man, they just kinda deserted poor Rufus. Can’t blame a man for that, right. Buy say….” Rufus reaches into his tracksuit pocket and produces a clip sealed bag of marijuana, dangling in front of ASP’s face. “Can a righteous dude like yourself get high, man? I reckon we can sit back, play some games and have a few bongs, right?” He looks around expectantly. “Sure there must be something around here we can make a bong out of. Seriously – less you have one stashed away in those walls of yours.” He then pulls out a join from his other pocket, suggesting; “But I got this wicked J as the next option. Am I right or am right, awesome dude?”



@Quote5

The thin redhead man appears pleasantly surprised by the web-like substance the plush cat produces. Taking hold of one end he started pulling himself to safety. As he does this, the rock that Ramrod tied the ohter end of the web to groans, but at the same time it lifts from the ground with an extension of rock legs and starts walking away as if it were fed up with situation, yet no doubt helping with pulling the man from the quicksand.

As the man climbs free and crawls happily onto solid ground, the quicksand releases an ‘aww….’ of obvious disappointment.

Sitting back on the ground and resting against the trunk of a tree that sighs with an odd kind of satisfaction, the young man gives a thankful nod to Ramrod.

“Little dude, never thought I’d see the day where my eyes would witness a righteous stuffed animal like yourself. You saved my life, little dude. Consider me in you debt. Name’s Rufus from planet Earth, by the way…” He adds, extending his hand to the plush cat to greet him. With his other hand he produces a clip seal bag of weed and gives it a little shake. “the honor is mine.”

Meanwhile, the rock continues to make its way deeper into the forest letting out small griping grunts as it goes, while the orange shrub that had followed Ramrod, plants its roots in the soil beside Rufus and Ramrod, leaning curiously as it analyses the bag of weed with the brown eyes that appear on its upper stem.

In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Doc Doctor

“I’m getting old, Donny… too old to take care of bullshit for myself anymore. These days I have other people take care of the bullshit.”

Pycin takes a sip of his rum, and continues;

“Thing is, I’d have my own men do this job, but they won’t. No Quatis man, woman or child would even dream of killing an admiral.”

He looks soberly down into the brown liquid of his glass like an old wizard reading the future in a potion he’d made.

“I don’t know where you’re from, Donny. I don’t know how you got out here. What I do know is that this space is far from the likes that you call home. But that’s okay….”

He takes another sip of his drink and looks at Donny again.

“The important thing is you know how to take care of yourself. Your tools may be primitive, but you can somehow manage to put our security to shame. To be honest, I wouldn’t mind seeing how you’d fair against one of our elite soldiers. Would prove quite entertaining, and maybe sort of the reason why I brought you here today.”

Finishing his drink, he leans across and take the bottle, filling his glass once more before easing back in his seat to continue in a lowering tone;

“You’ve met my Admiral, Dino Gavon. The man that shot you in the back and sent you to our medical bay.”

He then nods to the holographic image of the woman and child on his desk for reference.

“This is my wife and little girl, or at least they were until Dino Gavon got them both killed. Don’t get me wrong, Donny, he didn’t kill them outright, but he might as well have. I won’t bore you with too many details, as you probably don’t want to know in any regard. But you see, Dino was fucking my wife for the last year or so before she died. Naturally, Dino didn’t think I knew about it. But that’s not the point at the moment…. Point is, her relationship with the man distracted her at the wrong time, one thing led to another, and as a result both she my daughter were stranded on Quatis when Hany’s Ribbon struck. …They were meant to be safe with me right here on this ship.”

Pycin takes a long, deep breath. Another sip of rum. If one looked hard enough they could see the emotion trying to break his rock hard façade.

“Donny…. No doubt a man even of your own pedigree would understand the need for security in life, without the constant need to be looking over your shoulder, and I’m the man who can make that happen for you, Donny. You can have your past transgressions towards the Quatis removes. You could have free reign among the Quatis fleet, join the ranks of the superior officers if want, live as a civilian, come and go as you please, have your own place to live, all the food and pussy you can eat – and you know how us men just love the taste of those tentacles, am I right? Hell, Donny, I’d even be willing to give you your very own personal space ship… and all I have to do to make that happen is say the word….”

For the first time Pycin shows some real emotion, though only the faintest of grins, as he added;

“And all you have to do is kill Dino Gavon.”
In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Quote5

While Ramrod moves through the forest towards the sound of the girl crying for help, he would notice many of the plants aren’t quite normal. Several of the shrubs sprout eyes when they see him coming, while others reach out, feeling at the small plush creature with their leaves and branches. When they make contact with him, the plants release small moans, some sounding intrigued by his texture, others sounding pleasured by the touch.

Soon, Ramrod would become aware of a straggly orange shrub with tiny leaves. It had uprooted itself and started following Ramrod, making small grunting noises in its effort to keep up.

Assuming that Ramrod keeps moving he soon arrives at a clearing. In the middle of the clearing is a young man with red hair and freckles and wearing a purple woolly pullover. What he’s wearing on his legs isn’t seen, since he is waist deep in a weird type of quicksand. Funnily enough, the young man is the one calling for help. It becomes obvious to Ramrod that the mans state of panic has caused his voice to become high pitched like a girl.

The quicksand is pulsating and bubbling, releasing sounds like that of a grumbling stomach and groans of satisfaction as it slowly consumed the sinking man.

When the man sees Ramron, he stops squealing like a girl. Suddenly his despair is replaced by a look of bizarre confusion for the plush cat.

“Uhh… dude….” He said with a young, masculine tone. “You’re like… a plush toy or something.” Realizing he’s sinking a little deeper into the quicksand, he raises a curios eyebrow. “So, like… help?”



@Metatrooper

The Android Quatis Mechanic didn't display a look of satisfaction for Meta's reply. He remained suspicious, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't ready to lower his weapon just yet. He was however about to reply, mouth open with the first syllable formed when he got distracted by a third person in the room. He quickly re-aimed his gun at a young man that just kinda blinked into existence a few meters away. Shortly after appearing, the young man vanished, then quickly reappeared, only this time he didn't vanish again.

The stranger had short wavy red hair and small freckles on his cheeks, standing about 6 feet tall with green, bloodshot eyes. He was no older than early twenties, dressed in deep-blue tracksuit pants, purple woolly pullover, and brown slippers on his feet. He wasn't armed at all and didn't actually carry any possessions whatsoever.


Once his arrival was stable, the young man rolled his eyes around the room in amazement while his hands felt the air as if he were a mime lost in his act. It took a moment before he acknowledged the other two people in the room.

"Dudes..." He said in a state of wonder as he lowering his hands; "I'm like so freaked out right now."

The engineer was speechless for a moment, apparently having no idea what was taking place. He then turned his eyes quickly to Meta, his suspicion intensifying as he then turned his look back to the strange redhead, and demanded answers. He raised the line of his gun to the strangers head:

"Who the hell are you?!"

"Whoa, dude!" The man replied, throwing his hands up again as a gesture of surrender. But he didn't really seem to be taking the situation too seriously, sort of laughing while he spoke: "What's with the badass gun, man? I ain't armed, I swear - hell, I don't even know where I am. Can someone fill me in or what?" Then, as if his arms were way too heavy keep held up, he flopped them back down by his side and turned his attention the Meta, saying:

"Duuuude... you are look'n so righteous right now. Nice getup, really, you have my respec." He thumped his fist to his chest as a sign of sincerity then held out his hand to greet Meta; "Names Rufus, man. Ya got a name or what?"

Whether Meta responded or not, the android - who was looking rather panicked at this point - spoke into the device on his wrist: "Command. Two to teleport!" As soon as he finished saying so, he grabbed Meta by the shoulder. Less than a second later the Android and Meta vanished in a flurry of light.

Rufus was a little confused, but not too phased by the two men disappearing in front of him.

"Rude." He said, and with a small shrug started exploring the Tempest.



Meta materialized in a small, square metallic room somewhere on board the Quatis flagship Egress. He is seated in a chair but isn't restrained and appears to have all his items on his person. In front of him is a bare metal table, the legs of which seem to be melded to the floor. The room is fairly dark, but enough light is present to look around comfortably. On the wall to the left is a view screen displaying an image of a space vessel:



On the wall to the right is a terminal with what would appear to be random data readouts. There don't appear to be any doors in the room, but on the far side of the table in front of him is yet another stranger. This man is standing, hands behind his back in a casual yet staunch pose. He looks about middle age, black hair with streaks of violet around the ears, and a long violet and black goatee. He has brown eyes and is wearing a two-piece black uniform, maybe some sort of military issue judging by the four white stripes on the right of his chest and the Quantum rifle hanging from his belt. But he doesn't introduce himself. Instead, he takes a step closer to the table, saying:

"State your full name, occupation, origin, reason for being in this region of space, and..." He glances at the vessel on the view screen; "...everything you know about the ship that just appeared within close proximity of your own."



@Doc Doctor

Fortunately for Donny, and anyone else who decided to take potshots at doors and walls, the energy blast had no real effect. Apparently the walls and doors of the Quatis ship were designed to absorb many types of energy. The absorption technology was so effective that the shot Donny took was practically non-climactic. The energy just dissipated on contact.

Donny's furthering efforts to access inter-Quatis information also fell flat. Moments after replying to the Grand Minister, his wrist devise went off-line. All functions went dark. Nothing responded. Even if he had been able to open up inter-Quatis information, he wouldn’t have found much on Pycin, besides the fact that he was Prime Leader of the Quatis. The Grand Ministers personal files are restricted.

Still, Donny wasn't without achievement, after seeing his wrist device go dead, he would have felt the sensation of crawling skin and butterflies in his stomach as his vision went black –



Donny’s vision returns to find himself standing and facing Pycin from the opposite side of his desk in his office. The office is as previously described. No doors are apparent. If Donny is thinking, as he usually is, and even though he is alone in the room with the Grand Minister, he would likely suspect that the office isn’t without its share of security systems. Furthermore, the devise on Donny’s wrist is still not operational.

Grand Minister Pycin has sky-blue eyes and swept back hair, silver, though a tint on the blue side. No facial hair, but his face was hard as nails. It was clear he wasn’t easily aroused. He’s dressed in a grey full-length robe, obviously a casual attire similar to that of a bath robe, while holding half a glass of Kraken Rum in one hand.

When Donny appears, he makes a small effort to rise from his chair, gives a small nod to greet him, then retakes the seat behind his desk. He then motions with his head towards a small cabinet position next to the empty seat in front his desk. In the glass door cabinet are various bottles of alcohol as well non-alcoholic beverages and several drinking classes.

“Fix yourself a drink, Donny. Take a seat. Relax. We have… business to discuss, you and I.”



@Zyngard@Dartbored Fairy@Prima Luce

“Mine?” Dino Gavon responds to the transmission from the alien vessel and looks at Cas, then back at the reading’s at his station. “Fuck you!” As he told the person on the alien vessel to get fucked, the words ‘fuck you’ seemed to play on his mind, as though he were reminded of something but couldn’t quite figure out what. He gives Cas another odd look and shrugs. “Anyway, No time to waste, we have to get down there and save that little girl now.”

Cas gives Hida a friendly smile as she, Cas and Dino make their way back to center chamber of the ship where Pirila and Shard have recently exited the room they had been in. Cuna was no longer there, but no one really seemed to notice his absence.

“Pirila!” Dino said, “We’ve found your friends bio readings on the planet below. It’s clear by the readings that she is still alive, but she is still in the company of her abductor.”

Dino then gives Pirila a smoldering look as he snaps his fingers. When he does this, a chamber opens out from the wall beside her displaying a range of guns and rifles.

“Take your pick, hot stuff, a fine dame like yourself shouldn’t be landing on an uncharted planet without a means to protect herself, am I right? Of course I’m right!”

Shard then steps aside, seemingly a little confused by something, but says to Dino; “Sir, I’m staying here. I don’t know why exactly, but I just feel like I need to be doing something while you’re gone. I can’t quite explain it, sir, but I’m sure it’s important that I stay here.”

“Very well,” Dino tells her, “stay if you want. In fact, I’d prefer someone was her to guard the ship while I’m gone.”

Whether Pirila had decided to take a gun or not, Cas takes one, but it’s not for him to use. He hands it to Hida like a man presenting a woman a rose, saying; “This is for you. It’s a beautiful piece of machinery… just like you. I’ve also got peanuts if you’re hungry.”

Dino then states a command and the next thing Hida and Pirila know they are standing in the caves of the planet below with Dino and Cas. Dino checks his wrist device and gives a nod to Pirila.

“Follow me. This way. Be as quiet as you can and stay on guard.”

The group of four start heading down the passages of the cave towards Mili’s bio signature.



Back on board the DGS, Cuna had found himself in Dino Gavon’s Bedchamber. It was likely the most elaborately decorated room in the ship. The bed was massive and circular and adorned with velvet cushions of sensual colors. The walls were violet. The ceiling and floor were made of mirrors. Several expensive looking dressers and wardrobes were scattered about the outer perimeter of the room.

A little while after he enters, the door opens and Shard walks in. For a second after seeing Cuna, her expression is blank, but then changes to one of surprising realization.

“Oh – it’s you, you sexy, sexy man!” She declares as a delightful smile scrunches her cute little face. She quickly accesses her wrist device with a few little taps of her finger. Cuna’s clothes then vanish for a moment, then appear neatly folded on the top of a dresser on the far side of the room. At the same time, Shard’s own clothing disappears and reappears in a neat stack beside his own. Her body is nothing short of perfect, the proportions and supple texture of her skin are literally the makings of a supermodel. But then - as her nipples harden, her lips noticeably swell and her pupils dilate - six octopus-like tentacles grow out from her vagina, prodding at the air as if desperately searching for something to hold on to.

“Get on the bed!” She orders, as she catwalks towards him.



@Oh no my soup

The planet is a beautiful sight to see. The flora is vivacious with fanciful coloring. While Magnus is surveying the area, he feels the sensation of fingers walking up the back of his leg. At the same time he feels a tap on his shoulder while the sound of a pleasured moan is heard. If he looks back, he won’t see anyone but a tree standing behind him. It’s a nice looking tree, about the same height as Magnus, with purple plumage and several eyes lining its trunk. Farther down, he might notice the roots of the tree have uprooted themselves. The roots were causing the sensation of fingers walking up his leg, now groping and prodding at Magnus as they approach his upper thigh.

Suddenly, the nearby tree line comes alive as a larger, uglier looking tree steps out and beats its lower limb against the ground with a powerful strike. When it does so, the smaller purple tree squeals like a frightened mouse and starts running away; its roots carrying it as fast as they can across the clearing to hide in another part of the forest.

The large tree looms and growls as it strides towards Magnus, while somewhere nearby a small white flower in the clearing sighs like no good thing was about to happen.



@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5

"While the desperate men, women and children of Iceolia turn on each other to save themselves, Ernest is forced to make decisions. He knows that Fanny is watching, though she is no longer present to help, but the deluge of people trying to force themselves on board are likely the only thing on his mind right now. What does one do when faces with such a dire situation?

Meanwhile, those on board the Rodia are also faced with a decisions. The threat of Hany's Ribbon and the transmission from the MASGC Operator will probably cause some conflicting views. Even if those of the Rodia could help with the MASGC evacuate, will they be able to find a way to escape the path of Hany's Ribbon, or would their efforts to help be in vain?

Tune in for the next edition of channel 0 news!"

Trillions of citizen from across the universe watch on as Frank Feelsalot, the chubby pink octopod news broadcaster, shuffles the papers on his desk and the inter-universal breaking news broadcast ends.
In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Boris


@Prima Luce

Boris opened his clapped hands, checking for the bacon like a child might check to see if he had caught a fly. But no, the rasher hit the mirror instead, and Boris turned his attention to follow. His wide-eye look of suspense quickly dropped when he saw the girl standing next to him in the mirror, replaced by a look of morbid confusion. He cast his eyes beside him to look for the girl who should have been standing beside him. She wasn't. He looked at the girls reflection in the mirror again, beside him, then back at the reflection.

Boris had seen a lot of strange things in his life, and this was up there with some of the stranger ones, but it sure wasn't THE strangest thing. He figured there must have been a logical explanation to what was happening, but knew he wouldn't be smart enough to figure it out. He poked the mirror image of the girl to see if he could feel her. Nah, it was just a mirror.

He sighed.

Still, there was no sense in wasting good food. Plucking the Bacon from the mirror he chewed on it slowly while thinking really hard. The bacon tasted good, but the girl sure did look bad. Someone must have punched her a lot or something. Boris didn't really blame people for wanting to punch girls, well, older girls, not younger ones. Older girls were very mean a lot of the time, but younger girls were usually okay. He couldn't think of a reason why someone might want to beat up a child. They were just children, after all. After looking over the girls wounds, he had to wonder out loud:

"Did a mean person punch you in your private place? Boris can punch them back in their private place too if you want...."

The girl didn't answer his question, though. Instead, she showed Boris that she didn't have a tongue to answer. Then she lifted her arm and pointed at Boris. Then the drawer of the dresser opened up in a hurry. Then a small wooden box flew out of the drawer and landed on the dresser. This girl may have been hurt really bad, for which Boris felt sorry, but she sure did know how to use magic that Boris didn't know how to use. He wondered how she did that....

He looked at the box with a curios grin, like a child awaiting a prize, and despite her not having a tongue, he really wanted to ask anyway;

"Is that for me, little miss?"

Of course, Boris didn't get an answer from the tongueless girl, but he went ahead and took the box off the dresser anyway. He gave it a shake next to his ear, trying to figure out what might have been inside by the rattle it made. Whatever was inside made a dull sound. It sure was possible that rocks were inside. He could use them in his slingshot! Maybe the girl was giving him ammunition to hurt the people that hurt her.

Wanting to know for sure, Boris pried open the box using just his thumbs and the lock broke away pretty easy. In the box he found a small cloth sack with some writing on it and three gold nuggets inside. He didn't know what the writing said, but it sure was nice of the girl to give Boris such valuable ammunition. Hurting the people who hurt her must have been very important.

Boris bit his lip, thinking on the matter for a moment, then nodded at the girl, saying;

"It's okay, little miss. I think I understand. I'll get those people that hurt you bad. You don't need to worry at all."

As he finished Speaking, the girl disappeared and the window shutters slammed shut. Boris guessed their meeting was over, but he was a little disappointed that the girl didn't stay a little longer, he really wanted to draw her picture. But anyway, she was gone now, so he shoved the small sack with the gold in his backpack and - since he had finished breakfast, played a fun game of catch the bacon, and couldn't see any way to help the headless man or empty woman - he left the house. The door of the house was already opened for him, so that was nice.

Boris had a little bounce in his step as he walked down the road towards the Bazaar. He had someone to help, and that was good! All he needed to do now was figure out how. Maybe some people at the Bazaar knew how to read.



Madison


@Karkinos

Madison had slept in. She woke in her cabin after most of the other passengers had already disembarked at Trios. The lack of motion made her realize the ferry had docked, and the sound of her stomach grumbling made her realize she needed to find some food fast. She struggled to sit up on her bed, rested a moment, and then rocked back and forth a few times in order to get the momentum needed to stand up.

Giving her nose a quick pick, she grabbed her bag from the table and opened the door to leave. She cussed loudly while pushing through the narrow door-frame and into the hallway that wasn't much wider. A sliding sound was heard as her hips and arms rubbed along both walls of the corridor.

When she reached the deck, she shoved hard past a well-dressed lady in a small top hat (Oblivia Minot) without stopping to apologize, then walked a bit farther before stopping on the boarding plank. There she quickly survey what she could see of Trios. The plank creaked under the strain of her weight as she picked a lice from her hair and shoved it in her mouth. Chewing the lice, she grunted and barged through more people in her way, heading to the merchants that had set up stalls at the docks.

She stopped at the nearest food stall and slammed a small, dirty copper coin on the counter. She looked over the few food items on display then grimaced at the stall holder.

“I wan some meat, ya got meat? Maybe pastry or somefin?”

In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Blueflame

Yeah there's room, go ahead and post the CS.
In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Chapter 3

Secrets



Name: Pycin Cahap.
Rank: [GM] Grand Minister of Quatis.
Gender: Male.
Age: 320 years.



@Doc Doctor

GM Pycin was sitting in his office, alone. His office is aboard the flagship Egress. It’s an octagonal room 10 meters in diameter, each of the eight walls are metallic interactive view screens, each displaying a different image of the GM’s viewing preference. One such screen displays an image of a sector within the Science ship Erud, where Pycin is keeping a close watch on alien fugitive, Donny, as he makes short work of Quatis security officers.

GM Pycin’s authority supersedes all. Unlike all other ranks, he is able to view every inch of every room and corridor on all ten ships of the Quatis Fleet. He is the only one with this authority.

While watching Donny, he sips quaintly on a glass of a Kraken Rum, like a lonely old man might watch a late night talk show before bed. He watched as four Quatis officers were destroyed mercilessly by Donny’s Frag Grenade. He watched as Donny took down the remaining six with six quick shots of his primitive firearm. Yet Pycin’s aging stone features barely portray the slightest note of concern for the carnage and the fugitive’s actions towards his men.

Pycin’s desk was arc shaped, metallic as well, with a range of features including a holographic photo of his late wife and children. While Donny continued his venture, and holding his drink in one hand, Pycin used his free hand to access the security channel on the terminal to his left. Once activated he typed in a specific command of activation. A reading came up on the desks monitor:

Status.
Level 21, research floor. All access ports secured. 
Confirmed.


Pycin then types in another short command and reads the display:

Status.
Level 21, Research Floor. Alien convict contained. GM access open. 
Confirmed.


Pycin now turns his head to speak further commands into an independent terminal, saying:

“Authority GM Pycin. Access Code 770P-QA. Open secured voice channel. Mobile Unit Q116-C17.”

The right-hand terminal’s monitor lights up:

Status.
GM PC Secure Channel Open.
Confirmed.


On the science vessel, Donny’s wrist device activated. A display lights up in the top right corner of the voice channel interface. A short bleep is heard. A moment later Donny hears a voice speaking to him through the device. The voice is male. For Donny, the voice sounds like that of a man in an unquestionable position of authority. It is coarse. Deep. Defiantly calm. Unemotional. Founded:

“Donny.”

Pause.


“I am Grand Minister Pycin of The Quatis. I am speaking with you on a secure channel.”

Pause. .


“You will find yourself in a helpless situation. You have been confined by my own authority.”

Pause.


“No further blood of the innocent needs be shed.”

Pause.


“I wish to speak with you alone. Will you come in peace to discuss matter of terms? This channel is confined. Reply.”



@Metatrooper

Unknown to Meta, The Quatis have an interface link set up with the Tempest’s internal communications systems. They have overheard every word by way of a mechanical receptor attached to their left ears. Still, they play dumb, no point in rocking the boat without due cause.

Meta leads the supposed elite Quatis engineer team to the Engine room. When Meta addresses them with his explanation, the lead engineer responds with a pompous smile, clearly feeling superior, and saying:

"Your technology is easily manipulated." When he finishes speaking he lifts his arm to speak a command to the Quatis fleet via the device on his wrist:

“Command. Scan the reactors at our corresponding coordinates. Requesting immediate reactivation implements.”

The lead engineer drops his arm, still smiling arrogantly as he addresses Meta once again:

“If you agree to our terms, we can supply you with a quantum replicator. With it you will be in no future need of such demanding delays in the repair of your systems.”

A moment later, the Quatis engineers give each other a jesting look while The Tempest shakes lightly and the engine room is filled with a soft, pink glow. While the light fills the room, almost beyond understanding, the reactor and multiple engines appear to be in a state of self-repair. The incidents lasts less than a minute before all mechanisms in the Engine room are restored in full.

“Is there more?” The lead engineer asked Meta, raising a conceited brow. With a jerk of his head, the other engineers dematerialize, presumably returning to their ship. In their departure they scoff and chuckle, as if to poke fun at Meta. The lead engineer remains, seemingly quite pleased with himself, and adds; “We received an anomalous reading from your vessel prior to our arrival. Let’s call it a surge of energy, for now. We didn’t recognize it.”

The engineer narrows his eyes somewhat suspiciously at Meta….

“Suffice to say, the flux in energy we picked up on was… incredible. We haven’t seen anything like since the destruction of our own home world. It shared the same proton signature.”

The engineers’ eyes then light up. At least, his irises turn a shade of vibrant Jade. It would be clear to Meta in that moment that he wasn't conversing with a biological life form. He was speaking to a machine, maybe a cyborg, maybe some other advanced form of robot.

He finishes his speech in a voice that is broken by the sound of electronic static: “Perhaps you would like to explain this phenomenon? Who are your allies?” He unfastens the gun from his belt and points it at Meta. “Tell me. Now.”

As the artificial life form finishes talking, Meta hears the voice of Fanny in his ear. He is the only one who can hear her. She says:

“Easy does it.”



@jorcool

Fanny smiles obligingly for Jens. She appears pleased with his conduct. As the Vice-Admirable finishes speaking, she lifts one finger as if to note something but doesn’t complete the notion with an announcement of her own. She rises from her seat, takes a quick look at James who receives the words ‘you’re being tested’ in his mind, before she returns her attention back to Jens, saying;

“There is nothing for you to hear at this time. Go and do your job. Thanks again for your hospitality. I’ll try and not make a nuisance of myself during my stay.”

With those words, Fanny May is gone. In the blink of an eyes Jens cannot see her. Those on the Primary Bridge no longer see her. No one does until some time later….

…

Several minutes pass by and the united Khaganate Fleet enter a wormhole with the intention of arriving at the destination of a solar system that depicts one of life sustaining planets. The wormhole, despite Fanny’s words to the contrary, remains stable for the journey, inexplicably so. It had been some time since they had encountered such smooth wormhole transition.

Upon exiting the wormhole they arrive in a system supported by a small, blue dwarf star. Three of the eleven planets in the system are supporting life. More than this, space between the three consecutive life sustaining planets is riddled with a thick cloud of space constructions, likely space station and artificial establishments of various size and dimensions that number in the tens of thousands. This solar system is notably in an advanced state of existence.

Oddly enough, the scans made of the Khaganate prior to the wormhole jump would not have picked up on energy signatures from the artificial structures, since they gave off none. The only way to establish what these structures actually were, were by closer visual, exterior analyses. The only detailed reading the fleet can pick up on are those from the planets themselves, which decipher magnificent degrees of flora and fauna.

Within less than a minute of the Khaganate’s arrival, they detect a cylindrical object close to their position. Like all artificial structures within the system, it gives off no energy readings. Visually, however, it appears a lot like a stone pillar, ten miles long and a little over one mile wide. The object approaches the fleets leading vessel. As it does so, two more identical cylindrical objects appear and approach the fleet, converging from the left and the right.

No communication from the objects has yet been established.



@CmdrAlfieq@Quote5

Rodia, Amid their efforts to elect a new leader, are suddenly struck by an unknown, exterior spatial force. The force of the strike does not upset or damage them in any way, but it does alter their present course. They soon find themselves within communication range of the MASGC. Unfortunately, the change of course has put them in line with Hany’s Ribbon again.

The Rodia is a large ship. The MASCG is in panic mode. Maybe the Rodia can offer assistance….



@Quote5

When Ramrod looks out the crack of the craft, what he sees is a marvelous thing; so many vibrant colors that it is as if he’s looking into a surreal dimension. It’s a jungle, at least which is what it might be. Trees of enumerable colors and shapes fill his eyes. The air is sweet as honey. Flying insects play in the rays of sunlight that reach softly down through the flora. If he didn’t know better, and so long as he hasn’t got his hopes up, this world may be what fantasies are made of…. Could it be true? Has he found himself in a utopia of tantalizing pleasures?

Whether he has or whether he hasn’t, it isn’t long before Ramrod hears the sound of a voice nearby. It isn’t Hank, no, Hank is still seemingly ruined on the floor. This voice is coming from outside. From beyond the tree line, deeper into the forest. The voice sounds female, relatively young, calling out for help.

In Diddly Do → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Uncle Spanky Accepted Spank, nice char! Feel free to start posting IC's when you want.
In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Prima Luce

Boris takes a brief look around the room and hesitates for a moment. Trying to pull the bacon's bluff, he takes a few steps forward, stopping sharply to pause for a moment, then quickly charging in with a clapping grasp of both hands at the flying the bacon.
In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I've gone and included a second character.
In Trios → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Character #2



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